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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 1 year ago

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Desert Oasis...

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Wasted Oxygen

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Suguru and Gojo would often lounge around this particular area in the forests near the school. Most times, they didn't really do much. They simply basked silently under the shades of the trees, the wind blowing through their hair as they relaxed like cats sunbathing belly-up.

Sometimes, very rarely, they dared to dream about their futures. The life of a Jujutsu Sorcerer was hard, and they all knew that. It was just that sometimes the thought would pop up, and it was hard as hell to stop once it was on its roll.

Gojo was convinced that he would continue to be you and Suguru's sugar daddy in the future, while Suguru mostly remained silent, silently wondering if they would even survive that long.

A thought that was quickly dismissed as Gojo threw himself into his lap, arms folded under his head while he mischievously poked at Suguru's ankle from underneath. A smirk played on his pale face when he saw his pondering friend lightly glare at him, but Suguru acquiesced nonetheless.

And so, Gojo began his rant on the endless ways you, specifically, would squeeze him dry until he had no more money left. He cited your boundless hunger for sweets and spicy foods, and what-not.

It was halfway through that interaction when you finally appeared, a sleepy look on your face as you stumbled over to the pair. A bag of mochis hung from your forearm as you settled yourself next to Gojo, laying out the contents of the bag neatly on the grass before resting your head on the silver demon's abdomen.

Your arrival prompted different reactions from each of them.

Gojo mocked, "Ah! How'd you know we were talking about your stupid ass? Hm? Eavesdropper much." Meanwhile, Suguru playfully smirked up at you, his voice suave as he greeted, "Brought me something? Always so sweet to us."

And you hated how true that was — whenever you went out, you always bought them stuff. Why did you do that? Did you think if you could just prove your worth and usefulness, they'd stick around a little lon-- "Ohhh, they got us sakura mochi, 'Toru. From that one shop you really like too!" "See, they all fall in love with me eventually," the other playfully remarked.

Too exhausted, you did the next big thing — you stole his sunglasses and put them on. (No one ever spoke about it, but whenever Gojo found you asleep, he'd put his sunglasses on you so that the lights couldn't bother you as much. A fact he found out from Ieiri after he compared your room to the bat cave.)

Lately, the higher-ups had been sending you on more missions, so much so that you barely had any time to sleep.

At first, both of them would argue for you to go to your room rather than hang around them (Gojo would be more insulting about it — "Go to bed, shit for brains."), but you refused. You were adamant about spending time with them, even if you were unconscious.

Suguru, knowing that you missed them, had a thoughtful idea to give you something of his to ease that feeling of longing (impossible tbh, we got them abandonment issues). He generously offered you one of his earrings (has spares), and you proudly wore that shit with great pride.

In truth, they both hated how the higher-ups were running you ragged; your eye bags were far more pronounced than usual. They had no idea how you kept up with them whenever they decided to visit the plaza when you seemed to always be running on fumes.

Eventually, though, you caught a break. And when that happened, everyone knew to be careful when walking near your room. You had always had a sensitive ear, so even a single loud sound would have you up and about, unable to go back to sleep.

There was a legit a warning sign, constructed by Ieiri and Haibara, stating "Beware. Sleeping dumb bitch ahead." A mini-Gojo was crudely drawn on it, flipping the reader off, and it was taped onto an orange cone. You have no idea of its existence nor will you ever. (That is until a certain pink-haired boy stumbles upon it decades later)

That's a lie; you did come across the orange cone one time. I mean, you were the one who drew the mini-Gojo in light blue crayon.

Kento was the only person who could wake you up without you getting majorly grumpy (no, seriously, a grumpy you was like seeing an actual demon claw its way out of hell ---, terrifying).

Mainly because you found his face pretty, and you would feel bad for bothering him so much, although you could never tell if he was displeased, considering he was always so freaking stoic. It scared you to no end. I mean, how the hell were you supposed to adjust your personality accordingly? Shittt.

Either way, the moment you woke up, Ieiri was already by your door with a fresh cup of coffee and books in hand -- oh god, you had forgotten you were still a student. Surprisingly, you had remarkable grades, mainly because the subject of curses and the history of Jujutsu was far more interesting than regular non-sorcerer topics.

However, there was only so much reading you could do before it felt like your eyeballs would fall out of their sockets. (In the end, you always crammed the information at the last minute before the exam, so it was what it was.)

Side fact: You once went with Utahime to one of those pottery-making cafes and made Ieiri an ashtray in the shape of a cat. (She kept it in her room, near the window sill. It was always full of ash.)

While you studied, Ieiri had a habit of ordering pizza from that one place nearby and would have one of the boys get it. Never Gojo, though, because one time, the pizza never arrived at your room. So when you both went to check, there he was, stuffing his face with your pizza. (Ugh I want to order pizza so bad)

I wouldn't say he almost died at your hands that day, but he did come rather close to it. Haibara and Suguru had to be the ones to pull you off the lanky bastard while you growled like some wild animal.

Gojo actually looked terrified for the first time in his life. (Maybe a bit disgusted tho)

Yaga had made it a rule that no one was allowed to touch your food, whatsoever, unless you offered it. (Which was ironic, considering Gojo would steal from you whenever you were out snacking in the middle of the night. Talk about mood swings!)

Additionally, when you weren't busy catching up with schoolwork or being sent out on missions, the three of you liked to visit the local waterparks

I thought about figuring out who the person was that planned the whole event with an itinerary and all, while also trying to figure out who were the ones that just sent the money (TikTok trend). But then, I remembered that Gojo would be the one to plan the entire trip AND pay for it all. Oh, how he loved to spoil you two. (Fucking show off of a bastard)

It was known that even though Gojo was willing to buy you and Suguru food for the day, you still brought a cooler filled with snacks you had spent the night before making, along with their favorite drinks.

For some reason, Gojo was OBSESSED with this one company of sparkling water. It had barely a hint of flavor, and you hated it beyond belief, always complaining about it when you saw it in his hands. But still, you got it for him because you were such a good friend meh

As for Suguru, he never admitted it, but he liked his sandwiches without the crust. It made him feel like a child again, as though there was still a sliver of innocence left in him.

(When you weren't looking, he used to pry the crust off the bread. But you noticed either way, that's why whenever you made him a snack --- you'd cut it off for him.)

Suguru had taken on the responsibility of packing the extra clothes for when you were all ready to dry off and change into something far more comfortable. The night before, he had rummaged through all of your closets, making sure everything was prepared.

(There was one time when you all had planned to go out the next day, early in the morning, to the beach or waterparks. However, the very same night, you all ended up partying. The following morning, both you and Suguru were panicking all over the place, trying to get everything ready for a day at the park while Gojo laughed with a Pac-Man animation. The one where he 'steps' on the ants) (Add-on: Suguru rushed through your closets, tripping on things on the floor as he looked for outfits you could all wear, quietly cursing both you and Gojo under his breath for having such messy rooms)

You loved going on the group water rides, the ones where they gave you a giant floaty to hang onto, and all of you held on for dear life as you plunged down the steepest of tunnels. Your screams echoed throughout the thick plastic, adding to the thrill. Sometimes, during the wild ride, one of your friends would lose their grip on the float, leading them to cling onto a limb or grab onto someone's hair for dear life.

The number of times someone had to dive down to the floor of the pool to look for Gojo's glasses was fucking ridiculous. He seemed to do it on purpose for the extra thrill (also, that someone was Suguru, since he had sensitive eyes that reacted badly to the pool chemicals).

You, on the other hand, had the privilege of choosing the floaty. It was a flamingo, your favorite (😌).

But your favorite ride of all time was the lazy river. You could just laze away as you drifted through the stream, sipping on your coca-cola. Meanwhile, Gojo and Suguru soaked each other with water from their respective floaties.

Also, you and Gojo had a thing for those really big beach hats — the ones you'd see femme fatales wear in old-timey movies. He would use his to scoop up water before throwing it over Suguru's head, who would then playfully steal your hat (you'd screech in protest) and do the same, throwing the gathered water back onto Gojo.

Moreover, sunscreen is not allowed in this group. It was an all-or-nothing situation. They either endured the burning sun together or endure the bitching of all; there was no in-between. (And if you ever needed to get rid of a burn overnight, you had the answer after the countless times you had to do it for your stupid idiots.)

(The remedy was simple: refrigerate some aloe vera and lotion. Crank the air conditioner to the lowest temperature. Methodically apply the cold aloe vera and lotion all over the burns while gently massaging ice cubes into the affected areas. Every time the ice cube melts, repeat the entire process. Additionally, a cold shower for about an hour helps too Genuinely recommend)

Gojo had obviously been the one to burn the most, his face and back all red and sizzling as he squirmed under your cold hands. He screeched at you like a pterodactyl, cursing you to stay away. But as soon as he got used to the sensation, he was literally purring in your lap. His arms wrapped around your thighs as you leaned forward to soothe the angry red of his back with the balls of your palms. (There's a meme on the clock app, the "You let whitey burn!" That's how I imagine this)

Afterward, you focused on Suguru, who had just come out of a cold shower. He didn't really have a sunburn, much like you, because the two of you liked to stick to the shade while watching Gojo run around like a maniac under the scorching sun. But he still had some on the tops of his shoulders, so you applied the aloe vera there. He gave you an appreciative hum as you did so.

You had a light burn below your ankles because the umbrella you two were under only covered just above them. So Gojo grabbed you a bucket of cold water to engulf your feet in — he was laughing the whole time as he kept you in place, while Suguru had to drag your unwilling limbs into the icy hell.

Oh, none of you made it into your respective beds. The moment all of you managed to, in some capacity, soothe away your pains, you were all out like night-lights, snoring away in the recreational room where the others could see you.

So many pictures were taken that night, especially by a certain insomniac girl who liked to smoke a lot. Later on, she sent them to all three of you.

The photo showed the three of you all messily sleeping on each other, with Gojo's long legs draped over your own while he uncomfortably curled into you, and you laid your head right on Suguru's chest, his arm wrapped around your collarbone like a very loose necklace. (Gojo was shaped like a C, you were laying vertically, and Suguru was laying horizontally by the top of your head)

Gojo saved this photo as his lockscreen

You had Gojo's sunglasses strewn over your face, Suguru's earring on the left right ear.

Gojo had your long lost bracelet on his wrist and one of Suguru's hair tie

Suguru has one of your obnoxious hair bands (you like those fabric ones that have a shit ton of decorations) and a bag of Gojo's favorite treats (on the way back, all of you stopped by for some sweets) laid by his waist

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(A/N): 9 a.m.: I see a lot of you are liking this little series. I'm so happy you guys enjoy these little snippets of life --- I just hope you bulletproof for this about to hurt.

8: 48 p.m.: Hi hello ignore my previous comment. :) Also, I may or may have not given myself a concussion so if I die tonight...it is what it is 🤷

The Higher-Up's really seem to be running you ragged? Why is that?

How is it that you have this uncanny ability to always say the right things? Could it be related to your cursed technique?

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abbatoirablaze · 3 months ago

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Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 15

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: severe childhood trauma TW, angst, instances of a child releasing their anger/trauma, manipulation.

“No fucking way…” Sebastian groaned, “you’ve got to be kidding me!”

“What is it, Seb-“

But you had stopped speaking as soon as you saw your ex, already with a small group of people crowding around him and asking for photos and autographs. You felt your jaw dropping ever so slightly as Chris played the gracious celebrity, posing with adoring fans.

“Ohhh, mommy…daddy said a bad word!” your four-year-old told you, eyes wide as he held onto his father’s hand.”

You took a deep breath as your two-year-old giggled on your hip.

“Holy shit.”

“Shayla’s going to be so pissed when she sees him in the crowd,” Sebastian frowned, giving you a sympathetic look, “Honey-“

“But Johnny’s going to be ecstatic…”

“Do you think he showed up to prove a point?”

“And what point would that be, Seb?” you asked, sparing your husband a glance, “that he can be a father once every six years?”

“He has been doing better lately,” he shrugged, “I mean…from what you’ve been telling me about how Scott got him to go to that outpatient retreat…”

“He had to do that to keep his movie deals,” you groaned, “that wasn’t for the twins…no, putting real effort in is you showing up all the time…”

“Maybe we should give him a chance.”

“Yeah…right…”

You watched as Chris finished up with his autographs, before making his way over to you and Sebastian. Pulling off his shades, he gave you a happy smile and pulled you into a hug.

“Come on, honey…let the world think we make this function!” he muttered into your ear.

You gave him a fake smile as he pulled away, “oh, Chris…how nice of you to show up when your children graduate kindergarten? Should I expect you again when they graduate from high school and college?”

“She’s so funny!” he said dryly as he pulled Sebastian into a hug, “I can see why you put a ring on her finger, Stan…”

“Yeah,” Sebastian frowned, “the situation is hilarious…glad you could make it, Chris. Johnny’s been looking forward to this all month.”

