#so uh my body is sore and tired

[national-hockey-gay]

i walked a total of 22 miles this week😐

[fairy-angel222]

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—your boyfriend does not appreciate you, but his uncle toji does.

pairing: toji x fem! reader

content: smut, cheating, unprotected sex, choking, petnames, praise, a little degradation, toji’s hot ass has tattoos, belly bulge, cumming inside you

You couldn’t really pinpoint when things went wrong. When your boyfriend just lost interest in you. You couldn’t even date back the last time you had been fucked. Simply turning his body when you tried to start something, or using the excuse that he wasn’t in his mood and that you needed to stop being so needy.

But how could you? You just needed to feel something. Anything. You were so tired of using your fingers when he left for work. Or the shower head on your clit when you showered alone, which was now always.

Your relationship was failing, but you couldn’t find it in you to break up with him.

You were quite confused when your boyfriend invited you over for a dinner at his parents. Getting to meet all his family as he introduced you with a wide smile, hands on the small of your back to guide you from person to person.

There was somebody who stuck out like a sore thumb. And you couldn’t take your eyes off of the man was probably twice your age and most definitely twice your size. Tall, broad and muscular with tattoos of all shapes and sizes trailing down his neck and onto his toned arms.

You swallowed hard, ignoring the heat you felt in between your legs as you ogled the greek god infront of you. With his messy black hair and dark eyes, a smirk spread across his handsome face as he tilted his head to stare you down. Hands in his pockets as he strolled towards you, your hand gripping your boyfriend’s shirt as you felt yourself getting smaller and smaller under his gaze.

“Now who’s this pretty thing?” The deep voice questioned, looking down at you with the subtle bite of his lip as he let his gaze run over your figure. “You’re not gonna introduce your lil ole uncle to your girlfriend?”

Your boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes and pulling you closer into him. “I have no need to. Now beat it.”

You frowned at his harsh tone. Toji’s hands raising in defense as he chuckled. “Just trynna be nice.” His smirk widening when he turned to face you fully. “Now, what’s your name doll?”

Your knees grew weak at the deep rasp of his voice, avoiding eye contact when you felt yourself face getting hot. “uh.. y/n, my name’s y/n.”

Toji hummed, grabbing hold of your hand and bending down to place a kiss to the back of it. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He winked.

“Okay that’s enough. You can go now.” Your boyfriend fumed, your eyes never leaving the older man’s as he took his leave, leaving you with a short. “Nice to meet ya, doll” before he walked away.

“We’re leaving.”

Your eyes widened at your boyfriend’s words. “What? Baby why? Your family seems so nice we can’t just leave.” You tried to convince him.

“We can when you’re looking at my fucking uncle like he’s a five course meal.”

You resisted the urge to scoff, maybe you wouldn’t have to if he did what he was supposed to. “I promise you, i wasn’t. Now let’s at least enjoy an hour for dinner before we leave. Okay?”

Your boyfriend only scoffing before shrugging your arm off of him and walking away into the kitchen.

Great. This was just what you needed.

The dinner was awkward for you. Your boyfriend wouldn’t talk to you and kept glaring at his uncle. Who only added fuel to the fire by sending short smirks your way, his muscles flexing as he ate.

You couldn’t help the way your face flushed, fidgeting with the food in your plate as you bit down on your lip.

“Y/n, dear? Are you okay?” your boyfriend’s mother asked in genuine concern. “You have barely touched your food honey.”

You gave her a smile. “Sorry, i’m just feeling a little sick right now.”

“Oh dear, would you like to go to the bathroom? Darling, show her the way.” his mom insisted. Your boyfriend not even sparing you a glance when he spoke, “I’m sure she knows the way, mom.”

You sighed, a piece of you missing the relationship you once had. Giving a tight lipped smile and assuring her that you knew the way before getting out of your seat and heading to the nearest bathroom.

You stood staring at yourself in the mirror, rubbing at the bridge of your nose while telling yourself to get your act together. You gasped when the door swung open. A smirking Toji closing the door behind him and leaning onto it, his hands crossed over his chest as he looked you in the eyes.

“You know, for a girl pretty like you, you sure are stupid.” He laughed, “Don’t you see you deserve better than my scumbag of a nephew?” Closing the gap between you two until you were backed up against the sink’s counter.

Toji’s hand reached up to stroke gently under your cheek, trailing his finger across your lip as he bent his neck to look down at you. In turn looking up at him through your lashes when his other hand held onto your waist.

“You gotta know how a real man treats a lady. How a real man fucks. You want that doll?” Waiting for your shy nod of approval before sitting you on the cool marble top. Your legs hooked around his waist and your hands gripping the counter’s edge when his rough lips met yours. Kissing you hard before trailing soft bites down your neck, careful enough to not leave any marks.

You let out a moan, Toji’s hands moving to peel off his shirt so his rock hard abs were on display. Grinding lightly onto the hard surface with a whimper at the full sight of black ink spread across his pale skin. A grin on his face when he went back to attacking your neck, hand slipping under your dress and pressing against the heat of your panties.

“This wet for me already? I’m flattered.” His fingers making their way to rub between your folds through the side of the fabric. Collecting your wetness before dipping a finger into you. “Think you can take it doll? You’re so fucking tight. Practically a virgin again, how long’s it been since you were given a good fuck?”

You truly didn’t know the answer for yourself. Only moaning as Toji pulled off the lace material, spreading your legs wider and pulling his thick cock out the confinements of his jeans. You whimpered when Toji stroked his length, the size being bigger than anything you’d seen before. “‘S alright, ‘m gonna mold her round my cock.” he groaned, lining up with your sopping hole before slowly thrusting into you.

“Nnhg— so big, T-Tojii— can’t take it.” you mewled, Toji’s hand latching over your mouth to muffle your pleas as he forced himself deep into you. “Gonna make it fit doll, just sit real pretty for me and take it yeah?”

You nodded with a shaky moan, your pussy stretching to accommodate his thick girth as he bottomed out inside you. Grunting heavily at how tight you were around him, his cock so deep that he could see himself bulging in your stomach through the thin fabric of your dress.

Toji started off slowly. Your moans increasing in volume as he sped up. The burning sensation turning into nothing but pleasure as he fucked into you, ricking your body back and forth with each thrust.

Toji’s hand fell from your lips, the tattooed skin finding itself wrapped snugly around your neck instead. His cock grazing your gummy spot as he leaned into your ear. “This is exactly what you need doll. Need me to fuck that pretty little pussy so good.” he grunted. “Exactly what your dumb boyfriend failed to do.”

You could only let out a cry, your smaller hands holding tightly onto the arm around your throat. Digging your nails into his flesh as you moaned out into the air. Your lips parted in a string of mewls as the older man’s cock pierced deep into the depths of your insides. Fucking perfectly into your g spot before bullying its way to the entrance of your cervix.

The unfamiliar sensation making you cry out even louder as your head fell back. “T-toji- ahh— so good Toji, feels s’ good.” you cried, your legs trembling around him with curled toes.

“Careful now doll, as much as i would love for him to hear me fucking you right, there’s other people out there.” he teased, your pussy clenching when your eyes met his. Your eyes glassy and your head fuzzy as you were fucked into oblivion.

Letting out a whimper when his grip tightened unintentionally on your throat. Drool falling past the sides of your lips as your eyes fixed on his v line, up to his abs then further until you reached his face. Finding his dark irises staring back down at you hungrily before pulling you closer to him.

His large body swallowing yours when he pressed you up against him. Your moans and cries getting noisy again as you felt yourself getting close. “Tojiii— nnh, ‘m so c-close, ahh— gonna cum.”

“Yeah doll? Close f’ me? Gonna make a mess on this old man’s cock?” he rasped, broad hips still rolling hard into yours as he watched your mouth hang open slightly, your eyes rolling back before closing completely as you reached your high.

Body shaking and pussy spasming around him as your pussy held onto his cock like a vice, letting out a choked scream muffled by Toji’s knowing kiss as you came. Squirting messily onto his cock with the quiver of your hips.

“So fucking hot.” Toji groaned as he pulled away from you. Your breathing noticeably heavy as he fucked you through the aftermath of your orgasm. “Fuck, gonna cum. Where’d you want it?” he breathed.

And you let out a mewl as his thrusts grew sloppy, veiny cock twitching against your walls as he got ready to release. “Fuck, gotta hurry up and tell me doll.”

“Nnhg— inside, want you inside.” you moaned, “C-cum inside me.. please.”

Toji’s pupils dilated and his grin grew wide. “You’re a slutty one in disguise aren’t ya? ‘S my pleasure baby.” His thrusts becoming merciless as he slammed into you. Using your pussy to stroke his cock as you choked out little cries at the fast pace.

“Fuck, gon’ fill you up so good.” he panted, “Gon’ stuff you so full that you’ll be begging to be my good girl again.” his cock throbbed, “Shit— there we go, that’s it doll.” Spilling spurts of his hot cum into your cunt. Making you moan at how easily he filled you up.

Toji gave his final slow thrusts before he was pulling out of you, letting his cum seep out as he helped you put back on your panties. Trapping his seed deep inside you with a hum. “Feel better doll?” he smirked, giving you a short kiss to your lips and laughing as you tried to not let him go.

“Come back to me when you gain some sense and drop that asshole, okay? I’ll be waiting.” Pulling his shirt back on and tucking himself into his boxers, giving you a wink before trying to fix his hair. Your eyes glued onto his back as he walked out the bathroom door.

Leaving you touching your lips that just felt his tongue. Your heart beating faster before you were startled by hard knocking on the door followed by your boyfriend’s voice. “Can you hurry up in there? You’re making my mother think you’re dying or something.”

You closed your eyes and let out a breath, thoughts of Toji plaguing your mind and keeping you calm. “Coming!”

[goldfades]

𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "STOP IM SO HAPPY UR MAKING PAIGE X WBB MEDIA MANAGER A SERIES BC I SENT IN THE FIRST REQUEST 😽😽😽 fic with paige and reader being out and a little wasted and getting interviewed by fellow college student about their relationship and working together etc. (could end in smut if u like ;)) // inspo: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL9fH1p1/" (love you nonnie thank you for giving me the idea to make this series, ur the best mwahhhh hope you enjoyed)

─ word count | 1k

─ warnings | so much sexual tension its bad, paige being possessive (in a cutesy way!), interviewer being kinda weird/suggestive, mentions of drinking/getting high, some language, nothing else?

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal @uraesthete @hello-nah817 @wanderlusturous and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

─ ev's notes | okay so this is kinda part of the manager series (if u guys want it to be) or if u have no idea what it is, thats fine!!!! i wanted to make it a standalone cus it felt better to me that way but whichever you'd like to read it, read it!! idk why that specific tiktok is my roman empire, it's just the way she talks and EVERYTHING makes me physically so like..... obsessed i don't even know, like GODDDDD im so attracted to her

YOUR FEET HAD begun to hurt an hour ago and your entire body felt sore, though you didn't feel very tired though.

You were two and half redbull vodkas in and let's just say you were tipsy; you weren't quite drunk yet but you were definitely on the way. As you stumbled slightly through the sidewalks of the UConn campus, your only guide was Paige's hand on your waist. The combination of the alcohol and Paige's presence made everything seem surreal, like you were walking through a really good dream.

You felt giddy, that was the only way you could describe it. You were drunk, sure but mostly off of Paige's lingering touch. You were excited by it, as if every brush of her fingers against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through your body. The night air was crisp, but you hardly noticed as you leaned into her warmth, reveling in the sensation of her warmth.

