#shhh i am still voice training

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Cat got your tongue (Percival de Rollo x Half Tabaxi!Reader)

synopsis: Percy liked to believe he wasn´t territorial or easily jealous, but something about seeing you with Vax makes his blood boil.

warnings: jealousy, marking, smut, afab reader

word count: 0.9k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall

A/N: Thank you @kawaiiangel906 for this request and I am so so sorry it took me so long to get to it. I hope you still enjoy. <3

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Dividers by @saradika

Laughter sounded over the grounds of the keep from outside all the way into Percy's workshop. Not even concealed by the sounds of the white-haired man tinkering with a weapon. It wasn't like he had much concentration left for it at the moment anyway, but what little was left of it before fled faster than it had come to him. This had been going on for far too long in his more or less humble opinion. This thing between you and Vax’ildan. Not a thing, as you had reminded him countless times, fur covered ears twitching at the idea of it alone. Worries temporarily stifled with a sweet kiss to the forehead and a deep hug. Filled with whispered confessions of love.

Grumbling under his breath Percy makes his way out of the keep.

“Percy!” You immediately jump up and run towards him, a wide grin on your face.

Percy’s eyes lay on Vax for a moment longer, who sits left behind on the grass where you had just trained with him, looking right back at the two of you. When Percy's eyes snap back to you he can see your mouth moving. Had he really not heard you talking this entire time?

“I'm sorry, my love. Could you repeat yourself?” He asks  the back of his neck.

“I just told you about my training with Vax… Are you not feeling well?” Your eyebrows draw together tightly.

“N-No, it's nothing. I am quite alright. Thank you.” Percy takes a hasty step back to avoid your hand coming up to feel his temperature. “Perhaps too much time in the workshop. I am happy that the progress you and Vax’ildan are making is to your liking.”

“Come sit with us then. We were about to be finished for the day anyway.” Your hand caresses his cheek, the other taking him to pull him along.

Night has never been particularly calm amongst the group either. Most certainly not since you had obtained the keep. Laughter and the sounds of people drinking into the early morning hours traveled easily. But this night's rest was particularly hard to come by. It could. Your bones hurt from the extensive exercise each day and the fights in between. Just not with a certain someone distracting you from the sweet release of slipping off to slumberland by needy lips grazing over the skin of your shoulder blades and teeth nipping at the column of your neck.

“Percival…” You groan. “It is late.”

The words come out mumbled and somewhat unintelligible. Still you turn your head until you can see the white head of hair from the corners of your eyes. One heavy hand finding its way into the light tresses to play with them.

“You have barely spent any time with me or anyone that isn't Vax’ildan lately.” Comes the equally mumbled response against your back.

He doesn't stop what he is doing until you are awake again and turn around fully.

“Love…” You begin a sentence but are quickly shut up by the possessive grip pulling your waist impossibly close to his.

“Shhh. This will just serve as a reminder to the others that you are mine.” Percy's teeth nip right below your jawline. Sucking on the tender flesh until deep purple bruises bloom all over.

Pressed into the mattress by his lean hips, you writhe and mewl helplessly. Subconsciously, your own hips begin to grind up against his after a while. Unable to just take it anymore.

“More.” You plead in high pitched tones. No matter how much you try, your voice just won't stay down.

“Nuh uh uh. What's the magic word, dear?” Percy reprimands you with a smile on his face.

He can feel the movement of your hips as well and it is a game to him. He is fully in charge of you and your pleasure in this moment and he knows it just as well as you do.

“Please, Percy. I need more.” You try again with your tail wrapping tightly around Percy's middle to prevent him from possibly pulling away.

“See, that wasn't so hard. When you ask nicely people will be far more inclined to give you what you are asking for.” He slides down almost unnoticeably, pushing up your nightdress, until his chin rests against your sternum, just underneath the valley of your breasts. Scattering more purple spots over them and then wandering further down. A puff of warm breath bringing your legs together around his shoulders. With a chuckle and two fingers, Percy opens them up again.

“Now, let everyone hear who you belong to.” The words echo in your ear as only moments after, his length impaled you in one rough thrust.

A groan in unison fills the room, on one side from the sudden stretch and on the other, because in response your claws shot out and dug into his shoulders. The rhythm with which he starts thrusting into you as soon as he recovers, has you near screaming. Moans of his name and desperate pleas string together to a sort of prayer. The sweetest prayer Percy had ever heard in his life. Until he has driven you over the edge so often that your throat is sore and your body is a twitching mess. Brain so clouded in fog that you can barely concentrate on anything beside his body against yours.

As you lay beside each other, entirely spent, Percy's hand trailing over your side, a satisfied purring fills the room from your lungs. Not even strong enough to keep your eyes open any longer, you are finally granted the relief of sleep. Dreaming of only one man. The one right beside you, who at that moment felt you were his completely. Pressing one last kiss against the back of your neck as he drifted off to sleep as well.

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Tease ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You aren’t sure when teasing your sensei over text became such a ritual, but honestly you wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else. You just never expected him to show up at your door.

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: (Y/N) is aged up to 18 and is a third year!!! Please enjoy!!

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Sexting | Gojo Gives You Head | Masturbation | Jealous Gojo | Gojo Plays With His Beautiful Thick Cock

(Y/n): “I just want you to know how disappointed I am in you, Sensei."

You decided to tease him over text. 

(Y/n): “Ya know what you did is technically illegal, right?”

Ghoejo Sensei: “~Oh?”

(Y/n): “Mhmm.”

Ghoejo Sensei: “~It’s only illegal if you didn’t like it, but you liked it. Didn’t you?”

With a subtle twitch, you giggle at the memory from earlier… 

You and Itadori were training with the others while Gojo Sensei observed everyone from his spot on the school building. Exhausted, you had decided to grace him with your presence, joining him leaned back against the same wall.

“Aren’t you going to get in there and rough us up, Sensei?”

He could feel your beaming warm smile. Just being around you made his day.

Laughing, Gojo’s voice was filled with pure excitement as always when with you, “Nah, i like watching everyone get thrown around…” -his voice was low so only you could hear-, “…(y/n), you really shouldn’t wear such a short skirt during training.”

“Oh?! Why’s tha-“

“Some might try to sneak a peek.”

That damn smirk of his practically had you melting while your face felt like it was about to catch on fire. 

“S-Sensei? W-why would you say that!?”

Just as you were about to adjust your skirt, you heard the unmistakable snap of a camera shutter, indicating that a photo was being taken on a phone. Glancing down where the noise had come, you were shocked -not really- to discover your sensei positioning his phone under your skirt at an angle where he could see right between your legs…

Staring at the screen, you could see your black lace panties staring back at you as he tried to get another good shot.

He’s never been so bold like this in front of other students… Let alone out in the open on school property. If one of the others saw anything you- fuck, or the higher ups… you both would be kicked off the grounds and- and- oh god the reputation!

Gojo’s would be tarnished and you- … Okay you didn’t really have a reputation to worry about, but still! You damn well would after everyone finds out you’ve been sleeping with the famous sorcerer, also known as your Sensei!! This was far too risky of him-

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Gojo never once looked in your direction, “~Shhh… No one saw, (y/n). Go back to training though, before i puni-”

“Hey! (Y/n)! Are you coming back!” Itadori was waving for you to come back over to them, his foot on Megumi’s back. 

Now here you are, back in your room, lying on your bed with restless legs as you texted your beloved Sensei.

(Y/N): “I didn’t say I enjoyed it, Sensei 🥺.”

You tried to make the text sound innocent, but you knew how he liked to play games. So, why not play along?

(Y/n): “What did I gain by you snapping a photo? Perhaps I should tell the higher ups?”

GhoeJo Sensei: “~Oh ho, are you threatening me little girl?”

Chuckling to yourself, you could just picture the smug expression on Gojo's face. He wasn't intimidated by you at all, and you were well aware of it. Yet, you found the whole situation amusing.

(Y/n): “Noooo, never! …But… what if I confided in Itadori? Sukuna would hear what happened, and I don’t think he’d like that all too well, now would he?”

Although you couldn't see it, Gojo's playful smile vanished immediately as he read your latest text. He spent several minutes just looking at the screen. It was true, Sukuna had grown quite fond of you- to an extent that was hard to ignore. Sukuna had even managed to gain control over Yuji, solely to rescue you from a special grade curse. On another occasion, Sukuna took control of Itadori's arm, just to drape it around your waist according to what Yuji had told him… And there was that time the notorious king of curses forcibly broke down your room’s door...

Not even realizing how hard he was holding his phone, Gojo’s eyes snapped open fully to the sound of his delicate screen cracking… “tsk..”

Several minutes passed before his phone chimed. It took him a moment to register that you had sent him a photo, a close up shot at that, and it left little to the imagination. You were pulling up your thong so that the contours of your pussy lips could be seen through the thin fabric. Gojo took note of the small little damp spot… It was a simple yet effective tease, but before he could fully appreciate the image, another photo arrived.

In this one, the fabric was pulled taut, accentuating the details even more explicitly. This time, you were pulling up your panties high enough so that they were digging into your crotch, exposing those sweet little pussy lips he could lap at all day long.

(Y/n): “That’s what you wanted, right Sensei? You know if you just wanted photo’s all you had to do was ask 😉.”

After pressing the send button, you swiftly undressed shedding each layer of fabric from your body. As you stripped down the anticipation grew, wondering what your sensei might have in store for you. The silence that followed the Sukuna text left you questioning if it had truly affected him though…

Now completely naked, you position yourself on the bed, ready to capture one final enticing image. On your knees, your tongue playfully extended from your mouth, while your lips form a 'O' shape. With the camera angled just right, it captures the perfect view deep down your throat. Using your free hand, you do your best to mimic the imagery of holding a cock next to your plump lips mouth, your drool cascading down the corners of your lips…

(Y/n): *image*

Ghoejo Sensei: “You’re such a naughty girl for me. ~I’m gonna have to spank you the next time I see you.”

Taking a deep breath you press your face into your bed, raising your ass in the air. Your arm stretched back with your phone, positioning it so that your wet folds could be captured along with your ass.

(Y/n): *image*

Ghoejo Sensei: “Are you touching yourself to my texts, baby girl? Is that tight little pussy craving my attention?"

Your hips moved back and forth as the pad of your middle finger slowly rubbed your clothed clit. It was so sensitive that just the slightest touch would cause a small jolt through your body.

(Y/n): “wouldn’t you like to know.”

Ghoejo Sensei: voice message

Pressing play on the voice message, you can hear the rustling of sheets and clothes being thrown around. Your body shivers when his voice begins.

Ghoejo Sensei: “Don’t worry, daddy will come take care of you.”

A soft whimper leaves your lips. Closing your eyes, you imagine your tall, lean sensei standing in the doorway. His head tilted slightly downward, allowing the shadows to conceal his face except for that damn smug smile…

You could feel your face flush, this was so embarrassing… What if someone barged in your room… Especially Itadori, well Sukuna… Burying the thought deep within your head, you lift your phone above your ass again with the camera pointed down and with your other hand you did your best to spread open your delicate asshole. With a snap and a simple click, you send it…

(Y/n): “I’m ready and waiting.”

