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willalove75 · 1 year ago

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Sugar mommy Rebecca tho 😳

Ugh I LOVE Sugar Mommy Rebecca😍😍

Thanks for the request!!💕

Warnings: Little but of smut at the end. I mean, what's a Sugar Mommy Rebecca story without a little smut, right?😜

18+ Minors DNI

It's surprises you how interested you are in the sugar mommy/baby app you were forced to download after losing a bet to one of your friends. You had to make a profile and talk to a few women and you had every intention of deleting it as soon as you got home, but a few of the profiles piqued your interest so you decided to keep it.

One of the first women you matched with, BossGirl, much to your surprise has been a lot of fun to chat with. She tells you her name is Rebecca and she's almost twice your age, but neither of you seem to mind. Even though neither of you have seen photos of each other, since this is the Bantr version of a sugar mommy/baby app, there's a part of you that would really like to meet her, another part of you is scared shitless since you've never done something like this before. Although she admitted herself that she's never done anything like this before either so at least the both of you find comfort in that together.

After talking for a few weeks you decided to exchange phone numbers and take the conversation off of the app. It was something you were both nervous about, but you found it cute that she was just as nervous about it as you were. You both agreed that neither of you were comfortable with FaceTiming each other but eventually agreed to phone calls every so often. The calls usually took place at night after you both were home from work and as of late, one of you always ending up falling asleep, still on the phone. It's something the both of you found endearing. Her voice was like silk, a little sultry, but beautiful; if her voice was any indication of what she looked like, she was probably stunning.

A new message notification pops up and you grab your phone and open your conversation.

Good morning, how did you sleep?

I slept very well, although I missed out nightly chat 😕 How did you sleep?

So did I, I'm sorry I wasn't able to call. I slept well, but I did miss hearing your voice.

You've wanted to meet up with her for a little bit now but you haven't worked up the courage yet to ask, but today you decided was the day.

Well, I can think of a few ways to make it up to me😉

And what would they be?

Maybe we can go out to dinner this weekend?

You take a deep breath and hit "send" and nerves flood your body, fearful that you're pushing her into something she doesn't want. Her name pops up on your phone again and you open the text.

I think that's a fair compromise.

A cheesy smile crosses your face and you feel giddy, like a teenage girl.

Awesome, I'll let you pick the time & place, how does that sound?

Sounds wonderful. This Saturday, 6pm, I'll text you the address.

I can't wait.

Me either.

A squeal escapes from you as you kick your legs like a little kid. This woman seemed wonderful and the fact that she's willing to meet up with you? Completely insane.

The remainder of the week flies by and before you know it, you're getting ready for your date. Rebecca texts you the address and you call an Uber and you're on your way.

The car pulls up to the restaurant and it's gorgeous, you can tell just by looking at it that it's expensive. After thanking the driver you get out of the car and head inside to wait at the bar.

Just got here, I'm at the bar. I'm wearing a black cocktail dress.

Pulling up now.

Butterflies fill your belly as you keep your eyes on the door, studying every one who walks through the door, trying to figure out if they're Rebecca. A gorgeous, tall, blond woman walks in and look around at the bar, her eyes settle on you and you just know it's her. She walks over to you with a beautiful smile on her face.

"Y/n?"

"Rebecca, hi. It's great to finally meet you."

Rebecca wraps her strong arms around you and pulls you into a hug, every butterfly in your belly settles when you smell her perfume, the scent immediately relaxing you.

"I'm so glad I can finally put a beautiful face to that gorgeous voice." She says.

"You're telling me, wow." You say, admiring her beauty up close, getting lost in her stunning green eyes. "Sorry, I don't mean to stare, you're just really pretty." A blush creeps across your cheeks, it darkens when you feel her hand cups the side of your face and she smiles at you.

"You my dear are beautiful."

Rebecca takes your hand and the hostess leads you both to your table. After looking over the menus you order dinner and drinks and the two of you begin talking. Rebecca tells you that she manages a football club, you tell her that you're a graphic designer. You both talk about your jobs, what you enjoy about them, what you don't. Once the conversation about your careers is exhausted Rebecca asks you what brought you to the app.

"Actually, I downloaded it because I lost a bet. My friends made me make a profile and talk to a few people. I was planning on deleting it but then you and I started talking and got on so well I decided to keep it. What made you go on the app?"

"Well, my job is very demanding so I don't have time for a relationship, but I do have money and having some kind of companionship would be nice so I figured this was the best way to do it."

"That makes sense. I mean especially if you have the money and not the time, I get it."

"So, what do you want out of this?"

"Honestly, I don't really know. I know that's probably a shit answer given that we've been talking for so long but, truthfully I never really thought about it like that. I just really enjoyed talking to you. What about you?"

"Well, companionship, I'd love you take you out to more dinners, maybe take you as my plus one for a few terribly boring events I have to attend for work. I know sexual favors are often part of the deal but if I'm being honest, I don't love the idea of putting that on the table right away."

"I totally get that, honestly that was one of the things I was worried about. Don't get me wrong, you're stunning, but the thought of sleeping with someone I barely know for money feels icky. I'm not opposed to it happening eventually, though."

"Well it looks like we're on the same page." Rebecca says with a smile.

The waiter brings over your dinners and a second round of drinks and the conversation flows as easily as the drinks do. You don't feel like you're on a first date with your sugar mommy, you feel like you're out with someone you've been friends with for years. Rebecca has a wicked sense of humor, she's made you laugh more tonight than you have in a while. All night you caught yourself getting lost in her gorgeous eyes, just like you had hoped, she's just as beautiful as her voice, if not more.

After you finish dessert Rebecca pays the bill and you both walk out of the restaurant.

"I had a lot of fun tonight." You say.

"So did I, thank you very much y/n."

"Thank you, Rebecca. I hope we can do this again soon, I really had a good time with you."

"How about later this week?"

"Perfect."

Rebecca wraps her arms around you and hugs you goodbye as her driver pulls up. She waves at you as she gets into the car and her driver pulls away, your Uber pulls up a minute later and you head back home.

On the ride home your phone dings and you pick it up and see a text from Rebecca.

I had a wonderful time tonight. Would you like to have dinner again Wednesday night, 7pm?

I had a wonderful time too. And yes, absolutely, wouldn't miss it for the world.

The next few dates you and Rebecca went on were amazing, each date better than the last. The two of you got pretty close faster than either of you expected, on top of paying for dinners, Rebecca bought you little gifts each time you got together. The second date she sent a gigantic bouquet of roses to your house, the third date she got you a gorgeous tennis bracelet, and the last date you both went on she bought you a matching necklace. The day before your next date you get a package in the mail, you bring it inside and open it, revealing a gorgeous dress with a note.

Y/n, Just a little something for our date tomorrow night, I think you'll look amazing in it. The bracelet and necklace would look wonderful with it. Looking forward to seeing you wearing this. xx RW

You pick up the dress from its box, a gorgeous black satin dress with a high slit up the side, plunging neckline and open back. Excitedly, you run into your room and try it on and it fits perfectly, you have no idea how she managed to pick the perfect size, but you love it.

The next night you slip on the dress, a cute pair of heels you have that go perfectly with it, and the bracelet and necklace she bought for you. Looking in the mirror, you don't know if you've ever looked this elegant before in your life, it feels weird, but also really nice.

Just as you're about to order your Uber you get a text from Rebecca.

Come outside.

Curious, you open the door and you see Rebecca leaning against her car, wearing a beautiful red dress, a beige trench coat draped over her shoulders.

"Hey, I was just about to order and Uber." You say, surprised to see her.

"That's no longer necessary." She says with a smile as she walks up to you and wraps her arms around you. "You look absolutely stunning." She whispers into your ear. You feel your heart skip a beat when you feel her breath on your neck.

"So do you." You say quietly back as you admire how the dress she's wearing perfectly shows off every one of her phenomenal assets. Peeling your eyes away from her incredible breasts, your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you look up at her.

"Ready?" She asks.

"Yeah, let me just grab my stuff."

You head back inside and take a deep breath before grabbing your bag and jacket and the two of you head out.

"So where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." She says with a wink.

The car pulls up to the waterfront and you both get out. Rebecca grabs your hand and leads you down the dock towards one of the gigantic yachts sitting in the water.

"Here we are." She says, coming to a stop near the biggest one.

"Woah."

"It's nice isn't it?"

You nod your head, speechless at the sheer size of the yacht in front of you.

"I bought this for myself after my divorce."

"Wait, this is yours?"

"Yes!"

"Holy shit. How much money do you have?!" The words fall out of your mouth before you're able to stop them. "Sorry, I didn't-"

Rebecca throws her head back and lets out a laugh.

"Oh don't worry. And a lot, you're one lucky sugar baby." She says with a wink. "Come on, I have a chef waiting inside. We're gonna go on a dinner cruise."

Stunned, Rebecca grabs your hand and pulls your forward towards the boat. You're in awe of the yacht, it's bigger than your flat, she gives you a brief tour, you see the saloon, the kitchen, the deck and the pilot house.

"There's more but I'll show you that all later, I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

On command your stomach growls and your put your hand over it and both you and Rebecca laugh.

"Come on, lets go." She takes your hand and leads you to the dining table on the deck, the sun is just setting and it's a gorgeous sight. The chef comes over and talks about what he's planning on making, you look over at Rebecca in disbelief when he says he's making your favorite dish.

"How did you-"

"You mentioned it on our first date, so I figured it would be perfect for tonight."

"You're amazing."

"Only the best for my sugar baby." She says, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "You look beautiful by the way, that dress is perfection on you."

"I have no idea how you knew what size to get, but it's perfect. Thank you, so much Rebecca."

The chef brings over a bottle of wine and pours you both a glass. By the time you're finishing your second glass dinner is ready, and damn it's the best meal you've ever had in your life. Once the plates are cleared and another glass of wine down dessert it brought out, you and Rebecca split it, she feeds you a few bites and you both finish off the bottle of wine.

Rebecca takes you by the hand and walks you to the railing, overlooking the river as you sail through it. She wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you back into her, you gaze out over the water and turn to look at her over your shoulder. Her green eyes meet yours and you look down at her lips and back up into her eyes. She pulls you closer as you turn to face her and she closes the distance between the two of you. Your eyelids flutter as your lips meet, you sigh into the kiss as her soft, warm lips press against yours. She gently sucks on your bottom lip and you part them, her tongue sliding in and greeting yours. They dance around each other in harmony as you softly moan into her mouth. Your fingers tangle themselves in her hair and you feel one of her hands slide between your shoulder blades and the other one slide down your lower back.

As the kiss slows you both begin to part and gaze into each others eyes, her forehead resting against yours.

"Come on, I'll finish giving you the grand tour." She quietly says, grabbing hold of your hand. You follow her back down to the saloon and you both shed your shoes and she leads you down into the cabin area.

As if you already weren't incredibly impressed with the yacht, you come to find out that there's three guest bedrooms, three guest bathrooms and just when you think that was it, she opens the double doors to the owners cabin.

"Holy shit. Rebecca, this is insane." The cabin is almost the size of your room in your flat, she brings you into the bathroom and it's twice the size of yours.

"Jesus Christ Rebecca, this is bigger than my bathroom in my flat."

"It's gorgeous isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah?!"

"Oh, one sec, stay here, make yourself comfortable."

Rebecca walks out of the bedroom and you sit on the edge of the bed. A few minutes later Rebecca comes back with a new bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Can't forget the wine!"

"Oh god forbid we forget the wine!" You joke.

"Come on, watch this." Rebecca says as she closes the bedroom doors. She climbs onto the bed, patting the spot next to her.

Climbing into the spot next to her, Rebecca grabs one of the remotes and presses a button, what you thought was a massive picture in a frame, is actually the television.

"What?! That's so cool!"

"Right? It's one of my favorite parts of the whole yacht."

"Oh my god."

The two of you laugh and finish your glasses quickly, Rebecca immediately filling them back up. You look over at Rebecca as she talks, noticing how her eyes light up when she talks about the things she loves, how the crows feet in the corner of her eyes form when she's happy, you study the laugh lines around her mouth, how her lips always look so perfectly kissable. Truthfully you don't even know what she's talking about, you're so enamored with everything else about her you got lost in her beauty.

"Oh, you have lipstick on you." She says, leaning over and wiping the lipstick out from under your bottom lip. Unsure if it was smudged from the wine glass or your make out session earlier. She takes your chin between her thumb and forefinger and gently pulls your bottom lip down with her thumb.

Noticing that she's staring at your lips you close your eyes and lean in, your lips meeting hers. The kiss becomes passionate quickly, only pausing so you both can put down your wine glasses. Rebecca rolls you onto your back and she carefully climbs on top of you, her lips not once leaving yours. With her body pressed against you, all you want is for her to be closer. Her tongue explores the inside of your mouth and she gently bites and sucks on your bottom lip, a small moan escaping from you.

Her lips travel down your jaw, riddling your skin with kisses, and down your neck, nipping and sucking on your pulse point as she makes her way down. Your hand grabs the hair on the back of her head as she nips and sucks on your neck, her hands exploring your body as she kisses further down.

The wine begins to hit and time begins to speed by, one minute you're feeling Rebecca's lips against your skin, the next she's throwing your dress and thong across the room. Your head spins as you feel her tongue against your heat, crying out her name when her fingers slide into you. Time becomes an illusion, you don't know how quickly or slowly it went by but you feel her push you over the edge as you clench down around her fingers, your back arching and eyes rolling to the back of your head. Whines and begs escaping from your lips, you don't know how loud you were and truthfully you didn't care, all you knew was that you never wanted her to stop.

The spinning slows as she helps to bring you down from your high, you feel yourself panting, your hair sticking to your forehead and to the back of your neck. When you finally open your eyes and look up you see Rebecca tossing her dress and undergarments aside, your jaw dropping as your eyes rake up and down her body.

"Fuck."

Rebecca smirks, gently grabbing your hand and running it up and down her naked body. You try and take control of your hand and she pulls it away, a sound of disappointment escaping from your lips.

"What's the matter love?" She teases as she straddles your lap on the bed. "You like what you see?" She whispers in your ear.

"Yes." You pant, tightly holding onto her hips.

"Tell me, what do you want to do to me?"

"Sit on my face."

Rebecca smirks and pulls you into a deep kiss. She grabs hold of the headboard and moves up as you slide down, her knees on either side of your head. Your head spins again as she lowers herself onto you, an animalistic instinct taking over when you hear her moan when your tongue makes contact with her dripping cunt.

You eat her out like you've never had a meal in your life, Rebecca grinds down onto your face, crying your name. Feeling her throb against your tongue you know she's getting close, you slide your arm around and bury two fingers deep into her. She throws her head back and cries out again, grinding hard onto your hand and face. Her walls clench down around you, you pump your fingers in and out of her harder, sending her over the edge. As she begins to come down, Rebecca tries to lift herself off of you but you pull her back down, pulling another orgasm out of her. You feel her body shake over you as she cums a second time, you guide her through the orgasm, letting her ride it out as long as possible.