Paige's laughter bubbled up beside you was infectious, pulling you deeper. You found yourself laughing along, not entirely sure what was so funny but not exactly caring either. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of you in a bubble of tipsy euphoria.

You and Paige leaned against the railing, a cup in her hand as she gazed at you while you spoke about god-knows-what, she wasn't really sure anymore. She was zoned out until she felt a tap on her shoulder, to be met with a pair of new eyes.

Her face contorted into confusion as she sat up, glancing at you then back at the stranger. "Are you Paige and Y/N?"

"Yeah, what's up?" She replied quickly as she straightened up, a forced smile on her face.

He returned the smile gratefully, "I'm a big fan, uh... can we interview you two?" The guy spoke quickly as he glanced back at his friend, who was waving awkwardly.

Paige glanced back at you with a smile of her own as she waited for your approval. You nodded slowly as you glanced back at the guys as you surveyed the surroundings. "Just be chill, okay?"

He nodded as his friend pulled out his phone as he took out his phone and began using it as a microphone. He cleared his throat as he smiled, looking at his friend to start recording.

"Who are here with today?" He spoke as he brought it up to Paige's lips, then yours.

"Paige Bueckers,"

"And uh, Y/N L/N. By the way, she's not drinking alcohol," you added with a smile as Paige laughed.

Paige nodded and gestured to her drink. "I'm drinking a shirley temple, no alcohol."

"Yeah, we don't do that around here." The guy added with a laugh as the two of you glanced at each other, holding in your laughter.

Paige grinned, her tone amused as she played. "Y/N's here to keep in check though,"

"So you guys are actually close, like outside all the sports stuff?" He glanced in between you guys, noticing the close proximity between you.

You shared a knowing look with Paige. "Oh yeah, Paige and I are practically inseparable," you replied with a grin, your voice laced with fondness.

Paige nodded as she gazed at you, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah, Y/N's my girl, on and off the court."

You couldn't help but feel warm under her unwavering gaze as you laughed and averted your gaze back to the guy who was watching you two closely.

"As in like, best friend?" He clarified as he looked back at the camera with a laugh.

"What else?" Paige replied with amusement and slight agitation as she finally broke her gaze, a small laugh leaving her lips. "Obviously,"

"How is it like working together though, if you guys are really close? If I had to spend all that time with my best friend, not sure I would make it." The interviewer joked as he glanced back at the camera.

Paige furrowed her eyebrows as she laughed. "It's not bad at all, it's really fun. We hang out a lot, we get to go on trips together and share hotel rooms, it's a blessing."

She glanced back at you with a smile as you nodded slowly, feeling yourself draw closer to her. "Yeah, it is a blessing," that was all you could get out as you watched Paige wet her lips and laugh, turning away slightly.

You were pretty sure that the interviewer had caught on to the obvious tension but you didn't care at this point, you were lost in the moment, captivated by Paige. The interviewer's words seemed to fade into the background as you found yourself drawn closer to her, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement.

"Why do you wear Paige's jersey rather than anyone else's?" He asked, his tone laced with amusement as he watched you zone back in.

Paige's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the guy, clearly getting annoyed by his stupid question. But before she could respond with a less polite answer, you did with a laugh. "I don't only wear her jersey, it was one time and it was because it was her first game back after her injury."

Paige's expression softened as she nodded in agreement, her irritation dissipating. "Yeah, it meant a lot to me to see her wearing my jersey that day."

The interviewer nodded before he glanced back at the camera before to you two again. "Okay, okay. Last question, do you think you could beat me in a 1v1?"

"Absolutely," Paige replied with a laugh as she grabbed your arm and pulled you away, beginning to walk off before the interviewer kept talking.

"Okay bet, whoever wins gets to take Y/N out," he called out, his tone playful as he flashed a smirk toward the camera.

Paige turned around to give him the nastiest glare of all time as she kept walking forward. "I already do that, bro."

You stifled a laugh at Paige's quick retort, her playful possessiveness bringing a warmth to your cheeks. The interviewer's eyes widened in surprise at Paige's response, clearly caught off guard by her boldness as he laughed, turning back to the camera.

You two just walked off as Paige's hand moved down back to your waist as you continued on your way. Despite the slightly heated exchange, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in your chest at Paige's possessiveness.

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cam 🎀 | this has to be their hard launch or something cus DAMN😭 ♡ 792

↳ user893492948493 | ngl i can't even deny it anymore and i was the biggest anti paige and y/n person OUT THERE

↳ lily :p | "my girl" 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Jake | is it just me or does paige like girls? ♡ 701

↳ ella :) | ????? yeah????

↳ Jake | this is news to me uhh

lovergirl <3 | okay what about sharin hotel rooms now... ♡ 432

ZM | bro why would u say that 😭😭😭 in front of PAIGE BUECKERS 😭😭 ♡ 1.1k

✌🏼💥💁🏻‍♀️ | am i interrupting something... 😰 ♡ 994

cailey ☀️ | okay who is y/n whats her instagram where does she go who is she is she dating anyone wow shes beautiful ♡ 2k

↳ 💯💯 | everyones collective reaction when they first see y/n

↳ cailey ☀️ | going through a rabbit hole rn brb, she's so pretty what 😭

↳ #1 swiftie 💍 | cailey watch out girl ur on paige's watchlist now....

🤗🤗 | the damn tension in air damn im not even y/n and i feel hot ♡ 118

Thomas W | they are both drunk as hell bro what is up with the laughing 😭 ♡ 1.2k

user83948928932 | bro met y/n l/n and paige bueckers and continued to ask the worst questions of all time ♡ 591

↳ uconn luvr | and paige was good with the comebacks like okayyy baee protect ur girl!!

↳ 💥 bow | they are not dating, can two girls just be friends anymore?

↳ uconn luvr | she literally calls her "my girl" in like the first 2 seconds of the video

Isabelle Reece ✨ | paige was too quick w that reply to just be "best friends" with her 💀 ♡ 903

↳ ur fav aries | bro i know she was smooth with it too like💁🏻‍♀️

y/n's bitch 💙 | idk who i wanna be more y/n or paige ♡ 252

↳ mikey 🤑 | theyre both so hot

↳ 🧚‍♀️ | mike ima have sit you down for this...

↳ taylor! | ohh... thats not...

Chris | shes cooking you respectfully ♡ 1k

i 💙 uconn wbb | if this doesn't prove y/n and paige are together idk what will

♡ 853

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part 2?? cus i lowk wanna write smut for this now... lmk

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[osachiyo]

husband!satoru is sweet as he is a menace. you always woke up before him in the mornings but after a long night, you were too deep in that sweet state of slumber. you woke up feeling chaste kisses all over your face, fluffy white hair gently tickling your face, "slept good, baby?" satoru's voice was gravelly and deep, indicating he woke up not too long ago. you nodded and buried your face in his naked chest, eyes landing on the scratch marks adoring his pecks. he caught you staring at the marks you created, a devious smirk tugging at his lips, "look good on me, don't they?" he rolled his head back to grant you a close-up view of the dark hickies on the column of his throat and collarbones, staining his milky skin in various shades of red and purple. your face warmed up at the memory of last night, the soreness in your body suddenly returning, god you had forgotten about that.

"you feelin' okay, pretty?" your husband whispered, a large hand cupping your cheek, you looked so damn beautiful to him right now. "mhm..jus' tired," yawning, you put your leg over his, about to cuddle up to him again- "nuh uh, baby," he gently pushed you away, chuckling at the confusion on your face. "what time do you think it is right now?" you thought for a moment before answering, "umm..10 or 11 am?" satoru reached over to the nightstand to grab his phone before showing you the time— 2 pm. "SATORU WHAT THE FUCK!?—" you jumped out of bed immediately, you had an important meeting at 2:30 today! god, your boss was going to kill you— "relaxxxx, baby," satoru rolled his eyes, placing the phone aside before stalking towards you. you quickly brushed your teeth, now washing your face when you felt big strong arms wrap around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder, "do you realllyyy have to go?" you were about to scoff— when his hands crept under your his shirt, rubbing your sides before cupping your tits, making you land a swift smack to his head, making him whine in detest. "of course i have to go! i might get fired if i don't—" "what if i just like... bought your company?" he cut you off, earning another slap on his head, "don't. even. think. about. it." satoru scoffed, raising his arms to show his innocence, "jeez, i was only kiddin'!" you patted your face dry with a towel, "better be." he hummed, following you out of the bathroom, raising his eyebrow, "wait, didn't you tell me your meeting was on thursday?" you turned around to face him, confusion laced in your features once again, "what do you mean? what day is it?" "wednesday?"

silence filled the room.

"we're so fucking dumb."

"so fucking dumb..."

"soooo.... round 2?"

"seriously satoru?!"

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

[foodtruckery]

I've been having crazy Stancest brain rot thinking about an AU where they don't have the portal incident and instead have crazy marathon hate sex instead (Inspired by some amazing art by @CoreArde on Twitter) and I thought it'd be fun to share that with you.

They start off arguing in the lab and then oops they're fucking on the lab floor, and they really should be thinking this through but nope now they're upstairs fucking on the kitchen table and okay maybe now they'll finally talk about it nah, they're fucking in Ford's bed now.

It starts off as rough hate sex getting out years of frustration, but by the time they make it to the kitchen its become insanely desperate and cloying because they missed each other, and their bodies fit so well together, and GOD how could they have not been doing this all time? They're going at it so long that they basically end up passed out in Ford's bed by the end, and Stan's not going to be sitting down for a while after this. He's probably just happy to be sleeping in a bed, but Ford is trying to figure out how he got so far from the initial plan.

Even better if the two of them have been harboring feelings for years and never acted on it, because they get the one-two punch of all the weight of their time apart and processing the fact that OH GOD I JUST FUCKED MY BROTHER (which of course they both wanted to do but still).

I have no idea what would happen after that, but both of them waking up sore, sweat soaked, sticky with cum (some still inside Stan because of course Ford didn't use a condom this wasn't supposed to happen) after having gone at each other like rabbits in heat despite never having expressed their attraction to each other before is a hilarious and hot idea to me. What do you think?

HI THERE ANON. i am so fucking sorry that i left you waiting for so long about this, but i need you to know it's because i was FUCKING OBSESSED with this. like just absolutely beside myself over it, and i refused to respond until i had a chance to sit down and respond PROPERLY.

cause uh YEAH FRIEND i know the exact fucking piece of art (explicit) you're talking about, because it's INCREDIBLE. and in case you didn't know, the artist is over here too and shares some fucking fantastic writing and headcanons also! (seriously, go check out @/cartoonsinthemorning if you haven't. and cart, i hope you don't mind that anon and i both kinda lost our minds about your art over here! i genuinely have no idea what tag etiquette is on this site and didn't wanna bombard you, but you did this. again.)

i'll be honest, anon, this kinda got away from me (fucking shocker) and i am too tired to do any legit editing of it right now, so please forgive any typos or weirdness! i'll try and clean it up before it eventually goes up on ao3. but thank you for such a LOVELY ask because this was so hot, and so inspiring, and i hope i did a little justice to your idea and cart's gorgeous art!

--- Ford isn't entirely sure how it had started. His memory, his perception of time, his ability to follow a linear order of events -- all if it is less than reliable at the moment, so he can't entirely blame himself for losing track of things here and there. But the jump between trying to wrestle his journal out of Stan's hands to trying to wrestle Stan out of his dingey jeans is a jarring transition to lose in the dull static that's been edging around his awareness for weeks now. 

Not jarring enough to stop him, though. 