“And what about my girl?” he asked as he took off his shades, “Where’s my little Shayla Christiana Evans?”

“The kids are back stage, Chris,” you reminded him, “remember, I told you to meet up at the house earlier if you wanted to see them beforehand?”

“Flight was late,” he shrugged, “but hey. I’m here. Flew all the way in from Prague…in the middle of filming for something called Snowpiercer…but I told the director that I had to take some time to fly back because my kids were graduating kindergarten.”

“Really?” you asked in an amused tone, “because I just spoke to Scar the other day and she told me that you guys had to get back together for some reshoots for The Avengers film…”

He waved you off casually, “that’s not til next week.�� No, I flew in early for the twins. So…where we sitting for this thing? I’m thinking front and center. Let my little Johnny boy know that daddy’s here for him and his sister.”

“Chris-“

“Come on, (Y/N), our kids are graduating kindergarten,” he teased, “enjoy the moment.”

“He’s right baby,” Sebastian said, trying to encourage you to live in the moment, “the twins will only graduate kindergarten once…this is a good day. Let’s embody that.”

“You’re right,” you sighed, softening as you let him talk some sense into you. He picked up Jack and balanced him on his hip, before wrapping his free hand around your waist, “let’s get some seats before everyone takes the good ones.”

“Daddy I sleepy!”

“You should use proper English, Shayla,” Chris pointed out from his spot on the couch as Johnny proceeded to show Chris every single piece of art he made for him over the past year. Sebastian frowned as Shayla snuggled deeper into his own chest in an attempt to hide from her biological father. Chris’ eyes met his, “I-I could put you in bed if you-“

“Want daddy!” she whimpered softly, wrapping her little arms even more around him.

“Shayla…” you warned softly, “we’ve talked about this. Chris is your biological daddy, and-“

“Jack-Jack and Jeffy call daddy theirs….”

“Honey-“

“It’s fine,” Chris said dismissively, “I get it. Sebastian’s here more than I a-“

“Daddy you’re not looking!” Johnny said firmly, cutting his father off as he held another painting in his face, “I made this one of you and me and we’re flying.”

“It’s really good buddy!” Chris offered, giving him a smile and a pat on the shoulder, “I can’t believe mommy let you keep all these. I would have loved to get them in the mail.”

“He wanted to show you in person, Chris!”

“Speaking of in-person,” he smiled, turning his attention back to you, “I was thinking about how I wanted to take the twins for the summer.”

“Chris, we-“

“I’ve been doing a lot better,” he promised, “I did the rehab and I’ve even interviewed nannies for the kids for when I’m shooting. They have their passports right? I’m still in Prague for Snowpiercer!”

“Chris, we’ve talked about this…” you warned softly.

“Don’t wanna go!” Shayla whimpered from Sebastian’s chest.

“Momma I wanna go with daddy!” Johnny exclaimed excitedly.

“Maybe this is a conversation that we have when the kids aren’t around, Chris…” Sebastian warned.

“Or maybe this is a conversation that I have with the mother of my children, about my kids,” he argued, his own tone firm as he shot his friend a look, “how about you worry about your own kids. You have two of your own, don’t you?”

“Chris-“

“I think that me taking the twins for the summer could give you and your husband a little break…”

“Momma, I go!” Johnny grinned, running between you and Chris, “I go with daddy!”

“Aww, buddy,” you frowned, giving him a sad look before shaking your head, “me and your daddy should really talk about this before-“

Chris leaned back, a smile on his face as he crossed his arms, “I don’t know, Johnny. It sounds like mommy doesn’t want you to come with me.”

“Mommy?”

You gave Chris an angry look before smoothing down Johnny’s hair, “Baby it’s not that simple…daddy is-“

“Daddy, make momma say yes.”

“Sorry buddy…I can’t make mommy change her mind.”

You glared at your ex, knowing what game he was playing.

“I go with daddy!”

“Baby-“

“NO!” he yelled, running back to Chris and hopping into his arms, “I GO WITH DADDY!”

“Daddy can’t take you!”

You could see the tears in his eyes.

The warbling of his lip as he turned towards his father.

But Chris just had that sickening smirk on his face that made your stomach turn, “sorry buddy. Mommy said no. Guess you can’t come with me.”

Your heart broke as your son turned to you, “I HATE YOU MOMMY!”

It felt like you were punched in the stomach. The air in your lungs left, and you felt like you were gasping.

Johny, your baby boy had never said that to you.

You knew that he idolized Chris, but you never knew just how much he had truly preferred the man who was never there over you. Shayla, who was half-asleep in Sebastian’s arms woke up when she heard her twin brother scream and run off up the stairs towards his room.

She looked at you, and in an instant she was crawling out of Sebastian’s arms and towards yours.

“No cry momma!” she whimpered softly, reaching up to push the tears off your cheeks.

“What the hell was that, Chris?” Sebastian growled, standing up from his spot on the couch.

“I’m trying to be a part of my son’s life. It’s obvious that (Y/N) has poisoned Shayla against me, but-“

“(Y/N) does nothing but try to get you involved in Johnny and Shayla’s life, and she is the one that is stuck picking up the pieces when you let Johnny down!” he growled, “Every fucking time, Chris. Shayla knows you don’t give a damn about them and latched on to me because I’m here. I care, but you-“

“Don’t speak about my kids, Stan.” Chris warned, his tone dangerously low.

“Momma, no cry!” Shayla repeated.

“Someone has to,” Sebastian hissed, pushing Chris as he stood from his spot on the sectional, “Someone has to be there…to be a father for them. Because while you-“

“I DON’T GET TO KNOW MY KIDS, SEBASTIAN!”

“WHO’S FAULT IS THAT, CHRIS?”

But before Chris could argue any more, Shayla had run across the sectional, and her little hands started to punch and thrash against Chris’ side, “Go WAY. GO AWAY!”

“Shayla-“ Chris gasped, surprised at how his little girl was hitting him and trying to push him away from Sebastian, “baby girl I-“

“LEAVE US ALONE!” she screamed, tears falling down her cheeks as she continued to pound away at his side, all of the rage in her little body finally coming to the surface, “YOU NOT MY DADDY! YOU HURT MOMMY! YOU HURT SHAYLA AND JOHNNY! GO WAY!”

“Baby girl-“

“YOU HURT ME, DADDY!” she sobbed, finally stopping her assault as she fell back onto the couch and sobbed. Sebastian’s heart broke as he watched the little girl who he’d all but raised expressed all of her pain towards her biological daughter. He was quick to pick her up into his arms and she buried her head into his neck, sobbing as she clung to him, “why he hurt me, daddy? Why he no want Shayla and Johnny? Why he hurt mommy?”

“I think you should leave, Chris!” Sebastian sighed, tears welling up in his own eyes as he wondered how he would fix it.

Chapter 16

#behind closed doors #sebastian stan #chris evans

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rirismommyspace · 1 year ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BEDTIME CALLS

~ring ring~

Little One!! My sweetheart!! I miss you so much baby! Are you okay, sugar? Is there a specific reason that you're calling me?

Ohhh awwh~ you wanted to say goodnight? You're so cute, my love~

Well then, babydoll, are you all set for sleepy times?

Teeth brushed? Pajamas on? All your stuffies with you?

Mmmm~ seems like you're all set bub!! Good job Angel!!

Oh what's that sugarplum? You wanna talk for a little more before you go to bed? Mhm that's alright with me! I've been missing my baby lots and lots you know~ you're always on my mind, Honey.

Why don't you tell me about your day, yeah? We haven't been able to talk much today and I'd love to hear what you've been up to!

Mhm? Oooh~ Sounds pretty eventful to me! I'm glad you were able to get some rest in as well, Angel~ did you get to watch that new thing you were excited about?

Oh? Waiting for me? You're just too cute sometimes, you know that lovely? Of course we can watch it together!

You're starting to sound sleepy too baby, why don't you get all snuggled up, yeah? Good little angel~

What's that bubba? You wanna know about my day too? Hmm- today was a bit stressful since I got a new assignment, but it's nothing that I can't handle, I've already sorted most of it out. Also I've still not managed to finish that novel I was telling you about, it's so boring~ nowhere near as interesting as your favourite bedtime stories~~ ahaha! speaking of which....

Oh? Seems like my baby fell asleep before I got to read the story~ you're so cute when you're sleeping, my heart~

Sweet dreams and sleep well my little royal~ I love you so much ❤️

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cinemautistic · 1 year ago

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epic headcannons time (IGNORE THE DEPARTMENT INSTEAD OF APARTMENT MY ENGLISH IS SHITTY) (PLS IF YOU DRAW THIS, REBLOG OR @ ME, NOT FOR CREDITS I JUST WANT TO SEE THIS):

- An and Mizuki were the only ones for some months until Ena and Akito were ALL the day complaining about their father and An was like "i'm soooo tired of this" and mizuki was like "me too but I want to help them" "yeah same ): ....... OMG I HAVE THE BEST IDEA EVER". Now they're four university students with a focus on arts and. yeah, how you guessed, they eat microwave food every day. And sometimes ice cream, especially when they're watching bad romcoms (Akito acts like he hates them. He doesn't)

- Saki wanted to live in her own apartment because she wanted to finally be more independent, and Shiho wanted the same but for different reasons. Now they live together and Saki always buys the most silly pink cute stuff and Shiho acts like she hates it (she doesn't).

- MMJ live together because their company believed it would be better for the group, but when they are not releasing new songs or having tours, they live with their family. Also, Shiho sleeps in her family house when Shizuku sleeps there.

-Rui and Nene always wanted to live together one day, since they were children. When they started looking for an apartment for the two of them, they discovered that Tsukasa had been sleeping in friend's apartments all this time bc he was kicked out. And Nene is like "... should we live with him?" "I don't see the problem, and it would be quite fun- but, are you okay with that?" "sighs... yeah". And Tsukasa reaction to this was being like "OHHH WE'RE GOING TO BE THE BEST ROOMATES" and Nene is like "......ok." and Rui just laughing. Also, Tsukasa would be up at 5 a.m doing breakfast and singing and Rui is a sleepy guy so he would be kinda annoyed and Nene just fell asleep an hour ago. But when they're about to talk with him, Tsukasa is waiting them with the best breakfast ever and screaming "GOOD MORNING, MY AMAZING ROOMATES!!" and RuiNene want to cry.

- KanaMafu already lives together. I feel like Mafuyu would go out to buy things for school assignments, and force Kanade to accompany her. At first, Kanade dislikes it, but she starts liking going out to do basic stuff and ends up doing it even for herself.

- Honami and Toya live in their own apartments. Honami lives alone because It's easier to keep everything organized, and she likes doing basic Home stuff. However, she has a lot of sleepovers with ShihoSaki (and Ichika!). Toya lives in a studio room, even if he remains in contact with his parents. Even so, she usually sleeps on the couch of AkiAn's apartment.

- Ichika lives with her parents because yeah, she feels more comfortable like this. Sometimes she goes to sleepovers in the ShihoSaki apartment, but she loves sleeping in her own bed. Kohane lives with her two dads (stolen headcannon) because I feel her family saves more money than the others? I feel like they try to don't waste too much. And Emu... idk, rich family stuff, but I feel some mornings Tsukasa is like "Such a pretty morning! Let's do the breakfast!!" "Good morning Tsukasa!!" "Good morning E-! EMU???!!!!!! WHAT- HOW-"

yeah that's it

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miowritings · 8 months ago

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Oblivious f reader x Rinku

꧁“𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞!”꧂

Rinku aimoto x Female! Reader

A/N: hihi!! My first ever d4dj request🫶🏻🫶🏻 I apologize if it looks rushed or isnt to your liking, it was a bit rushed since i now finished exams😅, i actually like how this turned out and if its popular enough, i'll make a part 2!

Synopsis: you and Rinku got paired up to do a project and have a lil sleepover!

Contains: Rinku is awkward and blushy here, reader here is written as female but pronouns arent mentioned, they didnt get together but theres still romance

Both of you and Rinku were assigned to make a project, luckily bith of you were very close friends. The project was scrapbook making about memories, schools were almost coming to an end and the teachers paired you and Rinku for the project, little did you know Rinku was gleaming with excitement.

You both decided that it was best for Rinku to come at your place since your parents were busy and you had a printer there, once Rinku arrives, she hugged you excitedly and cheered "heyhey!! (Y/N) I wasnt late was i?!" She asks, a hint of worry in her voice, you shook your head and pat her on the head "nono.. in fact, you came here earlier than i expected.. come, i bought some snacks to keep us motivated" you added, Rinku nodded and puts her bag of materials on a nearby table.