When she finally comes down she collapses on top of you, leaving your fingers and your face a complete mess. The aftershocks course through her body as she tries to catch her breath, you wrap your arms around her, small pulses shooting down every time you feel her body twitch.

A pleasant silence falls, all you can hear is the sound of her breath. Rebecca holds you tight while you trace patterns across her back, your other hand gently scratching her scalp. A relaxed sigh comes from her, her heartbeat finally returning to normal.

Her green eyes meet yours when she looks up at you, a satisfied smile crossing both of your faces. You lean down and gently kiss her, your fingers tangling themselves in her blond curls. Rebecca curls into the crook of your neck when your lips part, her fingers tracing your collarbone.

It dawns on you that you've never been this relaxed, this at peace with someone else in your life. You don't want this moment to ever end.

"Can we stay here forever?" You sigh.

Warm kisses travel up your neck, making their way to your lips.

"Well, off season is starting in a few weeks." Rebecca says with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Oh is it now?"

"It is." Rebecca says, kissing an gently nipping at your neck and jaw. "My workload heavily decreases in the off season. A wonderful opportunity to sail down to, I don't know, Italy perhaps?"

You sit up a little and look into her eyes with wonder.

"Seriously?"

Rebecca playfully bites her lower lip and nods her head.

"Absolutely. Especially after that, you deserve one hell of a reward." Her gaze softens as she looks into your eyes. "You're amazing."

"So are you."

You both close the distance and pull each other into a deep kiss. A trip with your hot sugar mommy to Italy? Hell yes! Although you have a feeling that sooner rather than later you two are going to redefine your relationship, at least you hope so.

#rebecca welton x reader #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #willalove75 #rebecca welton fanfic #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #wlw fanfic

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http-finnick · 2 years ago

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𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

finnick odair x onesided love!fem!reader

summary: as you sit in the cold hospital room of finnick odair in 13, you hear him talk about his one true love, and everything clicks.

request: Hi! I’ve been in my feels lately and I was wondering if you could do an x reader where Finnick and reader are best friends and he talks about how he misses Annie in district 13, and y/n is forced to listen as a best friend should even tho she doesn’t want to? It’s up to you whether he notices that she’s uncomfortable and asks about it and she tells him, or he doesn’t notice at all. I love your work!! ✨✨

you bring your knees up on the fitting white chair that matches equally with the white-out room.

your hospital gown flowing to your calves as you listen to Finnick rant about his laughable hatred for one particular nurse in the district.

you giggle that he's already hating people when you've barely settled in 13 -even though refusing to get him juice isn't a reason to hate someone, he's pumped up on pain meds that make him slightly woozy

"I wish they had seafood here." okay maybe not sightly woozy...finnicks high out of his mind.

"Finnick we are so far from any ocean" you giggle as he playfully pouts up at the ceiling before sighing

"Annie would've gotten me seafood"

you froze at her name. you hated freezing, but you seemed to stop everything when she was mentioned. it seems like in the best moments you two have together it circles back to her. like it would've been even better if you were only her.

"I really miss her. Like, horribly. I don't think I've ever missed anyone so much before"

you sniff uncomfortably as you push back pieces of hair that fell out of your tie.

you're jealous. you can't deny that. you're a horrible friend and you're that girl. that girl who's the best friend and you should always worry about. because that girl is terribly in love with him and would either take him down with her or just take herself out.

you never wanted to be that girl. and you aren't gonna drift away from him or tell him about your feelings to make him decide. because he's already decided. and you accepted that.

but you accepting that doesn't mean moments like these are less uncomfortable, they just leave a dull pain in you that you have to swallow down.

"That whole time I was in the arena, I couldn't stop thinking about her. no matter what was happening I was wondering what she was doing, where she was, if she was safe...happy" you saw him rub his lips together as he was getting emotional,

shifting slightly as you bit a little chunk of your lip to gnaw on it, You need to be the best, best friend you could right now. always.

"you love her so much Finnick" you say, cursing yourself as you can hear the strained way you're talking from the way you feel your throat closing with tears

he sniffs and wipes tears that were still swirling in his eyes before staring back blankly at the ceiling

"yeah, I do"

you do the same motion as him and thank goodness for him being so high he didn't notice you getting emotional yourself

when you moved back to your room that night you felt so alone, so dull and stale as you realize you were just never meant to be. no matter how great a friend you were, he loved her.

sitting on your stale bed you confessed to yourself that if Finnick were to run in here and say he's in love with you, you'd kiss him immediately. and that isn't okay. you think back to the paths you had, share your feelings or drift from his life. you thought you could sit in the middle, content and happy with keeping to yourself. but that never works.

you hate yourself for ruining this friendship. so you decided you weren't gonna feel bad for yourself anymore, you were gonna let finnick live. let him love, finally.

that night, you got up from the middle and chose the path that lead you to your own. and you never walked back.

an: ahhh it feels like forever since I've written angst!!! I really like this one because there's not way around it expect realizing and moving on and that hurrrrrtts. thank you so much for requesting! ilysm <333

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair angst #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair #finnick x y/n #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick x annie #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair oneshot #thg finnick #thg rp #thg x reader #thg headcanons #thg fanfiction #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games rp #the hunger games

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peppymintdreams · 6 hours ago

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Hiii I saw your master list and saw you didn’t have anything for asriel and I was wondering if you could maybe do something where pet needs a little tlc after a rough work day with him

Totally get it if he isn’t your cup of tea tho ✨

A Quiet Indulgence

Asirel Cain x Pet

The estate was pristine, quiet, and meticulously curated, just as Asirel liked it. Everything had its place—every marble tile, every glass of fine wine, every piece of furniture. Even Pet had a designated place in it, though their presence was often less visible, more subtle. Tonight, however, Asirel noticed the quietness in the air. A silence that spoke volumes.

Pet had returned.

The door opened, and Asirel didn’t need to look up. He could feel their presence, the slight shift in the atmosphere that told him they were standing there, waiting for him to acknowledge them. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed it: Pet was standing in the doorway, hands clasped behind their back, posture stiff yet expectant.

“Late again?” Asirel’s voice was smooth, amused, though the playful glint in his eyes betrayed the amusement he found in the situation.

“Forgive me, Master,” Pet said softly, lowering their head.

Asirel didn’t respond immediately, letting the moment stretch as he continued to look at the papers in front of him. Then, with deliberate slowness, he set them aside and turned his full attention to Pet. “You do know I don’t appreciate being kept waiting,” he said, his tone teasing yet firm. “Tell me, did you manage to find some new and inventive way to make trouble tonight?”

“No, Master,” Pet replied quickly, their voice tinged with a faint nervousness. “Everything went as planned.”

“Hmm.” Asirel leaned back in his chair, studying them with that calculating gaze that always seemed to see right through them. “And yet, here you stand, looking like you’ve barely survived the day. Should I be concerned?”

“I’m fine, Master,” Pet insisted, though their voice lacked its usual strength.

“Are you?” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. His lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “You don’t sound fine. Come closer.”

Pet hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping forward. Asirel’s gaze swept over them, taking in the slight tension in their shoulders, the way they avoided meeting his eyes. It was subtle, but he knew them too well to miss it.

“You’ve been working hard for me,” he said, his tone softening just slightly. “And yet, you look as though the weight of the world has been on your shoulders. Tell me, Pet—” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Have you been neglecting yourself again?”

Pet shifted under his gaze, their fingers tightening around the edge of their sleeve. “I only do what you ask of me, Master.”

Asirel chuckled, the sound low and amused. “A clever answer, as always. But I’m not convinced.” He stood slowly, moving around the desk with the grace of someone who always had complete control of his surroundings. “Come now, don’t look so forlorn. You’re too valuable to me to be falling apart.”

Pet finally lifted their gaze, meeting his eyes for just a moment before lowering their head again. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“Hmm.” Asirel came to a stop in front of them, his expression softening, though his tone remained teasing. “Apologies won’t do. You’ve done your job. You’ve earned a little indulgence tonight.” He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against their chin, tilting their head up so they had no choice but to meet his gaze. “But only because I’m feeling generous.”

“Thank you, Master,” Pet murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re quite welcome.” He stepped back, gesturing toward the armchair near the fireplace. “Sit. Relax. I’m not cruel enough to keep you on your feet after such a long day.”

Pet moved to obey, sinking into the chair with a quiet sigh. Asirel retrieved a glass of water from the desk, placing it in their hands before settling into the chair opposite them. His sharp eyes never left them, watching the way they held the glass, the slight tremor in their fingers.

“You know,” he said after a moment, his tone light, almost conversational, “I sometimes wonder if you forget you’re mine. You push yourself so hard, and for what? To impress me?” He smirked. “You already have my attention, Pet. There’s no need to work yourself into the ground.”

Pet’s grip on the glass tightened slightly. “I only want to do what’s expected of me, Master.”

“And you do,” he replied smoothly. “But even I can tell when you need a moment to breathe. So take it. Just this once.” He leaned back in his chair, his smile softening into something almost fond. “I can’t have you breaking down on me. Who else would I play with, and give attention too?”

Pet looked down at the glass in their hands, a faint hint of a smile playing at the corners of their lips. “Yes, Master.”

“Good pet.” Asirel’s voice was low, almost a purr. “Now, enjoy this little reprieve while you can. Tomorrow, you’ll have plenty of chances to prove your loyalty again.” He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against their hand. “But for now, you’re here. With me. And that’s all I require.”

Pet’s shoulders relaxed, the tension from the day slowly melting away under his gaze. They weren’t free—not by any means—but in moments like this, when Asirel’s attention was fully on them, it was easy to forget the confines of their world.

And for tonight, that was enough.

[MINT NOTE]: i really hope this was enjoyable i tried my hardest with what i could get from the current audios and answers from tumblr ask saku got. I'm just happy i got somewhere and i do apologize for how long this took TvT

#sakuverse #zsakuva #peppymintdreamsproduction #asirel x reader #asirel cain #zsakuva asirel #asirel #pet #fluff #comfort #sakuverse asirel #master #ask the mint and you shall receive #ask and you shall receive my dream child #this took way too long

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tieronecrush · 2 years ago

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I have a request but it’s also infideltiy so I understand if you ignore this lol.

I’ve been thinking lately about a scenario where reader and Joel have been separated since the outbreak for a few years, reader starts dating some guy in the QZ she’s at, joel shows up and they reunite. Joel really tries to stay away and respect her relationship but they’re both too emotional and horny to resist. I really do love passionate reuinion sex tho!!!!

thank you so much for your request lovely nonnie! i switched it up just a lil bit to make the reader the one who shows up with her bf to boston where joel already is - hope that’s okay!!

muscle memory

joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

word count: 6.5k

summary: when you flee the baltimore QZ to head to boston with your boyfriend and others, the last person you expect to see is joel miller. you had mourned him for years, having thought your last partner was lost to you forever. when the two of you start smuggling together, more time around each other only seems to strengthen your connection - to the point where neither of you can manage the tension anymore.

warnings: NO USE OF Y/N, no age specified, use of pet names (‘bonny’, ‘little lamb’, ‘sugar’), infidelity, previous relationship, mentions of death/loss, some angsty angst, alcohol use, mentions of drug use, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise, mild breeding kink, possessive!joel, soft!dom joel

Boston is an upgrade from Baltimore. At least in the state you left it; the Baltimore QZ had finally succumbed to Firefly occupation and FEDRA was forced out. Not that it really mattered to you, but it was another reason to add to the list. The biggest reason for your caravan up north was that your smuggling lines and connections had dried up. Like, completely. Either people found better deals or died on their journeys outside of the walls of whatever QZ they were from. You mostly dealt with Washington and Philly, both having been radio silent for weeks by the time your smuggling group made the decision to move on. You were welcoming the change; sure, the means to get there was full of uncertainty and danger, but the group you were with and your boyfriend of a few months, Danny, made you feel the slightest bit more confident trekking through the decimated country.

It’s been a few weeks since you all officially transitioned into the Boston QZ, registered under FEDRA, and having gone through your quarantine. You all settled into your government-assigned homes, you living with Danny and others grouping up to attempt to make these shabby walls feel like home.

It was easy to be with Danny. You two had known each other for years, done tons of runs together, and developed a comfortable friendship. Your relationship was born out of convenience -- after hooking up one night when you both needed to be taken care of, you stayed together. It was nice to have companionship, but it certainly wasn’t love.

You haven’t felt that way since Joel.

Joel Miller. Your partner when the world went to shit.

The two of you were together for a couple of years, and you were planning to move in with him at the start of the new year - 2004. It was supposed to be your year. Moving in with the love of your life and his daughter that you loved as if she were your own, probably getting engaged or just eloping with him, maybe even talking about growing your little family.

You loved your life before. You mourned it for years after the outbreak happened, knowing you likely wouldn’t see any part of it again.

When Outbreak Day happened, you weren’t with Joel. You weren’t even in Austin. It was the week of your mom’s 60th birthday, and she had begged you to come up north for a visit. You were supposed to fly home on September 26th. You were supposed to surprise Joel for his own birthday.

And then your flight got canceled. Rebooked for the following day.

And everything changed.

But that was years ago, now it’s 2010. Family members were long gone, friends made along the way lost, too. You grieved as well as you could with the way the world moved now. Despite searching for any sign of Joel, or Sarah, or even his brother Tommy, you accepted your fate to be alone and settled in Baltimore.

And now, you were accepting the fate that your new home would be Boston. Seemed like a decent replacement in your mind, and hearing about the smuggling business here made you eager to get involved.

The small group that you traveled with had arranged a meeting with two of the more prolific runners in the city. You weren’t given any details besides a meeting place and time, so when that night came, you and Danny made your way into the dilapidated storage building along with your friends from Baltimore.

You glanced around at the place, attention turning to the small huffs of frustration coming from your boyfriend next to you. He was fiddling with the zipper on his jacket, the grooves stuck in the fabric. Nimble fingers worked it loose as you stood amongst everyone, Danny’s lips pressing to your hairline in a sweet thanks.

There is no way in whatever is holy, if there even is anything out there, that Joel is seeing who he thinks he’s seeing. They must be a figment of his imagination. It’s been seven years.

And then he hears that laugh. This stranger has a laugh that he would recognize anywhere.

That’s your laugh. That smile is yours, too. And when you turn towards him finally, his gaze fixed on you since you entered the room, he meets your eyes. Those eyes that made his heart sing whenever they shined with joy, made him shatter when they were filled with tears, made him completely head over heels for you.

And right now, they were making it all come rushing back. The heartbreak, the loss, the grief, the love.

A small gasp escapes your mouth when you recognize him. He was aging, that much he knew. Had some grays sprinkled into his brown hair, his beard was just as patchy as it had been before. He had harsher lines on his face, the world wearing him down much quicker than it would if the outbreak never happened — if he never knew what loss was like.