He thinks, vaguely, while he's blindly tugging at Stan's denim, that there's a concerningly high likelihood that he's hallucinating. His head is swimming in so much caffeine and adrenaline that he doesn't even feel the rough concrete of the lab floor under his knees -- maybe that isn't where he is? Maybe he'd nodded off without realizing. Maybe he's going to come to with another lapful of polaroids and a new humiliating tattoo. 

Maybe, maybe, maybe -- he can reckon with a probability model later. For the first time in what feels like months, the stability of his perceived reality is not actually at the forefront of Ford's mind.

Pressing in on him harder than the doubt, harder than the disassociation from his physical body, and harder than the threat of the creature lingering in the depths of his subconscious is anger. It feels like a beacon in the muddled, fuzzy mess inside his head, something bright and real and his. It's searing through him, slicing away all the frayed edges of his paranoia and doubt like a hot blade through so much butter. 

Ford clings to the sharp edges of that anger and feels more alert than he has in weeks. 

He can't remember how their bickering had taken this particular turn, but if he's liable to lose his eyes and his life in the next few days, Ford will be fucking damned if he squanders the opportunity. He knows he's made a mess of things, that he's made the sorts of mistakes that can't and frankly shouldn't be forgiven. 

But he also knows with blinding, white hot certainty that he's only here, now, because of Stan's mistakes.

Ford may not deserve absolution, but he does deserves this. 

Laughter cuts through the lab, rough and mocking, and Ford's attention finally falls, properly, on Stan. He has a bruise blooming on his cheek and a snide smirk twisting his lips. He's also on his back, his jeans and a threadbare pair of boxers bunched in Ford's fists and pulled so low he can see the tight curls of his pubic hair and the root of his cock. 

"What's wrong, Poindexter?" Stan asks, mocking, and it's only then that Ford realizes he's paused halfway through stripping his twin's lower half. The bite of the cold concrete under his knees still feels far away, but the rough material in his palms, and the heat of Stan's body so close to him are sharp, clear details. "No hands on experience with a dick that ain't your own? Afraid you might actually be bad at somethin' for once?" 

Ford narrows his eyes, feeling the hot point of anger cutting through him, steadying him, and he jerks Stan's clothes hard enough that he gets the material past his knees in one tug. Stan laughs at him again, but it stutters into a little 'oof!' when Ford flips him onto his stomach. 

He doesn't care that Stan's pants are still caught around his calves and his boots. He doesn't care that Stan hisses something that sounds like pain when he's yanked onto his knees and dragged backwards several inches across the concrete. He doesn't even care that, once upon a time, he'd dreamed of this, of crossing this line with the only person he'd ever really loved in any way that mattered, and it's nothing like the softer, sweeter picture he used to imagine. 

Stan's hips are soft, and the skin gives easily under the iron grip Ford has on them, holding him in place as he grinds against his ass. Even through his slacks, the heat of Stan's body is intense, addictive, and he grinds forward again, harder, watching the friction rub a pink  patch against his skin. 

Stan, shameless and selfish as always, pushes eagerly back against him. Ford has barely done anything beyond rocking the outline of his cock against his hole, but he can hear Stan panting against the ground, can see his hands curling into fists. He remembers how many times Stan had called Carla McCorkle "easy" in high school and thinks, now, that the easy one had been his brother. 

"You gonna keep humpin' me, or are you gonna fuck me?" Stan demands, rocking as firmly back as he can with the bruising grip Ford has on him. 

"What makes you think you deserve that?" Ford bites out. It would serve Stan right, he thinks, if he got himself off exactly like this, no different than grinding against a particularly firm couch pillow. Just a conveniently warm object for Ford to release some tension with. 

Stan looks back over his shoulder and flashes teeth at him. It isn't a smile. "Oh, I get it. Cold feet? Well, we can just chalk it up to one more thing ya promised and then backed out of as soon as you actually had to make a choice. Good to know some things never change, Stanford."

He's being goaded, and Ford knows that. But the anger boils in his chest, and he thinks, why should he care about what Stan does or doesn't deserve from him? This is about what Ford deserves.

And what Ford deserves is to have his dick so far up Stan's ass he'll be able to feel it in the back of his throat. 

"Do you ever shut up?" he snaps while he releases one of Stan's hips to yank his slacks open. The bruise of his fingerprints already forming against Stan's skin thrills him, almost to distraction, if it weren't for Stan laughing again. 

"'Course not," he says, shifting his center of balance to dig into the pocket of his dirty red coat. The little packet he tosses over his shoulder bounces off his own ass to land by Ford's knee, the word LUBE printed in large, bold letters across the front. He should be surprised to see it, and part of him is. The word "easy" comes to mind again. 

Ford rips the packet open with his teeth. 

"F-Fuck!" Stan curses, turning his forehead against the ground when Ford presses his slick cock into him a moment later without warning. 

Ford grabs him roughly by the waist when he twitches forward and yanks Stan back until his ass hits the open fly of his slacks. He makes a choked sound at that and turns his face into the crook of his own arm when Ford pulls back and rocks hard back into him. 

"What's wrong, Stanley?" he parrots. He pistons his hips at a punishing pace, watching his cock pumping in and out of the greedy, grasping ring of Stan's hole. "Nothing to say?" 

Stan makes a noise that's too muffled by the sleeve of his coat to understand, so Ford reaches down to take a fistful of his stupid mullet instead. The hitching gasp that escapes his twin when his head is forcefully jerked up makes him groan. "What was that? Come on, Stanley, use your words." 

"F-Fuck off," Stan says, his voice strained, almost whining. 

"I see you haven't gotten anymore eloquent since you left," Ford scoffs around the breathlessness in his own voice, feeling the anger and pleasure coiling harder in his gut. "What was it you said? Good to know some things never change." 

When he pulls Stan's hair again, just because he can, Stan moans. And when he shifts his hips, driving in just as hard at the new angle, Stan shouts. With his own knees bracketed on either side of his, Ford can feel the way his thighs tremble when he clenches around his cock, and he can feel the sweat beading up under his palm where he's digging darker bruises into Stan's side. 

Ford feels like he's on the edge of delirium again, consumed by every sound Stan makes, every twitch of his hips, every ounce of his heat. He thinks, a bit wildly, that Stan may have been made for this, made to take his cock, for how well he does. 

It isn't until Stan jerks under him, going hot and tight around his cock and making a strangled noise in the back of his throat, that Ford realizes he may have said part of that out loud. That Stan came over it. 

He groans low in his throat and thrusts half a dozen more times into Stan's clenching hole before he comes as well. 

It's quiet for a few minutes other than their ragged panting, but it's Stan who eventually reaches back and swats at Ford's hand until he lets go of his hair. He takes the hint and pulls out, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as his come trickles down Stan's thighs. It strikes him suddenly that he wants to follow the wet trail back up with his tongue. It's enough to make his cock give a feeble, appreciative twitch. 

He isn't sure if he's just terribly distracted or if he loses time again, because when Ford next lifts his head, Stan is on his feet, pants pulled up around his waist but still open, and he has his journal in hand. This might be more jarring than the last transition he'd lost. 

"What are you doing?" he demands, shoving himself back onto his own feet. He doesn't bother to tuck his cock back in, and he spots the moment Stan's eyes flick down. It's brief, but he'd seen it. 

"What does it fucking look like I'm doing? I'm taking your stupid diary and disappearing like you begged me to," Stan says. His voice is still a little raw, and Ford has a moment to realize how much he likes that, before the words catch up. 

He scoffs. "Oh! So now you want to actually help?! Is it always this easy to fuck the sense into you?" 

Stan's expression does a few things Ford doesn't understand before his brows ultimately slam down and he turns his back, storming towards the door with Ford's journal still in hand, and Ford himself hot on his heels. "You're fucking unbelievable, Stanford, you know that?!" 

"Me?! You're the one who came all over my lab floor and then decided he was ready to be reasonable!" 

Stan jams his thumb against the call button for the elevator several times in quick succession, despite the car already being on their floor and the gate sliding open. "Most people would just say thank you when someone agreed to help them out, but not you! What does Stanford Pines have to be grateful for? We're all just fucking lucky to get a task from ya, huh?" 

Ford crowds into the elevator with him before Stan can try to pull the gate or call the doors shut behind him. He punches the button to take them up himself, before making a grab for the journal, snarling when Stan leans back and holds it up above his head. 

"You're the one who threatened to destroy my work twenty minutes ago, Stanley! Why would I trust you with it now? Hell, I can't figure out why I trusted you enough to bring you here in the first place!" 

"Oh really? You can't?" Stan sneers, leaning in close. And when Ford takes a step back, Stan follows, backing him into a corner of the car. "I don't think you fuckin' trusted me to do shit, Stanford. I think you were all outta options cause nobody else could stand to put up with you anymore." 

Stan doesn't so much as hit a nerve as he takes a sledgehammer to it, and as soon as the elevator dings, Ford shoves him as hard as he can out into the study. Stan yelps when he stumbles, nearly tripping over his own feet, and it's only knocking into a cluttered desk that keeps him from falling on his ass. 

Ford doesn't give him any time to right himself, storming in after him and grabbing him by the front of his jacket. Stan flinches, like he'ex expecting a punch, but Ford yanks him in and crushes his mouth against his instead. 

There's a dull thump that Ford only realizes was the journal being dropped when he feels both of Stan's hands on his shoulders. They curl briefly, grasping at him, and Ford feels his mouth starting to go soft and slack. But as soon as he presses in, runs his tongue along that loosening seam, he's suddenly being shoved backwards. 

If he weren't so damn confused, Ford would probably appreciate the picture Stan makes, lips slick and pants open, leaning back against one of Ford's desks. 

"What are you doing?!" Stan demands, like he's the one who doesn't know what day it is, and keeps losing track of events. 

"I would think even you could figure that out after what happened downstairs, Stanley."

Stan flushes, visible even in the low light of the study, though Ford isn't sure if it's embarrassment or anger. The scowl on his face doesn't help clear things up, either, though the fact that he isn't actually looking at Ford is...telling.  

"That ain't happening again," Stan states, and there isn't anything convincing about the way he says it at all. But when Ford steps forward, Stan sidesteps him and the desk. He makes a wrong turn in the dark, in a house he isn't familiar with, and flinches when Ford flips on the light in the kitchen he's walked into.

"I don't know how you expect to leave and hide my journal after leaving it in the study," he points out, frowning at the back of Stan's head. 

He isn't surprised when Stan whirls on him. He is, however, stunned still when he realizes Stan's eyes are wet. 

"What the fuck do you want from me, Stanford?!" Stan shouts, his voice cracking over his name, and it makes something feel like it's cracking inside his chest. 

Ford has to wet his lips when he finds them and his throat dry. "...I told you what I wanted," he says.

"Yeah, you did! And when I finally agreed to do it, you threw a fucking fit about it! And now you're pissy because I'm not?! What do you want?" 

The anger sparks sharply inside him again, and Ford grasps at it like a lifeline, willing to bloody his hands for that bite of stability. 

"You tried to burn it! My life's work! And you only decided you would help me after we--"

Stan cuts him off, looking towards the cabinets while he raises his voice and waves his hands. "Jesus Christ, I'm sorry about the fucking lighter, all right?!"

Ford frowns. He takes a step forward and, still without looking at him, Stan takes a step back. It's the elevator all over again, but this time Ford is pressing in, backing Stan into the cabinets. He grabs the counter on either side of his hips when he tries to side step him again. 