Gojo was lying on his bed, his pants undone, hand pumping his cock slowly. With each text he would read, his hand would increase its speed.

(Y/n): *image*

When he saw the last photo, his phone was practically crushed by his tight grip. He could feel his balls tighten as precum began to spill from the tip of his thick cock, the veins swollen around it giving it a nice texture. The sight of your tight hole had him biting his lip as the image replayed in his head, and the fact that you were spreading your asshole to reveal it just for him made him cum instantly.

He could barely breathe, his chest rising and falling as his cum spurted across his chest. His head was thrown back as he released a strangled groan, “such a naughty little tease”.

Of course he wasn’t tired quite yet, he had the stamina of a god and he became rock hard once again. He already looked at you differently from his other students and now after this he really wasn’t going to be able to look at you as just his student he’s having a fling with again. You were a sexual object to be desired now, someone he wished to keep forever, but at this very moment he would give anything to be the reason your asshole was gapping in this picture or why you were drooling in your first photo.

Ghoejoe: “You should come sneak in my room, again.”

You didn’t obliged, instead you sent a string of photos detailing you fingering your ass and probing your slick pussy with two fingers after. Playing with your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers, you even captured yourself throwing your head back as you tugged on one of your nipples, as if you were a cow ready to be milked.

You had to admit to yourself that you loved doing this, spreading your legs like some whore for her sensei… The thought alone sent shivers of pleasure throughout your entire body.

Gojo: *image*

It was a photo of his beautiful cock, the head still a deep red and swollen. His thick shaft was covered in his own cum and a bit of precum. You could feel the juices leaking from your pussy as you stared at the photo.

Grabbing your pink vibrator from your dresser you pressed it into your welcoming pussy, your eyes glued to the photo the entire time. Turning the dial to its max setting, the buzzing could be heard as you slid the toy in and out. Pulling the toy out, you quickly placed the head to your sensitive clit, rolling it around your nub. The thought of his large hands on you again was turning you into a moaning mess, you could feel your juices slip past your toy and onto the sheets, could feel yourself cream around the base of it. Fuck, why couldn’t he be here with you now, you needed your sensei, needed your Satoru to come take care of you.

Your hand was trembling making it hard to hold onto your phone yet you still managed to capture a photo of you mid orgasm. There was a stream of clear liquid in the frame, your face full of shock at having squirted was apparent. You couldn’t believe how dirty you felt, it was intoxicating.

“~Oh baby girl, you’re so filthy! Look at you, you’ve gone and made quite the mess.”

Your phone flung across the room while you made the cutest little yip noise, your legs shutting together at the surprise voice. Gojo appeared in your room, his heavenly blue eyes peering at your from behind his sunglasses. His large hands come to your knees and parted your legs so he can rub between your pussy lips with his thumb…

“S-Sensei… I- Why are you h-here…?” Your voice was so cute to him, you could barely even speak as he rubs your slick entrance. “You know why i’m here, (y/n). Now, why don’t you tell me what a dirty little girl you are, and maybe I won't have to punish you so hard this time, hm? Tell your sensei how much you were enjoying yourself and maybe I'll let you suck on this cock.”

He leaned down, his head between your legs. Goosebumps forming whenever his snowy hair tickles your soft thighs. With no hesitation he sticks his tongue out to licks up your folds, lapping up your arousal from before.

“Mmm… Sensei~♡! I-i'm a dirty girl- A dirty little whore for you~!” His tongue was licking all over, teasing your clit with each swipe. He had one hand keeping your legs apart and the other was gripping the sheets.

“Tell me what you're a whore for, baby girl~.” His hot breath against your wet pussy, the way his nose nudges against your sensitive nub.

“I-I'm a dirty- A dirty little cockwhore, S-sensei~. I want you- Need your cock in my- ah~! in my mou-mouth, in my pus- pussy, my ass~~~♡!!”

The way your hips bucked with every swipe of his tongue, the way your breathing was uneven and shaky. Oh the sounds you were making, the moans, the whimpers. His eyes almost rolled back at the feeling of your juices against his tongue, his lips, “That’s my girl.”

Before you could scream his name you bit down on your lip to silence yourself. You can’t afford to have someone hear this… Not when these walls were so thin… You were finally getting what you wanted tonight, attention from your sensei, Gojo Satoru, and you wanted nothing more than to scream his name… But with Sukuna around, quite literally on the other side of these walls, the price you’d pay would be far greater if he heard you and Gojo going at it…

As your back arches, he moves his hand to press it firmly down on your lower abdomen, a way of trying to pin you down as his tongue delves deeper. You were so close to coming undone, your body was trembling.

Gojo knows he’ll drag this out since it was his favorite form of punishment. And he also knows you hold back your noises so that Sukuna wouldn’t hear, and he knows its for your own safety… However, you had him to protect you, he wouldn’t allow anything to happen to you.

Pulling back from between your legs, you both make eye contact, your chest rising with every heavy breath you take…

“(y/n), don’t hold it back… Say my name tonight. Let him hear it, let him know who you belong to tonight.”

A blush forms as you realize what he said.

Gojo wants him to hear you tonight, to hear how good you were for him. To know that he had a claim on his favorite little student…

“B-but…”

“Tut tut, no buts my sweet little cinnamon swirl. The only buts i’m allowing is this one.” He squeezes your ass, earning another cute little noise from you.

“Goj-Satoru… You- I.. We ca-can’t get caught by anyone though.” There’s tears in your eyes, he can see you’re genuinely afraid for him, not for you…

“(y/n). Let me handle the higher ups and everyone else.” Looking down, he watches as your pussy glistens with his saliva… His thumb brushing over your skin, “I’ve always wanted a good excuse to piss off the higher ups,” -His features soft- “You’re a good reason to fight them, so let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight, and don’t worry about Sukuna.”

His lips came down onto yours tenderly, as if you had both been lovers for years. Your eyes shut tight as his tongue glides across your bottom lip, requesting permission to enter. Opening your mouth, his tongue delves into the warm cavern and his cock twitches.

“I’m stronger after all.” He sticks his tongue out at you with a wink before thrusting his cock inside of your waiting pussy. You cry out his name, arching your back so far that it hurt, but the pain was forgotten as soon as you felt his hot cock buried deep within your needy pussy.

“Tonight, let me hear you scream my name.”

[lvnleah]

Month Six

word count: 2.1k

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there’s no month five as nothing would’ve worked, after this it’s just random little parts from different months!

October 2024 | 6 months old.

You woke up to the tired wails of Finley from the corner of your room where his cot was. The room was still dark, the only light that filled the room was the street light from outside of your bedroom peeking through the curtains.

A yawn escaped as you rubbed your eyes and looked over at the digital alarm clock. It read 6:00 AM meaning it had only been a few hours since Finley last woke up. You felt Leah sit up beside you and place a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’ll get him,” she whispered against your shoulder before slipping out of bed. “You stay here.”

The past few days have been exhausting for you both. You’d both barely caught any sleep as Finley had started to teeth. He was six months old so it was something you’d been preparing for along with the other milestones of introducing solid foods and sitting up unassisted. You knew the sleepless nights were coming but nothing could’ve prepared you for it.

“Oh bubba boy,” Leah cooed as she lifted him out of his cot, “Shhh, it’s okay, Mumma’s here. Let’s get you something cool, yeah?”

It all started a few days ago, he became fussier than usual and was constantly drooling. You thought that he was coming down with something but when you saw him chewing on his fist constantly, you knew he was teething.

Leah carried Finley over to the bed, her gentle voice soothing him as she hummed a soft tune. Finley’s cries quieted slightly as Leah laid him down in front of you both and reached for a teething toy from the drawer—a small, rubber giraffe that had quickly become his favourite.

She handed it to him, and he eagerly accepted it, chewing on the cool surface with desperate gums. Leah smiled down at him, her eyes filled with that boundless love you both felt for your little boy, even on the hardest days.

“You’re doing so well, Finley,” she whispered, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “It’s not nice is it, it’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up onto your elbows, feeling the pull of sleep still heavy on your body. But you knew Leah needed you too. She had taken on so much of the burden tonight, insisting you rest whenever you could, but you didn’t want her to shoulder it all alone.

Leah settled Finley back down into your bed, his little hands clutching the teething toy as he gnawed on it. You reached out and gently stroked Finley’s cheek, feeling the warmth of his tiny body next to yours.

He chewed on his tether for a bit but soon it became no good and he threw it to the side before screaming the house down. You picked him up and cradled him against your chest, shushing and rocking him gently. You tried to feed him but he was having none of it.

“I’m going to get his tether we put in the freezer earlier, it should be cold enough now,” Leah told you as she slipped out of bed, “I’ll grab some teething gel too.”

You nodded your head and continued to rock Finley, trying your hardest to settle him. Leah soon returned and applied some teething gel onto Finley’s swollen gums before handing him the teether.

As the cold teether began to ease Finley’s discomfort, his cries gradually softened into contented sighs. You and Leah exchanged a look of relief, knowing that for now, things were calm again.

Finley’s eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was drifting off to sleep, still clutching the cool cloth. You carefully set him down in the middle of you and Leah as he fell into a deep sleep.

“I’m so tired,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” Leah replied softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Why don’t we try to get a bit more sleep, yeah? If he wakes up I’ll get up with him, I haven’t got training today.”

You nodded, sinking back into the pillows. The room was still dim and Leah curled up beside you. As Finley slept soundly between you, you let yourself relax, feeling the exhaustion pull at your limbs. With a final, tired sigh, you closed your eyes, letting yourself drift back into sleep.

When you finally woke up again, it was just past 10 AM and your bed was now empty. The sound of laughter drifted from the kitchen, and the smell of breakfast filled the air. You smiled to yourself, stretching out in the now empty bed. The exhaustion of the past few days still lingered in your body, but the few extra hours of sleep had done wonders.

Sliding out of bed, you slipped on your slippers and headed towards the kitchen, following the sound of Leah's voice. As you rounded the corner, you found Leah holding Finley in her arms, bouncing him gently while talking to him. He was wide awake, his little face brighter now that the worst of the teething pain had passed. In her other hand, Leah was manoeuvring a spatula, flipping pancakes on the stove.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Leah greeted you with a warm smile. "We let you sleep in, didn’t we bub?”

You walked over and kissed Leah's cheek, then Finley's forehead. "Thank you," you said softly, brushing a hand over Finley's little curls. "How's our little man doing?"

"He’s been much better since he woke up," Leah replied. "We had a nice cuddle and a bottle, didn’t we, Bubba?" Finley responded with a gurgle, his gummy smile melting your heart.

As Leah finished up the pancakes, she set the table and the three of you sat down to eat. Finley was propped up in his high chair, happily gnawing on a piece of cold toast that had been cut into manageable strips for him to hold.

"We should probably take him for a walk later," Leah suggested. "Get some fresh air and tire him out before dinner."

"Oh I forgot about dinner," you said. "Maybe we could stop by the park? He loves watching the ducks."

It had completely slipped your mind that you and Leah had made plans with Beth, Viv, Kim, Lia and Vic for dinner while Viv was down visiting from Manchester. She’d been living in Manchester for a few months now and you often saw her on the weekends but this week she was staying the whole week.