You’re taking inventory of all of his changes, and he notices similar ones in you. Your hair is longer, even pulled back he can tell it’s inches past where you normally would keep it. There’s the faintest wrinkles next to your eyes, soft smile lines near your lips. Signs that you stayed light in the world of darkness. That made the pain in his chest lessen just the smallest amount.

He keeps checking that you’re still there during the entire meeting. Tess does the talking, some grumbles of rules coming from him, but he’s thankful that she’s taken the lead ‘cause he doesn’t know if he could get more than a handful of words out at a time. With arms crossed over his chest, he pinches his bicep as he glances at you again, assuring himself that he isn’t dreaming or having a bad trip from those pills he takes.

The rest of the meeting goes by quickly, plans are made for the next few runs to integrate the newest additions. He stays back, hoping that you would do the same. There was no way that he wasn’t going to talk to you; he’d run after you if you left.

Luckily for him, you had understood the subliminal messages in the short bits of eye contact he made with you.

The guy that was with you stayed, too, but he stood near the exit while you stepped closer to Joel.

With you right in front of him, he gave himself another quick pinch before clearing his throat. Just when he was about to break the growing awkward tension in the stale air, he heard your voice crack.

“Hi.”

That’s all you say, and suddenly he can’t help the grin that quips up to the side. A hushed chuckle exhales through his mouth shortly, eyes locking with yours.

“Hey there, bonny.”

He watches your shoulders drop from their frigid position, uneasiness visibly relaxing after the greeting. He grins wider, dimple deepening in his cheek as his chest tightens from the gentle reaction he’s gotten out of you.

He still had the tiniest bit of his accent. Especially when he said that nickname. Short for bluebonnet, Texas’s wildflower, which is where the name originated from. Joel called you his wildflower, and when you asked him what kind of flower one night, he told you he only knew bluebonnets. Typical proud Texan man. Eventually, the moniker turned into ‘bonny’.

It’s a nickname you hadn’t heard since your last phone call with him, disappointment evident in his voice when you had to confess that your planned surprise wasn’t going to happen and that you would be home the next day to celebrate with him belatedly.

“‘S alright, bonny. Sarah’s already got something planned for the two of us. Promised her I’d pick up a cake on the way home from the site.”

Your stomach had toiled with anxiety that day from his sadness that you were going to be missing from his birthday and that he was just missing you. This time around, hearing that same nickname roused your nerves from the thrill that it zipped down your spine, the sound of his voice around the words tingling in your ears.

The two of you make introductions to your respective tag-alongs, Joel to Danny and you to Tess. Greetings were passed and conversation flowed, the two of you skating around your history with company present, only divulging necessary details. You two dated before. That was it. They didn’t need to know how long, how serious, how you mourned the loss of him and the life you two built together.

Ignoring the past in conversation was easy. Ignoring the physical pull you felt towards him was more of a challenge. Heat crawls up your back and settles on the nape of your neck, tongue poking out to wet your lips every few moments. Fingertips itch to touch his skin, to trace the lines on his palms, and to brush over the scar on the right side of his face. One he didn’t have with you, and you wanted to know what it was from.

You wanted to know a lot from him. What these last seven years looked like for him. Once the conversation died down naturally, you faced Joel and asked him gently the first of the two most pressing questions you wanted answered.

“Where’s Tommy? Guessin’ the two of you are still glued to each other like you were back then,” you tack on a light laugh to your query, feeling the rush of panic as you realize that these answers you were wanting might not be answers that you want to hear. A lump forms in your throat as you wait for his response, a tender look on your face.

“He’s, uh, he’s here still. Doesn’t run with us though, he’s been getting into shit with the Fireflies here. Drives me insane, but you know how he is.”

“Always a joiner,” the words roll off your tongue and you bite down on it, cursing yourself internally for making fun of his brother without really knowing how this Joel would respond.

Relief washes over you when he laughs, not a full one, but nevertheless, you got to see a sliver more of that smile that had you smitten.

“Got that right. Tommy always wants to be a hero,” he shakes his head back and forth, an adoring smirk on his face as his stare lengthens and his mind is taken to his younger brother for a moment.

With the news of Tommy, you were even more eager to ask your second question. It gripped your heart, tugging it nearly out of your chest. Your voice softened as you spoke to him, eyes involuntarily watering in anticipation.

“And Sarah?”

Silence. As if the words catch in his throat and start to choke him from the inside. His eyes widen in loss of oxygen, chest still as he holds his breath. He can’t look away from you, eyes quickly pacing to hold contact with yours. They communicate desperation, as if he wants so badly to explain, to tell you what happened to his daughter that you loved, but he can’t get the words out of his airway.

It tells you everything, that look. You hadn’t lost your ability to read Joel, and the realization completely demolishes the composure you were attempting to maintain. Closing the gap between you, you focus on Joel as you wrap your arms around his waist, tight and full of compassion. Your head rests on his chest, facing to the side. Everything else in the room falls away, muscle memory moving your hands in circles against his lower back in the way you remember he loved. He’s tense in your arms, his own wrapping around your shoulders hesitantly until he feels the comforting touch. Tautness breaks from him, resting more of his weight against you as his head dips down to rest his chin on you and his eyes close.

Yours close too, and just for that moment, you’re back in his kitchen, sticky summer morning air coating the room from the open screen door. Cartoons squeak from the TV in the other room, and the smell of Joel’s French toast wafts from it’s crisping on the stove.

Domestic bliss. What could’ve been.

That hug has tormented Joel for weeks. The first time he saw you, the first time he heard your voice, the first time he held you after he thought he never would again. And that one time has unearthed a hunger for more. A need for you. Doesn’t matter if he’s around you or not, he can’t stop thinking about you.

When you’re on runs with him, he has one eye on you at all times. When it’s a route without your boyfriend, he feels a bit bolder; touches linger on your back as he guides you through obstacles or around your arms as he holds you back to get ahead of you to clear a room.

He’s been trying, so desperately trying, to respect your relationship. Not that you mention him much, but you and Danny arrived in Boston, shacked up together, and have made no hints at that changing. For now.

It’s gotten to the point where it’s driven him to drink, added to the long list of things he needs to be inebriated or high to cope with.

This is how he ended up at the QZ speakeasy, a few blocks from his building which makes it an easy past-curfew destination. Sole occupant of the low, barrel table against the back wall, he pounds a whiskey back which quickly turns into three. A buzz has started in his body and his mind, a clear path to his ideal destination on the horizon. It was a shitty run today, mostly coming up dry and having to deny some trades. Plus, you weren’t with him.

When he’s waving the bartender for another glass, his eyes skate across the room and catch you standing at the top landing of the stairs that snake down to the warehouse basement bar, eagerness evident in your expression when you find him. Overprotective, he watches you bound down the stairs to make sure you get to whoever you’re meeting without any issues. He’d be more than happy to step in if someone got too close.

Focused on his self-appointed task, he doesn’t realize that you’re making your way over to him excitedly until you’re standing in front of his table, gesturing to the empty seat across from him that he offers to you.

Plopping down in the wooden chair, a goofy smile stretches across your face as the giddiness of being around him flickers in your stomach. You’d felt this jolt of energy being near him, thinking about him. It’d been like that for weeks since you saw him again and held him. It was a spark, and now your embers were slowly catching fire the more time you spent with Joel.

Greetings were exchanged, and him buying you a drink along with another for himself. Finger tracing around the lip of your glass, you glance up at him and attempt to make small talk if only to be able to hear his voice.

“So, how was the run today?”

“‘S fine. Pretty dry.” His response is clipped, mumbled out as he brings his drink up to his lips for a swig.

“Oh, really? That’s a shame. You got another one planned?” you keep your eyes on him, watching as he looks anywhere but at you. Around the table, across the room, even at his own boot.

“Yeah, got one next week.” Joel’s grumbling, deep crease between his brows as he sulks in his chair.

“Maybe I can join you on that one?” you propose, hoping that it gets his attention. Sure, you could be reading into it, but something told you that he enjoyed having you around as much as you enjoyed being around him. Brows raised in hopefully curiosity, anticipation swells your tongue in your mouth.

“Maybe.”

That’s it? That’s all he has to say?

Joel’s always been a man of few words, always crafting careful and thoughtful responses when you were together. But this? This is ridiculous. He clearly doesn’t want you around, his eyes darting as if to look for the fastest escape route. It stings, deflating your excitement. The chance of this encounter was the sole reason you went out tonight. Danny had fucked off to play poker or gamble away ration cards with some other guys he’d gotten buddy-buddy with, and it didn’t help that you two had been drifting further from each other over the last week. You weren’t sure how much longer this companionship would be worth it, and with Joel always around, it certainly was starting to blur some lines. He always made you feel better, even when he wasn’t trying. Except for tonight.

Your hurt boils into anger, and you scoff at him, arms crossing firmly in front of your chest.

“You keep acting like you’re looking for a chance to leave. If I’m keeping you here, feel free to go. I’ll drink by myself.”

Joel looks at you, his eyes softening. He opens his mouth, then shuts it, thinking about what he should say. You get annoyed by his lack of response, grabbing your drink off the table and slipping out of your chair to leave him there.

“Are you really that oblivious, bonny?”

You turn back, anger growing at the thought that he’s mocking you.

“Well, screw me for trying to make conversation with you, Joel. I guess I am oblivious ‘cause I thought we could be friends or, I don’t know, at least civil after all this time.”

“Bonny, I can’t be friends with you.”

He’s kicking you when you're down, clearly just being cruel.

“Why? What did I do?”

“I can’t be friends with you, ‘cause I want more than that.”

The honesty stuns you. Sure, you had felt that pull towards Joel again, but you didn’t know that he felt the same way or that he would act on it if he did. He gets up from his chair, taking a step closer to you before he continues.

“I looked for you, y’know? After everything. All I wanted was to have you back. I knew you’d know what I needed. And when I saw you again, I realized why I couldn’t stop looking. What I needed most was you.”

He stands close to you now, warm breaths intermingling with the other’s, humidity heating your cheeks while his eyes stay locked on you. Everything you’ve felt since Joel had been revived into your life suddenly becomes overwhelming; you can’t contain them, can’t compartmentalize them anymore. You reach for him, hand pressed over his heart, feeling the rushed beating pulsing under your touch.

His eyes look down slowly to his chest and then back up to you when you whisper, “Mine feels the same way when I see you.”

“Is that right? Can I feel for myself?”

You nod slowly, peeling your hand off of him only for him to catch it and hold it in his. Your voice is thick, “Maybe somewhere a little more private? Like your place?”

He looks confused for a second, brows knitting together before it dawns on him, pupils widening and darkening his eyes.

“Let’s get out of here, bonny.”

Keys jingle as he twists them in the lock, throwing the thin wooden door open after he pulls them out. He nods for you to step in ahead of him, taking a few paces into the apartment and surveying around. The door clicks behind you and the deadbolt slides into place, the sounds sending goosebumps across your skin at the prospect of being totally alone with Joel, no watchful eyes or possible interruptions.

Eyes continue to skate along the room, tiny details noted. Half-drunk whiskey bottle on the counter, small baggies of pills on the coffee table, other finds from his side occupation littering the space.

His weighted steps drag across the worn wooden floors at your back, the presence of him hanging behind you slowing your breaths in suspense. Saliva coats your mouth at the dryness of your thirst, hair standing off of your skin in waiting.

The first touch you feel is his fingers brushing against the back of your neck, sweeping the hair there off to one side and holding it there. Joel takes one step closer, chest pressing against your shoulder blades and crotch against the swell of your ass. The warmth radiating off of him sends a shiver down your spine, jolting against him briefly. Your breaths pause as you wait for his next move, eyes fluttering closed when his lips touch the nape of your neck in a ghostly kiss. A hand wraps around you, resting just over your breast to feel the rapid beating of your heart, the rhythm matching his own that you feel against your back. A placid gasp puffs from between your lips, snapping the taut tension between the two of you and sending a new urgency to his actions.

Palms encase your hips, spinning you around to face him and tugging you close to feel every curve pushed against him. His lips find yours in a hungry kiss, your own mouth opening in a sigh at the contact. Joel takes this as an opportunity to lick into your mouth, tongue dominating yours and swallowing every whimper that comes out of you.

Your own hands grip his shoulders, nails dragging against the fabric down to his biceps. Fingertips dig into the flexed muscles, steadying yourself as he starts to walk you backward throughout his place. He never leaves your lips, knowing the space with his eyes closed to lead you all the way back through the door to the small bedroom on the left side of the living space.

A whine escapes you when his mouth detaches from yours, working kisses along your jaw to the hollow under your ear, sucking at the space there. A groan rumbles from his chest when you let out a soft moan and hold his arms tighter, hips involuntarily jerking against his growing bulge.

Lust-blown eyes stare into yours as he stands up fully again, delicate touch brushing your cheek before his thumb nudges the scar that sits on your brow. The look in his eyes pains for half a second, and you finally speak up since leaving the speakeasy.

“‘S not a good story. Happened from a lamp falling onto my head when I was raiding around some suburban house. Just an accident. You wouldn’t have been able to stop it from being there.”

His gaze meets yours again, tugged away from the fibrous tissue on your face. The bulb in his throat bobs when he swallows, head moving side to side minutely.

His hand caresses your cheek, voice thick with his drawl when he softly responds, “You underestimate me, bonny.”

The words gloss your vision, quick blinks settling the emotion and clearing the picture of Joel in front of you again. Your heart constricts in your chest, attempting to imagine the amount of pain that he’s been through, but you can’t even begin to know.

Instead of dwelling on the moment, he presses one light, affectionate kiss to your lips before he takes a step back. He grips the hem of your shirt, brows quirking up in a silent question. You nod subtly, the permission allowing him to slowly tug the fabric over your head. He devours the newly exposed skin with his burning stare, compelled to bend down and trace his lips over every new mark he sees while his hands move across your curves to reacquaint himself with your new features. Wider hips, rougher skin, purply stretch marks veining your skin along with ropy paths where injuries had healed over.

Joints crack softly as he settles onto his knees in front of you, sending you into light giggles while he groans and presses his forehead against your lower tummy. He reaches around and playfully smacks your jean-covered ass, a fake scowl on his face when he looks up at you from his praying position.

“‘Nuff gigglin’ at me, you’re gonna feel this sore come morning.”

The threat of his words floods arousal between your thighs, bottom lip toyed between your teeth as you quiet down your laughter. Joel kisses your clothed thigh, fingers popping the button of your jeans and dragging the zipper before they hook in your waistband and tug the denim down your legs. Joel laughs lightly at your silence, eyes finding yours as his hands lift each of your feet one at a time to help you out of your pants.

“Thought that might get you excited, lil’ lamb. I know you’re gonna be such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?”

The wink that follows his drawl jolts your limbs and fingers twist into his locks as his open mouth exhales warm, humid air on your panty-covered mound. He presses his face against the fabric, inhaling deeply and moaning softly at the scent of you.