"Stanley, look at me," he demands, frowning harder when Stan sets his jaw and stars determinedly at his shoulder. "Stanley--"

"What do you want, Ford? Just...just fucking tell me and I'll leave, all right?" Stan says, his voice tired and soft as he reaches up to rub a hand over his own face.

He wants a lot, honestly. And hasn't that always been the problem? He's always wanted -- to be normal, to be respected, to be the best, to be special. 

To be wanted. 

To be enough.

To fix things. 

"You," he realizes, watching Stan jerk his head up. His lashes are still wet, and Ford can't stop himself from reaching up and pressing his palm to Stan's cheek, skimming his thumb gently under one of his eyes. 

When he leans in to kiss him again, Stan makes a small, wounded little noise under his mouth, but he parts his lips for Ford's tongue this time. Stan's lips are chapped and he tastes vaguely of stale cigarettes, but Ford is still struck by how soft and sweet he is. 

More than anything else that had happened that evening, this is the moment that Ford knows he should suspect most of all. The way Stan relaxes between him and the counter, the almost tentative way he lifts his tongue to meet his, the careful fingertips touching the edge of Ford's coat and brushing against his loose tie. It's tender in a way Ford didn't think either of them were capable of, and it should be setting off warning bells and red flags in every part of his mind. 

It isn't. 

Ford is more certain of  the reality of this single moment, the gentle slip of Stan's lips against his own, than he's been of anything in a long time. 

And then Stan sighs between them and murmurs, warm and hopeful, "Ford," against his lips, and he's done for. 

It doesn't matter that they just fucked, that Ford's come is probably still drying between Stan's thighs -- he can't keep his hands off of him. Ford is suddenly frantic and desperate in a way that he hadn't been downstairs. He needs to relearn the new, wider shape of Stan's shoulders and pecs. He needs to feel out every new scar and take stock of all the old ones he remembers Stan collecting for him as kids. He needs to be surrounded by him again, soaking in the warmth of him. 

Ford doesn't deserve absolution, but he thinks he may be able to find something close to it in the low, shaky way Stan moans his name. 

And there's familiarity in the way Stan grabs at him in turn, tugging at his jacket and tie and surging into another, harder kiss. Ford thinks he may not be the only one looking for expiation. 

Then Stan drops to his knees between him and the cabinet, and Ford stops thinking so much. His cock is still out, and Stan wastes no time in getting his fist around the shaft and his lips around the head. He suckles and swirls his tongue, and Ford shoves the beanie off of his head to get his hands in his hair. 

"Stanley," he gasps, stroking his fingers along his scalp and fisting the strands between them. 

Stan moans around him and shuffles closer, sliding the seal of his lips further down the length of Ford's cock. All he can do is groan and try to keep from rocking his hips as more of him is greeted by the warmth of his mouth and the wickedness of his tongue. 

He keeps waiting for Stan to reach his limit, to back off and give himself room to breathe. He doesn't. He keeps leaning in, keeps taking him, and then Ford feels his cockhead slip into Stan's throat, sees his lashes are wet again, and he has to put one hand on the counter to keep himself steady. "Fuck, Stanley, you're so good at this."

Stan makes a horribly sweet sound around the girth of Ford's cock and reaches up to hold his hips as he swallows, and Ford is suddenly afraid he's going to embarass himself.  His hips twitch despite his best efforts to keep them still, but Stan simply relaxes his jaw and his throat and tugs a little to encourage him to do it again. He does, of course, how could he not? 

Despite the heat clawing its way through him and the pleasure mounting dangerously high, Ford almost feels outside of himself again. The picture Stan makes, with his eyes damp and heavy lidded, his lips wet and stretched around Ford's cock, his hair fisted in Ford's fingers and his own clinging to Ford's hips -- it's lewd, debauched, and so horribly sweet that it makes Ford's chest hurt. 

Stan gasps raggedly when Ford pulls him off. "I was go-gonna...I mean you can--"

Ford kneels down to kiss him, tasting stale cigarettes and himself, cock throbbing over the rough state of Stan's voice. "Not done yet," he manages, before tugging Stan onto his feet. 

They lose clothes and time on the journey upstairs, tripping over the steps and Ford's discarded pants, and stumbling into his wreck of a room. If Stan notices the state of things, he doesn't comment, mouth latched onto Ford's shoulder and hands all over his back and hips. 

The back of Ford's legs hit the bed and he sits hard on the mattress. Stan doesn't hesitate to crawl up into his lap. He'd lost his boots in the kitchen and his jeans and boxers somewhere on the way to the stairs, giving him ample opportunity to rub his bare cock against Ford's. 

Cursing, Ford rolls his hips and only belatedly remembers to reach up and tug the hideous red coat off of Stan's shoulders. 

"Oh, fuck, hold on. I think I have another one," Stan says, panting softly as he digs into the pockets of his coat. Ford takes the opportunity to run his hands across Stan's thighs and ass, squeezing whatever skin he can until Stan makes a triumphant sound and pulls another little packet of lube free. 

Only then does he let Ford toss his jacket aside and tug him further up the bed with him. He doesn't protest when Ford takes the packet from him, lowering his head to work open mouth kisses up Ford's throat instead, and he rolls his hips distractingly while Ford fights to get the damnable thing open. He ignores the snickering against his skin in the process. 

It stops anyway, hitching into something warm and startled when Ford sinks two slick fingers into him. 

"Oh, fuck," Stan breaths, reaching up to grab Ford by the shoulder, holding himself steady. "Y-You know you don't have to do that, right? Pretty loosened up already."

He is, to be fair. His hole is still soft and loose and fucked open. But Ford enjoys petting his fingers against the tender muscle and stroking them inside anyway. He likes watching Stan bite his lip and push himself back onto his hand. When he slides a third in after the first two, Stan's thighs tremble on either side of his own, and he makes a low, throaty sound. 

When Ford curls his fingers just right, Stan yells and grips his shoulder hard enough to hurt, and it makes warm satisfaction curl in his middle. So he does it a few more times, alternating between spreading his fingers and rubbing the tips against Stan's prostate until he's squirming in his lap. 

"I-I'm gonna come if you don't knock that sh-shit off," he gasps, slumping a bit when Ford chuckles and slides his fingers out. 

"I think I'd like that," Ford says, squeezing his slick fingers against Stan's thigh. 

He snorts and straightens back up, finding the discarded lube packet to squirt the remainder onto Ford's cock. "Yeah, I bet you fucking would," Stan agrees, but there's no malice in his voice, just warm amusement. 

His fist is warm and wonderful when it curls around Ford's cock, spreading lube, and then Ford is being held steady, Stan adjusts himself on his scuffed knees, and there's nothing else to do but hold on as Stan lowers himself into his lap. 

It feels as good as it had earlier to be inside of him, and Ford squeezes the thigh under his hand tightly, fighting against the need to buck his hips. Stan is panting softly, his head tilted back and a pretty, pink color is crawling up from under his t-shirt to flood his neck and face. 

Ford groans and leans forward, finding a nipple through his thin shirt to get his teeth and tongue against.

"F-Ford!" Stan gasps, fumbling the hand not clawing at his shoulder up into his hair, and Ford sucks hard on the firm nub,  rubbing spit-soaked cotton against it with his tongue until Stan rocks in his lap. 

Fuck, he likes that, the way his name sounds in Stan's voice, especially warm and rough after fucking his throat earlier. 

He squeezes Stan's thigh and his hip, giving him a little tug, and that's all the encouragement Stan needs before he's bouncing on his cock. Ford has that thought again -- that Stan was meant to be filled by him, that they're a perfectly matched set. But it isn't just feeling good and hot while Stan fucks himself in his lap. It's feeling like he's been missing something and he finally has it, like he's finally complete again. 

He's missed this, Ford realizes. 

Not the fucking his brother part. He'd fantasized about that for years but it still feels like a dream that it's happening, like something that's too good to be true. 

But being able to put his arms around him? To be this close to him again? 

Ford rocks his hips up, hard, and Stan says his name. He wraps his fingers around Stan's cock, and he gasps his name. He bites the same swollen, pink nipple through his shirt, and Stan shouts his name. 

He snaps his hips up to meet him a few more times and rubs the sensitive glans under the head of Stan's cock, and then there are teeth digging into his other shoulder and his fist and stomach are being striped in Stan's come while he shudders and jerks overtop of him. 

Stan goes easily when Ford rolls them over and pins one of his wrists to the bed. And despite the way he squirms and how his spent cock twitches and leaks, blatantly overstimulated, he hooks his ankles behind Ford's back and urges him on. 

"C-C'mon, give it to me. Fuck, just like that, Sixer!" 

The nickname hits him with all the subtlety of a truck and all the heat of a volcanic eruption. 

He doesn't even remember coming so much as he remembers every synapses in his brain trying to fire at once. Coming back down to reality is a little clearer, with his head spinning and pulse racing as he flops onto his back, but it still takes several long minutes before he feels fully cognizant again. 

Something makes the bed shift, and he looks over to see that Stan has rolled onto his stomach. Ford wonders if he looks half as fucked out as Stan does, with bruises blossoming across his body, his shirt rucked halfway up his stomach, and come staining his ass and thighs. Ford realizes Stan still has his socks on, and he can't figure out why that makes something twinge, hot but exhausted and halfhearted, in his gut. 

"Gonna...gonna get up in a minute," Stan says, his voice slurring and his eyes already closed. Ford watches him rub his cheek against one of Ford's pillows, and the soft sound of snoring follows soon after. 

The reality of the situation starts to settle in shortly after that, and Ford stares wide eyed up at the ceiling as if he'll find some sort of answers there. Unsurprisingly, there are no secrets etched overhead for how to reckon with the fact that he had just fucked his brother, twice, while the fate of the world was still very much hanging in the balance between his fraying sanity and Bill's looming threat. 

".....Fuck," Ford murmurs.

When the adrenaline finishes seeping out of his system, Ford expects to crash. The exhaustion certainly climbs back into his bones, but he's surprised to find himself still clear headed. Focused. 

The sound of Stan sleeping soundly beside him is as soothing as it is mocking, but he doesn't want to separate himself from it even though he knows he needs to get up. There's soft, gray light starting to creep in through the windows, and distant birdsong calling for the start of the day. He needs to readjust, to come up with a new plan, find some way to explain to Stan what's going on so they can buy themselves a little more time. 

Against all odds and his better judgment, there's a tiny, optimistic voice in the back of his head reminding him that there's strength in numbers. He isn't surprised that it sounds like Stan.