You both did the project at your room since it have a/c. You were designing while Rinku was cutting and gluing. "Ow..!" Rinku hissed, you looked over and saw that she had cut herself "oh my! Here let me see" you gently hd her hand, looking at the small cut, you git up and grabbed some bandaids and an ointment, you dabbed some cotton onto the ointment and ever so lightly, dabbed it onto her fingertips, then you went ahead and put bandages on her cut. "There.. how about, you design the paper while i cut.. your still injured.." you say with concern, Rinku nodded, feeling warm because of your gesture.

"Ohhh.. I understand why they gave us three weeks to finish.." Rinku says, playfully and concernly.. time was going by fast and both of you still havent finished the scrapbook, "hehe, we shouldnt really take advantage of our time.. but thats okay, I know we can do it.. if we do end up staying up late.. are you alright with sleeping in? I have some spare clothes.." you added, Rinku was suprised, a sleepover!! She wanted to yell 'Happy Around!' but she couldnt.. afterall she had to maintain this... Proper attitude towards you!

While doing the project, the time was currently, 10, almost 11.. Rinku noticed how your eyes kept on dropping.. you were sleepy, with no second thoughts, she got up and walked towards you, "y/n..? You fell asleep.! You can go ahead and rest y/n, the projects almost finished.." you yawned and without a word, laid down on your bed. The clock moves and its now 11! "Rinku.. its a bit late to finish that.. we can wake up early to finish yknow..? Just sleep.." you say, soundung quite sluggish. "E-eh?! I sometimes wake up very very late.. its okay i can-" you cut her off by putting a finger on her lipsn "shush. Your going to sleep.. you might get eyebags and, i already set an alarm clock" you added. Rinku got up and grabbed some pillows and placed them onto the floor. "What're you doing..?" You ask, Rinku looks at you "oh! Just getting ready!" "Sorry Rinku.. i dont have a spare mattress.." you say, slightly guilty, "Haha! Its okay! The floor is much colder afterall.!" She giggles, you shook your haid and grabbed her arm, not so tight that it hurts, but tight enough that she cant let go.

"..no, we spilled some juice on the floor remember? Theres probably ants roming somewhere.. just.. sleep with me, my bed is big enough for 2 people" you suggest, Rinku blushes at that suggestion, she was going to sleep beside you?!?! She was very red when thinking about this.. "E-eh?! B-but... I uh..!" Despite what she was saying, you still shaked your head, "really its okay, my blankets is also big enough.. im fine with this Rinku.. i rather have you on bed here with me, than let you sleep on the floor, Rinku couldnt say no.. afterall you were so kind and it'd be rude to turn down an offer.. so she accepts.

While you both laid down, you were sleeping peacefully, even having your mouth slightly open, Rinku on the other hand though.. her heart was beating rapidly, was freaking out and was looking everywhere except at you, you turn over and your arm, rests over at Rinku, she blushed more because of this, as she was about to move your hand, you instead, moved closer, and was basically clinging onto her.. she was still red and couldnt control herself.. "..y-y/n.." she muttered, she took some deep breathes and took lots of time to calm herself before hugging you back and falling asleep as well

Rinku woke up, the suns out and she looks over and saw that she was still hugging you, this time she hugged you by the waist and you were sitting up, using your phone, "oh? Youre up early" you teased, Rinku giggled awkwardly and immediately pulled away, "Im so sorry!! I swear i didnt do-" you cut her off by chuckling. "Its okay Rin.. really, plus i slept better thanks to you" you smiled, Rinku smiled as well, she got up and stretched "Okay! Lets continue with the project!" She says with determination, "haha..! Its way too early.. i'll cook us breakfast, then we'll continue hm?" You suggest, Rinku nodded and helped you out of bed "okie!"

#d4dj #d4dj groovy mix #d4dj x reader #happy around!#rinku aimoto #rinku x rearer #x reader

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axe-writes · 2 years ago

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The Trouble with Kids

@maximumscissorsgiantcop sorry it wasn’t longer! I’m trying to get back to writing more!

When you went to bed that night, you hadn’t expected your husband to pounce on you as soon as you entered the room. He had put the little one to bed while you enjoyed a long hot shower. You almost screamed out as long arms wrapped around you. Thankfully for the both of you, the sound got caught in your throat and the only thing that came out was a startled squeaking sound.

“Awwww sweetness, you wouldn’t want to wake our little gumdrop now would you?” He practically purrs out, breath grazing your ear. Before you can respond his hand finds its way between your thighs rubbing you just the right way.

“O-Ohhh god Jack,” You moan out leaning against his lean body. Your own hands reach up to cling to him as he works his fingers into you.

“My sweet little treat.” He pulls those fingers out, sucking on them as his other arm lifts you up laying you on the bed.

As you turn to look at him, you notice he’s completely naked. Not one stitch of his clown clothes adorn his body. You have to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of his long pretty cock. He opens your legs making you blush, something he was quite good at even after a few years of being intimate with each other.

Your eyes lock on him as he moves, getting on top of you. His hands move down your body and over to his, as he starts to line himself up. Suddenly you’re full of him, causing you to bite your lip so you didn’t yell out in pleasure.

He groans, his movements slow and loving. Jack had two modes when it came to sex, absolutely railing you or making love. You very very much enjoyed being completely destroyed by him, but you adored when he wanted to be soft and make love to you. Even though it was soft, it was full of passion.

His lips and tongue took turns claiming your skin, as this movements brought him deeper into you. Jack kissed you passionately, taking the breath from you. Your cheeks turned a soft pink as you slowly began to swirl your hips pressing them closer to his.

Just as you started to fully lose yourself in the moment there was a knock at the door. Before you could react, it opened up to reveal a small form. Yours and Jack’s little one was staring wide eyed at the scene in front of them. “Daddy, what are you doing to mommy?” They asked as they rubbed their sleepy eyes.

Jack quickly moved and covered you with the blanket, then jumped out of bed, and slipped on his pants before scooping the child up. “Well gumdrop, you see, your mother and I love each other very much and sometimes we like to show that love by umm being intimate together.” He looked at you for approval.

You were still a little shocked and now taken somewhat aback by his response. All you could do was nod your head in agreement.

“What does that mean?” They asked him, looking up at him with a sleepy curiosity.

“It means..” Jack trails off thinking of how to word it. “It means that we were doing something that we will talk about when you’re.. taller.”

“When I’m as tall as you daddy?” They asked smiling.

“Yes gumdrop, I will tell you about it when you’re my height.” He laughs making you grin. You loved hearing Jack laugh, it made your heart flutter. Watching him hold your child in his arms made you feel peaceful. Jack turned around and looked at you. “I’ll be back sweetness, keep going for me.” He winks at you causing a blush to quickly spread over your cheeks.

“J-Jack! Goodness!” You wrap the blanket around you and walk over kissing the little gumdrop on the head seeing them already starting to fall asleep on Jack.

He quickly reaches down pinching your butt before walking out of the room. A soft giggle escapes your lips before you walk back over to the bed and lay down. You couldn’t wait for him to come back and finish what he started. The ghost of his touch still lingered on your body as you slowly started to do what he said. He was going to come back and you were going to be ready for him.

#story time #creepypasta #laughing jack x reader #sorta lemony

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denjirv · 2 years ago

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დ .•*””*• Cold Early Morning •*””*•.დ

A rough night with Kishibe and you're banter seemed to be overheard from a third party

CW// Suggestive dialogue and moments, no smut!, AFAB!reader, reader is a fiend, Kishibe and reader's relationship is left ambiguous ofc

☆A/N: First fic of the year and credit to @tukangcilokberflower for the fiend reader AU stuff!!

Early in the morning one of Kishibe's students was sent to give him a report. The sky still bright as the cold winter wind blew against the young student's face. He heads to the captain's residence with file clutched in hand, he double check to see if this was the right address before stepping towards the door

You, though just barely getting up, slumped your arms around the older man's neck as you smiled. "Must you be so hard with me last night?" in your usual sleepy but gentle tone you looked up at him with that blissful look in your eyes. Kishibe couldn't help but rest his hands on your waist, the fabric of your satin nightgown folding against his big hands as he pulled you close.

"You did ask for me to go harder on you. You needed that much stress relief didn't you?" he raised a brow, causing you to giggle as you kissed him on the cheek. Soft lips pressed against his rough stuble, you find yourself leaning close to his lips. "After that day, I needed someone to help me to relax."

Huh....

The student stood there frozen as he listened to what obscene things were being said in the home. He knew about Kishibe's interest in women but did he came in the wrong time? Should he have left the file on the doorframe? No, he can't he needed to be professional about it. That's until he heard you squeal

Kishibe had started to tease you with his lips pressed against your neck as you squirm. "Kishi! I'm still sore from last night, you did leave me restless the whole night you know?" You tried pushing him off playfully as a hand goes further down your back. "I can still barely feel my legs, you were so rough with me" You pouted but all was left was a gruff chuckle

This was insane, the male student thought as his face turned beet red from these words. He had to get the awkward moment over with as with a deep breath he knocked three times on the door. Suddenly the voices stopped but not before footsteps heading close. They weren't heavy, but rather light.

"Oh hello?" you opened the door seeing the nervous student with the files clutched against his chest. Your bed head hair covering your face as the straps of your nightgown fell. Before eyed could wonder for too long Kishibe leaned against the doorframe by his forarm, forcing the attention now on the older man. "What did Makima sent me now?" he sounded not as playful before with his voice rough and deep.

The poor student froze up as he quickly gave him the files of the report. "Ms Makima wanted me to give you these!" he then suddenly bows, refusing to look at either one of you. "Apologizes for interupping your moment!"

You looked rather confused. "Moment? Ohhh wait! You thought we did it didnt you?" Your brutal honesty didn't help as the student straighted himself back up as he looked at you in surprise. "No! I mean yes- I meant no no I would never imagine such a lewd act!"

"Cut the crap kid, it ain't like that" Kishibe was blunt enough to keep the miscommunication long enough. "He gave me a massage! He went a bit too rough though" you smiled as you leaned against Kishibe. It seemed the clarification was enough for the student to calm down as a small "oh" left his lips.

"So this all or are you gon' stand there?" Kishibe was getting impatient, his morning with you wasted on one of his students coming at such a early morning the student apologizes. "Forgive me Master Kishibe! I will be going now see you at work!" before rushing away from the door you looked up at Kishibe rather confused

"What odd behavior... I suppose we do sound like that huh?" you giggle before Kishibe pulls you back inside. Closing the door behind him. "If you think then fine by me" Although a important figure of the division team he threw the file to the side before pulling you back on his lap

"Maybe today I should give you that proper massage you wanted, hmm?"

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #kishibe x reader #kishibe x you #kishibe x y/n #kishibe <3

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years ago

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Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Reader || Smexcerpt

Ohhh my goodness 😅😅 I always write this stuff and then choose the picture of this, for example, toon weasel and just think 'my goodness, what have I just written'. But will I stop??? Not likely, no. Not likely at all-

Plot: I swear I'm working on some smuttiness for other Disney Villains too 😅 Their were supposed to be four of them all up like the last Disney and Pixar Villains Smexcerpts post but Greasy's sorta evolved and has feelings too now so he's on his own XD

Basically, they're both exhausted after a long day of running around town doing errands for to boss and when they finally get home all they want to do is fuck and go to bed. Its sleepy, its smutty, and its feelsy because you're so in love.

Warnings: Porn with FEELINGS. Reader is as perpetually horny as Greasy is, they have dirty fantasies about eachother, they ride home and then ride eachother

It has been a long day... you're exhausted and your limbs are heavy and your brain is absolutely dead in your head as Greasy drives you both home, equally tired as he glares out over the steering wheel. All day the two of you have been running all over town, intimidating toons and even having to deal with a couple of them with the cannister in the back of the truck... and now its nearly 3 in the morning the next day.

Leaning your head on the window, you watch the street lights fly by and disappear into your imagination. God... all day, all you've wanted was to get alone with Greasy- suck him dry or have him fuck you through at least 3 orgasms. Of course now, you couldn't really manage that, but just the thought of kissing him slowly with tongue while you grind on his bulge for a while is enough to make you sticky in your underwear. Like for half an hour. 45 minutes. An hour... You don't even need to take off your pants! And you could be on top, if he wants to lay down. Or he could get comfy in a chair and you could straddle his lap...

"Mm... " Closing your eyes finally, you picture that for the rest of the peaceful, quiet car ride.

As Y/N gives a soft sigh and dozes off in the passenger seat I reinforce my attention to the road, by reaching my fingers up under my hat and giving my scalp a hard scratch- then tug at my hair, too. Because no, no. No falling asleep now. No crashes while Y/N is in the car.

Not too long to go...

I coast to a stop when the light turns red ahead of me, though the roads are so quiet that I could definitely fly by without getting a ticket for the boss to freak out over. No, I stop though, and wait... looking over at mi amor. They are so sexy, totally worn out and frustrated...