Leah nodded, her eyes lighting up at the idea. "That sounds perfect.”

As you finished breakfast, Finley started to get fussy again, so you took him out of his high chair and carried him over to the living room. You placed him on his play mat and sat down beside him, handing him a ball.

Leah joined you on the floor, stretching out beside you. "It's amazing how quickly he's growing," she mused, watching as Finley sat up and threw the ball around. "I swear, every day he does something new."

"I know," you agreed, "It’s like he's changing right before our eyes."

The rest of the day passed peacefully. You took Finley out for a walk, he dozed off in his stroller on the walk to the park. When you reached the park, you sat on a bench by the pond, watching the ducks while Finley slept soundly beside you.

You grabbed a quick lunch before walking home together, Leah settled him down in his cot while you took a quick shower. You took turns getting ready and by the time you had washed your hair, dried it and gotten dressed Finley was awake and sitting on Leah’s lap.

She bounced him up and down, little giggles escaping his lips. Leah stopped as you entered the room, “Oh look how gorgeous your Mummy looks, Bubba!”

You smiled at Leah's words, and Finley's little hands reached out toward you, and you couldn't resist leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead.

"Well, we better get going if we want to be on time," you said, reaching for the baby carrier. Leah stood up, adjusting Finley's onesie before handing him over to you so she could put the baby carrier on.

You grabbed the diaper bag and the keys while Leah secured Finley in the carrier. The walk to the restaurant was quick, with Finley babbling against Leah’s chest.

"You know," she began, "I was thinking, maybe after dinner we could all come back to ours for a bit? It might be nice to just relax with everyone, especially since Viv’s down."

"That sounds great," you agreed, "We haven’t had a proper catch-up with everyone in a while. I think Finley would love the extra attention too."

Leah chuckled, "He’ll be the star of the night, no doubt."

When you arrived at the restaurant, Beth and Viv were already waiting outside. Beth waved excitedly, her usual energy radiating as she pulled you both into a hug. Viv followed suit, gently ruffling Finley’s hair as she cooed at him.

"Look at this little guy!" Beth exclaimed, "He’s gotten so big!"

You couldn’t help but smile, "He’s growing up too fast. The teething is a nightmare."

Viv leaned in, giving Leah a quick hug. "You guys must be exhausted."

Leah nodded, a tired but content expression on her face. "It’s been a rough few nights, but we’re managing."

As you made your way inside, Kim, Lia, and Vic joined you at the table. The restaurant was cosy, with soft lighting and a warm atmosphere. Leah had taken Finley out of the carrier and he was sitting on her lap contentedly, banging his hands against the table.

As the night continued, you noticed how Finley’s usual fussiness was absent. Instead, he seemed fascinated by the world around him, especially when Viv reached over and gently took him from Leah’s arms. Almost immediately, he settled into Viv’s embrace, his tiny head resting on her shoulder. It was as if Viv had some magical calming power that Finley instinctively responded to.

“Looks like you’ve got the magic touch tonight,” Leah commented with a smile.

Viv chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving Finley’s peaceful face. “He’s a sweetheart.”

“At least you hold him now,” Vic joked, “you wouldn’t even touch him as a newborn!”

Viv rolled her eyes, “He was fragile and I was scared of hurting him!”

Beth laughed, “He was a baby, not glass!”

“Why don’t we all head back to ours?” you suggested as dinner wrapped up.

Everyone agreed easily, and after settling the bill, you made your way back home, the cool night air refreshing after the warmth of the restaurant. As you walked, Viv continued to hold Finley, her steps slow and gentle, ensuring he stayed asleep.

Back at your place, the mood was relaxed. Leah quickly set up Finley’s travel cot in the living room, close enough so you could all keep an eye on him. He barely stirred as she carefully laid him down, his little fists curled up beside his face.

You settled into the couch, Beth and Viv taking the armchairs while Kim, Lia, and Vic made themselves comfortable on the floor with cushions and blankets. Leah poured glasses of wine for those who wanted it, and soon, the conversation resumed.

As the night wore on, you found yourself leaning against Leah, her arm draped casually over your shoulders. Now and then, one of you would glance over at Finley, his small form barely visible in the dim light of the room. He slept soundly, his little chest rising and falling with each breath.

“I can’t believe how much he’s grown,” Lia mused, her voice a soft whisper so as not to disturb Finley. “It feels like just yesterday we were meeting him.”

Leah nodded, a smile playing on her lips. “Time’s flying. Before we know it, he’ll be running around, causing all kinds of trouble.”

“You mean like his mums?” Beth teased, earning a playful swat from Leah.

As the clock ticked past midnight, you began to wind down the evening. One by one, your friends said their goodbyes, each of them sneaking one last peek at Finley before leaving. Beth and Viv were the last to go.

As the door closed behind them, you and Leah stood there for a moment, taking in the quiet of the apartment.

Leah reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “We make a pretty good team, don’t we?”

You nodded, leaning in to kiss her softly. “The best.”

You made your way into the living room and picked Finley up gently. With him still nestled against you, the two of you made your way to the bedroom. After carefully placing him in his cot, you got changed into one of Leah’s tops before crawling into bed, Leah’s arms wrapping around you as soon as you settled in.

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Ficlet: What about you?

Have a ficlet because I can't sleep :)

Blitz paces back and forth. His eyes darting from the door to the window to the door.

"Don't worry Stolas. No one is getting to you, okay? Doesn't matter what those assholes said on the street. They can't get to you", he reassures with a worried face.

It's only been three weeks and Blitz's fame is having trouble overcoming the people's hatred for a Goetia that all of Imp kind can now try to pick on. He'll speak up and it'll work for a moment, but then as soon as Blitz turns his back they'll threaten Stolas, or throw something at him. So much so that Blitz has just begun walking backwards with his eyes trained on them.

Lately though, it's turned to full on death threats. Though most imps aren't assassins like himself and his team, it's not like there's a shortage of weapons in hell, and stupid people to use them.

And hellborn don't come back.

Stolas frowns, his beak turned down. Blitz has been fussing over him for these three weeks while his mind was fuzzy, and he dissociated for most of it. Especially whenever they went out. But now that he has a clearer mind, he's worried at how all of this is taking a toll on Blitz and his mental state.

"Blitz, what about you?" He asks, squinting his eyes softly. Blitz stops pacing and tilts his head, "Me? I'm fine, Stols. I'm not the one getting death threats. I'm loved, revered even! Moxxie taught me that word" he smiles proudly and Stolas chuckles, walking over to him and taking his hand.

"I understand you're worried about me. But now that my mind is clearer, I'm worried about you, Blitz. How much sleep have you gotten the last few nights?"

Blitz looks up, thinking. His eyes blink multiple times from their dryness.

"Uhhh well since the first death threat, none", he chuckles shyly and Stolas's mouth gapes, "Blitz! That was three days ago!"

Blitz blows it off, walking away and sitting on the couch. He yawns instinctively and then massages his cheeks trying to keep himself from falling asleep.

"Don't worry about me! I got methods! I was awake for a week straight once!" He declares proudly. Stolas frowns again, "That's bad, Blitz! Not something. To be proud of!"

"Pff I think it's cool", he murmurs and crosses his arms.

"When was the last time you had a relaxing evening?" He asks.

Blitz thinks and laughs, "Relaxing? I dunno maybe sometime with you...one of our nights ..", he mentions and Stolas blushes, "Oh".

Blitz rubs his neck anxiously, "Y-yeah..but really, it's no big deal! I'm completely fine".

Stolas smiles mischievously now, which makes Blitz looks at him warily.

"...What are you thinking Birdy? Whatever it is, Stahp!" He says but there's no stopping Stolas now.

He walks over to the couch, picking Blitz up and cradling him in his arms.

"Stolas! Fu-why is your chest so fucking warm", Blitz whines and Stolas hoot laughs, bringing him into the restroom. He turns on the shower for him and undresses him.

"Stolas really im-" he starts but Stolas puts a finger to his lips, "Shhh. Just let me care for you. Please?" He asks sweetly, his face in a soft smile now. Blitz sighs, "Okay. Fine".

He lets Stolas undress him and place him in the shower. He peeks out once in a while and Stolas is still there, waiting for him to finish. Done washing himself, Stolas wraps him up in a towel to his surprise.

"Mm-Stolss!" He whines again, his voice weaker and eager to relax but still resisting. Stolas rubs a finger gingerly down his forehead and nose, "Shhhh. You're alright. I've got you".

As soon as Stolas sits, holding Blitz in his lap, those words trigger something. Blitz begins to sob. Violent loud sobs rack his chest and he clings onto Stolas's shoulders.

"I thought you were going to die", he manages through tears. Stolas nods, "Me too".

"You asshole why would you do that??!" He sobs more, Stolas rubbing the back of his horns as his face finds purchase among Stolas's chest feathers. He holds him tight.

"I am sorry. I wasn't thinking. I just couldn't...live without you. So I needed you to live", his voice breaks and small tears escape too now, his falling on Blitz's horns.

Blitz sniffles and clenches his arms around Stolas's neck.

"Don't leave me, please? Stay?", he asks in a tender hope. Stolas wipes Blitz's tears and cups his cheek, "That's all I've ever wanted".

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Cassian x Reader

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Cassian week 2024 Masterlist

Day 5: Scars

Summary: Seeing Reader thrown out of her home opens up Cassian's emotional wounds he thought had healed

Cw: None, used a trippy gif for fun ig

Cassian was on his way flying to Windhaven to check if the males were training their females, a part of him knew they weren't but that's why he went, to make them train them.

As he dived down to pull up, his wings spread wide, he caught a figure of a female in the mountains, curiously he landed on a thick tree bark to watch you. You wore a white gown, parts of it were covered in mud, torn in some places, and your wings were ruined, but he noted not fully, your wings could be saved.

Cassian couldn't believe his eyes as he watched you struggle through the dense forest. You looked like you had been running for hours, your clothes were tattered and stained with dirt and sweat. Your wings hung limply at your sides clearly damaged. His heart ached seeing your state, you were too young, he would guess barely a young adult, someone 18.

His eyes grew darker as a protective instinct roared in him, the urge to keep you safe, to give you shelter knawed at him, as if he's seen his own wounds in you. He saw in your eyes the female he wished he had known. Someone abandoned, too young, too voulnarable.

He stepped closer, careful not to startle you. His own wings, still strong and vibrant, flitted slightly behind him. He was tall and muscular, his skin a warm bronze colour under the sunlight filtering through the trees.

"Hello?" He called out softly, hoping to gain your attention without scaring you away. He spoke slowly, trying to keep his voice soothing and calm. "Are you alright? It looks like you've been through quite an ordeal."

His hazel eyes studied you carefully, there was a sign of fear in your gaze when you turned towards him.

You jerked back in surprise when you looked at him, a small whimper escaping your lips. The fear in your eyes was clear, but there was also a hint of relief that someone had found you. You didn't know who this man was or how he'd come across you, but right now, you needed help.

"You're… safe," he assured gently, holding up his hands in a non-threatening manner. "I won't hurt you." He took another step forward, doing his best to appear approachable.