[lilacxquartz]

my fanfic master list

hi — i’m lilac_quartz on ao3, i write mostly dark yandere but i also write a lot of other stuff in between. a lot of the content i post is nsfw. dark content is appropriately warned both in the list and in the post. most links lead to ao3, but recent uploads link to tumblr.

wanna read a series on tumblr? check out my chapter directory.

attack on titan

levi ackerman:

bitter tea leaves — dark abduction story, split pov, noncon warning

a brew so bitter — rewrite of the above, one sided pov, noncon warning

the walls of delusion — non explicit yandere

glimpses of shadows — abduction story with levi, noncon warning

power imbalance — you violated the dress code again, one shot, dubcon warning

vinland saga

askeladd:

forged through iron — adventure story set in vinland saga where you find freedom with askeladd, violence warning because vikings

jujutsu kaisen

choso:

bleed into me — a vampire finds you interesting

to desire — two little smut shorts

blood rush — a vampire sends you in for a time loop nightmare, noncon warning

first impressions — soft yandere choso wants to protect you

blur into you — choso smut

breeding kink — choso smut

shoko ieiri

please, don’t go — yandere shoko is tired of her friends dying, dubcon warning

love bites — shoko smut

so desperate for you — shoko smut

shower — shoko smut

pretty little trinket — while lost at sea following a shipwreck, you are saved by a strange bird-like creature

shoko ieiri & suguru geto:

guided affections — poly smut

satoru gojo:

a deal with a demon — an incubus proposes a deal

blessed with blue — biblically accurate satoru gojo in a mythical world sets his sights on you, warning for noncon and body horror

rivals — satoru gojo gets rid of his rival but also keeps them close, noncon warning

first times — gojo smut

speechless — gojo smut

suguru geto:

blood thicker than honey — geto is into you but you both come from non-sorcerer lineages, a little character study on the what ifs

you leave me so breathless — geto smut

to save a broken soul — geto finds you, a cursed spirit wandering around, his hatred for you is at war with his curiosity for you, noncon warning, violence warning

satoru gojo & suguru geto

those late summer nights (ongoing) — taking a teaching job in tokyo might have ruined your life, yandere geto and gojo fic, warning for noncon

roommates — gojo and geto smut, dubcon warning

free use — gojo and geto smut

on display — geto smut but gojo watches

kenjaku:

sentimental — you woke up with your memories gone and the idea that the geto you used to know, hurt you which makes this impostor all the more confusing. noncon warning

don’t make me feel alive — on the verge of death from an illness that was destroying you, you’re saved by a strange man with stitches on his forehead, noncon warning

betrayal — prison realm yandere imagine

chasing humanity (ongoing) — mundane au, serial killer kenjaku who searches for the meaning of life finds himself burdened with you, romance fic, but also lots of violence

uncanny valley — kenjaku claims they can make anyone see cursed spirits, violence warning, character study fic

medical exam — nurse kenjaku smut

using you — kenjaku smut

giving brain — kenjaku smut with the brain

under his authority — as you run from your stalker, he turns the tables on you in an unexpected way. dubcon warning.

mahito:

a sight for sore eyes — blinded from an accident, you begin to suspect your boyfriend isn’t actually your boyfriend, yandere mahito fic

seeing triple — mahito smut

hanami:

roots — hanami smut

sukuna:

untouched — uh oh, you’re on the menu. noncon and death warning.

fem!kuna milking — fem!kuna smut

double penetration — sukuna smut

kento nanami:

flustered by you — nanami smut

generalised:

choso’s accidental daycare — choso has a lot of responsibilities but he’s also just one guy, wholesome fic, fluff

board games — unc!kuna has babysitting duty much to his dismay, wholesome fic, fluff

toji fushiguro:

eat you up — toji smut

pregnancy woes — pregnancy fluff

period sex — toji smut

generalised x reader drabbles:

jujutsu kaisen scenario drabbles x reader

lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares (ongoing)

chainsaw man

makima:

obey — makima smut, dubcon warning

pegging — makima smut

death note

L:

voyeurism — unknown to you, a stalker has been watching you all along, general warning

mob psycho 100

generalised:

not feline right — the three pick up a job at a haunted cat cafe, wholesome fic, crack and fluff

sousou no frieren

fern & stark:

the fox & the raven — fern tries to practice a spell, stark is the victim, fluff

frieren x himmel:

from the beyond, with love — character study on not losing hope

howl’s moving castle

sophie x howl:

howl’s moving floristry — a short wholesome imagine

stardew valley

maru:

gravity — maru has a unique birthday present for you, fluff, wholesome

haley:

the sun didn’t shine until you came along — despite finding success in the city as a model, life didn’t really click until haley met you

baldur’s gate

lae’zel x shadowheart:

when the stars align — shadowheart reads lae’zel’s future

karlach x shadowheart:

portraits — karlach feels insecure about herself and shadowheart makes her feel like a work of art

shadowheart:

worship you — yandere dark urge reader can’t quite let go of shadowheart

sovereign spaw:

mushrooms — spaw smut

lae’zel:

mirrors — lae’zel smut

silent hill

pyramid head:

trapped — pyramid head smut, noncon warning

gravity falls

bill cipher:

dreams — bill has a hard time letting you go so he teaches you a lesson, noncon warning

homicipher

mr. crawling:

love you, love you, love you — mr. crawling smut

mr. gap:

from the shadows — yandere mr. gap imagine

crossovers

noroi: the curse x jujutsu kaisen — requested horror crossover

jjk x rec — found footage imagine with satosugu and shokohime

jjk x from — horror mahito crossover imagine

mob psycho 100 x jujutsu kaisen — gojo finds he has competition with the world’s greatest psychic and it goes exactly as you would expect, humour, fluff, crack fic.

other

sicktember 2024 (jjk general & x reader)

kinktober 2024 (multi fandom)

flufftober 2024 (kenjaku x takaba)

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Relax // Hazel Callahan*

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: after a long hard day at work, you want nothing more than to nap with your girlfriend to help you relax. but hazel has a different idea…

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, fingering, softdom!hazel, munch!hazel, sub!reader, language

w/c: 863

a/n: reader has fem anatomy, no pronouns used for reader, pushing the munch!hazel agenda fr

sorry its kinda short :/

You groaned as you flopped onto Hazel’s bed, relief flooding your body as you finally got off of your legs. You had just worked a double shift and you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had sat down. Your entire body was sore and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with your girlfriend and sleep for as long as you could.

“Long day?” Hazel asked, propping herself up on her side as she gazed at you before running her fingers through your hair.

“Everything hurts,” you whined, your tense muscles relaxing slightly at her touch, “Just wanna go to sleep. I’m so tired.”

Hazel frowned sympathetically and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Y’know… I might just be able to make you feel better.”

You finally turned your head towards her and looked at her skeptically. “How?”

Hazel grinned slyly and moved closer, leaning over you. “I can think of a few ways…”

You couldn’t help but whimper at her tone and the look on her face, knowing exactly what she was implying. And despite how exhausted you were, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued.

Hazel smirked. “Yeah?”

You nodded, heat pooling in between your thighs almost instantly. Hazel practically pounced on top of you, leaning down to kiss you hungrily, as if she had been wanting you all day and now finally had a reason to act on her needs, and yours. You reached down to undo her belt only for Hazel to gently pull your hands away and place them above your head.

“Nuh-uh, baby. This isn’t about me. I wanna help you feel better,” Hazel said before leaning down to kiss you again.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around her neck, tugging her impossibly closer, the stress and tension inside of you slowly slipping away at the feeling of her lips on yours. Hazel reached down and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of your jeans, her fingers just brushing over your panties, sending shivers down your spine.

“Please… don’t tease me,” you whimpered, your nails digging into Hazel’s shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” Hazel replied, pushing your jeans down and pulling your panties aside.

Hazel crawled down your body, her arms wrapping around your thighs as she moves her face closer to your soaking cunt. Your hips bucked forward only to be pushed right back down.

“Stay still. I wanna have my fun.”

You whimpered at her words and Hazel smiled at your reaction. “So wet already…” she muttered softly to herself, running her fingers over your pussy and spreading your slick around.

Hazel leaned in and dragged her tongue through your folds before swirling her tongue around your clit and sucking it into her mouth. You cried out at the feeling, pleasure overtaking you as your hand reaching down and buried itself in her hair, tugging harshly and iliciting a soft whine from her. Hazel’s tongue trailed right back down to your cunt, lapping up your juices while her nose bumped against your clit perfectly with every movement she made, knowing the perfect way to make you fall apart. No matter how many times she ate you out, you couldn’t get over just how good she was at it.

“F-fuck… just like that,” you moaned out, your hips struggling to grind against her face due to her grip on your thighs.

Hazel wrapped her lips around your clit once more before slipping two fingers into your dripping hole, her other arm pinning you down by your hips. You could almost see the way Hazel was getting lost in your pussy, just like she always does. Even though she was making you feel good, you knew this was really for her pleasure, just like it always was.

You threw your head back in a moan before feeling a harsh pinch on your thigh, a silent warning to keep your eyes on her. You looked back at her, your eyes meeting hers. She almost looked like she was enjoying this more than you.

“Oh- oh god! Fuck- ‘m so close. Don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop,” you moaned, your grip tightening in Hazel’s hair and pulling another moan out of her, vibrating against your clit just right and pushing you over the edge.

Your thighs tightened around her head as whimpers and moans fell past your lips. Hazel moved her tongue back down, eagerly lapping up your cum as you climaxed on her face. Even though you were experiencing toe-curling pleasure, Hazel looked like she was in heaven. Your thighs shook as she continued her movements, only letting up when your eyes were teary and you were tugging her away by her hair so hard it hurt.

“Did that help?” Hazel asked, a cocky grin on her face as she licked her fingers clean.

You huffed and playfully shoved her shoulder. Hazel only laughed before leaning up to kiss you.

“You know that was amazing, you ass.”

Hazel simply smiled before moving right back down in between your legs.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, shivering as her breath hit your sensitive cunt.

Hazel laughed softly. “Did I say I was done?”

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[itsangelll]

hiii I was wondering if I could get some headcanons of how the twins would be in bed 🙏

tyyyy

A/n:OOO OKAY I LIKE THIS also UH THANK YOU MY CUTIES FOR GETTING MY LAST FIC AT 200 NOTES I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND IM ALMOST AT 400 FOLLOWERS YOU ALL ARE SO SO CUTE AND KIND MWAH MWAH.

summary: what the request is

warnings:uh mentions of sex just basically don’t read if you’re not comfortable just scroll.

don’t steal or copy my works

Under 15 Dni

Gender Neutral reader!!

TOM KAULITZ

-now we all know how this mf has done it with many women ain’t they all lucky.

-this man I swear he could go on for hours yeah you could be tired but him? oh no he will go on and on 5 hours he’d be tired.

-this man would fuck you so dumb like genuinely

-he’d make your eyes roll back

-definitely have hickeys all over your body, or bruises from his hands cause he just loves to grip your hips

-would he fuck out his frustration with you? Oh yeah is he gonna be gentle no.

-this man loves your nipples while he’s fucking you he’d suck them till their all sore <3

-bet this guy has a damn choking kink if he’s mad like if you were the one that pissed him off man would QUITE literally be almost strangling you not meaning too he’s just that pissed off while he’d be saying: “You’re really fucking quiet now? can’t even say a word without being a blabbering mess. Guess I’ll just have to fuck you even harder, Till my name is the only thing you can remember in that pretty head of yours.”

-he loves rough sex but sometimes he’d love just lazy sex if you too don’t wanna go too hard at it.

-expect a lot degrading and praising who knows what’s gonna come out of his mouth

-he’d be so good with aftercare after he knows how to do it well.

-make out sessions with him are the absolute best

-can’t lie if your riding him I bet I swear to god he will whine and whimper don’t even joke with me he is a top but he completely melts when you’re riding him

BILL KAULITZ

-now now bill ugh god he’d be so sweet with you during sex kissing your neck face anywhere he can reach.

-he’d be telling you how good you feel just praising the absolute shit out of you you’d end up blushing cause of how sweet he is.

-Now this man is a kinky person lord he’d let you be top.

-gentle sex with him is the best just taking it soft and slow

-would bill be into pegging? Yes. Would he let you peg him yes.

-I bet he’d like to be handcuffed to the bed you know while you’re just teasing him till theirs some tears in his eyes poor thing.

-you’d both fuck each other dumb at this point you’d both be breathless.

-He could go on for hours just like Tom could till you couldn’t take it anymore

-AWWWH NOW DURING SEX HE’D HOLD HANDS WITH YOU ITS THE SWEETEST SHIT EVER LIKE UGH.