It has been a longggg day, an unforgivingly long day, and all I want to do is go to sleep. But... I would definitely~ stay up a couple more hours if they would give me the opportunity to taste them for a while. I don't think that I have the energy to properly wreck us both... we're already pretty wrecked anyway... but I would be happy to rest on my knees and dine on their sweet essence for an hour~ or two~ They could lay down, they could even sleep, but I have been aching for them all day long.

... I hope that they have not been experiencing this abject torture, but also I do hope that they would enjoy a, shall we say... nightcap?~

"Ah~ Greasyy... " The desperate, tired moan slips out of you as soon as you finally slide down his cock to the hilt, the delicious stretch just what you've been needing all day. There's no need for foreplay, he's already painfully hard and you've been squelching inside your pants since the car ride. You're both freshly showered, and changed, ready to go to sleep... after this. Just after this. You need this first.

He's siting back against the headboard of the bed and you're straddling his lap, arms around his shoulders and face rested against the inside of your forearm. Your chest-to-chest, tummy-tummy, groin-to-groin, seemingly just cuddling after a long hard day- but your own way.

Slowly you begin to roll your hips, taking him in softly deeper, moaning at the feeling of your favourite perverted gangster inside your weeping walls. Your eyes are half lidded, falling gently closed as Greasy guides your parted lips to his. He swallows your moans, petting your tongue slowly with his- just the ghost of that wolfish look usually on his face when he fucks you, because he's just so tired. As your hips begin to take more, grind harder against him and start to bounce on his cock, Greasy starts to mumble the softest Spanish to you between kissing you, between tasting and sucking your tongue. None of the usual greedy groping or lecherous dirty talk that you love.

Instead he's calling you his world, his love. Saying he's so lucky to have you in his life, how you're the most important person to him, how he would do anything for you... He tells you he loves you over and over, and its almost pathetic with how whipped and pussy-drunk he his right now.

You come quicker then you usually do, creaming around his utterly perfect cock and at his words- his all-too-perfect words- but continue to dutifully grind your hips on him until he moans into your open mouth and cums, too. You stay on top of him, with his softening dick buried ball-deep inside you for a few more minutes just whispering with him about your day, and whether you're both okay, and what you might want to do tomorrow; Your foreheads resting together the whole time.

Then you give a sigh, and slide off of him. Neither of you care to clean up yet, agreeing that knowing the other is a mess of your slick under the covers is fucking hot- and also because you're too damn tired to get up and do anything about it as you snuggle in together.

You fall into a well deserved sleep.

#Greasy Weasel x Reader Smexcerpt #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Greasy Weasel #Toon Patrol #Smexcerpt #Smut #Drabble #Toon Patrol x Reader #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader

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leffee · 6 months ago

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Day 10: Farmer's market

Pepper was running around her parents as fast as her little legs allowed her, every now and then running up the the more colourfully and brighter decorated booths or stands.

“Pepper, honey, please be careful, you wouldn’t wanna get lost!” She heard her mom yell from somewhere behind her while she was admiring the various vegetables, fruits, and other things that she didn’t quite know the names of. Especially greater and greener vegetables with a bigger number next to them grabbed her attention and she lifted them though not without an effort.

“Mommy, daddy, look,” She ran back to her parents clumsily, and presented her findings, “lettuce!”

“It sure is lettuce.” Her father smiled.

“Can we buy it?”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t,” Her mom apologized and patted Pepper on the head. Seeing her daughter’s questioning look she added, “Your dad doesn’t like lettuce.”

“Ohhh.” Pepper hummed and then frowned. “Aww, but it looks so cool.”

“Hey, hey,” Her dad crouched next to her, “no sadness allowed, young lady.”

“But I want it!” Pepper folded her arms and pouted ruefully.

“Well, sometimes we can’t have certain things in life even when we really want them, but do you know what the solution is to such things? One that works each and every time?” Her father put his hand on Pepper’s shoulder making her look him in the eyes.

“What’s that?” She looked back and forth between her parents.

“Laughter!” He took both lettuces from Pepper’s hands and held them against his face in the place of his eyes making Pepper laugh. “See? Even if we have nothing, we always have laughter."

Pepper nodded with a smile on her face. "I see it."

“Alright you two, enough of that, let’s give those two lettuces back,” She said while smiling fondly, “we can’t take those back without paying…”

“Why not?” Pepper perked up.

“Well, it’s just a bad thing to do.”

“Ohh, okay.”

The three of them started walking again with Pepper's mother carrying the bags while her father held the two lettuces and waved at the man from the booth who was observing them. While he was busy talking with the seller Pepper turned to her mom.

“Can’t we just give this person those green, paper things like everyone else and get what we want?”

“It’s not that easy, honey." Her mother smiled and hugged her from the side. “One day you’ll understand. For now, we’re going to buy some carrots, cucumbers, and potatoes. You like those, yeah?”

“I guess they’re alright.” Pepper shrugged. “But we were eating those yesterday, two days ago, and three days ago too I think!”

Nonetheless, they purchased the mentioned vegetables and made their way back home. Just in time it seemed, because once in front of it, a sudden chill made itself comfortable enough in the air to cause Pepper to shake in her boots even as she ran through the doorstep.

After her parents took care of the groceries, her dad noticed his daughter rubbing her eyes and yawning.

“Tired?”

“Yes, I suddenly feel so sleepy. Can I sleep for a while?”

“Of course, come one, you had a long day.” He picked Pepper up and carried the little girl to her room, next lowering her onto the bed and covering her with the thin blanket. “All good?”

“Mhm, still kinda cold though.” Pepper clutched the blanket and tried to wrap it tighter around herself.

Her dad went quiet for a while and then went out of the room, returning back with a bigger blanket.

“Here.” He wrapped it around Pepper’s small frame who smiled. “How about now?”

“Better.”

“Great, keep it for the night as well, it’s getting colder with each day.”

“Yay! …But I thought this was your and mom’s blanket?” Pepper looked up at the towering person.

“It is, but don’t worry, mom and dad will be fine, we have another one in the closet.” He kissed her forehead and after making sure she was comfortable, turned off the lights and closed the door.

“One day you’ll understand.”

And she did. One day it came to her, it came to her that her dad actually really liked lettuce, that her parents didn’t have an additional blanket in the closet, and that radiators being turned off during colder seasons weren’t the case in most houses.

However, she also remembered one more thing.

“Come on, you can do it,” She whispered to her reflection in the small backstage area.

“And now, a new, very young and aspiring stand-up comedian will take her place on the stage. Don’t let her age deter you, folks, she has already performed a few times and never disappointed - Pepper Clark!” She heard from the stage and after taking one last look at herself to adjust her hat and suspenders smiled and got out in front of her audience.

“Welcome ladies and gents! I guarantee you a performance full of amusement and remember, even if we have nothing else to make us feel better, we always have laughter. Now, how about we start with a classic?” She eyed the glances from the audience, some curious, some sceptical and revealed her rubber chicken.

Outside, Pepper eyed the priceless papers clutched tightly in her hands and hugged them to her face, her breath still not quite slowing down. She felt tears gathering in her eyes that she immediately wiped away.

She set off once she gathered herself a bit, her grip as strong as ever.

The night was already in full swing when she arrived in front of the small house, but even when shrouded in darkness she could admire its details. Details that not so long ago were much uglier, the doors that not so long ago the house residents barely managed to close were now gone, replaced with new, sturdier ones. She grabbed their doorknob and went inside.

“Mom, dad, I got us some money again!”

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Alright then ^

#lps 2012 #may prompts #day 10

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thoughtsofananon · 2 years ago

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How to Sleep Yourself out of the End of the World

AO3

“All ours! Doesn’t that sound amazing?” Squawkers flapped his wings. Lulu snorted.

“Oh, quit talking like that.” Bdubs patted Lulu’s snout. “If they wanted a share in this kingdom, they would have stayed!”

Squawkers landed on his shoulder. “See, Lulu, he gets it!”

A loud, loud whoosh interrupted them. And after a few seconds, Bdubs realized it wouldn’t stop.

“What the. .” He turned towards the sky. Oh. . oh holy. .

It was so big. Bdubs had laughed over the big moon, and as his friends had fled, he’d claimed their bases and belongings as his own. His friends were right. The moon was coming down.

“I gotta get out of here.” He breathed in horrified realization.

His brain went into panic overload, as if all his little brain cells had dropped whatever they were holding and started screaming and running around in circles.

No! No, stop, I need you! Where’s the exit, who’s still around, WHERE ARE THEY??

<BDoubleO100> HELLO?? MOON IS COMING, I WOULD LIKE TO LEAVE.

<BDoubleO100> ANYONE??

They’re all gone, They left, They paid attention to what was coming and actually did something.

They’re not coming back for me.

I. . I’m alone.

BDubs slowly slid down the wall, feeling his throat close up and his eyes beginning to burn.

Squawkers chirped and tugged on his hair. Poor Birdie. Probably confused. If I’d just left! I could have gone myself, I could have gone with anyone! Here. . here I am.

The parrot tugged on his hair again. “Bedtime?” He squawked.

His heartstrings squeezed at the thought of leaving his poor animals scared. He stood slowly, kissing Lulu on the nose, then Squawkers on his shoulder. “Yeah. Bedtime. You’re right.”

BDubs made his way up his crescent moon home.

“Like the moon crashed into the Earth?” A distant memory called out to him.

Bdubs sighed, sitting down on his bed. “Yeah, Scar. Exactly like that.” He answered the old conversation.

“Bedtime?”

“Yes, Squawkers.” He whispered, trying to ignore the sound of blocks defying gravity and moons getting bigger. Trying to imagine he was anywhere else.

“Bedtime."

- - - - - - - - - - -

“Bdubs! Bduuuubs! Wake up!”

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled, hugging his moss cloak tighter around himself.

“Ohhh I get it, you’re a sleepy little guy.”

“I am not little!” Bdubs grumbled loudly, pushing himself up from. . the dirt? He blinked, digging his fingers deeper into the soft grains. Definitely not a mattress and blankets. In wonder, he looked up. The sky was blue and he couldn’t see the moon anywhere from east to west.

“What the. . what is this place?”

“From what we can tell, Hermitcraft Season 9, Boatem plus Bdubs edition.” Another voice, turning out to be Impulse unzipping what seemed to be a crash test dummy costume.

“Wha- Boatem? How’d you get here? How’d I get here?! I was- I went to- The Moon was-” He made a few more awkward noises before trying again.

“Moon coming. I’m still there. I go to bed. I wake up here.”

Boatem didn’t have an answer. “Okay!” Bdubs spread his arms out. “Okay, then! This is a normal occurrence, you all are just weird and haven’t done it before! I’m not confused in the slightest about this! I’m going to go punch a tree, if you hear screaming, ignore me!”

Bdubs hurried into the birch forest, making sure the Boatem crew couldn’t see him. Then he slammed his head into a tree.

“OW!” He roared in pain.

Okay. I’m really here. Not dreaming.

Hey, Season Nine. Any answers to how I got here?

. . .

Stupid Universe.

#bdoubleo100 #moon big #hermitcraft #hermitcraft 8 #hermitcraft 9 #my writing

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blog-name-idk · 2 years ago

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 19

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 2563

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The day of the showcase dawned bright and sunny, and you bounded eagerly into the kitchen. The only two already up were Jin, who was making pancakes, and Yoongi, who was collapsed face down at the island. You snickered at the sight, wondering why he even bothered to get out of bed at all if he was just going to nap as soon as he came downstairs.

At the sound of your laugh, the eldest looked up and smiled, looking positively adorable with his ruffled hair and pinstriped pajamas. Yoongi merely turned his head to face you, cheek still on the marble, and grunted in acknowledgement. He looked so cute like that, sleepy and zombie-like while waiting for his coffee to finish brewing, that you went over and flopped onto his back in a lazy hug.

"Get off," he grumbled. You ignored him. It had taken a few "hand jobs" for you to realize that quiet, confident Yoongi actually loved physical affection and was just too shy to vocalize it like the others. You didn't need to see the tiny smile on his lips to know he would push you away if he really wanted you off.

"Make me," you retorted.

He did nothing, proving your point. If you had known that he was currently very much enjoying the way you were pressed against him in just a t-shirt and shorts - because who in their right mind would wear a bra in their own home - you might have removed yourself. Or maybe not. You were growing increasingly conflicted about what to do about your insistent feelings.

"You're in a good mood," Jin observed, and you grinned at him over Yoongi's bedhead.

"Of course! I'm so excited for the performance today!"

"You're not even dancing though," Jimin complained with a yawn as he stumbled into the kitchen. Upon seeing you, he immediately joined the cuddle pile, making Yoongi protest that the two of you together were too heavy. The older boy still didn't move though, and you had to suppress an eye roll.

"Ohhh, me too!" Hobi bounced into the kitchen and threw himself on top of Jimin, eliciting a wheeze from Yoongi and a startled "oof" out of you. It was time to end this before anyone else came in and you joined the pancakes Jin was serving.