“Fuck, sugar, it’s still the same. Missed you so much. You think you still taste the same?” He directs the question up to your face, your head lulled down to meet his gaze. A smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth, mischief glittering in your eyes.

“Only one way to find out, baby.”

His amber eyes were pools of ink with how much they darkened, full of carnality. Large fingers smoothly strip you out of your panties, his figure coming to stand at his full height in front of you. Gripping your waist, he guides you back to sit on the edge of the mattress, lifting your legs by your thighs and easily maneuvering you toward the center.

Joel moves to climb onto the bed with you, but your soft sigh of frustration stops him.

“I wanna see you. ‘Specially if I’m completely naked, ‘s only fair that you are, too,” you gripe to him, bottom lip protruding only slightly in a pout. Joel considers for a moment, ultimately deciding that fair’s fair. He pulls his knee off of the mattress and makes quick work of undressing, his own clothes laying rumbled on the floor with yours.

Satisfied with his fulfillment of your request, your eyes completely devour his bare body as he moves to kneel on the mattress between your open legs. Fighting for survival has kept him fit, broad shoulders flexing as he lifts your legs at the crook of your knees to spread them further. His chest is firm, the rest of his torso softer just as it had always been. It was one of your favorite parts of him, the sight of it now taking you back to times cuddling him on the couch or in bed, head in his lap to press kisses against his tummy or resting your head there and being lulled to sleep. Your fingernails comb through the happy trail, pressing into the skin of his lower abdomen as you sit up to kiss him deeply. He moans quietly against your lips, your knees pressing into his stocky thighs, toes curling against the flexed muscles in his calves. Your arms settle around his neck, lips chasing his as he pulls back to look at you.

“I really did miss you, bonny. Couldn’t believe it when you were in front of me again. Still can’t really believe it right now.” His voice is breathy, eyes holding yours, moving back and forth minutely. One of his hands encompasses the left side of your face, the other moving down between your bodies, his frame bent over yours. Two fingers work circles into your clit, inhale catching in your throat while your legs tense from the feeling of his touch on you.

“M-Missed you, too. So much. I looked for you everywhere I went. Needed you again, I need you now.”

“‘M right here, lil’ lamb. Not going anywhere again. I’m gonna make you feel so good, just like I used to.”

His fingers working your clit slip through your wetness, pressing against your entrance to coax a moan out of you. He hooks them into you, pushed against your spongy walls in search for that spot he’d been all too familiar with. Like riding a bike, he fell right back into what you had loved from him before, knowing just how to work you up. His jaw dropped slightly as his eyes glued to where his fingers thrusted into you; he closed his mouth every so often to swallow the saliva flooding his mouth until he couldn’t wait another second to taste you again.

Joel folded over, legs scooting back on the bed to allow his head to sit between your thighs, tongue lapping against your clit feverishly and switching with his lips every so often to suck at the same spot.

The sounds leaving you at that point were wanton and lewd, mixing with the squelch of your wetness. You felt the familiar knot tightening in your stomach until it’s pulled loose, a loud gasp of his name while your nails dig into his shoulder and walls tighten around him.

He keeps his pace, mouth still attached to your core. He’s not going to let up without you saying something, and you can’t take another moment without him giving you what you want — what you need from him. Fingers tangled in his mussed hair, peeling him from between your thighs. He meets your eyes, lips and chin shining with dampness in the low light of the bedroom and fingers pulling out of you. Eyes blown into blackness at the sight of your pleasure, mouth opening to speak when you cut him off.

“More of that later, if you really want it. But I need you. Inside of me.”

Joel smirks devilishly, fingers coated in your come pushing between your lips and into your mouth for you to clean off.

“Just tastes so sweet, bonny. Can’t help but want seconds,” his hard cock twitches where it lays against your thigh at the feeling of your tongue sucking his fingers, “Better ask again nicely, lamb. Or else I’m not giving you anything.”

The smirk stays painted on his face, a huff of frustration as your hips jerk up to chase his hand that hover over you, desperate for more.

“Please, pretty please. I need you,” you beg, pleading in your eyes as you look through your lashes, dull nails scratching his skin.

“That’s my good girl. Kept your manners.” The wink he sends you flutters your walls around nothing, whimpering as he manipulates you into his desired position.

Joel straddles one of your thighs, bringing the other up to lay against his torso and rest on his shoulder. Your hips turn only slightly to the side in the position, opening your pelvis into a kindling heat. He spits in one of his palms, fingers of the same hand running shortly through your arousal and then mixing the fluids to coat the tender skin of his length. The head of him pushes into you deliciously measured, his motion pausing for you to adjust.

It only takes a moment before your body remembers, the muscles of your tight pussy molding around him once again. Your body feels the familiarity of him, the reactions it has are heightened from the comfort of his own body, focusing solely on how perfectly he fits inside of you.

“Damn, sugar, feel like your little pussy got even tighter. Feels so pefect around me, like she knows who’s about to fuck her just right,” his voice is coated with lust, jaw laxing with a guttural groan when he pushes further into you.

When Joel finally starts a rhythm, slow and deep at first, your eyes roll back into your skull as your head presses hard into the mattress under you. The position brings him incredibly deep, and his size fills you nearly to the brim. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt since the last time you’d had him, his veins on his swollen cock carving the same paths along your insides to feel every detail of him.

“Feel so full, baby. Haven’t felt it since I had you last,” your voice is higher and breathier, toned in a whine.

“That’s right, bonny. Nobody makes you feel as good as I do, huh? Probably haven’t had a decent fuck for years, you poor thing.”

All you can do in response is moan, hands gripping his forearms that are the part of his nearest to you.

He fucks you like this for a good moment, moaning your name quietly before he huffs in frustration, completely pulling out of you. Immediately, you mewl at the loss, head shooting up to protest before he’s moving you to his will again.

“Just a second, sugar. Need to be able to kiss you and feel you all over. Being such a good girl for me, I promise you’re gonna love this.”

He still couldn’t be as deep and close to you as he needed to be in the previous position, so he manipulates your jellied limbs easily to be able to fully cover you with his body. His grip is on your knees, bending your one leg that was once between his thighs to move your calf to hook over his shoulder. Once both your legs are settled on his frame, he continues to stretch your hips by leaning over you, pinning your thighs back to your ribs. He’s completely opened your lower half, folding you back to the point where his tummy is resting against yours and his face is hovering over you. Muscles in your legs and hip flexors burn and spasm, but you can’t care for even a moment when Joel thrusts into you again. You’d never been in this position with him before, and your mind instantly clears of any thoughts besides how hard and deep Joel is fucking you, how you had never felt as full and complete as you did in that moment.

He chuckles as he watches you completely cock drunk, one hand leaving your leg. The large palm finds your lower abdomen, pressing against it as he locks his gaze in yours.

“Can you feel me right here, lil’ lamb? Feel me deep, pushing your belly?” His voice is sweetened sickeningly, the pride and amusement of being the one to give you this experience, to make you feel that full once again evident in the twinkle of his eyes and the sideways smirk on his face.

Chants of his name leave your mouth, your voice barely covering the sounds of his skin slapping against yours steadily.

With him inside of you, it was like two puzzle pieces joining together to finish the picture. The satisfaction of completion was there on all fronts, his rhythm frying your nerves and tightening that red hot coil in your core. With his body covering yours in this embrace, he keeps his mouth on you, heady kisses to your lips when you can take it and mouth biting or licking along your chin, jaw, and neck when you need to breathe.

His motions switch up in the next instant, pushed into you at the hilt as his hips circle to grind you on him. He makes tight figure eights, the act getting you to the point where he’s fucked you completely dumb. All you want in that moment is to feel his warm spend inside of you, watch his face contort from his own pleasure. You can tell he’s close the less he speaks and the more he pants, head falling to your shoulder and eyes closing as he focuses hard to keep pace.

“Come inside me, please. I want it,” your tone is urgent, spilling the words out before your orgasm blinds you white-hot, mind clear of everything except for the euphoric high Joel’s given you. Tightening around him, he moans loudly, thrusts becoming messy and stacatto as he chases his own peak.

“God, such a perfect girl for me. You gonna keep my come in you all night? Go back to your boyfriend tomorrow with it dripping out?”

All you can do is nod, cunt fluttering around him as it starts to work into overstimulation, the rub of his skin against your clit so pleasurable it’s getting painful. Your voice falters when a third orgasm pulses through you.

“Y-Yes, yes. I want you inside for as long as it’ll stay there. Pl-Please, baby.”

Your begging pushes Joel over the edge, hips stuttering as ropes of his warm spend fill you up. He starts to work into you again, fucking it deeper before he finishes.

The pair of you are sweaty, sticky messes; hair tangled, lips swollen, eyelids heavy in recovery. Joel stays inside of you, gently moving your legs down and his own arms wrapping under you to lay you on your side with him, lifting one of your legs to rest on his hip.

Soft, supple kisses are shared as the two of you drift in and out of consciousness, eventually falling asleep completely.

Blue tinted sunlight creeps into the sole window of Joel’s bedroom, the night sky fading into a lilac dawn. You’re studying Joel as he sleeps, long lashes grazing his cheeks, lips parted just enough to let some light snores escape. Your finger delicately traces the scar on his right temple, your featherlight touch causing his eyes to flutter open and find your gaze half awake.

Joel’s immediately in fight or flight mode, arm around your waist tightening as he holds you closer.

“You okay? Something happen?” His voice is hoarse from sleep, clearing his throat as the slight panic wakes his up more.

Gently, you rest your hand on his chest and shake your head with a tender smile.

“Everything’s fine, you can relax. I was just lookin’ at you before I have to go home.”

Joel deflates, brow creasing at the mention of you needing to leave, to go home to your equally shitty apartment and some guy that wasn’t him. Jealousy flicked in his chest, a confession sitting in his throat for a minute before he let it out.

“I really did mean it, y’know. I need you. Now that I’ve got you back in my life, I can’t let you go. You’re some of the only family I’ve got left, and I don’t think I could survive losing you again.” His voice is shaky, wet brown eyes locked with yours. You have rarely seen Joel this unguarded, even in your life before, without the hardness that had come with the constant threat to his survival hanging over his head. The words wrapped around your heart, squeezing tightly and ripping it out of your chest to give to him. Silence falls between the two of you as an understanding washes over you, relaxing your body as the memory of safety, comfort, and home ripples throughout every muscle. You tell him what you have felt since the moment you saw him again:

“I’m not going anywhere, Joel. Not without you.”

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mara-xx217 · 2 years ago

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Oohhhhh dear lord listen listen I will worship the very ground you walk on if you write something yandere and/or dubcon with Demogorgon

Totally ok if no tho ilysm❤️

Sweet Jesus I FINALLY have an excuse to use the idea my partner has been pestering me to use since I first wrote Monsters’ Favourite! It’s gonna be spicy sooo…

Warnings: Noncon, Hunting, Alien Biology, Freaky Alien Genitals, Deep Throating, Oral, Knotting

Running into an abandoned house was among the worst decisions that you could have made during this chase. You got turned around in your panic and ended up tripping over a raised floorboard, falling face first into a corner that was filled with junk.

FUCK FUCK FUCK-!!!

There was nowhere left to run. You shot to your feet but it was already too late. The Demogorgon had you boxed in. Your heartbeat screamed in your ears as you struggled to breathe. It was already at your back. You could feel its hot breath on your neck and your shoulders.

Why did it have to be you?! You didn't even do anything to piss it off! The Demogorgon absolutely demolished your friends, tearing them limb from limb in front your very eyes before it set itself upon you. Your entire body trembled as you braced for the inevitable. It was going to be painful and messy... You closed your eyes and waited for those petal shaped jaws to wrap around your head-

"UGH-!"

A long, slimy tongue flicked against your ear. You instantly cringed away, raising your shoulders as you cried out in surprise. You couldn't escape from the invasive tongue- there was nowhere for you to go now... What was it doing?! Taste testing you before it devoured you?! It growled behind you, low and bassy and something that vibrated the organs in your chest and something behind your eyes. Shit. Shit, shit, shit- SHIT! You held your breath and prepared for the worst, but absolutely nothing could have prepared you for what was to come.

It's thick, curved claws sliced into your arms but instead of ripping a strip of flesh off of you, the Demogorgon yanked you backwards so hard that you fell flat on your back. Before the shock of such a sudden motion could even set in your stomach dropped.

The center of the Demogorgon's flower-like head had buried itself in the valley of your crotch. You were left stunned, unable to react as the monster sniffed that area with the vigor of a dog that knew no boundaries and no manners. As you came to your senses, you felt the curl of the Demogorgon's face flaps take hold of the fabric of your jeans. And your underwear-!

"N-No! S-Stop! Stop it! I SAID FUCKING STOP!"

You punched it in the ribs and in the gut but it didn't react in the slightest. The Demogorgon had placed a tight grip onto your legs, preventing you from kicking or scrambling away as it tore a massive hole in the crotch of both your pants and your underwear. Panic turned into hysterics as your voice raised in pitch and loudness.

"W-WHAT THE FU- UGH?!"

A long, thick, wet stripe was licked along the length of your sex. What the fuuuu-?! Is this really happening right now?! You vainly scratched and pulled at the boney fingers that held you down. A flash of white hot embarrassment and disgust pooled in your gut and settled between your thighs. Your hips arched involuntarily into the Demogorgon's repetitive tongue lashings as a strangled moan escaped from the back of your throat. Your eyes squeezed shut as you struggled to regain some of your senses but it was no use.

It felt fucking good.

Its tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. It was like it knew every little trick to get you to squirm and gasp. It rolled against you, squirming and writhing and applying pressure in juuust the right places to have your mouth hanging agape and your guard lowered. The feeling of that thick tongue teasingly dipping into your entrance had your back arching and you throwing your head back in ecstasy. You had pretty much given up the fight to free yourself and instead clutched onto the Demogorgon's long fingers as your body began to shake. Being as distracted as you were, it was more than a little surprising to feel something long, thick and hot suddenly slip onto your face and start squirming around like crazy. Your eyes snapped open and your stomach dropped and your core began to ache.

Oh GOD that's a BIG fucking dick-!!

It was purplish grey in colour and had a slick yet textured feeling all along its length. You couldn't see its head but you could feel it touching your jawline, worming its way around your face with something that felt similar in shape and function to the Demogorgon's actually head. The entire organ was prehensile, able to move with the same amount of accuracy and precision that its tongue had.

It won't- You seriously aren't going to put that thing in your mouth, are you?!

....are you?

The struggle you put up was halfhearted. It wasn't like you wanted to get this thing off but at the same time you didn't really have a lot of options to work with at the moment. You didn't open your mouth but you also didn't try that hard to keep that freakishly dexterous dick from prying your lips apart and slithering into your only partially closed mouth.