He kept his distance, giving you space while also making sure you didn't try to flee into the dangerous wilderness again. There was something about you that resonated within him, a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Your wings fluttered weakly behind you, and he noticed how you instinctively tried to cover yourself with your arms. Clearly, you were used to being vulnerable and exposed, but Cassian wanted to change that.

"I can fix those wings of yours," He offered, nodding towards your injured wings. "And we can get you cleaned up too. You must have been through hell to end up like this."

"Yes," You managed to choke out between gasps for heavy breathing to keep yourself in check. "I… I was attacked and kicked out by... By this group of males…"

Your wings fluttered weakly as you tried to lift yourself off the ground, but it was clear that they needed serious repair before they would be usable again. "I have nowhere to go," you said, struggling to stand on shaky legs.

Cassian approached you with worry when your legs shookhe would've missed it if he didn't have your complete attention, "Y-you were thrown out?" His eyes held anger in them as he asked, "Why?"

"I…" You fumbled over your words, "I…"

Cassian sighed, feeling stupid for asking, he moved closer, extending one hand toward you reassuringly. "Shhh, you don't have to tell me." he murmured, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder. The gesture was meant to comfort but also served another purpose, giving you strength and energy as his Siphons glowed.

You looked at the red Siphons, then back up at him, "You're the General? Cassian?"

"Yes, I am, and you're safe now," He assured you softly. "What's your name, sweets?"

"y/n..." You offer, still marvelling at his Siphons.

"No one is going to harm you while I'm here. Come with me, I'll fly you to Velaris, alright? Rhys will understand your plight and give you a place to stay." Cassian offers

The offer seemed too good to be true and yet there was something about this stranger that made you trust him. With shaky steps, you followed Cassian into the clearing. The wind ruffled his dark hair and he picked you up, holding you close to his chest, ensuring that you were secure against him.

Once ready, Cassian launched himself skyward effortlessly, every flap of his powerful wings propelling them higher and faster until they disappeared into the clouds above.

You hold onto him, arms around his shoulders as you bury your face in his chest.

The feeling of safety and warmth enveloping you as you clung tightly to Cassian. His muscles rippled beneath your fingers with each powerful beat of his wings. The wind whipped around you both, tugging at your disheveled hair and clothing.

Cassian kept glancing back at you occasionally, making sure that you were okay. There was genuine concern etched across his features, his hazel eyes never leaving yours even though they were high above the ground below.

"You're doing great," He encouraged softly over the rush of wind in your ears. "We'll be there soon."

You give a nod as you look back at the mountains that seemed to have gotten smaller with how fast he was flying, you on your own had never flown that fast.

As the sun began its descent, casting an orange glow over the landscape far below, Cassian finally started to descend. He landed gracefully on a hilltop overlooking the city of Velaris, a beautiful sight bathed in twilight hues.

"We're here," He announced, setting you back on your feet. "Welcome to Velaris, y/n." He smiled warmly at you before taking your hand in his own, leading the way down into the heart of the city, outside the townhouse.

"This place..." You trailed off as you looked up from his chest, causing him to laugh.

"Yeah, I know," Cassian smiled, pulling you in, "Come now, let's introduce you to the High Lord and get you healed and settled." He knew Rhysand would let you stay, because something about you, reminded him of how his mother had been in your shoes, abandoned by her people and left to fend for herself. He'd never let another female live like that for even a second

You subconsciously lean into him, clearly nervous about meeting the High Lord face to face, "O-ok..."

Cassian paused, making you stop too, "Hey, look at me," He tilted your chin up, making you look at him, "I swear to you, I would never do anything to harm you, or take you somewhere you felt unsafe."

His words were comforting, but the anxiety was evident on your face. Cassian leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss across your forehead. The touch was fleeting yet filled with promise.

"Trust me," he urged softly. "Everything will be fine. I swear it." on my mother. He thought to himself, holding onto you hands.

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25 Days of Jegumus - Day 1 - Snowflake

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I know in late but I'm trying to get my love for writing back and I thought this could be fun!! I'll try upload Day 2 soon :3 <3

TW:

•Mentions of Walburgas A+ Parenting

•May not make sense as again, this is just me trying to love writing again/get better

•Our favourite homos

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Regulus sat in the astronomy tower, scarf wrapped around his neck and gloves clinging to his hands as he watched the snow fall. Tomorrow would be the day everyone goes home for the Christmas holidays, including him. He'd be back in that same old house, with his same old family, with their same old values.

With their same old abuse.

Whilst other families will be spending Christmas cosied up by the fire, opening presents, and having fun with loved ones, he'd be going about his day like it was any other because how dare the thought of celebrating a filthy muggle holiday even cross his mind. He has and never will be aloud to celebrate Christmas.

Just as Regulus was about to start moping some more about how much he was dreading tomorrow's train ride, the door to the astronomy tower burst open, making Regulus jump and let out a small squeel, and who other than James Fleamont fucking Potter to show up at a time like this huh?

James'face lit up at the sight of him, "Reggie, hi!" he said in that dumb angelic voice of his whilst wearing that stupidly gorgeous smile that he hated.

"What do you want, Potter? im busy!" Regulus said, eyes glaring trying to scare him away.

James looked at him, smile fading into a worried frown. "Is everything okay Reg..? What happened?" James makes his way over to Regulus, his eyebrows creased as he looked down at him, taking Regulus' hands in his. Regulus took a shakey breath.

"O-Of course i am?!" He stuttered, trying to keep up a cold act. "Why would it matter to you Potter, its none of your business!" He spits, again trying to make him go away. He was starting to get emotional now.

"Not when you're so clearly upset! I know you, you're gonna pretend like nothings wrong and try to get me to leave you alone, then you're gonna be up here for the next 4 or so hours upset out of your mind. So tell me Reggie, whats wrong?" James stated, still holding Regulus' hands gently. He began to tear up. How could James know him so well?

"I dont want to go home for Christmas" He lets out in one breath. Eyes tearing up at the thought of spending another Christmas without his brother; cold, sore, and alone.

"I-I hate it there James! If one word comes out of my mouth if ive not been spoken to i get hexed! The abuse was bad when Sirius was there but ever since he left its just gotten worse! Im scared to breath to loud around them James!" He breaks down, tears now spilling out of his eyes from all the built up pain and hurt he hasnt let out for the past 3 years.

James pulled him into his chest and held him closely as Regulus wept, holding on tight. "Shhh its okay..." James comforted.

James pulled away and held Regulus' face in his hands, wipping away the tears as best he can, and James' eyes lit up with an idea.

"Come home with me." He spluttered out, Regulus' gave a shocked expression, not expecting such a proposition.

"B-But- I cant! They'll come after me James! Dont be so nieve! If they find me theyll hurt you!" Regulus panicked, how could James think of such an idea?! it would only make things worse... right?

"Think about it Reg! Christmas with Sirius! And me of course but thats besides the point... and even if they do come looking for you we wont let them take you! Trust me Reggie" James says, looking into his eyes with hope and very poorly hidden excitement. And for somr reason, he does trust him. He sniffs and lets a small smile cross his face.

"I suppose... its not the worst idea your brains came up with..." Regulas says, slightly teasing. James lets out a laugh as a huge grin plants itslef on him. Something small, white and fragile catches james' attention, his eyes slowly following it before it lands on Regulus' red cold nose.

"A snowflake..." James murmured, a look of pure adoration in his eyes looking at the smaller boy who was trying to see the snowflake before it melted.

Regulus let out a small laugh before meeting his gaze. He gave a soft smile in return.

"Thank you James"

"Its my pleasure Reggie"

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"I cannot make speeches...If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me." --Jane Austen in Emma

Stiles awoke with a yell, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was dark, and it took him a bit to orient himself. That’s right. He’d fallen asleep on the couch at Derek and Peter’s apartment. 

The dream was still present with him, overlaying reality enough to make it hard to slow his heart, to unclench his fists from the blanket someone had apparently put over him while he slept. 

He heard rustling from the hall and a murmur of voices that made him snap his head toward the noise, heart picking up again. 

Then he registered the words, “Go back to bed, I’ve got him,” and his brain finally caught up to the fact that he’d simply woken up the whole house with his middle of the night terror. 

Someone came into the room then, and Stiles was apologizing before he even recognized who it was. “I’m so sorry. I’m fine now. You can go back to sleep.” 

It was Peter who knelt beside him, Stiles’s eyes adjusting enough to make out his face, and the one raised eyebrow he gave as he reached over to uncurl Stiles’s hands from the edge of the blanket. He hadn’t even realized he was still hanging on for dear life, as if the blanket could somehow shield him from anything that was coming. 

“I’m okay,” Stiles whispered, because despite his racing heart and the vivid images still splashed across his brain from his nightmare, he was objectively alright. Nobody would really be hurt if he spent the rest of the night alone trying and failing to fall asleep again. 

“Come on,” Peter said, holding out his hand. 

Stiles took it without protest. He’d learned that Peter was every bit as stubborn as he was, and while he sometimes enjoyed their arguments, he was too tired to push up against the brick wall of Peter’s resolve just now. 

Peter led him to his bedroom, and Stiles wished there was a light on so he could see it better. Despite how close they’d gotten over the past years, he’d yet to see it fully.  Peter’s bedroom was sacrosanct. Even Stiles and his endless curiosity knew it. It was the only part of the apartment he hadn’t poked his nose into every corner of. He’d glimpsed bits of it when Peter came in and out—rich wood, a king sized bed with dark linens, gray walls—but nothing significant. 

“You’ll see it in the morning,” Peter said, humor in his voice. He read Stiles’s mind accurately far too often. 

Peter pulled him into the bed with him, and tugged him right into the curve of his body, like this was something they did all the time. 

The shock of being brought into Peter’s bed and Peter’s arms seemed to have swept away a lot of the residue from his bad dream, but now his heart was racing for a different reason. 

“Shhh,” Peter soothed. He wrapped his hand around the back of Stiles’s neck and pulled him closer still, until Stiles wrapped his arms around him and pressed his nose into the crook of his neck. 

He breathed in Peter’s scent: warm sleepy skin, a lingering of the light, woodsy cologne he wore, and that undefinable smell that was just the Hale family scent, one that had begun to smell like home to Stiles. 

Peter’s hand rubbed in soothing strokes up and down his back, and Stiles let himself relax into it. 

He didn’t let himself think about Peter much outside of annoyance or friendship or any other platonic feelings Peter had managed to raise in him on any given day. He’d slammed the door shut on anything that spoke of love, or even a crush. He’d had enough unrequited love in his lifetime. 

Yet here in the dark, wrapped up in Peter’s arms, his longing slammed into him like a freight train. It left him in fragments of ache and want and hurt and please. 

He clung to Peter and he squeezed his lips together because none of this could come out. He wouldn’t let it ruin what little bit of peace he’d managed to carve out. 

Then Peter was pulling back and Stiles used every bit of willpower he had not to whimper. 

Peter’s voice was low but urgent. “What’s wrong?” 

He furrowed his brow. Had Peter smelled something of his emotions? But then Peter swiped his thumb across Stiles’s cheekbone, and he realized he was crying. 

“Baby, what is it? Is it the nightmare?” 