"Okay, get off of me you animals," you announced, straightening. The two dancers careened exaggeratedly to the floor and you snorted at their dramatic antics before heading to take out the blender.

"Do you guys want smoothies? Jimin, I got some fruit and stuff in case you felt too anxious for solid food."

"[Y/n], I love you!" He cried gratefully, leaping to his feet and running over to you to engulf you in a hug. You were grateful you were still facing away from everyone, because your face had gone a fiery red at his words. This boy - these boys - were going to be the death of you.

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"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" You urged impatiently, rushing to the auditorium while your roommates lagged behind. You turned around and scowled, stomping your foot in vexation at their slowness. "Come on, we're going to be late!"

"It doesn't even start for another half hour," Jungkook told you with a snort and a grin, charmed by your display.

"Well, we need to get good seats!"

"Our tickets have assigned seating," said Taehyung from behind the youngest, giggling at the unamused expression on your face. The older boys - Jin, Namjoon, and Yoongi - still had end-of-year school tasks to be wrapped up and couldn't make it, which was disappointing but understandable.

"Whatever," you huffed. You decided to ignore their logic and hurry onward whether they followed or not.

"You're so fired up," laughed Taehyung, jogging to catch up to you.

"I only got to see like a minute of their practice forever ago!" You complained, remembering just how impressive even that had been. You couldn't wait to see the full show, especially now that they had been working for months.

"Well it'll be great," Jungkook agreed, having reached your other side in just a few large strides with his stupid long legs. "I can't wait for Jimin's solo."

"That little shit didn't tell me he had a solo!" You cried in indignation, stopping dead. Taehyung glared at the younger boy.

"He wanted it to be a surprise," Jungkook mumbled, looking suitably chastened. You relaxed a little bit.

"Hmph, well I guess that's okay then," you said primly, making your friends laugh. "Let's go."

Despite your early arrival, the auditorium was already packed. This was a year end showcase for the school of dance specifically, which consisted of ballet, jazz, and contemporary styles. To drum up more interest and ticket sales, they allowed others to participate so long as they passed an audition.

This was how Hobi and Jimin's dance group was even performing, considering hip hop wasn't exactly a common style in University Fine Arts programs.

While Jimin himself was a contemporary dance major, Hobi was actually in the Classic Lit department. Dancing was his real passion, which was why he started his group. And he was obviously amazing, considering even Jimin himself deferred to him.

The dance school evidently agreed, because despite this technically being a showcase for their students, they were having his troupe close the program. Which was probably something of a slap to the face for many of the dance students who were devoting their lives to their art. But it did kind of make sense - the sad reality was that without that, it was likely people wouldn't stick around through the whole event. Well, at least Jimin didn't seem bitter about it. Then again, he was on the team.

Your seats were surprisingly good - almost exactly front and center, and you silently blessed Jimin for getting you guys a discount. Tae had told them their seat numbers ahead of time, so even if they couldn't see you due to the stage lights, they'd know where you would be sitting.

The other surprise was how crowded the auditorium was. When you took a look at the program notes, you saw a startling variety of acts. Besides performances by different styles and levels of dance majors, a few solo performances (you squealed when you saw Jimin's name listed), and Hobi's closing act, there were even slots for groups like the ballroom dance club.

Eventually the lights dimmed and the show began. You were surprised by how much you actually enjoyed all the acts, especially since you had never really followed this type of art before. But the graceful movements and the control these individuals had over their bodies was truly something inspiring, and you found yourself applauding whole-heartedly after each performance.

Then Jimin's solo began, and everything around you vanished except the stage and the dancer it belonged to. He was so light on his feet, and yet each movement had a heavy, yearning quality that made your heart ache. You were unable to hold back a gasp as you watched, mesmerized. Everything about the performance - about him - was just so beautiful, in a way you had never experienced.

This ethereal creature was the same silly boy you giggled with every day? The one who cried on your shoulder when he was overwhelmed, who was always there to comfort you when life got to be too much? Every step, every dip of his arms, and every shift of his body was confident, deliberate, and perfect. Somehow, every time he looked out into the audience it felt like he was staring straight into your soul and you felt yourself spiraling into the endless abyss of his intense gaze.

As the music faded, he sank slowly to lie on the floor of the stage as if defeated, and the audience roared into applause. You stared blankly as the roommates on either side of you jumped up and hollered their approval, and when you touched your cheeks you realized they were wet. Jimin stood and bowed, flashing a bright smile in the direction of your seats. It sent an arrow straight into your heart, and you swallowed thickly.

The lights came on for the intermission and you quickly wiped your face, though the gentle look Taehyung gave you told you he had noticed.

"I'm gonna get some water," you stammered, trying to calm yourself. "Do you guys want anything?"

"Oh! I'll come too," Jungkook exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "I'll decide there."

"Me too, I could stretch my legs," said Taehyung, taking your hand in his and giving it a comforting squeeze. You gave him a smile, though the warmth that bloomed inside of you at his touch also gave rise to a hint of panic. What was wrong with you? How could you feel this way about more than one person?

Once outside of the main hall, you felt a little better, if only because the bustle helped divert your mind to your surroundings. Jungkook paid for your water and his, waving away your protests, and the three of you decided to walk around a bit before the next half began.

"[Y/n]!"

A voice pierced through the noise and you turned to see Dongmin making his way towards you. You smiled and waved, and introduced him to your two roommates. You could have sworn they stiffened for a moment when they learned his name, but the sensation was gone in a flash.

"Did you get to see Jimin's performance?" You asked eagerly, and the boy grinned and nodded with enthusiasm.

"I did! That guy is amazing, I swear my jaw was on the floor the whole time," he said, and you nodded in agreement. Your two roommates seemed a little mollified at the praise of their friend.

"The whole thing's been really fun so far," you added. "I can't believe you guys are actually the final act!"

"Yeah, it's kind of terrifying," he admitted, laughing apprehensively. "I actually have to go meet them soon to get ready. I'm glad I caught you, though."

He suddenly looked a little nervous and his eyes darted to Jungkook and Taehyung, who were standing at your sides like weird bodyguards. Visibly steeling himself, he looked back at you.

"Uh, in case I don't see you after the show… Could I maybe get your number? It's totally cool if not, I just know I'd be kicking myself the whole summer if I didn't even ask."

You froze, surprised and a little impressed he had come right out and said it in front of your friends. You were a bit of a coward yourself, as was clearly evidenced by your lack of any type of definitive action or decision when it came to your roommates.

It took you all of a second to realize that it would be completely unfair to this very nice person if you gave him your number. It would imply interest when in reality your heart was completely consumed and likely had zero room left.

"I'm really flattered," you began apologetically, and he grinned crookedly, already realizing where this was going. "I wish I could say yes, but I'm kind of uh, emotionally fucked up right now and it really wouldn't be fair to either of us."

"I appreciate the honesty," he responded with an awkward laugh, and your stomach twisted with guilt. It really was too bad, the fact that he was taking it gracefully already spoke volumes about his character. Maybe if you'd met him instead of your ex things would have been different.

"I'm really sorry," you responded miserably, truly meaning it, and he gave you a more genuine smile.

"Nah you're good, really. I'd definitely rather hear that now than later on," he assured you, and the honesty in his face helped ease a bit of your guilt.

"Anyway, I should go get ready. It was nice meeting you guys," he added politely to Jungkook and Taehyung, who gave him awkward nods, clearly feeling bad for him. They probably thought you were an asshole for rejecting him considering as far as they knew, there was no emotional turmoil in you whatsoever.

A bell chimed, indicating the intermission was at its end, and the three of you headed back to your seats. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn't even notice that your two friends were completely silent.

Even when the performances started back up, you couldn't get as invested as earlier. Your mind wouldn't stop running. What had you been thinking? Dongmin was clearly a great guy, giving him a chance might have helped you get over your pointless feelings for your friends. No nevermind, that would have been using him with no guarantee that you would end up feeling the same way. You were a jerk for even thinking that in the first place. Man, you were a mess.

When the final act began, all you could do was gawk with your mouth hanging open like an idiot. In his solo, Jimin had been gorgeous, elegant, and graceful. Here he looked downright sinful, with a sultry expression you had never seen even at his flirtiest. Combined with his crisp movements, he screamed sexual prowess, and you found yourself gulping your water to wet your suddenly dry throat.

Hoping for escape, you darted your gaze to Hobi and immediately began to choke. There were hip thrusts in the choreography? Where was your bright, cheerful, goofy, sunshine Hobi? Who was this confident sex god with a cocky smirk and - holy shit he just licked his lips.

By the time the performance was over you had finished all of your water and half of Jungkook's. And your body still felt like it was on fire. What the fuck was that? Who gave them the right to do this to you?

As soon as the applause ended you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You needed a moment. Or several.

You were splashing water on your cheeks in a vain attempt to calm down when you realized you had definitely made the right choice turning Dongmin down. You had been so captivated by your two friends that you had completely forgotten anyone else was on the stage, him included. Whoops.

While you dried your face and hands, you contemplated what exactly you should do about this ridiculous situation you had found yourself in. You weren't about to just announce "HEY GUYS I CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT THE WHOLE SEX THING!" The thought of exposing yourself like that was more horrifying than the whole Jungkook-spanking debacle.

For a moment you wished you were as brave as Mina, who had no trouble telling people exactly what she wanted. Then again, she seemed unable to do the same with Jackson, so maybe the two of you weren't so different in that sense after all. How would they feel about the idea that you liked all of them? Wouldn't they be disgusted and assume you were just a huge slut or something? And if by some weird miracle one of them did return your feelings, would it even be fair for them if you couldn't get over how you felt about the others?

It was too much for you to handle, so you decided to take the coward's route and do nothing for now. Better that than ruin everything.

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Day 2: Breeding Kink

Day 2 of Kinktober and… I got carried away with this one. The others are not going to be nearly as long as this one, so you guys are gonna be spoiled with this. I hope you enjoy it! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ only content. Some warnings for violence and blood mentioned, though nothing too graphic. PinV sex, unprotected, consensual, nonhuman character, exophilia, slight hint of biting kink

Tags: Dilf!werewolf x reader, exophilia, kinktober

Moonlight Through Colored Leaves

When you’d first moved to the tiny Irish town in the middle of nowhere, you’d originally hoped to escape the family drama that haunted you back in America. Thanks to your grandfather’s Irish immigration, you’d been able to get an Irish citizenship and move relatively easily. So, you’d packed your bags, only told your grandfather where you were going, and boarded the first flight to Ireland you could catch.

You’d quietly made your way to your grandfather’s tiny hometown far out in the countryside, and moved into the long-since abandoned house that had belonged to your ancestors before. Though it had been run down and you’d had to do some major repairs and cleaning, you’d finally made a cozy cottage on the outskirts of the small village-like town.

The town had been quite welcoming and friendly, and you’d quickly found a job working at the local town pub as a waitress. Your boss had been very welcoming, and you’d earned favor from your coworkers and boss for your hard work and quiet, unassuming diligence. The pay was good, and you found yourself growing comfortable in the sleepy town life, meeting your neighbors and getting familiar with the town dynamics.

You’d just gone in for your shift of the day when conversation caught your ear. You put on your waitress apron, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and walking out to the bar to grab your tray.

“Did you hear about the news?” Jaina asked, arms propped on the countertop. “I mean, about that Romanian vamp that landed on Scotland the other day. Word is that he’s headed this way.”

“Well why would it want teh come here?” Sean snorted. “We’re out in teh middle o’ nowhere, Janie, t’ere ain’t not’in’ here t’at it would want.”

“Well didn’t you hear that apparently they’re expecting Agent Blue to be chasing it down with the Dullahan?” Jaina hissed. “Why wouldn’t they come over here?”

You hid your discreet grimace, instead walking out in front of the bar. To your delight and surprise, you found yourself facing a familiar little figure sitting at the bar in a corner. The little girl caught sight of you and squealed, waving.

You went over to her giving her a hug. “Well hello there, Miss Morrigan,” you greeted cheerfully. “How are you this fine evening? Having a drink?” you teased, noticing the glass of juice near her notebook.

She giggled, nodding. “Yeah! I’m with Daddy today,” she answered, feet kicking against the bar. She turned her head to see the bartender approaching. “Daddy!” she said excitedly. “Look, it’s the nice neighbor lady I told you about!”

You looked up to see Lysander Sullivan standing there, polishing a glass with a cloth. He gazed down at his daughter with a fond look deep in his eyes, then turned to look at you, his ice blue eyes meeting yours.

“Is that so?” he asked, his deep voice a low rumble in the relatively quiet bar. It hadn’t gotten to heavy traffic times, so there weren’t many people around yet. His grey-flecked hair had been swept back into an elastic band, and his beard had been neatly trimmed.