It did not taste good yet you couldn't quite place the reason why. It had a musky, sweaty almost earthy-but-not-quite taste that had you salivating and gagging before it had even slipped all the way into your mouth. You had to screw your eyes shut and focus solely on breathing as it's cock slid all the way to the back of your throat in one fluid thrust. But the Demogorgon wasn't moving its hips at all, no, its dick somehow just moved all on its own like it was a separate entity or something!

It was nearly impossible to breathe at all. As the Demogorgon's member crammed itself down your throat its tongue continued to assault you in between your legs. Oooohhh God- You don't know why you bothered, but you tried to push its hips back. As if that would help right now. You just needed a little bit of room so you could breathe! The Demogorgon didn't relent and you started to feel lightheaded and panicked from the lack of air your lungs were receiving.

Are you seriously going to die from getting throat fucked?

Cumming had you seeing stars and unintentionally sucking on the Demogorgon's cock. A strangled gargling noise sounded from your throat. It felt like you were drowning on your own saliva and the monster's precum that had gathered in your throat. Your hips bucked against your will and your legs were kicking wildly as you really couldn't fucking breathe anymore!

Somehow it felt like everything was getting tighter and tighter in your mouth. Your tongue was flat against the back of your teeth and you could feel the monstrous cock pressing against muscles of your throat. You managed to knee the Demogorgon in the side of the head but it didn't react. You punched it in the side, dug your fingers into its ribs and still the creature didn't react to you in the slightest. You're actually going to die. You're going to die from sucking dick and receiving oral from a literally fucking monster.

Your jaw was stretched painfully wide, until you were sure something had popped and shifted in a way it was never supposed to. You were shocked when you felt something thick and hot streaming down your gullet. It filled your stomach enough that you felt physically bloated. Did- Did it just fucking cum?! Trying to breathe at all was a mistake. Something filled your sinuses and it shot out of your nose with startling force. All the while, the Demogorgon was still tongue fucking you with the same vigor and determination as when it first began.

No. No No- No you're fucking done! You tried to pull away but- You couldn't? You couldn't pull away at all! It was like it was... was stuck inside of you!? Oh GOD-!

You would have to wait for the swelling to go down... Whenever that would be... The Demogorgon certainly wasn't in any rush though. It had you exactly where it wanted you and it's not like you had a chance to get away, knotting or not.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

#dead by daylight #dbd #demogorgon #demogorgon x reader #ask response #tw non con #tw knotting #I'm not to blame for this one folks lol

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amourtoken · 5 months ago

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thinking w my brain rn using every wrinkle fr anyway-

Thinking abt Matt who has put on such a fucking facade of hating you and being impervious to your sweet little pet names, compliments, ect. He acts like a cunt and you're always so sweet to him but it's bc you're playing the long game. You know it's bullshit, and you're gonna break him down eventually.

every chance you get you're looking up at him w big puppy eyes, brushing against him when you pass by, standing just a little too close, calling him sweet nicknames like Matty, honey, love, ect., bringing him little gifts like snacks or drinks and constantly trying to stay on top of any extra work he needs done. Most of the time you have to ask other people on the team what this work is tho bc he avoids you like the plague when he can and won't directly give you an answer.

Why does he avoid you? You're so fucking annoying he wants to scream. He can't get work done when he's so fucking hard he can barely stand, and you're always prancing around in those cute skirts/shorts, and wearing the most intoxicating perfumes ever that don't just go away when you leave he has to feel like you're constantly lingering. He's been late on multiple projects recently because he's been too busy fucking his fist to the thought of those big puppy eyes looking up at him while he's 8 inches deep in your throat. You're a fucking menace.

this all comes to a peak when you try and pass between him and another crew member, brushing your ass against his hips and continuing on your way. Matt literally cut the entire conversation with the other guy off to follow you, he can't fucking deal with you anymore and plans on telling you exactly how he feels. He found you in an empty green room in the venue, perched on the couch on your phone like you didn't do shit.

"Are you fucking serious? Really? You think you can just walk around and act like a slut every day then get away with it?"

he sounded livid but you only glanced up at him from your phone with a smile on your face for a second before continuing to scroll.

"Hey. Are you even fucking listening? I said-"

You cut him off by dropping your phone on the couch and crossing to meet him, resting a hand on his chest and running the other up his thigh to brush against the very visible bulge in his pants.

"If you hate it so much why are you so hard right now?"

Matt sucked in a sharp breath through his nose feeling you squeeze his cock and his face had the most visible flush you'd ever seen. He didn't have a sharp comeback like usual, stuttering over his words and never landing on a specific insult. He has work to do and you're about to waste more of his time, he just can't seem to be angry about it right now.

"Stop being so tense, maybe you just need some pussy. Let me make you feel good Matty please?"

he was pretty sure he'd just pass out right here. All of the blood from his brain was occupying his cock right now so all greater thought was out the window anyway. He was trying to twist this situation to have him in charge but you shot down every attempt. If he were really in charge in the first place he wouldn't have followed you like a lost puppy. That being said, his only response to your comment was a heavy sigh and a nod. Works for you. You drug him over to the couch and finally got to work.

It took literally no time to have him unraveled under you. You were settled on your knees in front of him and shifting between gagging on his cock and pressing kisses up and down his length while teasing the tip. He was dripping pre like a fucking faucet, poor thing :(((

"If you needed this so bad why'd you pretend to hate me for so long huh? Could've just asked, Matty."

"S-shut the fuck up and suck my cock. Please."

#Matt #Matt dierkes smut #Ohhhhgggdhhhh #I'll write more on this when I'm not actually convulsing

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paraliveimaginesblog · 1 year ago

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39 from kiss prompts with Yuto please <3

(Sort of has spoilers for the newest drama track; kept it vague tho!)

Yuto Inukai

39. Kissing tears from the other’s face.

The day had been exhausting.

Yuto had stepped outside to smoke while the other three had finally settled in, fast asleep with stomachs full on Yuto’s dime. Somehow, that had been the highlight of his day, getting robbed in broad daylight but getting to bask in the laughter and good moods of his team. After the day they had, they deserved a break, even if it left Yuto wondering how he might survive the rest of the week.

This overwhelming anger sat heavy on his chest as he recalled the earlier incident. Not just Shion, but Ryoga as well, were subject to an unnecessary cruelty; Yuto had seen their fight to change, to consider their future and yet they were still treated like it wasn’t enough. Maybe it was true that their path to rehabilitation was far from over, but shouldn’t their efforts be recognized? When he got worked up like this is when his blackouts happened, yet he remained entirely too aware of the rage coursing through his veins.

It was quick to turn to despair, asking himself honestly if anything would ever change. Was he having any effect on his team? Or was he even good enough to inspire this change in them? His heart ached yet his thoughts were blank, unable to find a remedy for what ailed him most.

Yuto had only given you a hint of what occurred earlier that day, not going into much detail before he stopped replying altogether. You expected to get more of an update during your daily nightly call with him yet the minutes ticked on and your phone had a severe lack of notifications. If he was upset with what happened earlier, you could predict that he was caught up in his thoughts, probably out in the cold night air smoking a cigarette and feeling sorry for himself. You supposed it was your right as his lover to give a little late-night visit, if not just to assure yourself that little Kenta hadn’t torn him to literal shreds yet.

When you approached, you could see that he was lost in his thoughts, his cigarette nearly completely burned out, likely to touch his fingertips if he didn’t put it out soon. You took it from his hand and threw it to the ground yourself, stomping it out as Yuto’s eyes came back into focus. He looked at you like you were a ghost, his face even paler in the moonlight as he scrambled to retrieve his phone, which was placed on silent in his back pocket. He almost bowed in apology but his attempted movement was stopped when you placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with a tilted head and a questioning look.

“Yuto…” He wished you didn’t call his name so sweetly; it was like when someone finally asked a person who had been wallowing in self-pity all day long what was wrong. A dam had broken and he could no longer hold back, the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he felt this might be a new pathetic low for him.

“I’m sorry,” He muttered out weakly, “I’m not… I don’t think I’m strong enough—”

“Now, now,” You chided him gently, cupping his cheek with one hand and pulling him close to you. “You don’t have to cry, I promise, things aren’t as bad as they seem.”

Bold words, coming from someone who didn’t know what had gone down that day, but even he was kept in the dark about the latter half of it. His anxiety spiked again as he worried about what he might have said or done while he wasn’t fully aware, the tears streaking down his cheeks in another sad scene. You tried not to let it get to you, no matter how much it hurt seeing him distressed like this, going back and forth between kissing his cheeks to catch his tears. You almost treated it like a game, seeing how many you could kiss away before they slid completely down his chin, and you earned a chuckle out of him before the water works were finally plugged up.

“Do you feel a little better now?”

“A little.” Yuto agreed, holding your hands to his wet face, not willing to part with your warmth and comfort yet. “Thank you for visiting.”

“Oh, always a pleasure.”

You knew that you weren’t going to learn what happened that night, but whoever was responsible for Yuto’s tears was going to have an unhappy awakening when you finally got your hands on them.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Yuto Inukai #Inukai Yuto #Yuto Inukai x Reader #Scenario #Kiss Prompts

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lloydfrontera · 1 year ago

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HE'S 42. I DON'T REMEMBER HOW OLD ADELINE AND THE EMPEROR ARE BUT I'M DESPERATELY HOPING THE AGE DIFF ISN'T TOO MUCH (FOR ADELINE) OR TOO LITTLE (FOR THE EMPEROR)... also i feel bad for og rakiel for skipping straight from early 20s to early 40s... now he has to find himself in middle age rather than being able to grow into it slowly (tho he DOES have the healthier body LMAO).

yep! i'm pretty sure adeline is in her early twenties and asterion is over fifty so. the age differences are a bit screwy ajksfhddjks

normally with transmigration plots that deal with a character being sent into a younger body i prefer to belief their mental age also regressed so it matches their physical one. so they still have their memories but their emotional maturity and control fits with whatever body they got stuck with. mostly because otherwise a lot of plots would be pretty sucky and weird if i didn't lol

so this isn't a deal breaker for me but. it is a little weird ajshdjka

i'm already a bit wary of shipping rakiel with,,, almost anyone tbh because he's their doctor! hell i'm pretty sure even rakiel thinks about that at one point, he's a doctor, he knows the boundaries that need to exist between his patients and him and he wants to respect them! right now i wouldn't be comfortable truly shipping him with adeline or damian cause they're both dependent on him to get treatment (more damian than adeline but still). so like. the age difference doesn't help either lol

i guess with damian there's also the issue that he's actually 3913 years old but he doesn't remember most of that time so i'm not counting them.

as for asterion,,,, well. we're already seeing the issues that come with rakiel being an whole ass adult with a career and a job and, well, a life and suddenly being turned into a 20 years old that is still dependent of his father. he's soooo not comfortable playing the part of son. especially for the emotional landmine that is asterion and rakiel's father-son relationship.

he's an adult! he had regrets about the way his father had died but he had more or less made his peace with it! he was already at a stage in his life where he had no real need of parental approval or care. and now he's put in a position where he has to play the role of dutiful son who's still looking for his father's approval and it bothers him. hell when asterion is actually proud of him or worried or trying to parent him rakiel turns into the equivalent of a cat that doesn't want to get pet. he's awkward and a bit aloof and unsure of how to respond beyond squirming and getting away as soon as he can.

i really do want to see how they deal with their relationship tbh i think it's fascinating and it could go either way. either rakiel settles into his new age and they have a more traditional father/son relationship even after he comes clean or he doesn't and they have to settle into a more blurry one where they're still family but asterion treats him as more of an equal that he would otherwise do with his son.

as for og!rakiel,,, well like rakiel said, he got a body in its forties but it was either that or die in his own body in three months. either way he wasn't gonna live through his late twenties and thirties 😔

but yeah it really seems like og!rakiel got the short end of the stick in this whole thing. poor kid never got a break. first his mom died giving birth to him, he was chronically ill since he was a baby, his father gave up on him ever getting healthier, emotionally neglected him for years, everyone was expecting him to die so they could finally turn theodore into crown prince and then when he's about to die he gets body switched with a middle aged guy from another world that has,,, almost nothing going for him beyond general good health (and a winning lottery ticket lmao)

it's very sad actually :( i really do wish we get more of him in the later chapters even if it's just to get confirmation that he's doing well in his own life now

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #rakiel magentano #also before anyone comes at me for shipping rakiel and javilon.#do know i do that with full knowledge it's ethically dubious and morally fucked up <3 #plus if we're talking age wise he's actually 37 which is 17 years older than him physically but 5 years less mentally #which doesn't make it better but i do think it's fascinating lmao #anyway how do you guys feel about their ship name being 'royal malpractice'. i think it's funny lol #crown prince sells medicine #cpsm

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stormyoceans · 11 months ago

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mon, i’ve been wanting to text you since friday night, as soon as i finished ep9 but i’ve been so incredibly overcome with emotion, i just have not had the courage to process everything and put what i feel into words.

i have been bawling since the very start of the ep, mon. right from the night-&-day conflict-cause reveal, to the first time day realises he’s losing sight, to the intimate scene, to (of course) the final scene, i have literally been in tears, unable to process any of my feelings. hell, i couldn’t even watch the full ep from between my tears, but i’m too scared to go back and watch so soon. there are so many things i felt, so many thoughts i had that i wanted to share with you but i’m just so overwhelmed even as yet, and i just want you to know, that if ever my thoughts become a little bit more clear and my feelings a bit less overwhelming, you will definitely be the first to hear all i want to say (sorry to be a bother but you’re like one of the few people i can share the utter happiness that this show is for me and i really want to discuss ALL ABOUT IT with you, and get all your thoughts!! but i get so overwhelmed and am so random with being active on this app, ughh it’s so hard 😭😭😭😭😭)

i just wanted to share this one thought with you that i had while watching the ep though, because i know you’d appreciate it so damn much. this series feels like such a beautiful gift to all us fans from jimmysea and p’aof, mon. like the heart that has gone into this project and the sheer beauty that everyone involved has created feels like the best present one could ever ask for (🥹). truly, i have no words other than the fact that i have never, ever experienced anything like this ever before and i am truly so, so overcome with a myriad of emotions, half of which i can’t even name.