-sometimes you guys just want to have lazy sex since bill is always on tour.

-hmm I feel like he’d be the type to maybe like just call if he’s really desperate to hear your voice while he’s horny.

-he’s amazing with aftercare asking if you’re okay if he went too hard kissing you cuddling you and vice versa.

-I feel like he wouldn’t mind leaving hickeys on your neck either

-leave scratch marks on his back oh he’d like that.

A/n:okay well I’ve got no idea for a fic so send requests in guys!! I love you all mwah mwah

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[aly4khq]

₊˚｡⋆✰ rest well ✰⋆❀˖

- xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ, ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ, ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ -

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exhausted, your weakened body laid on the bed that was soiled in you and his liquids; your legs still trembling from the intense orgasms you've just experienced, your breaths rushed and hard to contain and your muscles sore with knots.

"that was so good- owwuh! my back :("

you complained, your right hand reaching back to carreras your lower back from anymore painful shifts. a soft hand reached over as they slowly and gently pressed into your skin, immediately making you moan out.

XAVIER

laughs at you 'n helps you sleep

"you okay? that sounded very...intimate.." xavier teased with a slight chuckle to his voice. suddenly, his legs straddled yours, his hand instantly going to work and fondling your skin.

a loud moan escaped your mouth, a couple of hisses and soft groans following after, your hand coming to your mouth to silence yourself. "mhm..xavier-" you hummed as xavier gently moved your hand back to grab the sheets.

"nuh uh, let me hear you baby." his voice nearly made you fold, your stomach empty with love as you rested your head down as fast as your body could.

the weight that rose from your shoulders was enough to make your submit to sleep, your eyes struggling to focus on the task at hand. a small moan followed after your yawns, his hands always so good at moving you around and pleasuring you.

"hm? love?" he whispered, you didn't move.

"baby...?" he spoke loudly, you didn't move.

moving his head forward, he could see the softness of your face, the fatigue on your skin. he let out a soft chuckle.

"sleep my love."

ZAYNE

makes sure your just fine 'n runs you a bath

"even a simple touch makes you moan." his hands dig deeper into your fragile skin, caressing and shifting it into new places. his mouth releasing slow and soft kisses onto your back.

"shut up- *gasp* oh my goshhh.." he really knew how to shut you up quick. his words of praise and encouragement didn't go to waste, a little smile on your lips as you rested into the bed. a small giggle filling his ears as his hands went to a more sensitive place.

"no sleeping yet, we're dirty." he reprimanded with a soft slap to your cheek, zayne's legs moving from straddling your thighs. his hand holding your waist to flip you. "noo...i'm tired."

"leave the sleepy you on the bed and let's go before i make you." zayne grabbed your hand before lifting you up over his shoulder. "OHHH my GOSHH-"

"wow this so warm..." you admired, zayne had finally managed to place you into the bath but now that you've been in here for ages there's another problem.

"you've said that for the last 15 minutes, let's. go." he scolded, a towel around his waist showing his v line, his hand holding your towel. a scoff running from his mouth.

"Let's.Go."

"OKAY..okay....,"

"..5 more minutes?-" "No."

RAFAYEL

teases you, verbally and physically

his hand nearly stopped, a teasing gasp escaping his mouth as he ran his hand in your hair. "is my effect that amazing on woman?" he continued, cutting you off as you spoke, well at least tried to.

"you're so tenseee, what's been going on sweet?" whispering softly into your ear, rafayel's hands kneaded into your skin, his mouth leaving kisses and gentle marks all over your neck and lower back...down to your ass.

"nothin'...i'm just tired probably- ouch! what the fuck?!-" you turned your head, revealing the sight of rafayel biting down on your ass cheek, his other hand relentlessly snatching the other bag of flesh. "get offfff!!!" you whined, kicking your legs.

"ow! ow! relax!" he let go of you, your legs still pounding on his back as you forgot who had the upper hand here. before you could even get a say, he pinned your legs down again, his hands grasping your neck slightly as murmured, his hot breath resting on the back of your ear.

"stop it. you know...i don't like it when my woman is disobedient...matter of fact,"

in a swift motion, you found yourself on your back with your hands bounded about your head. a gasp escaping your lips as you felt his cock near your entrance.

"rafayel?-" "i don't think i've fucked the brat out of you yet. don't blame me if your sore in the morning, i'm not holding back this time."

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do not steal @aly4khq 's work even tho they are trash!

date made: 5-8/06/24

[gothamite-rambler]

Dentists seem to be their one weakness

Yes, this is based of Tori and Trina when Trina got her wisdom teeth removed.

Cass, Tim, and Stephanie entered the department store, but Cass quickly glanced at her phone and noticed that a couple of people were missing.

Cass: Where are Dick and Jason?

Tim: Um, I guess they didn’t tell you. Jason had all his wisdom teeth removed, and Dick guessed the wrong number, so he’s taking care of him.

Stephanie (alarmed): He got… all his wisdom teeth removed?

Tim: Yep. The crazy thing about the Lazarus Pit is that the liquid grew his wisdom teeth back, even though Bruce paid to have them removed before Jason died. Apparently, the dentist convinced Bruce it was best to take them all out because of the damage already done to Jason's mouth when he went last week.

Stephanie: Why would they even tell Bruce—he's covering the payment for the removal?

Tim nodded, chuckling.

Stephanie (snarky): Let me guess, Bruce dipped for an important vacation or mission?

Tim (feigning shock): Oh my God, how did you guess? He even brought Selina along to 'keep him company.'

Stephanie (shaking her head with a smile): All to avoid dealing with loopy Jason. Poor, poor Richard.

Cass: Why wouldn’t Bruce want to take care of Jason?

Stephanie snorted in laughter, waving her hand for Tim to explain.

Tim: Who do you think came up with this system? He’ll provide a ride home—that’s it.

Stephanie: It’s deceiving as heck, but I admire it.

Tim rolled his eyes.

Tim: You would.

Cass (doubtful): Jason has been through worse pain; he can’t be that bad.

Tim and Stephanie exchanged a knowing glance, then resumed their shopping without discussing the matter further.

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Meanwhile, at Dick's apartment, Jason sat on the couch, arms crossed, in pain from the novocaine wearing off, refusing to open his mouth for his medication.

Dick (holding out a purple pill): Take the pill.

Jason (with gauze in his mouth): No.

Dick (for the tenth time): I need you to take the pill.

Jason (muffled): Nuh-uh, they taste nasty!

Dick: We’ve been at this for thirty minutes!

Jason’s eyes darted toward the door, searching for an escape. In a sudden burst of energy, he elbowed his brother in the stomach. Dick fell to the ground but managed to grab Jason's leg before he could escape, knocking him down as well.

Dick (angry): You’re going to take this fucking pill—

Jason punched Dick in the cheek, sending him backward. In retaliation, Dick kicked Jason in the stomach.

Dick: We’re doing this the hard way, got it?

Dick grabbed his brother’s leg again and dragged him back. The brothers started grappling as Dick tried to pry open Jason’s mouth.

Jason (whining): I don’t want the pill!

Dick (shouting): You need it, or you’ll get an infection!

Jason flipped Dick across the coffee table, causing the irritated, tired man to growl in frustration.

Dick (enraged): I will break every bone in your body until you take this pill!

Jason: Catch me first!

Jason ran across the apartment as Dick chased after him. Hayley the dog and Austen the cat watched from a distance, amused by their antics.

Dick (pinning his brother): Take the pill! I don’t care what you say!

Jason: No, I don’t want it! They taste awful!

Dick: I’ve been dealing with this for five hours! Take it! Take it now!

With a final surge of determination, Dick held Jason down, pried his mouth open, and forced the pill down his throat. Jason screamed but eventually swallowed the pill, whining as he shoved Dick off him. Dick collapsed onto the floor, grumbling.

Jason rubbed his sore mouth, cursing the fact that his wisdom teeth had regrown since he’d been brought back to life. Dick calmly stood up, grabbed a glass of water, and lifted Jason by the shirt collar.

Dick: Here’s your water!

He tossed the liquid into Jason’s face, then dropped him back to the ground.

Jason: When my mouth is healed, I will break your arm, your leg, and all your teeth!

Dick: Awesome, I’m just going to lay down. Stupid number-guessing game!

[inthepassengerside]

luke wakes up in the middle of the night needy as ever, and there’s no reason for him not to help himself out and use his beautiful wife right next to him

warnings: smut -cnc, somnophilia , dirty talk, wet dreams, unprotected sex-

i don’t even know what this is i just got bored and horny

Luke was rutting his hips into the mattress that night. God was that dream so real. He was whimpering and needy and he had you tied up with your favorite vibe on your sore and swollen clit. You knew how much he was stressed and you loved being someone he could take his stress out on.

He was just watching you, slowly stroking himself because it felt so good he just needed to draw it out as long as possible.

You begin your third orgasm of the night as it washes over you and you even manage to squirt a little on the bed. Right away, he pushes his fingers into you roughly and makes you squirt more.

Your moans, oh your moans are what’s getting him off the most. He loves you and your body but your noises, the way you whimper at him, he loves it.

Just as he begins to push his tip into your tight walls his eyes open.

He lets out a heavy sigh once he’s aware of his surroundings. He’s incredibly hard. Luke doesn’t even catch himself when he starts pushing down his boxers and stroking his hard cock.

He sits up in the bed to see you laying on your back with your eyes closed peacefully. He smiles to himself before he peels the covers off of you to find you in a simple tank and panties.

Carefully, making sure not to wake you up just yet, he slips off your soft panties and spreads your legs. He was confused how you still haven’t woken up, but doesn’t dwell on it.

He pushes the tip in and let’s out such a breathy moan, it takes about two strokes before you’re moaning quietly, finally fluttering your eyes open and becoming aware of what’s going on. You’re alarmed at first, but you remember the conversation you had with Luke a few nights prior and immediately relax.

Soon, you focus on the pleasure and feel yourself stretching to his shaft.

“Hey baby. Had a dream. You’re so sexy I couldn’t wait till you woke up. Fuck.”

You giggle tiredly, “It’s okay baby. Love this. Love you fuckin’ me like this.”

His thrusts are deep and sharp and every time your hips meet he stays there for a few seconds, letting you feel his length inside of you.

Luke peppers kisses along your face and anything of your neck that’s exposed.

“You’re so tight holy shit. Can’t even fucking move.” He groans against your ear, softly nibbling at it.

You moan, “Ah. What was your d-dream baby?”

You feel your orgasm start to build up and you can’t take it. This whole moment is so much for the two of you and it’s definitely something new.

“Mm baby. Shit, I uh, had you tied up with a vibe on your clit. And shit it was so puffy- fuck, and you started to squirt all over our sheets. And you were making such pretty noises watchin’ me stroke my cock.”

You let out a guttural moan, “Shit t-that really is a dream,” You giggle.

Luke’s thrusts start to slow as you feel your orgasm. Your vision blurs as you’re already tired yet it’s probably one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had. It was such a sensual moment that it made the orgasm last so much longer and feel so much better.

He’s not far to follow, immediately spilling into you as you clench around him and your body shakes. He whines as he starts to suck along your jawline down to your neck.

He collapses on top of you, yet making sure not to crush you as you run your fingers through his hair. He groans against you as you tug on the curls.

“I love you. I loved that. Came so hard, Lu.” You whisper against him.

He shuffles his head along your chest. “Loved it so much baby. Loved it because it was you. Glad we tried it.”

“Goodnight baby boy. I don’t even want to check what time it is, but we should go back to sleep.”

Luke chuckles against you, “Goodnight my love.”