You gave him a small, shy smile, a little embarrassed. Though you knew that the man lived next to your property, you’d been a bit timid about approaching him. He was a kind enough gentleman from everything you’d seen and heard, and he’d watched out for you as you worked, but you didn’t see any reason why he’d be interested in any further contact with you. After all, you were a younger woman in your mid-twenties that lived alone.

“Yeah! She helps me with homework sometimes,” Morrigan prattled on, “and she lets me water her flowers!”

You laughed a little, feeling the color splash across your cheeks. “Well, I certainly enjoy the little Queen’s company,” you admitted. You’d heard some of the other workers gossip about Lysander, saying that he was a single father to nine-year-old Morrigan and that her mother had died in a tragic accident. You didn’t really know, and you’d tried not to pry or overhear too much. The man had a right to privacy, just like you had things you were running from as well.

“Thank you for looking out for the little cub,” Lysander said, a small smile crossing his face. He mellowed out around his daughter, his love clear in how he interacted with her.

“Of course. It’s a delight,” you said, smiling at Morrigan. “She’s a smart little cookie, aren’t you, Queenie?” you asked, tugging at her pigtail teasingly.

She giggled. “Yeah!” Then she tilted her head at you. “Are you working with Daddy tonight?” she asked curiously.

“O-oh, well, sort of,” you stammered, taken aback a little. “He works behind the counter, but I serve people out there,” you said, motioning to the tables. “So I guess we do, in a way.”

Morrigan nodded sagely. “Ohhh, so you do the food and Daddy does the drinks.” She nodded, satisfied at her conclusion. “Oh, I’m making a drawing! I want you to see it later, when I’m finished,” she said, tugging at your sleeve.

You smiled. “Of course, Queenie. You just let me know and I’ll pop by when I have a moment, alright?” you promised.

She nodded, turning back to her notebook and picking up her crayons again. Tongue poked out, she diligently returned to her masterpiece. You gave her a fond smile, noting the way the soft lights made a halo in her blonde hair.

“She’s such an angel,” you murmured, grabbing some straws from the bar to stick into your pocket.

“Aye, that she is.” Lysander’s comment almost startled you. He glanced at you across the bar, the sleeves of his crisp maroon button-up rolled halfway up his arms. “I apologize for not bein’ a better neighbor,” he remarked.

You blinked, then reached up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh, no— not at all,” you blurted, then gave him a chagrined smile. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’d met Morrigan when she was coming back from school, since I was in the front yard. She just… hopped on over, so I said hi. Honestly I should have introduced myself better, but…” You bit your lip. “I just kept putting it off because I didn’t want to bother you…”

He blinked, then chuckled slightly, as though surprised. “An’ here I thought it was ‘cause you didn’t really like me for some reason,” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

You gave him a horrified look. “Oh! Not at all!” You shook your head with a sigh, tugging mournfully at your ponytail. “I’m… notoriously bad at meeting people for the first time,” you groaned. “I just get nervous and tongue tied and I don’t know how to interact and… ugh.” You winced. “I am sorry, Mr. Sullivan. I should be a better neighbor, especially since I somehow got to know your daughter.” You half-laughed at yourself.

He waved you off. “I’m just glad you get along with Mor,” he chuckled. “She speaks endlessly about you. Seems like you’ve impressed her.”

You looked up at him, genuinely surprised. “Really?” you wondered, glancing at the girl. Then you smiled. “Well, I’m flattered. She’s such a smart, curious girl. I’m rather honored that she’d find me interesting.” You breathed a laugh, then glanced up at him. “I should get to my station, but… if you don’t mind, would it be alright if I swung by tomorrow to say hi and properly introduce myself?”

He nodded calmly. “Of course. She gets back home from school at three, if you wanted to catch her as well.”

You nodded, propping the tray on your hip. “Thank you! I’ll do that. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll stop procrastinating and actually start working,” you laughed, and walked off with a wave.

The night progressed relatively smoothly, customers rotating in and out with regulars stopping by. The crowds ebbed and flowed, sometimes more rowdy and sometimes more calm. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere and the liveliness of it all. Despite it being a pub, and an Irish one at that, the town was small and most people knew everyone else. Plus, Lysander was the bartender for more than one reason. Everyone knew that making trouble of any sort was not tolerated and had force to back it up.

You occasionally popped by Morrigan’s place at the bar, either to have a chat or to admire the progress she’d made on her drawing. And throughout the night, your worries started to mount the more gossip you heard around the pub. Some of them had heard confirmation that the Romanian vampire gone mad was making a beeline for Ireland, though no one seemed to know why. There were even more rumors that Agent Blue, the famous Will-o-the-Wisp, was after the rampaging Pricoli. And still others said that the Scott Pack would be making a reappearance.

Once you’d finished your shift and helped close up shop, you started the trudge back to your cottage down the road. It wasn’t a far walk, really, and it gave you some time to think and clear your head from the smells of the pub. Reaching up, you pulled your hair free from the ponytail and sighed, shoulders slumping.

You’d come to Ireland to escape your problems, but it felt like they were all closing in on you as the days went by. As you got home and got ready for bed, you wondered if it was asking too much to hope for some peace.

Instead, you distracted yourself by trying to think of something to make for the Sullivans the next day. You didn’t want to go empty handed, after all. Maybe some bread-?

You fell asleep thinking about it.

You’d just lifted your hand to knock when the door flung open. Morrigan practically tackled you, wrapping her arms around your waist with a shriek of greeting.

Laughing, you balanced yourself and wrapped an arm around her. “Well hello, Queenie,” you greeted. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

She grabbed your hand and dragged you in, chattering happily about her day at school. “Oh, and you should have heard how everyone laughed!” She interrupted herself as she led you into the kitchen. “Daddy, she’s here!” she called.

Trying to balance the homemade sourdough in one hand while still holding Morrigan’s with the other, you looked up to give Lysander a helpless smile. “Hello, Mr. Sullivan,” you greeted, a little breathlessly.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. “Well hallo, Miss,” he greeted back, wiping his hands with a towel. “Mor, why don’t you let her set the plate down before anything drops,” he said, shaking his head.

Morrigan let go of your hand, bouncing up and down. “Ooh, what is it?”

You offered it to Lysander, a little flustered. “I… well, I didn’t really want to come without an offering, so… I made some homemade sourdough,” you offered, a little awkwardly. “I hope you like it, it’s a fresh batch, still warm.”

He took it from you with a nod. “Thank you. We love sourdough, don’t we, Mor?” He seemed far more comfortable in his own home, less stoic and stern than in the pub.

Morrigan nodded, throwing up her hands with a cheer. “Yeah!” She danced around. “I love bread!” Then she grabbed your hand again. “Oh, oh, you gotta come see my room! Daddy just made me a new desk, and it’s really nice and shiny!”

Lysander waved you off as you turned to him. “Go ahead. Oh, I was going to invite you to dinner,” he added. “If you’d like. The food is almost done, actually. Your bread will be a perfect addition.”

You smiled. “I’d be honored. Thank you.” Then you let Morrigan drag you away.

By the time Lysander called for you both, you’d been given the official tour of her room and had happily listened to her tell stories of what she’d done at school and the projects she planned to do in the coming days. The little girl always cheered you up with her bright and cheerful presence. If anything, it eased your heart to see the little girl clearly so healthy and happy with her Father. She openly adored him, quite the Daddy’s girl.

As the three of you sat down at the table, you realized with a slight start that you’d never felt so comfortable in Ireland as you did in this moment. It felt… right, like you’d finally come home.

“Thank you for the food,” you said, giving Lysander a grateful smile. “It looks amazing.” The soup simmered in the bowls, while the sourdough bread had been cut into slices and set by the butter.

He nodded. “Thank you for the bread.” He passed the steamed potatoes, and everyone dug into the meal.

You let out a soft hum of contentment as you ate, enjoying the rich flavors and the homey comfort food. Clearly Lysander was a good cook, and you almost envied Morrigan for being able to come home to this every night. Not that you weren’t a good cook yourself, but you supposed company really did make a difference.

“The bread is so good!” Morrigan chirped, taking a giant bite of the bread slathered in butter.

You laughed softly. “I’m glad, Queenie. Take it slow,” you warned, worried she’d choke. “The bread isn’t going anywhere.”

She nodded, scarfing down her food. “Oh, oh, Daddy, cartoons are on soon! Can I please go watch? I did all my homework!”

Lysander nodded. “Alright. Go take your dishes to the sink.”

“Thank you! Morrigan cheered, sliding down from her chair and carefully taking the dishes. She trotted to the kitchen, then got herself a glass of juice and went to go to the living room.

You realized with a slight start that this was the first time you’d been alone with Lysander. Looking down at your spoonful, you wondered if you should maybe ask him the questions that pressed on your mind. Perhaps he would know. Then again… it’s not as though he were related to your grandfather’s clan… and not to mention, most of the people in the town didn’t even know that you were aware of the nonhuman community. In fact, you were rather positive that your coworkers thought you didn’t.

“If I may ask, what brought you to this small town?” Lysander asked, his voice calm and mellow. His blue eyes glanced up at you, and the question died on your tongue.

“Oh… family history, actually,” you admitted with a smile. “And, well…” You shrugged lightly. “I needed to get away for a while. I wanted a fresh start, somewhere where people didn’t really know me.”

“Understandable.” He nodded. “I essentially did the same with Morrigan when we moved here a few years ago.”

You hummed, reaching for a piece of bread. He handed you the butter, and you gently grasped the sleeve of his flannel for a moment. “You’ve got a bit on your clothes,” you said, wiping the smeared butter off with a napkin. You’d just let go when your fingers brushed across his briefly as you took the butter. You didn’t notice the way he froze, his movements jerky as he pulled his hand back.

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “Do you— I mean, does any of your family still live here?”

You shook your head. “Not exactly. But technically, my extended family is here. My grandfather immigrated from Ireland to America, where I was born, but through marriage there are still people here I’m technically connected to.” You shrugged. “I haven’t really gotten in contact with them, though. They probably don’t know me that well,” you laughed with a rueful shrug. You glanced at him for a moment. “I bet it’s even harder when you have children.”

He glanced toward the living room, where the faint sound of the cartoons floated through the house. “Well, I suppose,” he admitted thoughtfully. “Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. She’s my life, really.”

You lowered your eyes to your plate, unable to deny how your chest tightened at the way his voice softened when he spoke of his daughter. You’d always tried to forget how much you’d been attracted to the older man. You’d only ever dated once, and while he’d been nice enough and it had ended cordially, you still hadn’t been able to forget the lingering feeling of disappointment you’d had from the experience. You’d known, after that, that it would either be a long time before you ever tried dating again or it would have to be to someone whose maturity at least matched yours. And, unfortunately for you, that tended to mostly apply to men past their forties.

You really did try to forget how Lysander ticked all the boxes.

“I can see why.” You smiled. “She’s really precious.” Your eyes slid toward the living room. “Does she… inherit from you?”

Lysander looked up, his gaze suddenly piercing as he stared at you openly.

You gave him a faint smile. “I don’t talk much about it, but my grandfather comes from the local O’Connor Faoladh Tribe,” you said calmly, taking another sip of the soup.

His shoulders relaxed, the hard edge in his expression melting away. “Ah. Yes, she does. But she hasn’t fully shifted yet. It will be another year, we think. Are you-?”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. It’s funny, really,” you said thoughtfully, motioning with your spoon. “My grandfather is Faoladh, and my mother’s side of the family is a lycanthrope pack.” Your lips twitched. “And somehow, I got the recessive genes and ended up a simple Seer.”

His eyebrow raised. “Not so simple, I’d think,” he remarked. “Aren’t Seers rather uncommon now?”

You shrugged. “For a reason. There’s plenty of potential but not many who actively practice anymore. The price is heavy for knowledge like that.”

He gave you a discerning look. “Is that what you’re running from?”

Your silver spoon clinked softly as you set it down on the edge of the plate. “I suppose you could say that,” you murmured. Your eyes closed as you shoved away the memories of distant screaming, the crackle of fire, crimson splashed across stone floors— “Or maybe toward something.” After all, you mused, there had been a reason you’d felt drawn to your grandfather’s homeland, and town in particular. And of course, you’d never been one to fight Fate too hard.

“Perhaps so,” he conceded. Then he stood. “May I take your plate?”

“Oh— please, let me help.” You stood, taking your dishes and starting towards the kitchen. “At least let me wash or dry.”

When you finally got back home, you sat down on the couch and buried your face into your hands. Seeing Morrigan and Lysander together had stirred up old memories you’d long since tried to forget. Old desires that you’d thought you’d given up on: hopes and dreams of a family to call your own.

You crawled into bed, everything inside you aching. After all, what could a Seer with a cursed fate possibly offer anyone?

The night the Dullahan rode into town, you’d just started closing up the pub on night shift duty.

They’d ridden in, followed by the famous Agent Blue clad in his dark robes and carrying his lantern over his shoulder. He strode in the door, followed by the Dullahan. At first, you hadn’t even noticed the other figure trailing behind them.