WELL FIRST OF ALL YOU’RE NEVER A BOTHER AND YOUR MESSAGES ALWAYS PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE AND MAKE ME INCREDIBLY HAPPY SO JOKES ON YOU SAM!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’RE ACTUALLY STUCK WITH ME NOW AND I WILL BE SITTING HERE PATIENTLY WAITING FOR YOUR THOUGHTS ON LAST TWILIGHT WHENEVER YOU’RE READY TO SHARE THEM

take all the time you need tho, i definitely understand feeling overwhelmed by this show and not being able to write down everything you want to say. and idk if im the only one experiencing this, but these past couple of months since last twilight started have been so surreal to me like. i haven’t even begun to process 13% of the things that happened in episode 9 or any past episode really and it’s already time for episode 10 tomorrow. we’ve waited for this show for a whole year and in two more weeks it’s already gonna be over and yet somehow im still stuck on the very first episode with so many things to say and so many emotions to deal with and so many thoughts i want to share with you all but it seems too late now except it’s not!!!!!! we’re still here talking about vice versa after almost two years, we’re gonna be here talking about last twilight long after it ends!!!!!!

and to me this does feel like a show that you need to let sink in and settle a little before you can fully appreciate it, not because it’s overly complicated or controversial, but because it strikes something so deep into your soul that you need to watch it multiple times to unravel all its beauty. the feelings you get when you experience something for the first time can’t ever be repeated, but there is new understanding to be found in all the times after it. like you said, even just by watching episode 9 you can tell that there’s so much love and so much care that went into this show, and then you watch the bts videos and you see how hard everyone worked to make this happen, how the entire crew climbed that quite literal mountain just to deliver something special to us

i think that’s why despite all of my fears and worries about the ending that i can’t quite shake off, im also trying really hard to have faith in everyone involved in the show, because it’s a product of love and i will always be so deeply grateful to them for gifting it to the world

#SORRY SAM NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE BUT I'VE BEEN FEELINGS SO MANY THINGS THIS PAST WEEK ALONE AND I CAN'T COPE WITH ANY OF IT #also just wanted to say that im so bad at time management that sometimes it really takes me ages to get back to people #or even worse i don't get back to people because i get lost in my head and in all the things i have to do #that suddenly days have already passed #but please know that you never bother me and that i love hearing from you even if im terrible at replying #I LOVE YOU OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!#last twilight the series #sam ❤️#m: ask

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dogtiber · 1 year ago

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ok finally sitting down to write up the post I owe! it’s gonna be a long one because we’ve done so much the past couple of days and i kept putting this off oops.

09/07

we finally had his behavioral consult appointment, and it went well! I like our trainer a lot; she’s the same girl running our puppy class, and Tiber really likes her too. she worked with him a bit on crate training and with us on demonstrating how to structure it and what body language to keep an eye out for from him, so now we can work on that more systematically. she also walked us through what she called “door is a bore,” to help us work on his separation anxiety better, and just slowly get him used to seeing us get up, walk away, and eventually walk out of sight/leave. it’s a lot of standing up and sitting down repeatedly and then working in walking across the room and then adding in touching the door knob, then moving the door, and eventually going through it.

we’ve been working on it here and there, and Partner has been doing sessions with him as well. he’s doing a little better—the going it slow, but we do see progress. he’s been a lot better at night—settling down for sleep a little more easily, and not waking us up throughout the night. he’s voluntarily spending more time in his crate than before too. and still gets anxious with one of us leaving, but it does seem to be a little better, and he can go longer before getting super upset about one of us being out of the room. he has been a lot more sassy and vocal with us lately tho lol. his bark is very cute, but now that he’s talking at us to communicate extra things, we’re having to recalibrate our understanding and communication with each other. it’s going decently well though.

friday, 09/08,

we took him to the pet store after Partner got back from work, and also to the dogs welcome craft store next door to the pet store. he had a blast picking out some new toys, and meeting new people. he did start to get frustrated in the craft store though, and started barking quite a bit, so Partner took him outside after a bit while I finished shopping.

09/09,

went to the street market! lots of exploring for him, and lots of pigeons to menace. (poor birds!) Partner worked a little on training with him while we traded off eating lunch—he would train and sit with Tiber while I had mine, then we switched. he did pretty well, considering all the everything going on in the world around him. we all had a really nice time together.

we also had a doggy playdate! a different set of Partner’s coworkers got a golden labradoodle puppy a few months before we got Tiber. she’s about 3 months older than him, so it was good socialization time for both of them. she’s HUGE and Tiber was a bit distracted at first by being in a new space, so he started out a little aloof (which poor Lily could not understand. she so desperately wanted to be immediate friends lol) but after exploring their house and yard a bit, and taking a potty break, warmed right up. it was very funny watching them adjust to each other, because of their difference in size and play style. Tars, the other big dog Tiber’s had play dates with, slots into his play style really well, because she loves to chase and Tiber loves to be chased. Lily, on the other hand, also wanted to be chased lol, and she’s also more interested in playing with toys together than he was. he did start picking it up a bit though after a bit, and had some tug fun with her. Lily was so sweet, she would stop and wait patiently for him to get his mouth firmly on the toy before tugging. they had so much fun together. the couple that owns her also has a cat, so Tiber got to have gentle introductions with him too. it went pretty well, and we didn’t see any prey drive kick in or any desire to chase him.

i’ll post more pics and vids from their playdate as well!

09/10,

we went to a local craft fair event! forgot to get any pictures, but Tiber had a great time. everyone we talked to loved him too. he got to take in lots of sights and sounds and smells, shared some of my watermelon, and found SO many sticks to dig up or carry around or chew for a bit (it was a wood craft fair, so sticks and wood pieces were EVERYWHERE). met other dogs, and a few other whippets too. we also chatted to the people running the wildlife conservation booths, and they gave us some info on local nature parks we can take Tiber to. I also had a ton of fun seeing all the craft stuff, and brought home a few jewelry pieces.

09/11,

and then we had one of my moving shipments arrive. Tiber did not like them very much, got barky and growls when he met them outside the door. I think it’s the big equipment and boxes he doesn’t like. Partner took him back out again instead of trying to deal with the dog and movers. when he was back home again though, he seemed to have lots of interest in just watching me unpack. stared at me for hours lol. I guess this one was mostly a big day for me more than it was for him, but overall it was a huge weekend (and Thursday and Friday) for all of us.

and, last one, 09/12,

second puppy class day! Tiber was a lot more distracted this time around, and poor Partner was getting pretty frustrated too (he had a long day at work beforehand). we reviewed previous skills, and then worked on Settle and a little bit of loose lead walking. he did also throw up in the middle of class :(( not sure what’s up with him—current suspicion is that he overate or had too many treats that day, since we both did a couple of training sessions with him throughout the day to distract him when he was looking for things to get into. he had apparently also done it earlier that day while walking with Partner as well, so we were a bit worried. he’s eating though, and hasn’t shown any other symptoms or signs of being uncomfortable or unwell, so hopefully it’s fine. he does go in for his kennel cough vax tomorrow tho, so I’ll try to remember to bring this up to the vet as well.

#tiber tag #journal

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oxygenbefore1775 · 2 years ago

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Someone To Lose (jeankasa oneshot)

cw: mostly angst, fluff at the very end, children talk (no pregnancy tho)

wc: 0,9k

summary: Mikasa's restlessness grows after her marriage to Jean

The moon is high in the sky, its silver light filling up the bedroom — but Mikasa can't bring herself to sleep. Her mind is wandering as she feels the urge to see whether or not the front door and all the windows in the house are locked up. Having done it a couple of times already, there is still a thought lingering at the back of her head, keeping her awake. Maybe she forgot to close shut one of the windows, Mikasa thinks to herself, then it means that someone could easily... She needs to check it, right now.

Getting out of the bed as swiftly as possible, Mikasa exits the bedroom and makes a round around the house, coming up to every window. Fiddling with every windowlock, checking and double checking the latches finally puts her mind at relative, very unstable peace. Her movements light, Mikasa returns to the bedroom and settles down on the bed but sleep still doesn't come to her. Instead, her eyes are now on her husband's face to gaze at his fine features. His sides heaving with each deep breath he takes, quiet snuffles reaching her ear — Jean seems to be asleep. Mikasa extends her palm to move a strand of his hair away from his face.

"Please get some rest," Jean lets out a groan as soon as he feels her touch.

Mikasa is quick to pull her hand away. In the dim lighting she can see Jean's eyes, forced open, soft shine to them.

"I didn't mean to wake you up," the corners of her lips curled in a forced smile.

"You didn't," Jean argues, yawning as if to prove his own statement. "If my wife is awake then so am I"

He spends a few moments studying her face, having propped himself up on an elbow for a better look. His gaze, intent as always despite the late hour, makes Mikasa want to avert her eyes from him since she feels guilty for keeping him up at night. She feels Jean's palm stroking her shoulder, the warmth of his fingers in a stark contrast to her cold skin.

"Mikasa," he calls out to her, "Why are you not sleeping? It happens every night to you. You're in our house, safe with me. I am always here to protect you, don't you know it?"

"It's not me I'm worrying about," Mikasa admits begrudgingly, her voice as weak as it can get.

Having said those words, she looks up at Jean, a confused expression on his face. He has his eyes glued to her in anticipation of an explanation.

"I mean," she sttuters under his gaze, "It's happened two times already. People that I care about being taken away from me. For the longest time I only had Armin by my side," her tone turns from unsure to gentle as pleasant memories come up in her mind, "And then, as if out of nowhere, I have a husband and parents-in-law now."

Mikasa lapses into the silence of reminiscence — the Kirstein family welcomed her with open arms. When Jean and her would visit his parents, the way Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein take care of her and make sure their daughter-in-law is comfortable instills a familiar sense of warmth in Mikasa, the same one she often experienced as a little girl. At the same time as a shadow of ice-like fear creeps up on her.

"But every time I look at you, I can't help but to remember... What if the same thing happens? For the third time?" she clutches Jean's hand to her chest, her fingers squeezing his. "I can't afford it"

Mikasa can feel the matress collapsing under Jean's weight as he scoots closer to her, his lips pressing against her forehead.

"I can't imagine your state right now," Jean replies honestly, for a lack of a better answer, "It pains me to see how you worry about me," he mutters as his hand runs through Mikasa's hair, "But let's put it this way. I'm a trained soldier, a veteran, leader of a squadron, top of the range, master of my trade," Jean curls a finger with each title he so generously gives himself, a feigned expression of vanity on his face, "And I'm talented, smart and handsome, to boot"

Jean's words bring a shy smile to Mikasa's face. A content sigh escapes her lips as she nuzzles into the crook of his neck.

"Who in their right mind would try and bring me down?" the tone of his voice playful.

Mikasa remains silent, falling back to her nightmare-like memories.

"Look, you don't have to go through this alone. And you won't," Jean gently nudges her to pull away from the cuddle so that their eyes interlock, "We will pull through everything together, as a couple. And later, if we have children, no one would even dare to go near them since their parents would be such a menace"

"If we have children?" Mikasa wrinkles her nose in a desperate attempt to hold back a smirk.

"Oh, I'm sorry, when we have children," Jean reaches to Mikasa's stomach, looking up at her for permission, and lays his hand on her flat abdomen, brushing his thumb against her soft skin, "I can't wait to meet them, our kids. Even if they are not in the near future"

Mikasa only nods in accord, her limbs getting heavy and her eyelids becoming droopy as a haze covers her vision.

"Feeling sleepy now?" this sounds more like a statement rather than a question as Jean drapes a blanket over her, covering her whole body.

Her breathing deep and steady now, Mikasa finally falls asleep.

i do feel jolly guilty for not posting enough of jeankasa content i'll try to change it in the future

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman #jeankasa #aot oneshots #jeankasa oneshots #jean x mikasa #jeankasa angst

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chifufuuyu · 3 years ago

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Mad Woman

summary: in which y/n's desire for happiness becomes her biggest downfall.

pairing: todoroki shoto x reader

cw: wandamaximoff!reader, major wandavision finale spoilers, ANGST, recollection of past traumas, hostage situation, child abuse¿, minor strangulation, roaches, death, detailed violent scenes, did i mentioned angst?, kidnapping¿, bakugou's sister reader but it doesnt play a huge part tho., ooc yaoyorozu

a/n: reader's quirk is telekinesis, telepathy and reality warping. yaoyorozu is agatha harkness-- just bc momo's hair reminds me so much of her. her quirk is different too.

part 2 (tba)

folklore masterlist

Todoroki Shoto and Y/n Bakugou are-- or rather, were pro heroes. After winning against the villains in the battle of Musutafu, the two high ranking heroes decided to step down and move to the suburbs to start a new chapter of their lives.

Moving to the Hyogo Prefecture never seemed so bad. It took them 7 years to finally settle and adapt to their new living situation. The pair is now living in their cozy suburban home with their six year old twins, Haru and Ren, and their dog, Sparky.

The first few years of Y/n and Shoto living in Hyogo have been normal. Though it seemed too normal for Todoroki's liking.

Everywhere you go, all you can see is the joyous grin of happy go lucky citizens of the prefecture. Not once I'm seven years has anyone had a bad day. If it wasn't suspicious enough, every time Todoroki reached the last street of the prefecture, the locals in there doesn't seem so well. It was as if they were robotic zombies that were mind controlled. Not to mention, it looks like there's an energy barrier separating Hyogo from the rest of the world.

Given the circumstances, Todoroki decided to conduct a further investigation.

Curiosity killed the cat, an old saying that pertains to nosy people that gets into trouble because of what they found. And that is exactly what happened to him.

If Todoroki wanted to keep his happy life with his wife, kids and his dog, he should never have investigated further. He should never have wanted to know what is out there somewhere. If he wasn't the curious cat that he is, then maybe his life would have stayed the same. But then again, being oblivious would do you no good.

Floating saucers and self wiping napkins seemed such a normal occurence in the Todoroki-Bakugou Household. You were lost in your own little world, watching the chores do itself, with a little help from your telekinesis.

Living in Hyogo seemed like a dream. You live with your husband, the twins and your older brother. Though you have no idea why one day, he just showed up at your doorstep acting all weird and sketchy. He was the Bakugou Katsuki but something changed in him. His usually scowling and frowning self was replaced. It was as if he was a replica of the happy go lucky citizens of Hyogo. You brushed it off though, he was being weird, but he was still your brother. Although he was being undeniably creepy with his unusual smiles and giggles. Lastly, he even bonds with your husband now, unlike before where the two would basically try to kill each other every chance they get.

You were smiling remembering how giggly and soft he was to your kids until a thought crossed you mind.

You have no idea where it all went south with your husband. Just a few days ago, everything was fine. He was himself. He was normal. But after a few days of him 'patroling', something changed. He had been distant, not only to you but also to your kids. He would always leave early and come back late at night when he thought you were already asleep and you'll feel the bed dip beside you.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by a loud scream coming from your neighbor/bestfriend's house. You didn't let a second pass and you were already running towards the house where you left your kids to be babysat so you can spend some alone time with your thoughts.

Knocking harshly on Momo's door, she opened it gently with a grin on her face. She wasn't her usual self though. She wasn't as cheeky and her usual neon outfit is now a black long sleeved dress and her hair looked like it hasn't been brushed in a month.

"Y/n! I've been expecting you, what took you so long?" she said cheekily, caressing the holland lop bunny, Mr. Fluffy, on her arms.

"Where are my children?" you asked as you eyed her suspiciously.

"Oh darling! They're in the basement, playing." she giggled before directing you to the basement and you followed her reluctantly.