Stiles let out a hitching breath at the endearment, the ache blossoming behind his sternum. “I just want this so much,” he whispered, as if the darkness would swallow it up for him, let him say it without consequences. 

Of course the darkness did no such thing, and in any case he was dealing with someone with super hearing. It was a futile hope. 

“What is it that you want?” Peter asked. 

“You. This. Falling asleep beside you. Waking up beside you. Arguing with you,” he was still whispering, still pretending it couldn’t blow up in his face. 

Peter did not whisper. He flopped on his back and covered his face with his hand and said vehemently, “Thank fuck. Finally.” 

Stiles’s mouth dropped open. “What?” 

“Sweetheart, I’ve been trying to woo you since the moment I met you. I was about to give up.” 

“What?” Stiles said again, feeling remarkably stupid even as his heart fluttered. 

Peter laughed, and it sounded incredulous. “I flirt with you constantly, I compliment you and defend you, I’ve eaten—and paid for—more meals with you at that insufferable diner you love so much more than I’ve eaten anywhere else in this town. I keep you and your dad stocked in meat and fresh vegetables from the farmer’s market. I bought you your last laptop! I’ve never had to work so hard for anyone in my life.” He laughed again, pulling at his own hair like he maybe wanted to tear it up by the roots. 

Stiles’s cheeks heated because yeah, it did seem incredibly obvious in retrospect. “Sorry?” He said, grimacing. 

Peter rolled back to his side, cupped Stiles’s cheek with his hand. “Don’t be sorry,” he said, voice gone soft and tender, “I loved every second of it.”  

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“You should probably kiss me now,” Stiles said. 

“I’ve done all the work so far,” Peter countered, “maybe you should kiss me first.” 

That seemed fair enough. Stiles nudged Peter until he rolled onto his back, and then he laid half on top of him, propping himself up on one elbow so he could really get a good look at him. He leaned forward and kissed Peter gently on the cheek. “You’re everything to me,” he said. 

Peter looked away, like Stiles being soft with him was almost more than he could take. “Stiles,” he said, and his voice sounded rough and a little desperate. 

“I’m going to make you so happy,” Stiles promised, then added, “I mean, I’m going to keep making you insane too because that’s, like, a core part of our dynamic, but you’re going to be happy about that too.”  

“I know,” Peter said. He smiled, and it was genuine and beautiful and kind of made it hard to breathe. 

Stiles cradled Peter’s head with his hand, and then he kissed him. Slow and sweet, and then hard and passionate and then slow and sweet again. 

He was going to have to create a new file system just to store Peter’s little moans and intakes of breath and the way his hands wouldn’t stop roaming all over Stiles’s body. 

Hours later, he lay with his head on Peter’s chest and Peter said, “I love you,” like it was a simple fact. Like it wasn’t too soon, or complicated at all. 

Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe this would be the one thing that got to be easy for them. For once in his life he decided to be an optimist. 

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✨Always ✨(A Short Broppy Oneshot)

Idk. Hahahahahahagaga- I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK HELP-

Poppy felt her eyes open, bleary and unable to completely see through the dark.

Dark? What? Why was it so dark in here...?

Immediately she sat up, her head already pounding. She gripped her head and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force away the pain. The pain was extremely familiar.

So was this room, actually, but, ughhh, the dumb brain wasn't training at the moment.

She felt tears squeeze through her eyelids, unsure if it was from now tight she was closing them or from the throbbing of her head.

She gave a light moan as more tears dripped down. What was wrong with her?!

"Shhh...lay back down, Poppy."

The voice was extremely familiar as well, but she jumped. No one has been beside her a few minutes ago.

Before she opened her eyes, Poppy felt a wet cloth placed on her forehead. It felt so wonderful and she gave a soft sigh.

A hand gently guided her back down, then caressed her cheek for a while.

Poppy peeked between her eyelids. A blue troll with the softest blue eyes filled with concern and love looked down at her.

 "...Branch..."

 Her voice croaked the name before her brain processed it, as if her eyes had remembered his face before her brain and had told her mouth themselves what to say.

She smiled, thinking about how messed up her thinking was.

Branch returned the smile, looking a bit relieved. "Don't think too much. It'll hurt you." He chuckled. "Usually I tell you to do the opposite."

Poppy felt her mind clear a bit more at the chuckle. She remembered how much she loved his laugh.

 "What...hhhhh," she sighed, the pain returning, "what happened?"

"Don't worry. Just a sugar rush." Branch's smile was strained, as if he was trying to convince himself too. "You collapsed at the party. Right after mentioning..."

He stopped.

"Mentioning what?" Poppy whispered.

Branch frowned slightly at her for a bit. "Poppy... I think you need a vacation."

Poppy sat up quickly, then immediately regretted it. "Why? I have so many things to do!"

"Exactly. You mentioned...pressure. Stress. That's not good for you. Everyone needs a break, Poppy. Even queens." Branch took her hand and forced her back down, pressing the cloth against her forehead once again.

She sighed. Maybe she shouldn't move.

"Just a sugar rush?" Poppy asked.

"Yup." Branch smirked. "Usually I would be worried about your health, but I know you've gone through worse, so I won't worry as long as you promise to be more careful."And

Poppy didn't promise anything. She asked immediately, "And you brought me here?"

Branch flushed. "What do you mean?" He knew what she meant.

"When I collapsed. You brought me here instead of to my house."

That's why it was so dark, she had realized. It wasn't her pod. It was the bunker.

Branch shrugged, still flushed.

"Why?"

" Well... I don't know." He sighed. "Poppy, your life is such a chaotic mess all the time, I never am sure you're completely alright unless I'm there."

Poppy grinned. "What you're trying to say is that you were worried about leaving me there alone and so you took me here. Right?"

"Right." He nodded.

"Without bothering to ask Viva to stay with me at my pod," Poppy added teasingly. "I know she would have."

Branch rolled his eyes.

"She offered to, didn't she?"

Branch groaned. "Of course she did! But I can't make sure you're always safe when you're not with me!" He let out an annoyed scoff. "Go to sleep. You'll get a headache."

"I can't always be safe, y'know?" Poppy teased. 

"Yeah, well, I can make sure you always are when I can help it," Branch replied.

"Always is a strong word."

"That's why I'm using it."  Branch looked grumpy for a bit, then looked back at her and smiled gently. "Close your eyes."

Poppy suddenly felt the headache return, and realized she didn't really want to be alone. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "Are you staying? Can you stay?"

"Always."

The smile in his voice was evident . She smiled also when he whispered, "Besides, this is my bed. I need to sleep too, y'know. "

When she felt him slip under the covers next to her, and wrap his arms around her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure, Branch was a worrywart.

But that just meant he would always be there for her. Always watch out for her. Always love her.

And she would always love that about him. 

Always was definitely her new favorite word. And she had a lot of words She loved. Party, Fun, Cupcakes...

But none of them were always.

She smiled as she nuzzled her still pounding head into his arm, which wrapped tighter around her as his soft breathing helped her drift to sleep.

Welp. I don't know, but it is finished. Thanks for reading, ur the bestest! ❤ 

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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

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Triggers: uh yeah we got some double penetration and breath play, light degradation

Chapter Four: RUNRUNRUN

Your week with König went by way too fast for either of your likings. From barely any contact to finding every single sweet spot on the other had been the most decadent experience and you never wanted it to end. Not for the first time since bringing it up with Ghost and then sharing this intimacy with König, you caught yourself daydreaming about what life with these two men would be like. They both had their issues, but who didn’t when they were affiliated with the military? It worked with Ghost and somewhere in the hopeful part of your brain you thought you could make it work with König too. Them together though? That was the next big hurdle.

You were laying on König’s chest, his hand stroking through the strands of your hair when the front door opened. “So I am taking it everything went off without a hitch?” You jumped up from your spot on the couch and leapt into Ghost’s arms. Peppering his mask with kisses you poured out your love. “I missed you so much, Simon.” He held onto you and tipped his head, or tried to in between your kiss barrage, to König who was standing somewhere behind you. It would seem that your big Austrian lost his voice again because when Ghost asked him how the week went he just lifted a shoulder and nodded. You untangled yourself from Ghost’s embrace and walked over to stare up at your other man. “König, are you okay?” You grabbed one of his hands, dwarfing your own. “Yes, Mein Schätzelein.” But he wasn’t staring back at you, he was locked onto Ghost’s gaze. You tilted your head to the side confused and considered what was going on between them.

Ghost walked over and put his hands on your waist. “Now that I’m home love, I think we should play a little game. Just the three of us.” You leaned back into him, still holding König’s hand and the connection with the two sent sparks flying across your skin. Caught between them you asked with a smirk, “What kind of game?” König leaned forward and bent so he was eye level with you. His gorgeous eyes smoldered in such a delicious way that it was nearly impossible not to lean in and pull up his mask to kiss him.

“Simon and I are going to hunt you through the woods.” You sucked in a breath, wetness pooling between your legs instantly. Ghost spoke softly into your ear, “And when we catch you, we are both going to fuck you until we break you.”

You could feel the adrenaline coating your tongue. You wanted that more than anything in the entire world. “Okay, when do we start?” Your men laughed in sync and your heart fluttered happily. König pulled your hand and Ghost’s grip on your waist sent you in the direction of the back door. Your house backed up against a dense wood and when you three stepped outside you realized it was drizzling. It was dusk, the light fleeing with the day and the thought of running through the trees with these trained operatives hunting you made you want to scream in excitement.

“Run, love.” Ghost whispered from behind you. “Yes, run liebling.”

…

Your breaths whooshed out of you, entirely too loud in the forest and fully threatening to give your hiding spot away. By your approximation you had avoided capture from your men for about fifteen minutes and while it was exhilarating, your body was vibrating with sexual tension. You wanted to be caught. They were trained for this and you were very unprepared. You pulled your tank top away from your sweat and rain soaked skin and listened for any indication they had found you.

You were staring into a thicket of smaller trees planning your next move when a muscled arm banded around your waist. You shrieked, part in excitement and part in surprise. “Shhh little girl, you’ve been caught.” The deep German accent made you want to relax into König’s arms but before you could he threw you over his shoulder. “König! What are you doing!” You wriggled around, trying in vain to get down before he slapped your ass sharply. A moan slipped from your lips without warning.

König walked for a while, his big hand resting on your ass just begging for another reason to spank you when you arrived at a clearing in the trees. Stepping through and setting you down, König revealed Ghost standing next to a large flat stone. It looked archaic and you wondered how you had never known it was here before. As if it was waiting to reveal itself until the right time. Ghost walked forward and ran his hands up your bare arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When he reached the neckline of your tank top, he ripped it right in two. You gasped, your body exposed suddenly. König reached around your hips to drag your leggings off, leaving you in your bra and thong. They didn’t say a word, leading you to the stone. Ghost lifted you onto it and gestured for you to lie down. He positioned your arms above your head and your fingers gripped the edge of the stone.

It was König’s turn to caress your skin, trailing his hands down your waist and thighs in a hypnotic rhythm. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation when you heard the snick of a knife being unsheathed. You looked down and both men were giving you their eyes, standing on either side of the stone at your thighs. König ran the tip of the knife up your stomach, your eyes fluttered closed. He sliced through your bra expertly and when you opened your eyes once more you saw him hand the knife to Ghost who quickly shredded your thong into tatters at your waist. A thought flitted through your mind that this might be the single most erotic thing you had ever been part of.