[iluvapplesxh]

| rest, baby |

ဗီူဗီူ pair: billie eilish x fem!reader

☕︎ summary: You were tired, so- so tired and you felt like if you took one more step, you'd fell apart right away. Billie was there, and she held you close just as if you would in fact break at any moment.

☠︎ cw: angst, I guess, fluff, comfort, crying !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

☏ a/n: uh so I totally didn't disappear for almost a month haha what? noo that would be stupid...

You’ve just got home from school after 8 tiring hours of classes and classes repeating after one another and it seemed like it'd never end. It also doesn’t help that you lived about an hour of public transport away from college, and no, you didn’t have a dorm room because your girlfriend had separation anxiety. So to say you were exhausted was a tiny understatement. 

No, your head was pounding and spinning at the same time, your whole body was sore, muscles pulling and straining under layers and layers of skin and your eyes were half closed, almost asleep but you kept going. Your education was not only important to you, for your future but also your family. So far, you’re the only one to make it to uni, and though you were proud of yourself, it was kicking your ass hard.

You dropped your backpack somewhere in the house as you made your way to the kitchen, immediately reaching for a hefty mug and filling it up with black coffee to the brim. You scoffed quietly to yourself when you realised there wasn’t enough for a second round, but quickly moved past it, deciding to just grab an energy drink from the refrigerator later on.

You made your way to the kitchen table, almost stumbling over your thrown down backpack on the way. You didn’t pay any mind to the small drop of coffee spilled on the floor and picked up the heavy bag, dropping it on a chair by the table and sitting on the one next to it.

With a loud thud, the mug landed on the wooden table, the sound echoing through the empty house since your girlfriend was still at work. You cleared your throat and sniffled a little, it was cold outside which made your nose runny. You unzipped your backpack and took out the needed books and notebooks and soon got to work.

But it wasn’t long before you were down half a mug of coffee and your heart was thudding in your chest, echoing in your ears which made your head hurt even more as you tried reading the words on the page of a book in front of you, hands clenched into fists on the table as you proved to be unsuccessful. 

Your eyes watered but you pushed the tears back, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you took another large sip of the black coffee. 

But even you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

It hurt.

It hurt so much and you were beyond tired and you wanted it to end. The endless day after day of waking up, going to fry your brain, getting home to do more and pass out on top of your books.

You wanted to cry and beg for it to be over, you needed it to be over. You couldn’t keep pushing yourself more and more towards reaching that point where you just can’t. 

Soon, tears flooded your eyes and out of them, falling on the paper in front of you which, in your panic, you frantically tried to push away so it wouldn't get wet. No need to add more stress to your day tomorrow with going to the library to get another one. It fell on the floor and you flinched at the sound, throat tightening up as you pulled your knees to your chest, forehead hitting the hard joints.

Your chest felt tight, stomach in knots as your head spun and your vision blurred, your own cries and sobs mixed with the loud thudding of your heart flooded your ears so much so that you didn't notice the front door of the house opening, Billie entering the house with a small smile on her face. 

“Honey, I’m home~” She shouted in a sing-song tone as she pushed her shoes off, stretching as she began to walk further inside. Though, she stopped in her tracks when your sobs hit her ears, her head snapping in the direction of the kitchen and she took quick steps towards the room.

Her blue eyes landed on your shaking, curled up form on the chair by the table and her pulse quickened with worry, heart clenching and brows furrowing. 

“Baby?” 

Her sweet voice snapped you out of your head and you looked up, eyes meeting hers. A lump formed in your throat once more at the worry in her eyes and you tried speaking but a sob came out instead.

Billie quickly walked to you, hands immediately on your face and her thumbs wiping your tears off your cheeks. “Talk to me” She murmured, chest just as tight as yours was feeling in that moment.

“I—...I can’t” You managed out, voice breaking and face crumbling as you began crying again. Billie rushed to sooth you, bringing her lips to your forehead, one of her hands on the back of your neck.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll wait” 

So she did.

And about half an hour later, she had brought you to the couch and you were on her lap, facing her with your face in the crook of her neck. Her shoulder was wet but she didn’t care, she held you close until the sobs stopped rocking your body, until the lump eased from your throat and your chest wasn’t so tight anymore.

Your head finally lifted from her shoulder and your eyes met hers, almost tearing up again. You waited a moment before finally getting your words out; “I’m—.... I’m so tired, Billie” Your whispered, broken words broke your girlfriend’s heart, and she herself had to hold back from breaking down. Instead, she let you continue as she watched you take a deep, trembling breath; “I can’t—... do this anymore” 

Billie nodded, arms wrapped tightly around your torso while her thumbs pressed into the flesh of your waist. “What, baby?” She asked, her eyes scanning the dark circles under your eyes, your pale skin. 

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip. “Everything” 

Billie pursed her lips, blue eyes gazing into your blood-shot ones. One of her hands raised, pushing your hair away from your face, then it stopped, resting on your cheek. “Okay…” She murmured. “I know,” She said again. “I know it’s hard, and you can’t keep this up… I worry” Your head nodded a bit and Billie sighed. “I’m serious, you’re taking the next half of the semester off. Okay?” 

There was a moment of silence, your chest rising and falling unevenly due to your sniffling. Then, you nodded.

“Words, baby” 

You took a deep breath and parted your lips. “Okay. I’ll take the next half of semester off” Billie’s lips curled into a small, almost prideful smile and she hummed, rubbing your back. 

“Good” She whispered before kissing your cheek gently “let’s get to bed, hm?” You nodded again at her question and stood up. She followed and took your hand, leading you to your shared bedroom.

Soon enough, you were snuggled up against her, much calmer now with your head on her plush chest while she had an arm around you. You felt her lips press onto the crown of your head and your eyes fluttered shut at the contact. 

“Rest, baby. I’m right here” 

Her whispered words added to the slowly growing comfort you felt all over your body in her embrace and all you did was nod one last time before your brain shut off, almost completely and you slipped into a deep, relaxed sleep in the arms of the only woman capable of making you feel anything like this. 

Loved. Comforted. Cared for.

Any of the bunch. And you were right there for her, too. Forever.

☏ a/n: aw dang it, it's shit again! anyway sorry for not posting, and now I forgot how to do this sooo ugh. but anyway @tan1shere , here is it, my apologoies if you're disappointed 😞

[itsabouttimex2]

Ahhhhh the Tang Sanzang and Wukong fic was so good! I adore the interactions between demon reader and them- though i am curious how did the rest of the JTTW crew react to the mischievous scamp of the forest?

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(I had to use this gif again because there is jackshit for Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing in the LMK gif community. Give me my boys….)

Ao Lie is… rather confused that his master saw fit to bring along a child on this dangerous journey. After all, the path ahead is fraught with many dangers and perils. Perhaps the little one would be safer in the care of a monastery? Or even a kindly pair who had long wished for a child? Sure, they may be a demon, but they’re clearly not malicious or cruel!

However, the monk is set in his actions. Your wrists are cuffed with blessed bands, set to restrict when a sutra (separate from Wukong’s) is chanted. Your ragged clothing is replaced with a proper, covering cossack and walking shoes that they had to force your feet into as you screamed and kicked.

But in spite of the confusion he bears, Lie is a little happy, too! He’s got a little sister/brother to dote on now! As one of the gentler and less troublesome members of this little gang, he’s often tasked with watching over them, especially when the group is attacked by demons.

Though it takes him a while to coax you into actually taking him up on it, the white dragon horse frequently offers you rides. At first, you’re a bit too proud to accept, trudging along even as you tire from walking. He wants so bad for you to trust him, and maybe; in time, to consider him an older brother. And if that means he has to pester and push you into accepting a little bit of doting? So be it!

And one day you will accept. Worn to exhaustion from another demon attack and thoroughly admonished by your master after another escape attempt, your body is worn and sore. The fillets around your wrists have ground your skin raw, leaving you to whimper with each step that makes the cuffs jangle against your fresh wounds.

So, finally… you clamber up and onto his back with a few pained noises, sniffling into his lavish white mane.

“Brother Lie,” you hiccup, arms snaking around his neck. “Master got angry with me again.”

“Oh dear… did you try to run away again? Little one, it’s much safer to stay with your brothers and master!” Though his voice is not without compassion, he clearly sympathizes more with the monk who’s been intent on keeping you around. Mostly because he agrees with not letting something as small and precious as your little self take even a single step out of sight.

He… he just doesn’t want to lose you, that’s all! It’s not strange to want to protect a fellow demon! Why, you’re hardly more than a baby! Look at you, you poor thing! Tiny features and scrawny form and big eyes!

How could he risk you being unhappy? How could he risk you being hurt?

“Stay with me, little one! Big brother will find you something nice to eat! And then I’ll see if master has something for your poor wrists, hmm?”

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Sun Wukong is somewhat baffled that you’re being brought along, honestly.

Baby? A baby? A little forest-dwelling baby?Why, you’re no taller than his hip! Here, come here and “let him check your height” and then he snatches you off the ground with a grin.

“I may be no tree, but you’re hardly even a flower,” the monkey teases casually, throwing you into the air. “You haven’t even sprouted, bud! How are you going to keep up with such little legs? Aren’t you supposed to be the ‘Keeper of Great Beasts’, Y/N?” He catches you, then another throw, higher into the air. “Kiddo, they’d crush you under their feet and not feel a thing!”

“Wukong! Be gentle with the child! And stop teasing them!”

“Aww, but they like it,” he calls back to his master, patting your head as you flail to gain purchase from the arm he’s tucked you under, strangled by the accidental grip he has around your throat.

He’s, uh… not the gentlest or most responsible.

But- he makes for a good playmate! And that doesn’t sound all too serious or important, sure… but Y/N has a lot of skills they need to build, and socialization is one of them. Under Sanzang’s watchful eye are you pulled into many games and chases, helping you build basic skills and strength as you and Wukong wrestle or race.

I like to think he carries you on his back like a baby monkey when you get too tired, clinging tight to his strong-as-iron fur, nestling against the near-invulnerable fluff from behind.

“Brother Wukong, tell me your titles,” you say sleepily, having gaining some modicum of respect for the simian through constant playing and occasional training with him.

“And then tell you how I got them?” “And then tell me how you got them.”

This exchange essentially boils down “tell me a bedtime story,” and “sure, sweetie” but the only one who realizes that is the Great Monk, Tang Sanzang- who is trying very hard not to melt from the cuteness of it all.

Y/N getting to enjoy some measure of a happy and harm-free childhood in the form of the Great Sage’s furry arms, one hand thumping your back as he recites an old tale or two.

This massively improves Sanzang’s opinion of him, too. Seeing Wukong genuinely tamper down the ego and potential bloodlust (assuming he’s anything like in the novel) to be truly gentle with someone who definitely needs someone to trust and rely on… it’s quite redeeming of his character, certainly.

Probably tampers down his yandere behavior the best… until you get injured, and then all the other pilgrims get to see the strength with which he used to wreak havoc on Heaven.

And there will be blood. And bone shards. And brain matter. And eventually, the utter and thorough destruction of what was once a demon. No one can sway him from the carnage, not even the tightening-fillet sutra.

After all, isn’t every “big brother’s” job to protect his little siblings?

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Zhu Baije is probably the most resistant to having you along, mostly because he knows he’ll have to be “polite” and “patient” with you around, some whelp dragged to the world from the root of a fallen fruit tree.

Often tries to trick you out of food, but gets petulant when you try the same thing with him. And then he has the gall to ask you to help him identify poisonous plants and berries for him to snack on. Under threat of the sutra being recited, you grudgingly give him proper advice.