When you reached the basement, shock washed over you as you observe your surroundings. The light was dimmed and the walls are etched with inscriptions you couldn't quite decipher. Your mouth fell open and you didn't have enough time to run as the basement doors locked itself.

You turn your gaze back at Momo as your eyes flashed red in which she laughed maniacally. "Oh honey, my thoughts aren't available to you. You can't read them, can you? They never ever were. So don't go giving yourself a migraine. We've got work to do! "

"Where are my children?"

"Where are my children?~" she mocked. "Oof."

"Where are they?!" you demanded as you try to use your quirk against her but the usual scarlet energy is no where to be found. You looked at your hands aghast, as you began to back away.

"Oh, your magic's no good here." she said before she, herself, used magic and the next thing you know, you were levitating in the air with your hands behind your back as if it were restrained with invisible cuffs. You groaned loudly as you wiggle and struggle to breathe. She raises her hands and began to drag you towards her. "Didn't you notice? Basic protection spell, one on each wall?" You began to look around the basement with wide eyes and your gaze fell on each purple luminous light at the top of every pillars. "These are runes, Y/n. In a given space, only the witch that cast the runes can use her magic. How do you not know the fundamentals?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?! All those costumes and hairstyles." She sighed. "I was so patient, waiting for you to finally reveal your true self. I got close with fake Bakugou."

Your breath hitched at the mention of your older brother's name. "What do you want with my brother?!"

"Brother? Oh Y/n, it's quite humorous how you finally can't tell the difference between illusion and reality. He's dead. Your brother is dead. Fake Bakugou was just an illusion." She laughed boisterously as tears began stinging your eyes.

"It was you?"

"No, it wasn't literally me. Just my eyes and ears. A crystalline possession. Necromancy is a non-starter since your brother is in another prefecture buried six feet under. Not to mention, full of holes. But you were so crippled with your own self doubt that you believed it." She pouted mockingly. "Oh, Y/n. When I sensed this place, the afterglow of so many spells cast all at once... Oh I couldn't make heads or tails of it."

"How dare you use my brother against me?!" you screamed at her with such hatred and she only laughed at your face.

"Oh poor little Y/n, you got blinded by your feelings and emotions. You could've taken over the world if you wanted to yet here you are, playing house." She clicked her tongue as she gives you the stink eye. Her eyes fell on the sight of a cockroach and she plucked it from the concrete and laid it in her hands. She began to cast a spell and the insect levitated just like you did. "Mind control. A classic. Quick incantation and a feeble psyche and you're good to go." She flicked the cockroach and it landed on your cheek. You immediately zipped your mouth and shut your eyes and you shivered from the feeling of it crawling in your skin. "Thousands of people under your thumb, all interacting with each other according to complex storylines. That's something special, baby." She said as she swatted the cockroach away from your face and held it in her palm. "And of course, there's transmutation." All of a sudden, the cockroach turned into a black little crow. "Years to achieve, even the smallest convincing illusion. But Hyogo is through your lens, Y/n. Every little detail in place down to the crown molding. You're even running illusions miles away at the edge of the prefecture! Magic on autopilot! What's your secret, sister? Listen, I need you... Hey, Y/n, I need you to tell me how you did this."

"I didn't do anything. I'm not--" you failed to finish your sentence as you were snagged into the wall multiple times making you grunt in pain before Momo finally stopped and looked you dead in the eye.

"I tried to be gentle, to nudge you awake from this ridiculous fantasy, but you would rather fall apart than face your truth. You left me no choice." She lifted your chin with her pointer finger, "What is it that you said to your not-brother. All you could recall was the feeling? You felt empty. Alone. Endless nothingness... Let's start there. It's been fun playing pretend for a while, hasn't it, Y/n? Now it's time to unlock some reruns."

The sound of door opening caught your attention. Suddenly, you were free from her magical grasp and your body came in contact with the ground.

"No."

"I'm sorry? Did you forgot who got your children stashed in her bewitched basement?"

Screams and cries of your baby boys began echoing around the place but they were nowhere to be found, "Mom! Help. Mommy! Help us!"

You stood up frantically and she dragged you towards the door. The sight inside caused your heart to stop beating. It was you sitting you the floor with Katsuki as children in your childhood home and your parents laying on the couch laughing with the both of you as you watch sitcoms on the television.

"Oh. Charming house. Why are we here?"

"Mama..." You muttered as you tried to blink back tears from the heartwarming view in front of you.

"The Dick Van Dyke Show... Starring Dick Van Dyke." You hugged your knees close to your chest as one of your favorite tv show began playing.

"Papa... Katsu..." Your eyes are stinging with tears as a smile crept into your face but a sound of a snap of a finger brought you back to reality and then it was all pitch black and you were in another setting.

You were now lying in a cold ground almost lifeless with fires surrounding you. Sorrow, and helplessness filled you as you try to stand up but you cannot. You were crying as you try to find someone alive when a hand grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the scene.

"Y/n!" Katsuki shouted as he wrapped your arm around his neck and helped you stood up.

The both of you tripped as you ducked when a large piece of concrete almost hit you. The villains would never stop until the very last breathing person was dead.

You held Katsuki's hand in yours as you shut your eyes and began muttering to yourself, "At the end of every episode, it was all a bad dream. None of it is real." Holding your breath, you tried to wake up from the nightmare but a sudden force held your left ankle and you were dragged away to another setting.

"What happened there, Y/n? " Momo feigned concern.

"We... We were trapped." You whispered exasperated.

"For how long?"

"Two days."

"Huh. So much trauma, and yet you were safe as kittens the whole time." She began walking back and forth remembering your memories, "So what I see here, is a baby witch, obsessed with sitcoms and years of therapy ahead of her. Doesn't explain your hijinks. Where did you get the big guns, Y/n?"

The setting changed again and you were now in the one of the most awful places of your childhood. The events that caused you the most painful memories. When you were strapped in a bed at a laboratory owned by All for one. Numbers of mad scientist injecting different serums inside your body. It was agonizing. You and Katsuki were treated like lab rats. Test subjects.

"No! I don't wanna go back there."

"Oh but angel, it's the best medicine. The only way forward, is back."

You walked away and relive your experience as a lab rat for the godforsaken villains. From being injected to being isolated as you watch sitcoms on the provided crummy television in your cell.

Momo appeared behind you and leaned close to your ear, "Things are adding up, buttercup. I have a theory but I need more."

Another snap of Momo's finger brought you to a change of scenery. It was you but much more recent. You were sitting on the bed all alone.

"So where is this? The heroes compound?"

"It was the first home Shoto and I ever shared. Katsuki just died, I was in the city, I was all alone."

"Todoroki?" You said as you sensed him on the other side of your bedroom door.

"I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to intrude. Well I suppose, yes, I did intend to come in here."

"And now?"

"And... Well, whatever is your preference."

You patted the seat beside and called for him. He sat on the mattress with you and watched the tv show you were so enamored with where the man in the television was hammering a nail when the whole wooden infrastructure fell on him.

"Is it funny because of the grievous injury the man just suffered?"

"No it's not. He's really just injured. "

"Oh. Y/n...I would presume I don't know what you are feeling but I would like to know. Should that be of some comfort for you?"

"What makes you think that talking about it would bring me some sort of comfort?"

"Oh-- I--"

"The only thing that would bring me comfort, is seeing him again."

"I'm sorry. "

"No, Todoroki, I'm sorry. I'm just... Tired. I feel like being washed by the waves over and over again... Every time I try to stand up it just knocks me back down."

"I'm sorry Y/n. I'm not really sure what to do. I've never loved someone so I don't know how painful it is to lose someone. But what is grief if not love persevering?"

The whole conversation between you and Todoroki led to laughing and cracking up from the sitcom you were watching.

Momo has tears in the corner of her eyes though you have no idea if it was genuine or not, "So to recap, parents dead, brother dead, Todoroki dead?"

A tear slipped passed your eyes as your knees weakened making you fall on the carpeted floor. Your shaking hands all clammy and knuckles turning white as you sob pulling on your hair. Realization washed over you forcing yourself to be brought back to the harsh reality that you no longer have anyone. You no longer have anybody. You would give everything you have to live in your illusion once more. To sleep with the love of your life, to hold his cheek, to be kissed lovingly by him, to cook breakfast for him and your children, to goof around with your brother, to see the smiles of your kids, you would give up everything to relive those stolen moments. Everything.

The realization of no longer having anyone hit you like a truck. You cry to yourself as you mentally curse whatever is up there. The Gods, the universe. What have you done to deserve such cruel reality. You sacrifice your own life to save others, you put your life in the line in order to maintain peace and happiness and this is what you were given in return? The pain was too much to bare. It was more than agonizing.

"What happened when he wasn't there? What pulled you from the darkness?" you looked up at Momo with swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"I can't do this anymore."

"Come on, Y/n! You're on the precipice. You are right there! Tell me how you did it." She walked behind you and placed her hands on the blades of your shoulders, caressing it with such gentleness. "Todoroki is gone. But you wanted him back."

"I wanted him back..." You whispered as you were brought to another memory.

It was you striding inside the hospital using your quirk to force the doors open. You were bleeding yourself to death as you just came from the battleground, you had a busted lip, a cut on your cheek, a broken arm and probably a broken nose but you didn't care because all of it wouldn't matter if Todoroki is dead. You went directly to the morgue and your heart dropped at the sight of your lifeless lover. He was the only one you had left. You wanted him back. You needed him back.

You hugged his cadaver close to your chest as Endeavor stood outside looking at you with such concern. He walked inside and tried to pull you away from his deceased son but you tried everything in your power as you wiggle out of his grasp crying for Todoroki.

'At the end of every episode, it was all just a bad dream. None of it is real...' You fooled yourself

"Y/n! Stop this! You're being hysterical. Stop causing a scene."

Registering his words, the sadness in your eyes morphed into rage as you lunged towards him.

"Is that all you care about?! Your son is dead! He's lying there lifeless and all you care about is me causing a scene?!"

"Will you stop this nonsense?"

"No!"

"Then I'm gonna have to ask you to get out."

An offended expression took over your features, "Are you serious? I'm his wife!"

"And I'm his father."

"Since when? Since when were you a father to him?"

"Y/n. Please leave." he said sternly.

"Fine." You walked out of the hospital furious leaving a dumbfounded Endeavor behind.

You got inside your car and drove away as fast as you can.

After hours of driving, you arrived at the Hyogo prefecture. It was a peaceful place, no more villains, just happy people and quiet lives. It was perfect. Perfect for you, and perfect for Shoto.

You stopped at a vacant lot that has an unfinished house with hallow blocks scattered and poles standing. You got out of the car with a paper on your hand. Walking around the place with a dingy aura surrounding you, it contrasted the genuine smile on your face. The skies were somber and gloomy but you smiled to yourself as you look at the said paper. Though it was a plain looking real estate brochure, there was a heart drawn in it with words written inside.

'To grow old together. -S.'

You hugged the brochure as close as possible as you fell on your knees. You gripped harshly on the grass as your eyes began to well up for the thousandth time that day. You sobbed loudly and people walking by started to give you distasteful looks but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Your sadness from his death and your anger towards the world collide. Scarlet hues of powerful energy began divulging out of your body as you stand up to release more. All the locked up emotions broke free as you scream your lungs out and the mixture of red and scarlet hues got released from you like a wild caged animal. You were blinded by your rage and sorrow, the crimson energy began taking over the whole town-- no, it was too powerful that it took over the whole prefecture.

Everything that was once somber, was warped into something so joyous and bright. Just like how you wanted it to be. The unfinished house you once stood turned into a fully furnished suburban home and you tried everything in your power to bring the love of your life back. Your back was arched as you scream painfully and more energy was released from your body. A few more seconds after, you successfully got Shoto back. You smiled to yourself as your wobbly legs fell on the floor. You stood up exhausted as he smiled softly at the sight of you.

"Y/n, welcome home."

A tear of joy strolled down your cheek as you walk towards him and cupped his face on your hand before leaning in for a sweet passionate kiss.

You watched the scene in front of you with a melancholy heart until slow clapping sounds brought you back to the actual reality.

Momo was looking at you a bit amused, "Bravo, my dear." And with that, she disappeared.

You tried looking for any signs of her but there are none. That was until you heard painful cries that sounded like your children.

"Mom! Mom! Help us!" "Mom! Help!"

#📌ann.writes #mha angst #bnha x reader #angst #bnha #mha todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki angst #wandavision

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anenbylittlepotato · 4 years ago

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What are the reactions of the demon brothers to MC's pet bunny who gives bunny kisses to the brothers?

Aww, this is so cute! 🥺

The Demon Bros with MC's Pet Bunny

Lucifer

When he first sees MC's bunny he just groans. He has to take care of a human and a bunny now?! Why doesn't Diavolo tell him these things?!

He just sighs and takes a moment to make peace with the fact that he'll just have to buy bunny food for the next year... Right...?

NOPE. Turns out taking care of a bunny is much more work than it seems, as MC explains to him. Great...

So uh... Yeah, safe to say that he has nothing but burning hatred for this bunny at first. Stop causing him so much more work dammit.

But honestly, who could conceivably stay mad at a bunny for long? They're so round and soft and fluffy and adorable. Even Lucifer, the almighty himself, isn't immune to a bunny's charms.

Eventually, the tiny little thing grows on him. He never lets any of his brothers see, but he'll occasionally slip the bunny a little treat or two, and sometimes he'll set the bunny on his desk while he works so he can reach over and pet her occasionally. And one time when he was sitting on the couch while his brothers were away and he was so stressed out to the point that he was almost tempted to bash his head against a wall, the little thing came up to him and just??? Puts her tiny little paws on his foot??? And looked up at him with those big round eyes, nose twitching and ears perked??? Almost like she was concerned for him??? Oh, he's in love. Now every time he's stressed out like that, he seeks out your bunny for comfort.

But then??? One day??? The bunny??? Gives him little bunny kisses??? Oh, he melts. This man is fucking putty. He's weak.

Please, this man loves your bunny. But of course, he never shows it around his brothers. And he rarely shows it around you. It's just a him and the bunny thing. No one else needs to know.

Mammon

The moment this man sees your bunny for the first time he's in love. Love at first sight is real, my dudes.

But she's just so??? Small??? And round??? And fluffy??? And cute??? How could you NOT love such a thing, honestly?

He still complains when he has to take care of you, but he's still really excited about your bunny.

This man,,, spoils the hell out of your bunny. He's constantly smothering her with love, and he constantly gives her little treats and gives her carrots and lettuce and any little snacks that she likes. And he lets her up on the couch and he holds her in his lap. He's adopted your bunny. That's his bunny now.

And when the bunny gives him little bunny kisses? He's dead. His heart spontaneously combusts right then and there. He didn't think he could love this bunny any more than he did, but then it happened. Please, bunny, you're going to be the death of him.

He definitely doesn't let his brothers see how much he loves this bunny though. He knows they would endlessly hound on him for it.