Your Boss, Dorian, had walked out of the back room to greet them. He, of everyone in the town, was the only one to know of your heritage, as the elected leader of the supernatural community in the town. He nodded to the group as they entered.

“Welcome, Dullahan, Agent Blue.” He nodded at them, shaking the Will-o-the-Wisp’s hand.

“Greetings in return, Chief Dorian,” Agent Blue replied, his face still covered by the hood. “Apologies for the intrusion. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Pricoli that’s been running amok all over the Isles.”

Dorian nodded. “We certainly have. I assume you’ve come on a hunt.”

“We have. And I’ve brought someone with me.” Agent Blue turned, motioning towards the back of the group.

You’d been distracted, still working on trying to finish clearing up and getting out of the way. If your boss had asked, you were ready to offer to serve the new guests as well, giving Lysander a glance that he returned with a small nod.

It wasn’t until you straightened and turned around, finished, that you heard a familiar, startled voice call your name. Turning, you looked up and saw, to your shock, a very familiar face staring at you. You froze as the figure lunged forward, wrapping you in a tight hug. After a moment, you awkwardly hugged him back, mind whirling.

“What are you doing here?” Your younger brother stared at you incredulously, holding your arms. “I didn’t even know you left home! Last I heard you were still there.”

You grasped his sleeves, disoriented. “O-Oh. Ray,” you gasped, processing. “I—“ You suppressed a flinch. “I just… moved into grandfather’s old cottage,” you stammered, then looked down. “I had to get away,” you said quietly. “It was too much.”

Of all your family, you knew that Ray would best understand. He’d been the only one to really stand up for you back home, try to support you as best as he could, being a younger sibling. When everyone else constantly reminded you of your Fate, your Destiny, Ray had been the only one who had encouraged your personal hopes and dreams, had listened to your fears and worries.

He sighed. “I mean, I can’t blame you,” he said, shaking his head. “Still… does anyone know?”

You scoffed slightly, turning your head away. “Only Grandfather ever cared about me besides you, Ray. There’s no one else who probably even asked.” You shrugged. “How is school?” You’d been the one to support him when he decided to move to Scotland to attend University. He, too, had wanted to escape home.

He grinned. “Pretty great, actually!” Then he glanced behind him. “Turns out my best mate is actually one of Agent Blue’s sons, so when the whole Pricoli thing went down, I offered to be his in to the Faoladh Tribe here. For formality, y’know.” He shrugged. “I remembered what Grandfather had always taught us about how picky Faoladh are about tradition.”

You nodded. “Yeah…” You huffed slightly. “Technically only the people in here right now even know that I’m a part of the supernatural community,” you said dryly.

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s some dedication to keep it quiet. How has the local gossip train not found you out yet?”

You snorted. “Maybe because I’ve always been quiet and kept my mouth shut.” You rolled your eyes at him, though a smile twitched on your lips. “And we both know who never can.”

He playfully cuffed your shoulder. Then he grinned. “Oh, but guess what?” His eyes sparkled. “I found my Mate!”

Your eyes widened. “Really?” Your heart lightened for him, happy that your younger brother had finally found his Mate. “Does she know yet?”

He shook his head, face falling a little. Well, not yet. I mean, I’ve kinda only just met her and all, so… and it’s kinda awkward, cause…” He winced. “Well, she’s my best mate’s younger sister.”

You gave him an incredulous look, then sighed, shaking your head. “Well, good luck with that one, Ray,” you snorted. “You’ve gotten yourself into quite the situation with that one.”

He shrugged. “I know, but…” His grin turned goofy. “She’s so pretty. You should see her. She’s even pretty sassy, kinda like you are with me.”

You laughed softly, patting his arm. “Well, I’m glad I was able to catch up with you. If you need a place to stay, you know my house is always open to you.”

He nodded. “Thanks, sis. I should probably head back. I don’t know what else they might want me for.” He paused, then gave you an odd look. “Have you… found anyone?”

You blinked at him, startled. “What? Ray, you know what my Fate says.” You frowned.

An odd expression crossed his face, then he shook his head. “Yeah, I know. Just… don’t forget the promise you made me.”

You sighed. “I won’t, Ray.” As if you ever could, you thought with a hint of bitterness. He wouldn’t let you.

He squeezed your hand, slipping a piece of paper into your grasp. “Text me. I wanna keep in touch.”

You nodded, pocketing the note. “Thanks. Good luck, Ray. Stay safe.”

He nodded, then jogged back to Agent Blue with a wave. You were left to stand there, your heart sinking with every step he took away from you. Everything was lining up far too well. Though you’d vainly hoped to escape from the Fate that had hung over your head for so long, it seemed as though you’d just walked right into it instead.

Turning back to the bar, you quietly packed up your things. Bidding Lysander goodnight, you checked to make sure Dorian didn’t need you and headed back for home.

It was only a matter of time.

Rain splattered against the ground, heavy and thick like a curtain. Shielding your eyes from the drops, you pushed yourself to run, faster, as fast as you could. There was no time left to think.

The vision you’d had kneeling under the large Fae Maypole tree you’d found in the forest nearby kept flashing through your mind, insistent and horrific. Your Fate loomed, past and future meshing into the present in ways you could hardly stand. You’d thought you’d been running, cowardly but maybe safe from the Sword of Damocles—but now here you were, fallen headlong into the trap of the Fate you’d known since childhood would claim your life.

And yet your feet would not stop running, pushing you forward without hesitation. Was this not worth it? Was this Fate—this Fate that you’d feared for so long, hated and loathed and tried in futility to escape—was it truly so horrendous? Now that you were here? In this moment of truth?

You barreled up the steps, slamming your shoulder against the door without a pause. It broke, sending you headlong across the threshold to skid across the carpet. Ignoring the burn on your arm, you looked up as you heard a scream. Morrigan’s face stared at you, sheet white as she curled up in fear by the foot of the couch.

Jacking yourself up, you didn’t take time to glance behind you. “Mor, into the safe room,” you gasped, “your Daddy sent me, okay? I need you to get in the safe room, now.”

She nodded shakily, bravely scrambling to her feet and running towards the safe room that Lysander had made for her. Nothing would get through the doors, you knew, once they locked. You waited until you heard the lock click, then turned and scrambled back out the busted door.

In the empty area between your houses, out on the outskirts of the town, everything seemed oddly distant yet crystal clear. Your memories nudged at you, whispering about the deja vu that filled your every pore at the sight of the green, rolling grass and the relentless rain that poured over everything. In the distance, the red glare of a fire fueled by gas and undaunted by rain began to dominate the color of the sky.

It didn’t surprise you when cold fingers wrapped around your throat, leaving mottled bruises to bloom against your skin. You stood still, knowing that any movement might crush your throat. You may have been Fated to die, but not until you’d finished your task.

The enraged Pricoli snarled, hissing in your ear. “I know he sent you to hide her,” he sneered. “You helpless, pitiful Seer. For all your preeminence, did you not find a way to best me?” he barked a laugh, maniacal and loud. “You useless Seers and your cursed fates—and for what? A single moment of ruined glory?”

Your breath shallowed, airflow restricted. Agent Blue, several Dullahan, your brother, Dorian, and Lysander all emerged from the tree line, pausing as they saw you being held hostage. You closed your eyes for a moment as the icy hands constricted around your throat even further.

“Tell me where she is, and you get to live, Seer,” he snarled, his face nearing your ear. “She is my perfect match, my BloodSong. She is fated to be mine, my apprentice!” he howled. “Give her to me, my right!” His nails started to lengthen, turning into claws, digging against your skin. “Or I’ll drink you dry first and use you as fuel to take these maggots down.”

You brother’s face had gone ashen in horror, staring at you as though trying to deny his own eyes. His face twisted in despair.

“I’ll never give her up to you,” you answered, aware that everyone could hear you despite the rain. You tilted your head up, letting the rain wash over your face. “I am a Seer,” you declared, loudly, proud of it for the first time in your life. “And I embrace the Curse of my Fate. I pay the price gladly, if it means the power to make sure you never lay a finger on her.”

The Pricoli snarled, the rage almost audibly warping his voice into something demonic. “Then meet your Fate, Seer.”

Your knees gave out the moment his fangs ripped into your jugular. Strangely enough, the pain wasn’t even that bad, you mused hazily. Your eyes—were they blurred by tears or the rain?—rolled up to see your brother, mouth open as he reached for you. Even Lysander, white fur matted and soaked, had his maw open as his snout pointed to the sky.

Distantly, you could hear screaming. A roar, loud, tumbling through your chest, rattling into the ground. The crackling of fire. Everything started to get.. so… cold. Vaguely, as the hand shoved you forward and you landed against the ground, you could see out of the corner of your eye the Pricoli hunch forward. Despite the pain, the numbness… your lips curled in a vindictive smile.

The crimson eyes turned to you, a horrified anger sweeping through them as they landed on your twisted grin. A cold hand went up to his throat, and the Pricoli started to choke. His body lurched, tongue lolling as he gagged on your blood, his veins starting to light from the inside out with a toxic green. Slowly, agonizingly, he fell to his knees, his face contorted in a paroxysm of agony as he choked on your blood, your concentrated inherent magic tearing him apart from the inside out.

Your limbs felt sluggish as you forced yourself up, your ears ringing. Reaching up, you pressed your hand to your ruined neck and staggered to your feet, starting to lurch away from the destroyed corpse of the Pricoli. Warmth smeared across your skin, and every breath sent needles raking down your throat and into your lungs. Your feet stumbled, and before you realized it, you were leaning against something broad and firm.

Two icy blue eyes stared down at you, claws wrapping around your arms. Strangely enough, though, you didn’t fear that grasp. Lysander’s maw moved, you noticed faintly, but all you could hear was the persistent ringing in your ears. Vaguely, you reached up, your fingers clumsily landing on the side of his snout. Red smeared his fur, and your arm dropped down numbly to your side.

With the last of your strength, you forced your mouth to form the words that your shattered throat couldn’t say. Tell her goodbye.

The world spun into crimson.

Shivering, you shook your head as you curled into the corner that you’d pressed yourself into. Tears burned behind your eyes, and you heard your breath start to rasp and wheeze, rattling your throat.

Your brother’s face crumpled as he stared at you. “Please,” he begged, his voice wavering. “You need to drink.”

Agent Blue rested his hand on Ray’s shoulder. “Take it easy, son,” he said, voice firm but compassionate. “She’s understandably frightened. Even though she’s successfully gone through the change to being a damphyr, she’s had quite the scare and probably doesn’t want to feed.”

“But she needs to!” Ray exclaimed, frustration lacing his voice. “She’s already hurting.”

It was driving you insane. The pure power of the Will-o-the-Wisp’s blood was calling to you like a tempting beacon, and your brother’s hot blood practically screamed at you. The thirst flared in your throat, an ache so powerful you wanted to gag. It was like sandpaper. But you didn’t want to feed from them. You didn’t want to risk losing control, didn’t want to didn’t want to didn’t want to—

“I’ll take care of her.” Lysander stepped into the room. He turned to Ray. “She gave her life to save my daughter. This is the least I can do. I promise she’ll be in good hands.”

Your brother paused, then sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know you will, Sir,” he said, defeated. “I just…” He glanced over at you, eyes reflecting his misery.

Lysander reached out, squeezing Ray’s shoulder. “I understand,” he said quietly.

Ray nodded, then approached you again carefully. “Hey.” His voice softened. “I know you probably don’t want me around. But you have my number. Please, just… contact me when you’re ready, ok? You know I’ll be here for you, like I always have been. I’m gonna go back to Scotland, but you know how to reach me if you need anything. I won’t tell any of the family that you’re here.”

Swallowing back the drool, you tentatively reached out and barely ghosted your fingers against his cheek, hoping your eyes would convey your thanks. You just… needed space. Away from him, to control yourself, get yourself together.

But his expression turned a little more hopeful, and he nodded. “Love you, sis,” he said quietly. “Please… live.” With a small smile, he stood and followed Agent Blue out of the room.

With a quiet whine, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to push past the unbearable, insistent pain scratching down your throat. Your throat roared for a drink. Your eyes snapped open when you heard Lysander approach. Though you didn’t know why, his presence always sent you into an absolute panic, though not of fear. Your thirst around him seemed to impossibly skyrocket. Like something about him drove you crazy.

He knelt, his blue eyes fixed on yours. He reached out slowly, giving you a chance to move away. Instead, your body froze, entirely fixating on the way his plaid shirtsleeve pulled tight around his arm, rolled up to his elbow. You swallowed thickly, his blood an absolute siren call. You could smell it, practically taste it. Dripping down your throat, into your veins, ambrosia sweet and thick— Drool slipped down the corner of your mouth, past the pressure of fangs against your lips.