“Here is what’s going to happen, love.” You locked gazes with Ghost, listening to his every word. “You’re going to close your eyes for us. König is going to feast on your pretty little pussy and I am going to fuck your mouth.” You bit your lip and nodded. He winked at you and that was the last thing you saw as you obeyed and closed your eyes.

The loss of sight was freeing, allowing you to feel every caress, every kiss against your skin. Just as König’s warm breath coasted over your drenched pussy, you felt Ghost’s hand grip your jaw, demanding you open your mouth. Like the good girl you are, you obeyed once more. He traced your lips with the head of his impressive cock, smearing precum around like lipstick. His grip relaxed as he slipped inside your mouth, simultaneous with König’s wide tongue licking through your folds. You let out a strangled moan around Ghost’s cock, barely able to breathe as you sucked and licked him. He rocked his hips into you, allowing you to take him deep into your throat, the angle your head laid on the stone making it difficult but you were determined. König circled your clit with his tongue, slipping a thick finger into you and curling it to hit your g-spot. You nearly choked on Ghost but ultimately surrendered to the ecstasy of their twin assaults on you.

As König ate your pussy and Ghost fucked your face, your mind spiraled out in pleasure and sensation, wanting, no needing more. Needing everything. König was busy biting your clit and slipping a third finger into you when you felt Ghost’s rhythm start to stutter. He pulled out and shoved a hand through your hair. “You are such a good fucking girl, aren’t you.” You whimpered, König’s fingers stretching you and Ghost’s grip in your hair turning sharp pain into a delicious buzz. You were so close, climbing the peak to your orgasm, but König knew your body by now and he wasn’t letting you have it. “Just one more finger, Shatz.” You cried out at the intrusion of a fourth finger, stretching you in an impossible way. You needed to come. You needed more. He sucked on your clit and pumped his fingers as Ghost’s hand left your hair to come to rest on your neck, slowly applying pressure.

Your orgasm exploded out of you and your scream could probably be heard a mile away but fireworks were detonating in your brain sending shockwaves through your body and you rode König’s fingers with abandon. Ghost let up on your throat and you sucked in a breath, a second orgasm triggering without warning. König let out a string of German curses and your body writhed against the rain soaked stone in a dance of gratification.

You came down as a feather floating back to Earth. Your breathing evened out and yet your body still felt like a live wire. Ghost’s lips met your own in a familiar way. “Open your eyes.” You blinked into the darkness, the forest providing a twilight only bright enough to see right in front of you. The rain was starting to pick up and you swore you heard thunder in the distance. You looked up into Simon’s eyes and felt such a rush of love and desire it nearly leveled you. He pulled you up into his lap, König removing his hands from you. Ghost was completely naked, and you wished you had better light to worship the sight of him. He laid down, pulling you into position with his still hard cock sliding through your swollen pussy lips. You moaned and rocked against him, desperate for everything he could give you. He chuckled darkly, “No baby, you’re going to take both of us. Not just me.” Your eyes widened at the prospect. Each man was impossibly large on their own but both of them at once? You probably wouldn’t survive, but God you wanted to try.

You felt König’s hands coast down your spine to your hips that were still rhythmically grinding against Ghost’s cock. Ghost notched himself at your entrance and he lowered you down, impaling you. You yearned for the feel of him inside you, the way he fit you so perfectly but you were restless knowing you could have more. Ghost pulled you closer, “Now, König.” Your brain zipped with awareness as König slid his pierced cock through your juices. You heard him spit and knew you would need every bit of the lubrication. It wasn’t until he lined himself up against Ghost and entered you that you realized just how full you were going to be. König’s four fingers were nothing compared to the stretch and pain of taking both of them in your pussy at once. You cried out and Ghost kissed you to swallow the sound, reaching between you to circle your clit with his thumb. König had one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder as he slid inch by inch inside you. Ghost groaned out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You heard König’s shaky breaths behind you, grunts of exertion and a small moan. After an eternity of Ghost rubbing your clit you finally relaxed enough to take König completely.

“Fuck, God, liebling.” You could hardly breathe with the pressure of them both inside you. “Please.” You begged. “Please fuck me.” You didn’t know who you were begging but they had to move. Ghost bucked his hips, his cock sliding against König’s inside of you and together they found a pace that worked, using you as a fuck doll, you were just along for the incredible ride. “Oh my God!” You cried out as König’s piercing hit that special spot inside of you while Ghost was rubbing against your g-spot. You were so full and so overstimulated you had no idea what the feeling welling up inside you was. Ghost’s thumb on your clit and their cocks sliding against each other, their tangled moans and grunts was enough to send you flying over the edge. When your orgasm crashed like a wave over you and you gripped them tight enough for them to shout you realized for the first time in your life you may have squirted. They kept up their pace, holding onto you, onto each other as they fucked you within an inch of your life.

König’s voice broke behind you, “Tell us who you belong to.” You could barely form a thought but this was something you knew for certain. When they pounded into you in unison you screamed, “Yours! Both of yours!” You felt like crying, this was so much. Ghost said darkly below you, “That’s right love, because you’re our little whore who likes being shared between the two of us.” You nodded, loving the hint of degradation but the possession most of all.

They upped their pace and you felt another orgasm ready to be wrung from you. You couldn’t stop it if you wanted to. Ghost came first, biting down on your shoulder. You came directly after, squeezing König’s cock so hard he cried out and came without warning.

They rocked into you, slowly pulling out and you felt more empty than you ever had in your life with their absence. König’s voice was hoarse and sex drunk, “Look how pretty you are Mein Liebe, our come dripping out of you.”

Ghost rolled you off him and onto your back, both men coming to their knees on either side of you on the stone. They each stroked a hand through your hair and down your body and your eyes closed without your permission at the tender aftercare. Thunder announced itself suddenly, the rain pouring harder. Just as lightning crashed above you, you looked up at your men and saw them both maskless. They were gazing down at you adoringly and you felt so complete you could die.

“König, it’s you.” A tear slipped from the corner of your eye as you saw his true smile for the very first time. “It’s me.” He bent down and kissed you, gripping the sides of your face. You felt Ghost’s hand slip into yours and squeeze, respecting how significant this moment was.

Note from Tatooinequeen: hehehehehe that’s all

@mariaflor873

[seasons-beatings]

Happy holidays, @lettherebepain!

cedric's head hurt. he felt dizzy, nauseous, tired. he opened his eyes, realizing with worry that wherever he was, it was so dark that he couldn't see his surroundings.

chained to the wall, his hands above his head, a gag stuffed down his throat, he felt so helpless. not for the first time. and it certainly wouldn't be the last. but he hated it nonetheless.

he struggled against his restraints, a growl of indignation building in his throat. how dare someone treat him like this?

"MMNNGH!" he yelled angrily as the door opened and light flooded his eyes, making him blink rapidly.

"oh, you poor thing," a middle aged, red haired human said, kneeling down next to cedric and ruffling his fingers through the elf's hair.

"NNHHH," cedric protested.

"you're adorable. just like i was told you would be." he stroked a finger down his cheek, then slowly slid the gag out of his mouth, wiping a line of drool from his chin.

"FUCK YOU! YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS! EMIL WON'T STAND FOR IT!" cedric screamed out.

the man took a step back as if to admire him, laughing a bit at his remark.

"oh, you poor poor dear. emil's dead, darling. i've gone and killed him." he smiled triumphantly.

"no. no, NO, YOU'RE LYING! YOU'RE SCUM!" he thrashed against his restraints, starting to panic despite himself.

"am i, though? or will you come to love me?" he said.

"you're crazy, you're DERANGED!" cedric yelled.

the man's doe-brown eyes hardened. "i wonder... i am quite satisfied with you, but i might be more satisfied if..." he muttered something inaudible to himself. "yes. yes. fix him." he said and walked out of the room, leaving cedric in darkness again.

cedric screamed curses after him, tears pricking at his eyes as he wondered if emil was really dead.

he didn't know how long he was there alone, in the pitch black of the cold room.

finally, the door opened, but it wasn't the homey looking man that came through it this time. it was a man that looked the same but with an entirely different demeanor, with his red hair in a bun and wearing surgical scrubs, holding some scary looking silver tools.

"huh? what the hell's wrong with you, are we gonna roleplay now? is that it?" cedric growled out.

the man didn't seem to respond or react, instead he came closer to the writhing man, and pricked him in the neck with a needle.

his world began to go dark. he struggled to keep his eyes open, but eventually they closed.

"wake up, baby. how do you feel?" a soft masculine voice said.

he struggled to open his drowsy eyes, he felt like he was enveloped in a thick blanket of sleep, the world felt wrong.

"are you still a bit out of it? hmm? that's okay. shhh. rest."

cedric opened his mouth, he wanted to tell the man that this was crazy, he didn't know what was going on, but nothing came out.

nothing came out, except a muted pain from his throat.

"aww.. poor cedric can't be rude to me anymore, how sad!" the man said in delight. "much, much better. now, after a few months of training we'll get started on sign language so you can communicate. but until then... you'd better behave." his eyes glinted dangerously.

cedric let out a rough sob, dazed and scared. tears collected in his eyes and dripped down his cheeks, falling from his face until the man cupped his chin in his hands and stroked at his nose.

he didn't have the strength to protest or get away.

"much better, cedric. well improved. now... i'll leave you to rest." he said, getting up to leave.

panic rose within him. he didn't want to be alone again.

but no matter how much he opened and closed his mouth, nothing came out.

he would never speak again.

[giggly-squiggily]

H2D ARE REALLY OPEN?!?! (I'm just excited, am not yelling at you lol)

Okayyy so ever since S3 I've been craving something with genya shinazugawa and I was looking for the right person to ask and I believe that person would be you :3

Hm.. I dunno how to ask this as if it were a headcanon lol- so uh could you do sanemi helping genya go to sleep after like a nightmare? Or something like that- slight fluff if that's okay, if not that's perfectly fine! I headcanon this just cuz well, we all know sanemi loves his little brother and I feel like if he was in the mood he would actually be "nice?" to him??

Feel free to decline this request ofc <3

🐸 - anon

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

YESH! (No worries excited/happy yelling is always welcome!) This got a bit more heavy then planned but eh- we're rolling with it! I hope you like it, Froggy! (And don't worry- I do have some Sanemi Genya tickly antics planned in the future if you were looking for that :3)

CW: Swearing, sick-fic (nothing graphic, just a fever), angst, Demon Slayer Swordsmith Village Spoilers.

“He has a fever- we want to monitor him overnight in case it gets worse. I know you don’t want to hear it but I figured I’d tell you while you’re here.”

Damn that Shinobu! Why’d she have to go and give him the Genya update? It was absolutely plotted- she knew once she said “Genya” and “Collapsed” in the same sentence he’d freak. He was originally going off to train with Tomioka, but now here he was- sitting by his sleeping, flushed brother with a bucket of cold water and rags.

Damn her and her direct attacks at his soft spots!

Damn Giyu for being so freaking understanding and wishing Genya better health!