Leviathan

Honestly? He's definitely not very fond of your bunny when he first sees her. Sorry, but he's much more privy to reptilian and aquatic animals. Land mammals aren't really his thing.

They're just so... Weird to him, honestly. Those big weird eyes, the fact that they're completely covered in fuzz as if they're a moldy piece of food, their weird nails and their weird little noses. They freak him out.

So yeah, definitely not a fan of the bunny. He avoids her at all costs. Every time the bunny comes near him or touches him in any way, he's immediately in his demon form and leaps to the other side of the room, moving faster than anyone's ever seen him move in his life. Get that thing away from him-

His brothers find this so damn amusing. Especially Mammon. Mammon constantly pulls pranks on Levi that involve the bunny (though, of course, bunny-safe pranks, he doesn't want it getting hurt-) and teases him relentlessly about it.

One day you go over to Levi and gently try to convince Levi to at least try to bond with your bunny. It takes a lot of convincing and bribing, but he finally agrees. So you take him over to the bunny and sit down in front of her with him. Levi is shaking like a fucking leaf as you grab his arm and hold it out to the bunny. He jumps and lets out a small yelp as the bunny steps forward to sniff his hand. And he's whimpering and shaking when the bunny moves even closer to him and???? Climbs into his lap??? He's he is frozen with fear at this point. He doesn't know what to do, MC, help him. When you tell him the bunny likes him, he just really shook. It likes him??? A yucky, gross otaku like him???

And then, when it gives him bunny kisses???? MC has to explain what it's doing but when he understands he's just??? In shock.

There's no way he could hate the bunny after that. He finds solidarity with the bunny after that.

Satan

Satan is a cat person, through and through. However, this absolutely does not mean he'll stick up his nose to other furry, four-legged friends. Quite the contrary, he likes them too. Make no mistake, cats are and always will be his go-to, but that he still likes other animals too. He's flexible with his love.

So, safe to say, when he sees your bunny, he gets quite excited. Are you gonna help him annoy Lucifer, little girl? Are you?

He's also really excited to use all of his reading knowledge to help take care of the bunny. He knows exactly what the bunny needs and helps you pick out the things that would be best for her.

Sometimes, when he's reading, your bunny will walk up to him and, without looking up from his book, he'll reach over and gently stroke her ears. Though he has to keep the bunny out of his room because she loves to nibble the books.

He doesn't really care about letting his brothers know he likes the bunny. He's not embarrassed by his love of animals.

Asmodeus

He adores your bunny. She's just so cute! Though don't put her on him, it'll get hair on his new outfit!

This man takes so many Devilgram pics of and with this bunny. His fans love her! And he even gets cute little outfits for her! And he grooms her soft fur and gives her cute little bows! One day he tried to give her a bath, not knowing the dangers. Luckily, MC and Satan managed to stop him before it was too late. Please don't bathe your bunnies in water unless your vet tells you to, it's very bad for them

Seriously tho, this man gives your bunny some little bunny spa days. He pampers your bunny. Asmo, please, she doesn't need her nails painted, she's a bunny. And did... Did you seriously put cucumbers on her eyes??? She's gonna eat them-

But when she gives him bunny kisses? Oh, she's so cute, oh my goodness! He absolutely has to get as many pictures of this moment as he can! It's just too precious not to post all over Devilgram! His fans are going to adore this!! And he was right, too, as it ends up being one of his most popular posts.

And he's never been shy about showing his affections toward you around others why would he be shy about showing affection to your bunny?

Beelzebub

When he first saw her, he may or may not have thought about eating her-

But don't worry, he managed to resist.

Honestly, he doesn't really mind the bunny too much aside from the occasional thought about eating her. He never really pays much attention to her at first except when he's really hungry.

But as he gets closer to you and starts spending more time with her in turn, and he comes to like her. She's really cute. Just like you!

Sometimes she'll come up to him while he's eating and he'll drop her the occasional leaf or carrot piece. And she really likes to crawl into his lap and just peek out at everyone. And he really likes to touch her soft fur. Sometimes the bunny follows him around. I think she feels safest with him out of all of the brothers. Which... Fair enough, honestly.

And when she gave him bunny kisses? Oh, the little large pure boi was so happy and excited. MC, look, she likes him!! Are you looking, MC?

He's never been the most secretive when it comes to his feelings, so he doesn't really mind showing affection to the bunny around his brothers.

Belphegor

Haha, he's in the attic what are you talking about-

Nah, nah, jk, he still sees your bunny after he's out of the attic.

And honestly, he's chill with her. He literally doesn't care that much.

Though he does like how soft her fur is... Do you wanna be one of his nap buddies, little bunny?

Apparently, the answer is yes because whenever Belphie is taking a nap, she hops over and makes herself comfortable beside him. Hey, he's not complaining one bit. She's soft and that's all that matters. Actually, whenever the bunny wants to sleep, she wanders over to Belphie and settles down beside him. She seems to see him as just as much of a good nap buddy as he does to her.

And when she gives him little bunny kisses? Honestly, he's more surprised than anything. He does think it's cute, sure, but he kinda just blinks at her a few times in surprise. Then he chuckles a little and pets her head.

And this man couldn't possibly care less about showing affection towards the bunny around his brothers. He gives zero fucks.

That took way longer to write than it should have. It probably would have been done faster if I had the ability to not procrastinate 😔

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me writing #obey me headcanons

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Office Yandere HCs

Pairings: Assistant!Izuku Midoriya, Investor!Shoto Todoroki, Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso x Boss!Fem!reader

Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to be the boss of some office yanderes and basically have a harem? Well, look no further, cause here it is!

Warnings: smut !!18+ ONLY!! (spunking in food + masturbation + dirty thoughts + oral), yandere themes (noncon)

A/N: Bc my brain kept me up at night with this concept and has made it’s final decision on turning a one shot I was in the middle of writing into a series, I decided to write some messy hcs to take a lil breather from long works (evn tho this is kinda long already). Also, if you think this is the last you’ll hear about office yanderes, no no no, I have some other thoughts for other characters

Assistant!Midoriya Izuku

He is over the moon to hold a position that’s the closest to you

Out of your entire yandere office harem, he gets to spend the most time with you

He also definitely has an advantage since he practically schedules your entire day

For example, Shoto constantly tries to schedule one-on-one meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business, but Izuku cock blocks him by filling your day with a bunch of other events in order to make the meetings as short as possible, and sometimes, even cuts them out completely

He doesn’t like doing it often tho since he knows you can get too stressed with too much going on so he reluctantly has to give away some time for you to meet with the other yanderes (he’s still kind of a sweet and considerate bby as a yandere)

Will not give you personal space

Stands close to you during meetings, constantly visits your office to work (even tho his personal office is right next to yours), etc etc

Even if you don’t ask him to, he will fetch your meals and give you snacks throughout the day because he wants to take care of you and show how sweet he is (also because he wants you to imagine how good of a boyfriend he’d be if you just gave him a chance)

Now let’s get to the part that just popped up into my mind and inspired this entire post: if he can hide his cum somewhere in your food, he will do it

That coffee he gave you that tasted a little salty? Izuku spunked inside it.

The sandwich he bought that seemed to have more mayo than usual? He spunked in that, too

Whatever you think doesn’t taste right, it’s definitely because of Izuku

// // // // //

Izuku is thankful for his job because of two specific things: he gets to interact with you for most of the day and his office has a built in personal bathroom.

If he were to be forced to use the regular employee restroom, his lewd acts would have been exposed immediately by anyone who happened to walk in; he was never the best at holding his moans and grunts while jacking himself off after all.

In the privacy of his own bathroom, he could be as loud as he wants with both his breathy, pleasure-ridden voice and the slick sounds of him stroking his lube-covered cock. In fact, he’s even trying to be as loud as possible.

Since your office is right next to his, there’s a small chance that you may be able to hear him through the walls. He can visualize you entering his office, concern decorating your features, wondering what he could possibly be doing to make such noises. If you were to open his bathroom door, you’d be met by the sight of Izuku sitting on the lid of the toilet, his hand vigorously pumping up and down his shaft.

And he wouldn’t stop.

He’d just keep going, all the while staring at you right in the eye. He wonders what you’d do then. Would you just stay frozen at your spot, being unable to take your eyes off of him? Or maybe you’d get on your knees, completely turned on and ready to have a taste of his cum? What if you were actually more dominant than he thought and you’d just dig your heels into his dick, punishing him for slacking off his job by not letting him find release?

Fuck, any of those scenarios would be fine by him.

Unfortunately, as he gets close to reaching his peak, you don’t come into his office at all. That’s alright, though.

He’ll just settle with spunking into your coffee, for now.

Investor!Shoto Todoroki

Needs your attention

Like I said earlier, Shoto will keep trying to schedule meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business

really, he just wants to spend time with you

During the meetings, he will also try to convince you to fire Izuku so that he can get rid of who he deems as someone deliberately keeping the two of you apart (which, for once, is a pretty spot on theory from Shoto)

Will try to spoil you with gifts and make excuses or pass it off as a casual thing so you don’t reject it or deem it as inappropriate for a workplace relationship

The beautiful bouquet of flowers? He was buying flowers for his mother on the way over and the flower shop had a 2 for 1 deal so why not?

These gourmet chocolates? A fellow business partner of his gave him a box as thanks for his investment. Unfortunately, he’s allergic to one of the ingredients, but it would just be a waste to throw them out, no?

This exquisite diamond necklace? weLL-

You get the point (also, these gifts are definitely inspired by romance movies he saw his sister watching while growing up cuz oof he did not know any means of romance until he met you)

He aims to schedule his meetings with you around lunch time so that he has an excuse to treat you for lunch

He loves providing for you AKA he loves providing for you and showing off how he has the means to take care of you (much like Izuku)

If you were to become his wife, you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life

You can just stay at home and relax

Maybe you can even cook him breakfast and pack lunch for him before he works

That’s basically his dream

He wants you to stay home, waiting for your sweet husband to come back from work

Basically, he’ll take care of your every need, and he means EVERY need

// // // // //

It’s one of those nights again.

Shoto can’t sleep because he’s plagued by thoughts of you. Today, you weren’t able to meet him for lunch because you already had a flood of other appointments to attend (he was willing to bet his entire fortune that it’s because of your stupid assistant’s scheduling that you weren’t able to make it).

So, needless to say, he was pent up. He can only hop that you fall in love with him sooner. Did his charms just not work on you? Do you not like the cool stoic type? Maybe he just wasn’t giving you the right gifts. Were they not expensive enough to impress you? Not expensive enough to show he could provide for you?

He knows he can take care of you so well. You would never have to work another day in your life. You can just stay home, surrounded by luxurious gifts and servants who’ll be at your beck and call while you wait for his return.

And once he actually did come home after a long day of work? You’d be bathed in affection. Kisses, hugs, cuddles... and more.

You’d want him just as much as he wants you, right?

His poor wife, lonely and deprived of the one person she loves for such long hours. He’s got to show that he’s sorry for neglecting you.

Pushing you down onto the bed, he’d run his hands all over your body, massaging your shoulders, pinching your hardening nipples, brushing over your sensitive thighs... And since he’s also quite needy, he’d be grinding down his still-clothed cock on your pussy, showing off that he’s missed you, too.

Shoto doesn’t even think he’d have the patience to take off your clothes. He’d just keep dry humping you, desperate for his own release. The thin cloth preventing the both of you from making actual skin-on-skin contact would make such great friction. He can practically feel it now.

... And yup, the feeling was definitely not just from his imagination. Without even needing to glance down, Shoto already knows that his thoughts of you has caused him to pop a boner.

Hopefully, a quick jerk off session can tire him out enough to fall asleep, but with how much his hard cock throbbed, he doubted it.

Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso

2nd most envied out of your office harem for his job (he’s right next to Izuku)

Why? Well 1 - he gets one on one time with you daily and 2 - that one on one time is him and you in an enclosed space

Sure, he may not get as much time with you as the others, but he sure makes the best use of it

He’ll be chatting you up, getting to know you personally in order to make the atmosphere less awkward between the two of you (tbh, because he gives off standoffish and cold vibes, y’all are gonna be kinda tense when he’s just gotten his job as a chauffeur)

and he does it so discreetly

He’ll start the conversation of lightly, talking about the weather, how busy you’re going to be that day...

and then somehow it just transitions onto friendlier and more personal topics such as your favorite places to eat, what hobbies you’ve been trying out lately, etc

And he uses that info to his advantage

If he senses that you’re feeling stressed or down, he will drive you over to your favorite places and remind you that you should relax

But not only does he get brownie points for that, but would you really be so mean as to make him wait for you while you eat a meal or walk around the mall when he’s the one who’s trying so hard to cheer you up?

Of course not, you’re going to invite him and thank him for considering how you’re feeling

And if not, well, that’s okay, too, he understands (so long as he gets his brownie points)

As the boss of your own company, you’d often be asked out to meetings or social gatherings that involve drinking

Shinso’s always there whenever you get shit faced, and happily so

You’re drunk and you’re not gonna remember it the next morning, anyway... so why would he waste such a golden opportunity?

// // // // //

Shit, you feel great on his body.

Currently, Shinso is living out one of the best moments of his life. He’d come to pick you up from a drinking session with some investors and was ecstatic to find you drunk out of your mind. Hell, you could barely even slur out your orders for him to drive you home. Now, you’re pressed up against him as he holds you up and guides you to the car.

Testing out the waters, he cheekily squeezes the flesh of your ass. If you were conscious enough to reprimand him for it, then he could easily just apologize and pass it off as an accident since you were stumbling around so much.

And if you didn’t mention anything... well then, that was the single indicator he needed to know that you wouldn’t remember anything once you woke up in the morning.

To his delight, you barely reacted to his touch and even let out a high-pitched giggle at his actions. As quickly as he possibly could, he opens up the back of the limousine and pushes you inside. You plop down onto the seat with a huff, completely inebriated.

You don’t even register when Shinso crawls in and nudges himself in between your legs.

When the door slams shut, you flinch a little, prompting Shinso to massage your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. He gazes at you lovingly as you look down at him with your dilated pupils. Fuck, you look way too innocent and adorable for what he’s about to do.

Quick with his hands, he pulls down your waistband and completely exposes your sex. Before diving into his meal, he places light kisses that trail from your calf all the way up to your thighs. He wishes he could leave marks on your skin, but he wouldn’t want you to panic the next morning when you see clusters of purple and blue spread out all over your legs.

He eats you out like a man starved, slobbering all over your pussy. All the while, you’re making such cute noises for him. When you gush all over his face, he’s happily lapping it all up, trying not to waste a single drop.

Once you’ve come down, he dresses you back up as if nothing happened, which, in your mind tomorrow, nothing did.

Shinso hesitates when he’s about to slide the panties back onto you. Maybe he could get away with just a little souvenir?

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha imagines #headcanons #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #i swear if tags don't work again #tw noncon

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