Lysander’s eyes strained. “I know what it does to you,” he said quietly. “Just the fact that you’re not lunging for me right now is…” He sighed, his other hand raking through his hair. “I don’t know if I’m impressed or-“ His lips twisted as he cut himself off, as though conflicted. “There’s a reason why my blood calls to you.” He settled himself in front of you, making you want to scream as both relief and a frenzy of want roared through you.

“Of course, Mor is my daughter,” Lysander said, his voice low as he looked down at the floor between you. “But her Mother was… not my true Mate.” He sighed. “I didn’t really care, because I loved her. But she… well, she left me. Didn’t want Mor, didn’t want… me.” A self-depreciating smile passed across his face. “But it was okay, I had Mor and I only wanted the best for her. But still… somewhere inside me, I knew that my true Mate was out there somewhere.”

You almost couldn’t focus, his proximity almost painful because he was too far, and yet not close enough—

“And then you appeared, and Mor started to love you, and I—“ He sighed, hand reaching up to cover his face. “And I didn’t know if I wanted to run or stay.” His shoulders slumped. “Seeing you with Mor, working with you, talking with you… every moment I spend with you near is like agony, but when you leave it’s like you take a part of me with you and I can’t breathe.”

Abruptly, your mouth went dry, shocked almost clear out of bloodlust. Wait, was he saying-?

“I told myself that you’d be better off without me,” Lysander admitted, voice thick. “I’m… not young any more. You’re beautiful and— and you have so much more promise, a whole life ahead of you… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’d gone for so long without my true Mate, I thought I’d be fine. But when I saw you lying on the ground…” He turned his face away, jaw ticking, a wild, feral light in his eyes. A low snarl rumbled through his chest, dissolving into a whine he quickly cut off.

He looked back up at you. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel… obligated to do anything. But you deserve to know the reason why my blood calls to you so strongly, and why— why I want you to drink from me. Why I don’t mind.”

Your mind whirled. The permission. The heady scent of his blood. The warmth he promised. The realization that he was calling you his true Mate. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

Reaching up, you clapped your hand over your mouth with a half-sob of desperation. You wanted it. You practically ached for it, the kindness and love he offered. The promise of a family, a home, someone who had seen you at your worst and still somehow wanted you.

“Please,” Lysander rasped, his eyes laced with that same desperation roiling in his gut. “You don’t even have to accept me as a Mate. But you need to feed, and I—“

You were at your limit. You’d already taxed yourself as a newborn damphyr somehow trying to resist the frenzy of the first feed, and now that your Mate was in front of you, offering freely, practically begging you to feed from him, you could only take so much.

You lunged, a snarl dying on your lips as you lunged forward, the strength of your desperation actually knocking the seasoned werewolf down onto the floor. And still, even as you straddled his waist, your fingers curled around his shoulder, eyes fixed on the tempting expanse of his neck… you still tried to fight. Still tried to fight it, to control yourself.

But Lysander’s broad, warm hands gently wrapped around your waist, not fighting or pushing you off. The scar slashing across the left side of his face seemed to glow in the light streaming through the curtained window, and he gave you a smile.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice low and soothing. “I can handle it. I know you won’t hurt me.”

You shuddered, drool dripping down your fangs. Leaning forward slowly, you tried to keep yourself paced, tried to force yourself to some modicum of control. Mouth opening, you lowered your head until your fangs just barely grazed the crook of his neck and shoulder, not too close to his jugular but just enough.

The moment your fangs sank into his throat, Lysander’s fingers went weak around your waist. A deep groan pooled into the air, and a tremor ran through his body underneath you.

Heat pooled in your stomach, even as his blood slid down your throat with a satisfaction unparalleled. He tasted sweet and dusky, like fresh bread and sunshine, and freshly-cut grass after the rain. The pure heat and warmth he radiated soaked into you, and you felt the bloodlust slowly slake as you drank. Finally, you forced yourself to let go, vaguely aware with your instincts that you’d taken enough to not hurt him but probably still leave him a bit lightheaded for a moment.

The bite wound almost instantly healed over, and his grasp on your waist tightened again, fingers flexing as he regained his bearings.

You leaned your head against his chest, the gratitude and shame warring inside you. Grateful that he’d been so kind, so understanding and gentle. Ashamed of your own arousal, the way your entire being reacted to him.

Your name slipped from his lips, and a moment later his face pressed into your hair. His voice ached with the same torn desire that roiled through you. “I shouldn’t—“ He sucked in a sharp breath as you pressed your body flush against his. You could feel how tight his pants were, could feel the lines of his bulge pressed up against your thigh. A choked groan accompanied the way his hands spasmed around your waist.

“Mate.” The whisper slid from your mouth, the first thing you’d said aloud since your change. Your fingers clenched in his flannel shirt. “Mate… wants me?” Your voice cracked with your fear. Fear that he wouldn’t want to deal with you after all, that you weren’t worth it—

He pulled you closer to him, hand sliding to your hair. “So damn much, sweetheart,” he rasped, cradling your head to his shoulder. “You’re so goddamn beautiful and fierce— I don’t care if you’re human, Seer, damphyr. You’re my true Mate, my love.”

And you buried your face into his shoulder and let yourself shed a few tears of relief. He wanted you. Accepted you, in spite of everything.

“I know it’s not fair to ask you to stay,” his voice strained. “You gave your life for Morrigan, and I’m so much older—“

You reached up, your hands sliding up to cup his jaw as you slanted your lips over his, tears slipping down your cheeks. His mouth opened, kissing you back with a fervor as he splayed his hand over your lower back, pressing you into him. He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling through his chest and straight into your body. Your entire body flushed, and you let out a quiet whimper.

Almost before you could register it, he flipped you over onto the floor, hovering over you. His teeth bared, and he stared down at you with a heat in his eyes that scorched through you. His hands clenched around your waist, pulling your hips flush against his.

You whimpered, tilting your head to the side and exposing your throat to him, sprawled against the floor. Your chest heaved with breath, and a moment later his teeth closed gently on the arch of your neck. A soft breathy moan escaped your lips, eyes fluttering closed as his scent washed over you, his mouth marking your neck, replacing the memory of the Pricoli’s fingerprints mottled against your skin.

With an effort, Lysander wrenched himself away, though he half rutted against you. “Darling, I’m going to need you to tell me if you don’t want this,” he rasped, voice thick and half a snarl already.

“Lysander,” you whispered, lips caressing his name.

His hips stuttered, and he pulled you up against him before heaving himself up and staggering to the bed. He lowered you onto the bed, wasting no time before he practically yanked you to him, his hands hot and greedy. He kissed you, somehow still gentle and yet needy enough to take your breath away.

“May I?” He tapped your shirt.

You nodded shyly, letting him slide it off of you. You lifted your hips in an invitation, and he lowered his mouth to your neck as he slipped your shorts off. He groaned, hands sliding across your bared skin. His skin felt so hot to the touch against your chilled body, wholly satisfying. You practically melted into his hands like putty, malleable to however he touched you, moved you. He made you feel safe. Loved. Cherished. Wanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “So beautiful, leannen.” The Gaelic spilled naturally from his mouth as he slid his hands under your back, unhooking your bra. You let him slide it off, too desperate for the warmth of his hands to process embarrassment. His hands cupped your breasts, callouses rasping across your nipples in a way that left your breathless and aching.

You whimpered, a little encouraged by the way you felt his bulge throb against you at the sound. Fingers tangling in his shirt, you tilted your head for air, arching into his hands.

“Fuck,” Lysander hissed against your jaw, his hips rolling into you. His hands slid lower, and his thumbs hooked in your underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded, fingers clenching against his shoulders as he slid them off. His shirt was already straining at the seams, threatening to rip. At your tug, he took a moment to reach down and practically rip his shirt off, tossing it uncaringly to the side as he opened his mouth against your neck.

You were already dripping, just his touch and scent enough to arouse you. Breath hissed through his teeth as his fingers dragged through your slick, just barely brushing past your clit. A whine escaped your lips as you shivered, fingers slipping against his chest.

“You smell so good,” Lysander groaned, one finger slipping into you as his thumb rubbed circles around your clit. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re wet. Can I take care of you?” he rumbled, teeth nipping at your ear. “You already gorged yourself on my blood. How about I fill you up with something else?”

You flushed, fangs sinking into your lower lip. “Please?” you whispered.

His ice blue eyes flashed, and his chest heaved under your hands. “Oh, are we a little desperate?” He smirked, sliding another finger into you, stretching you. “Want me to pull your legs up on my shoulders and keep you here all night?” He chuckled, feeling you pulse around his fingers. “Mmmm, I think your gorgeous body is being pretty honest, sweetheart. Well. I aim to please my Mate.”

You only had a moment to wonder when he’d managed to get his pants off. His fingers slid out of you, only for you to feel his cock rest heavily against your entrance. He slid against you, and you could feel a dribble of precum smear across your skin. One hand went to your waist, holding you, while his other found your clit again.

“Is this alright, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and suddenly soft. “I’m a bit of a stretch. I’ll try to go slow.”

With how wet you were, you sincerely doubted that he would find much of a problem. Still, you swallowed and nodded, grateful for his care and the way he tried, every step of the way, to make sure you were comfortable. Then again, you could already tell he wasn’t lying about how big he was. You could feel him resting against you, throbbing against your thigh. Slowly, he pressed just the tip into you, his breath shuddering.

Your lips parted in a gasp as he stretched you open, sliding into you. Compared to the chill of your body, his cock practically radiated heat. By the time he completely bottomed out, pelvis flush against yours, you’d already come so close to the edge, drool slipping from the corners of your lips. He seemed to completely fill you, pressing up against every spot inside of you until you swore he’d stretched you into his shape.

Lysander slumped over you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck. His entire body shuddered, and his hands clenched around your waist. His chest heaved against yours, muscles flexing as though he were physically holding himself back.

“Thank you.” The shaky whisper pooled against your skin. “For saving her. Giving your life for her. Thank you. For choosing me.”

Your fingers slid into his salt and pepper hair, relishing the stubble against your neck and shoulder. “I love you.” The confession spilled from your lips, quiet in the room.

He shuddered, letting out a low moan. His fingers clenched, just as he pulled you down further onto his cock, pressing up into you. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Lysander,” you repeated obediently, wholly truthful. Your core clenched around him, and he hissed, pulling out to thrust back into you.

“I love you,” he groaned, starting to thrust in a slow but steady rhythm. He reached down, then pulled your legs up around his hips. The new angle made you pulse as he seemed to reach impossibly deeper into you, angling up justenough to hit that one spot inside you that had you gasping and arching.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Feels so good, sweetheart. So good.”

He suddenly reached behind you and grabbed a pillow, then lifted your hips up to prop it under you. Setting you back down, he shifted himself up and pulled your legs up to his shoulders.

A cry left your lips, utterly wrecked and broken. His cock completely filled you, fucking any semblance of coherence out of you, going so deep you swore you could feel it in your stomach. He seemed to know exactly how to read your body, adjusting to every whimper you let out, not giving you a break as he kept pounding into you with devastating precision.

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” he chuckled, the sound raking down your spine. “Is this what you want?” He thumbed your clit, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You gonna give Mor a little sibling? Taking me so well like this, spread open for me?”

The thought of adding more kids to your life, together with Lysander, proved to be the last straw for your poor mind. You came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you cried out his name and the wave of heat and pleasure washed through your body.

And Lysander just kept fucking you through it, going harder as he pinned you against the sheets under him, not caring that your fingers raked against his shoulders. He bent to kiss you, murmuring your name in a husky voice that just wrecked you even more. He gave you no mercy, his gaze predatory as he stared down at you, soaking in your ruined expression.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he murmured, coaxing you through your high.

Even when you rode it out, he didn’t slow down or let up the pace. “You gonna make me cum, darling? Can I cum inside you?”

A plea staggered off of your lips, followed by his name. Your jumbled, blissed-out mind wouldn’t allow you to do anything else, barely recalling your own name.

“Fuck— gonna cum, sweetheart— gonna fill you up—“ He let out a moan before his hips slammed into you one last time. He ground against you as he came, his bruising grip not letting you move an inch away from him.

You melted back into the bed, eyes closing as you soaked in the feeling of his seed filling you, pouring into you. Your fingers slid up the back of his neck as you lay there, docile and welcoming to his every move. Even when he’d finally stopped spilling into you, your stomach full and hot, he slumped against you.

His lips slid across your throat, soft and almost reverent, and he pulled you into his body. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, his hands running over you with gentle, loving strokes, soothing you.

“I promise I’ll do my best to protect you, treat you the way you should be,” he promised. “I love you so much, sweetheart.” Then he chuckled, hand running over your stomach. “I wonder if Morrigan will want a brother or a sister. She’s already going to be so excited to call you Mommy.”

You gave him a shy smile, accepting his soft kiss. “Thank you, Lysander,” you whispered. “I love you.”

Perhaps the price of your Fate had been high, you thought, but it had been entirely worth it.

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