Damn the small part of him that couldn’t walk away when his brother got sick…

“You freaking brat- who told you to overwork yourself like this?” Sanemi growled as he glared at his brother, expression softening some at the pinched look he wore. “Genya?”

“Mmm…n-no. No! Stay away…please…no, brother-!”

Sanemi felt his heart drop. Was Genya…dreaming of him?

“Please! Brother-brother! Don’t take him away! Please-” Genya was squirming in the sheets, fists shaking as they clutched the fabric knuckle white. He was sweating- definitely delirious. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes as he weakly called out. “N-Nemi! Nemi, where are you?”

“Shhh, I’m right here. I’m right here.” Sanemi moved before he could think, closing the distance between him and Genya as he clutched his hand. “I’m right here…Nemi’s right here.”

“N-Nemi?” Tears leaked, racing down Genya’s face. “Ne-emi, I’m so-sorry!”

“I know.” Sanemi squeezed his hand tighter.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I c-couldn’t..I couldn’t s-save you…”

“You did. I’m right here. I’m saved…You did good, kid.” Sanemi spoke, voice hoarse from the sudden lump in his throat. “Don’t worry…N-Nemi’s here.”

Genya took a few shaking breaths, eyes hidden by the wet rag across his brow. When he stopped moving and his breathing returned to a sleepy pace, Sanemi carefully replaced the rag with another, pressing the back of his hand against Genya’s cheek. It was cooler- still feverish, but better. Good- he’d be okay.

“You saved me more times than you realize, Genny. You’re one of the only reasons I haven’t rolled over and died yet.” Sanemi spoke, voice barely above a whisper as he brushed his brother’s hair back, the same way he did when they were kids. “So get better, and stop worrying so much, okay? I’ll…I’ll try to be better for you. I promise.”

The next morning, Genya woke up fever free and alone. Strangely enough, his chest felt just a tad lighter than before. 

“Huh… think I dreamt of brother last night."

[lillyliketowrite]

🙈Hide and go seek🙈

(Requested by @trash-raccoon-boy)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Swish, Swish, left, right, uppercut, sidekick.

The six eared Macaque was showing MK good weak spots on his test dummy. Each hit harder than the last. His breath hitching with every hit. He then took out his dark purple glowing staff, then smack. The dummy’s stuffing went all over the place. MK didn’t see it, as he was too distracted with Macaque’s lantern. He has been trying to to regress for hours. It’s been killing him. But of course, his regression won in the end and he reached out to touch the lantern.

“Kid?” Macaque turned around. He then yelped as he gripped MK’s hand and yanked it away.

“KID, YOU CAN’T TOUCH THAT!!!” He yelled, a mix of relief and anger. MK shook a bit, startled by Macaque’s yelling. He began to tear up.

“M…Mad?” He sniffled, his lower lip quivering. Macaque’s angry expression turned to one of guilt. He sighed.

“No bud… I’m not mad. It’s just… that lantern is dangerous… I’m sorry, MK, I shouldn’t have let it out in the open.” Macaque said, progressively speaking more softly. MK was already tearing up, as he gripped his hands out to Macaque. He sighed then chuckled.

“What am I gonna do with you?..” He said, picking MK up and bouncing him lightly. “Shhh… I’m sorry for being a meanie, that wasn’t nice…” Macaque comforted, rubbing his back as he bounced him. Continuing to shush and bounce him, walking out of the training room into his bedroom. He set MK down on the bed, as he was still crying, startled by the yelling. Macaque frowned.

“Okay… how about this. What’s it gonna take for you to stop crying?” Macaque asked MK, MK looked up at Macaque. He slowly calmed down, then smiled.

“Play!” He shouted excitedly. The reason he loved playing with Macaque so much is because he doesn’t really like doing it, but he is the best at playing hide and seek. Wukong and Mei are usually the ones who play with him. Macaque is kind of the “downtime-chill” kinda caregiver. He groaned, not too audibly, trying not to make MK cry again.

“Okay, fine. What do you want to play?” He sighed as he rubbed his eyes. MK clapped his hands and thought for a moment.

“Hi an see! Oh! Nu… um… tag! Nu, wait! Hi an see!” MK spoke, if you couldn’t tell, he was quite indecisive. Macaque smiled softly, then chuckled.

“Okay, kid. Let me guess… you want me to count?” He raised a brow. MK nodded. He didn’t like counting or finding people, so he always “let” Macaque do it. Macaque covered his eyes with his hand.

“1…2…” He snickered slightly as MK gasped and Macaque could hear him running, trying to find a hiding spot.

“28…29..30. Ready or not, here I co-“ He paused, and started to laugh a bit. He sees MK’s shoes under a curtain with a bulk. He chuckled, then played along.

“Hmm? I wonder where he is? He’s such a great hider, that’s odd…” He spoke as he got closer to the curtain. He reached out to get it.

“Maybe he’s behind… HERE!” He snatched back the curtain to see a pillow, and his shoes. He gasped lightly, then tilted his head.

“Huh?” He spoke, folding back the curtain before looking for him again. Before he could even turn around, MK tackled him in a hug.

“BOO!” MK shouted, making Macaque jump. MK was laughing up a storm, as Macaque catched his breathing, holding his heart. He turned around and took MK in his arms.

“You cheeky little monkey!” He shouted as he tickled MK’s sides. Their laughter filling the room, as Macaque kept tickling him. MK then escaped his grasp, smiling contently. Macaque kneeled on one knee.

“Wow, that was smart, kid. Good job…” He praised as he ruffled his hair. MK giggled then smoothed his hair back up. He then yawned, rubbing an eye. Macaque chuckled.

“Okay, sugarplum… naptimeeee~” He says in a sing song voice. MK’s eyes shot up as he booked it. Macaque gasped then went to follow him, not running but speed walking. He chuckled.

“Cmon, bud! You can’t hide forever!” He yelled out, looking around. He then sees a hair poking out from under a tablecloth. He snickered as he kneeled down.

“Mk~ Life would be so much easier if you get your nap time.” He smiled as he sat down and leaned against the table leg, an arm on his raised knee. No response. He looked back at the table.

“MK?” He lifted the tablecloth.

“M-, oh.” He chuckled and smiled softly to see MK, under the table, sucking his thumb asleep. He chuckled as he placed a portal under MK, the portal transporting to the top of Macaque as he catched MK from the portal. Rocking him softly, he made his way to the bed. He noticed his thumb, and took it out of his mouth, his response? Whining. Macaque shushed him, and quickly put the pacifier in his mouth.

“Shhh… there we go.. now, let’s get you out of those clothes…” He told himself. He pulled MK close to the edge of the bed and took off his pants and shirt, carefully putting him in a pajama set that Wukong brought, just in case he slipped in training. He was about to put on his pants until he hummed.

“Would he need a diaper…? Nah… maybe? A pull up, at least..” He spoke to himself once more as he got him a pull up, cream and powder. He changed him into the pull up with no problem. He was used to it, seeing as he was raised taking care of the cubs, who of course, weren’t potty trained yet. He smiled as he saw MK look content with his pjs and pull up. He picked him up, and started to rock him. He was a bit afraid to put him down, as he’s afraid of he left him, he’d get into something or cry for him. So he just held him.

And held him he did~

***I was literally laughing so hard on class because this is too cute. Thx to the lovely bunny who requested this! Please please PLEASE go to my requests post and put any littlespace (sfw) request in there! Check out my wattpad! Byee honey bunnies!***

[gauze-valley]

WIP WEDNESDAY!! TUESDAY?

@kris-mage-fics has tagged me for WIP Wednesday!! so I am naturally doing it on a Tuesday instead!

I'm using this as an excuse to post a little more of what I shared here, continuing from where that post left off!

I don't know a whole lot of people but I think I get to tag people now so I'm tagging

@maytheratseatureyes, @hostfulchaos, @explosionbob, and @yondamoegi! feel free to share anything ur working on if u'd like to/have anything! no pressure whatsoever though ♥

CW: Infected wound, graphic description of pain/pain-induced panic, sappy dialogue that I almost removed but friends voted for me to keep because to be cringe is to be free

[~half a page, 3rd person POV, OC/non-fandom]

Sixten follows his instructions as fast as he can while still making sure his hands are thoroughly clean first. He kneels in front of him and gently presses the cloth to the flushed, swollen wound. Even without medical training, he can tell by the smell that it's infected, yet he hadn't even known it was there until now.

Ira’s face contorts in pain at the pressure, and he tries to stifle his sobs in order to keep still. 

“It's okay. You're doing good,” Six assures him, trying his best to be gentle. It's in vain- even the lightest touch makes it sear.

“I'm- I'm sorry, I just can't- I couldn't keep doing it alone. I'm so tired, it hurts so fucking bad.” His voice breaks and falters into whines as he tries to hold back. 

“Shhh. Shhh, it's okay,” Six repeats. “I don't mind helping. How long has this been here? Since that attack on Thursday?”

Ira nods, with a grimace. “There's just- there's just been so much to do, I didn't mean to let it get like this, I didn't mean to-” he breaks down again. Every sob and shiver sends wave after wave of pain through his body.

In a vain attempt to make it stop, he tries to make his breaths shallow, but it leaves him dizzy from lack of air, causing him to gasp, causing the pain to surge through him all over again until he’s sobbing harder.

 “It hurts- it just hurts so much. I can't,” he starts to cough from the strain of crying. 

With the wound cleaned, Six disposes of the cloth and kneels back next to him, wrapping his arms around him without making him bend and lovingly stroking his hair.

“My poor baby, I'm so sorry. You haven't done anything wrong, I promise, and I'm here, okay?" Six hopes it's not obvious how anxious he is. "I'll be here the whole time. So will Joy, and he'll be back soon. You'll be okay.”

[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/759000163083747328/nora-was-going-to-meet-aemond-at-harrenhall-after?source=share

Alicent had gone with Helaena to the Sept early that morning to pray for Nora's safe journey to meet Aemond at Harrenhall. On the carriage ride back home Alicent saw her daughter growing so twitchy and anxious, so she shut the curtains and coaxed sweet Helaena nearer. "Mother," Helaena whispered, as Alicent slid down the shoulders and sleeves of her rich green gown. "I'm here," Alicent whispered. "It's all going to be alright." Her breasts were freed, and Hel latched so quickly- her daughter's need surprised her greatly- it seemed all her children were so needy in their own way. Hel lapped and suckled and Alicent stroked her back, shushing her gently as she felt Helaena's hand slither between her legs under her skirt. Since when was her sweet Hel so adept in navigating a woman's pleasure? Nora's doing, she was sure, though as Helaena circled her clit so well, Alicent did not complain.

"Oh, my sweetest girl," Alicent panted. "Touching Mother's pussy so, so well-" Alicent came so quickly on her daughter's fingers, and she gasped softly when Helaena wiped the slick of her mother's cunt from her fingers and smeared it over the spit-slicked nipple from which she suckled, before latching on again and whining softly at how good it tasted, her Mother's slick mixed with the scent and taste of her skin.

When they returned to the Red Keep, she found Aegon pacing as Nora tried to ease him on the matter of her departure.

"Sunfyre is needed here, with you, Tessarion and Daeron will return to the Reach once again, and we have sent Hugh Hammer on Vermithor to deal with Cregan Stark's greybeards. You must let me go to the Riverlands, brother," Nora said gently. "I-" Aegon's breaths were staggered- he loathed this part of being King. Nora locked eyes with her mother and nodded, as she entered the room. "Aegon?" Alicent spoke in a soft voice. Aegon turned around and said gruffly, "I know, Mother- I know I must sent Nora away-" "I know this is difficult," Alicent said carefully. "But...I am still here. And so is Helaena." Alicent placed a hand over Aegon's. Nora watched on carefully, as Aegon looked up at Alicent in surprise. A gentle touch from her unravelled him so easily. "Mother-" "Shhh," Alicent carefully shifted closer, bringing his head to her bosom. "I'm sorry I was so harsh before, my son." Alicent murmured. "What great King you are becoming." "Really?" Aegon asked in a small voice. "Really," Alicent said softly. "I should not have begrudged you your desire for revenge. Those who took Jaehaerys from us deserve no mercy, My King." "Mother," Aegon clung to her, as Alicent had seen him to do his sisters. She petted his head and felt his tears dampening her gown. "Mother will comfort you while your sister is gone," Alicent said gently. "Would you like that? My baby?" Aegon glanced over at Nora, who nodded approvingly to him, before he said, "Y-Yes Mother." Nora came up behind her Mother, and said lowly, "Let our Mother take care of you, Aeg." Nora deftly tugged down Alicent's gown at the front, and Aegon's eyes widened. He watched Nora toy with Alicent's nipples, watching her nipples pebble so quickly. Like a babe trained to nurse Aegon latched hungrily- his suckling more forceful than either of his sisters. As she let him, she briefly wondered how Aemond and Daeron would suckle- but she knew she'd learn soon enough.

Of course Aegon is so hungry, poor lovely boy. Nora smile softly to herself at the image in front of her. Their family had never been more united now and it would only bring them power.

Alicent gently stroked his soft locks; whispering sweet nothings in his. His hands grabbed at her hips to keep her impossibly closer as his hot moth moved to her other pretty, pebbled nipple and sucked. All the while his eyes squeezed shut as if it was a dream.

Nora took that moment to step from the room to finally join her brother.

[ranveer--singh]

The nights are tasteless without you: part 10 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

"Happy Anniversary babe," he typed and Maddy heard her phone beep and saw Ari's message which confused her. 

"What anniversary jaan," she typed, looking through her calendar to see if she missed any important dates.

"Babe how could you forget our two month anniversary," Ari typed feeling a little sad. Maddy  covered her mouth and whispered "aga bai" to herself. 

"I'm sorry jaan, it completely slipped my mind," she said, tears trickling down her face. She cursed, looking at her phone waiting for Ari to reply. There were 1000 things going through her mind, was Ari going to dump her for forgetting, was he going to be mad at her, was he going to slap her, all the thoughts got her body shivering. 

"Jaan, I am so sorry for forgetting, can I make it up to you tonight. Let's go for a date," Maddy said, praying Ari would say yes. She grabbed her water bottle and downed the water, trying to slow down her heart beat. 

Ari smiled wryly as he could already picture her reactions. One thing Ari had picked up on was that she was extremely anxious. It didn't take her much to get worked up. He sensed that she needed a lot of reassurances to ease her mind when she got like this. So he called her, instead of letting her spiral over text. 

So he called her. "Yes baby, that sounds great."

"Ari I'm so so sorry," he heard her breathe a heavy sigh of relief and still her voice came out wobbly as if she was about to cry. His heart lurched at that. "Hey," he deliberately dropped his voice by an octave, "no harm done my billo raani, okay? Just tell me where you are and I'll come pick you up." 

"Really?"

"Yes billo."

"And where will we go?"

"I'll figure out something. It'll be an impromptu date. Didn't you tell me once that you love surprises?"

"Mm okay," she sniffled and continued, "where did you learn that word?"

"What word?"

"What you've been calling me today"

"I don't know what you mean," he whistled.

"Ariiii," she whisper-yelled and Ari smiled as he could picture her blushing. "You know I can't, I'm with my patient, it's not professional," she chided him. 

"Oh what a shame, then I'll not even get my flying kiss," he teased her some more.

"Shhh chup kar pagal, the real thing is much better anyway. Okay bye, I'll see you later," she said as she rushed to hang up. 

"Bye billo," he sing songed and hung up. 

1 hour later Ari honks his car, stepping out and leaning against the door waiting for Maddy to come down from her apartment. It was a warm night in Mumbai and Ari wore a loose fitting white shirt and brown trousers and some sandals waiting for her. 

Ari could hear her running down the stairs as her jhanjhars made bell sounds. He had to control the feelings he was getting, and enjoy the time with her. Maddy arrived in front of Ari, wearing a purple and red dress and Ari's denim jacket he had let her borrow a few weeks ago. 

"Hey gorgeous," Ari said, moving his body off the car, moving towards her. He wrapped his arms around her, making Maddy blushed. She couldn't help but inhale his musky scent as Ari leaned across to kiss her lips gently. He stopped, moving back to see her face blush red, Ari smiled looking at Maddy shy away from him.

He reached out once again and casually tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and without meaning to, she sucked in a breath and leaned into his touch. Their lips met once again, kissing with such intensity, Maddy felt the tingling sensation run from her head all the way down to her feet. 

"Let's go before it gets too dark," Ari said, getting his car key fob out and unlocking the door. He opened the door, letting Maddy slip into the passenger seat. Ari made sure she was ok before shutting the door and running to the driver seat. 

"Where are we going," Maddy asked,trying to get answers from Ari. 

"Just you wait," he said softly, brushing his free hand over her knee. Maddy just smiled, trying not to overthink. She trusted Ari with all her heart so decided to put the radio on and drown out her thoughts. Old 90s bollywood music played putting her in the right mood. 

They arrived 35 minutes later at Marine drive, Ari parked his car, getting out and opening the door for Maddy.

"Surprise," Ari said, making Maddy grin, looking at the beautiful ocean. "Let's go get some corn on the cob and some drinks and sit here, talk and enjoy the view," Ari said looking at Maddy. She linked his fingers with his, letting him lead the way to the street vendor. 

Grabbing their masala covered corn on the cob and soft drinks, they walked 5 minutes away to find a lovely quiet spot to sit. Both of them sat on the rocks, looking at the ocean, while eating. 

"How was work," Ari asked, knowing sometimes Maddy would work on Saturday's.

"It was busy, and I had back to back patients. The last patient kept getting disturbed by his wife asking to help her with things. So I have rescheduled the appointment for Monday afternoon at his house," Maddy said, sipping her drink. Ari nodded his head, just listening to Maddy talk about the presentation she has to give Monday at 9am.

He listened to her talk with such enthusiasm and made Ari feel proud of his girlfriend. 

"Ari, how did the class do on the test," Maddy asked, knowing Ari made the written test hard. 

"Surprisingly good babe, I marked them all and everyone passed. Only two students got full marks," Ari said, taking a bite of the corn on the cob.

"You are a great teacher, of course everyone passed," Maddy said, finished with her food and moved closer to Ari. She sat on his lap, her head resting on his chest, Maddy's hand on his just watching the stars reflect onto the water. Ari wrapped his arm around Maddy, pulling her closer to him. Only thing that was heard was the waves crashing. They were in utter bliss, nothing could ruin it.

It was getting late, they discarded their rubbish into the bins, holding hands as they walked back to the car. Maddy's heart was beating fast, she was feeling things  for Ari she never felt before. She wanted to do more than just kiss him, but was scared because Ari would be her first time, as Maddy was a virgin. 

The car journey back was quiet, Ari's hand was on her knee stopping it from shaking while romantic music played on the radio. Maddy bit her lip, looking at Ari with such love that her pussy got wetter. She opened the window to get some fresh air, putting her hand out enjoying the breeze touching her face. 

Finally they arrived at her apartment, Ari parked the car, turning around to look at Maddy. He couldn't help but feel things for her, he wanted to grab Maddy and give her a spectacular kiss. Maddy opened the door slowly, stepping out, hearing Ari unbuckle his seat belt and ran to the other side helping Maddy out. 

"I had a lovely time tonight Ari," she said softly, looking at him, fluttering her eyelids. 

"So did I babe," Ari said leaning across to place his lips on hers for a heart shattering kiss. Maddy couldn't breath, it was like he sucked the air out from the kiss. Ari pulled away, looking at her with such intensity, taking in how beautiful she looked. 

"Do you know that I saw a couple behind the rocks having sex," he said winking at her. 

"Ew Ari, no way. I don't want my first time ever to be on the rocks," she said, shying away from his gaze. 

"Say that again," Ari said, trying to lock eyes with her. 

"I am a virgin Ari, never had sex," she said toying with her hair making Ari bite his lips. How can the simplest thing like playing with her hair turn him on? Ari moved towards her, lifting her head up with her chin and moving her face so he could face her. 

"Hi," he said softly, smiling at her, seeing her cheeks become flushed. 

"Ari, stop looking at me like that," she said, hiding her face in his chest. Ari chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head. 

"You're so cute when you get all shy with me," Ari said softly, lifting her head up and kissing her nose. "I want your first time to be special, Maddy. How about we have dinner tomorrow at my place and I will take my time loving you," Ari said, making her shudder at his words. Her face turned bright red, she liked the idea but was also scared. What if Ari hurt her, and used her as his rag doll? 

Ari watched Maddy move out of his embrace, opening her handbag and fishing for her keys. She wanted to disappear, hide from him; 1000 things were running through her mind. Was he going to dump her after she told him about being a virgin? Was he going to tell Andy and his other professor friends? 

Maddy started walking to her front door, opening the door and closing it. She rested her back on the door, sighing; she had a massive smile. Did she strike gold with Ari? He was such a gentleman. Thinking about making love to him made Maddy's legs turn to jelly. 

There was a knock on the door, this made her jump. She opened the door to see Ari standing there looking at her. 

"Babe, you can't go running away from me," Ari said, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her towards him.

"Ari stahp," she says, giggling as he smothers her with kisses, his beard scratching her face. Ari left a few marks on her neck, making Maddy moan, but then she pulled on his hair to see his face. 

"Babe, I yearn for you," he says, biting her lip and thinking about having his way with her. 

"Ari, I don't know, I'm shy about all this," she said, looking away at him. Ari found her shy and very endearing and wanted to protect her. 

"What's bothering you, sweetheart," Ari said, caressing her flustered cheek with the back of his hand. 

"I'm scared you will tear me," she said, hiding her face in her hands. Ari looked at her and felt sorry. 

"Sweetheart, trust me when we finish making love, you will be satisfied for days," he says, moving her hands away from her face. "We don't have to do anything you are not comfortable with. I am here with you for the long haul," Ari said softly, looking at Maddy sniff, nodding her head with a small smile across her face.

Ari didn't want to pressure her; he wanted to wait till she was ready. He leaned across, kissing her forehead, giving her a warm embrace before heading to the car. 

"Text me when you get home," Maddy shouted, and Ari yelled, of course, babe and sat in the car and drove off.