Now, it’s not that he can’t be sweet and doting-

It’s just that he doesn’t want to be.

Also, he brings out the idiot in you very quickly, causing Sanzang to try and supervise any and all interactions between the two of you. Because when he doesn’t, you get this:

“Y/N, there’s a stronghold of demons here! What are we supposed to do?!”

Y/N, who has lived in a sprawling forest with big scary animals from the moment they were born: “…maybe we should try to make ourselves look bigger.”

“Brother Swine, come and help me overturn this log!” “S-Swine?! You little brat, you better call me by my name!” “Or else what… Brother Swine?” “Or else I’ll-“

“Enough,” calls the Great Monk, stern and tired. “Enough squabbling, my disciples! If we are to see this journey to the end, we must all cooperate! Please, Zhu Bajie, lend your hand to Y/N. They asked not out of laziness, but as acknowledgment of your strength!”

“…huh. Alright, then! I can help!”

But, slowly, he does come to care about you. Letting you rest your head on his gut like a squishy pillow, carrying you when you get hurt, making sugar-sweetened herbal tea to share with you, letting you hide behind him when Sanzang is looking for you…

And then he eats the first human being who tries to hurt you. All across you is a messy shower of splattered gore and sundered organs, painting your face and body.

It’s proof, crimson and wet, that he really does love you, in spite of everything.

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Sha Wujing, to start off- adores Y/N. They’re tiny! They’re cute! They transform into adorable animals! They can talk to beasts and trees!

And… they treat him like a person. An actual, thinking, feeling, person.

He definitely tries to dote on the kid, and I think he’s a strong contender for being their favorite person. How monstrous he is! How powerful! Like the great beasts that lived in their forest, tall and proud and imposing!

Wujing reminds them of home, essentially. Y/N is constantly crawling all over him as they would the beasts of their grand forest. He allows the strange behavior, understanding that the kid’s never had real interaction with other people outside of toying with travelers or waylaying attackers.

Always kneeling my down to their level and trying to make the child feel safe and heard. He often shares tales of his river and interesting passerby, and Y/N responds in turn, speaking of their forest. The two of them laugh and bond over their shared experiences.

And off the side, Sanzang is listening in with horror all across his face as they compare stories of killing and eating invaders who dared come to their homes.

Lots of piggyback and shoulders rides, and just barely being able to peel over his red mop of hair. He’s also one of the only people who you let mess with your hair, allowing him to comb and braid it.

“Brother Sand,” you call aloud, a nickname just a touch more affectionate than those you’ve given his companions. “Come look at the creatures I have found in the riverbank!”

And man drops everything to spend a little more time with you, happy to let you push little creatures into his massive palms as he teaches you their names.

And maybe, if things go wrong… the bloody butchering and head-piking/skull-stringing of anyone who even looks at you wrong. Maybe.

In general, just an absolute delight.

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Tang Sanzang believes entirely in the possibility of anyone becoming a better person through hard work and effort.

So little Y/N, the Guardian who Spreads Growth, Keeper of Great Beasts:

Put flatteringly: Is adopted by five men and treated as a cherished; if troublesome, little sibling who is doted on and allowed to become a better person. Lots of good food and cozy clothing, and they never go hungry or cold again. They’re taught to read and write, and never are without unconditional love.

Put unflatteringly: is forcibly displaced from their home and made to adopt new customs and styles, severed from that which they know and love to become someone else’s idea of “right”. Also they get torture bands slapped on their wrists.

Sanzang tries to be fatherly and kind with Y/N, attempting to delve into the “why” of any mischievous or cruel actions you commit instead of simply writing them off as “bad”.

“So… you thought that man was going to hurt you?”

“He smiled at me! With all his teeth! It was a threat, Master! And then he walked towards me with a hand out!”

“…I see. You were scared of being hurt, then?”

“I- No! No! I didn’t say I was scared! I wasn’t!”

Lots of “therapy sessions” to help work through your feral mindset and improve your problem solving skills.

In general, solving problems while trying not to be frustrated. For example:

Given that Y/N has never once cut their hair, it’s even longer than they are tall, and proves to be quite a bit of trouble. And they respond violently to his attempts to cut it, screaming and swiping like a feral cat. It takes a few weeks of nudging and asking, but Sanzang gets them to submit to a “trim” that cuts more than five feet of hair away and still leaves the little demon’s locks dangling down to their ankles. He’ll try for more later, but allows you to be for a while.

Then, cutting your nails. And washing the grime from your body. And getting you into shoes that you’ll keep on. He settles for boots with laces, given that you can’t tie or untie them. Y/N, you’re sitting on the ground in front of him seething because you aren’t flexible enough to bend forward and chew through the twine lacing. Also, in order for him to get them on in the first place someone has to restrain you, so one of your “brothers” is getting the silent treatment. (It’s Wukong.)

He won’t ever be “Brother Sanzang” or “Brother Monk”, but he will get something better:

“…father,” you’ll finally say after a full year of traveling with him, lying in a puddle of tears with your head in his lap. “Please… please forgive me, father.”

“Oh, Y/N… of course, of course. Come now, sit with me. Let me tend your wounds and wipe your tears. All will be well.. my child.”

And maybe, just maybe… he’ll think about taking one of your circlets off.

[abbysbunny]

LOSER!SHAUNA • 📚

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warnings: making out

notes: loser shauna save me....loser shauna save me...

shauna shipman was a loser, a total utter loser . yet somehow she's getting to tutor the head cheerleader, you .

she had spent a half hour deciding what she was gonna wear, she had tried on five different outfits and finally settled on baggy jeans a t shirt and a flannel, nothing too special . the drive to your house was very anxiety inducing for her, she has no idea how to talk to you . she knocked on your door with her shakey hands, you swung your open with a smile on your face, shauna looked you up and down and noticed you were wearing a jean skirt and a baby tee, she looked father down and saw white fuzzy socks

'hey shauna come in!' you beamed, she stepped into your house and followed you to your room . your room was full of posters and fairy lights, 'c'mon sit on my bed with me' you patted the seat next to you, 'uhm-uh-okay' she stuttered . 'okay so I need help with history and math, and uhm i know your really good at those things so' you said as you pulled out your school books . shauna pulled her books out with you and the study session begun

after a half hour of back to back working and reading you started to get tired and you wanted a small break, 'hey shauna' she turned her head towards your way, she pushed her glasses up and hummed, 'can we take a break? just a small one' she nodded and removed the books off her lap, 'can I do your makeup?' you proposed . 'yeah sure' she mumbled, the thought of your being close to her make her palms sweat

she sat in your chair as you straddled her lap, everything was doing good till the eyeliner, your face was inches away from hers . the thought of kissing you lingered in her mind as you continued to doll her up, you shifted in your seat making her leg twitch, you giggled at how nervous she was, you thought it was cute . 'you're so nervous shauna!' you giggled once more

your laugh made her heart sore, you were such a bright person, she looked into your eyes and sighed, you continued to fix up her eyeliner, 'do you want lipstick now?' she nodded but her eyes were fixed on your lips, 'you my want lipstick?' she mindlessly nodded hoping you meant what she thought you meant, you used your pointer and middle finger to raise her chin, 'i want a clear yes shauna'

her mouth felt dry, she smacked her lips and looked up at you, 'yes I want your lipstick' you smiled and nodded, you slowly moved your head closer to hers, your lips brushed against hers, 'you wanna kiss me?' she nodded her head, she couldn't control herself anymore, she grabbed you by the back of your head and crashes her lips against yours, she whimpered into the kiss, the feeling of your hands sliding up and down her body was euphoric

she was so touched starved just your touch was making her sweat and her cheeks flush . you trailed kisses down her neck, sucking on her skin, she was such a loser and you loved it

[antivan-dragon]

Maybe some rope play with the Ghoul? Some popular scenes from the Fallout series usually involve some rope 😵

A/N: Thank you for your message, and this is what my sick mind elaborated from your suggestion. My native language is not English so I apologize if you find some mistakes, I’m still improving :) Warnings: Afab!Reader, Female genitals, No reader physical description, fingering, oral (you receive), rope involvement but not as you expect... maybe (evil laugh), violence, explicit language, mention drug abuse, mention of violence, explicit pun game, explicit sexual content, no beta reader, wrote it in a very late hour with a tired but inspired mind. This is my first Tumblr request in a long time, feel free to let me know what do you think. I accept respectful constructive critiques. Please, don't be mean for the pure desire of it. +18 Summary: Super mutants caught you and they hung you from the ceiling. You might look like a damsel in distress but with a price on your head. Honestly, there is very little of a damsel and very little of distress ;)

You were hanging from the ceiling of a Super Duper Mart, slowly swinging back and forth and cursing, but with a low voice because it wasn’t a comfortable situation for you. Super mutants caught you the day before but didn’t kill you yet because somehow they learned what a price on a head was, and they were happy to use you as bait for the little humans.

The rope around your torso was a tight fit to support you without causing major injuries but as the hours passed, your body started to feel weak and sore, not to mention you were thirsty but not in a million years you would ask a Super mutant for water, nor food.

It was the middle of the night when your thoughts about how to escape that situation were interrupted by some gunshots from the outside. Super mutants gave the alarm and gathered in forces to fight the intruders. According to them, only one little human was trying to fight them. What kind of idiot would fight a bunch of Super mutants alone?

But the fight continued for a long, and they had to use a suicider and a couple of hounds to oppose the threat. Who the hell was that little human was managing to win?

A mix of feelings filled your mind, you saw a way out but were also scared by who was about to break in. If that person was able enough to defeat Super mutants, you had no hopes of escaping. The price on your head was pretty much heavy.

Suddenly, everything went quiet. The atmosphere was heavy as you waited helplessly. The sound of your own heartbeat filled your ears and your throat felt even drier. The store’s main door opened with a creak, as the Super mutants’ campfires cast shadowy illusions, hindering your ability to see who came in.

Step by step, the mysterious figure finally came closer enough to reveal themselves.

“I'll be damned if this ain't the easiest prey I have ever hunted...”

And you stared with a shocked expression, lips opened ajar and eyes wide open. The last creature you’d expect to see at that moment was a lone ghoul. Although he managed to defeat all the Super mutants on his own, it would still be a fantastic opportunity for you to flee. If it was a group of raiders, it would be harder... impossible, and your fate would have been even worse....

It was the idea you were pleased to accept, at least, and so, you started your act.

“Hey! Uh, my savior! Can you please release me before those brutes come back? I- I'm so scared and... and hungry...”

“Cut the shit, princess. Ya know why I'm here and I would release you only if you can turn me human again so, let's talk about business. How 'bout that?”

He used your real name, the one printed on your bounty while he took a chair and dragging it right in front of you. He heavily sat with spread legs, thinking about what to do with you. He would have cut the rope but keeping you bound because it would have been easier dragging your around. However, the power he felt in having you at his mercy titled his senses and so, he decided would have had some fun.

You sighed, it was always the same fucking story, every time someone tried to catch you, there was a specific shithead who wanted to take advantage of you. Getting rid of them wasn't a problem for you, usually, but you were up to your neck in shit at that specific moment.

“What do you want in exchange for my freedom?” You asked in a bothersome manner, with the obvious intention of being direct.

The ghoul raised his eyebrows, pretty surprised by your not-worried reaction. “Uhm.” He murmured, considering your offer. “Do you have any chems with ya?”

“Not at the moment, but I'm sure there's something around this damn place.”

“You're right, too easy.” He moved to bend over and resting his elbows on his thighs. “What about eating you? I’d lose my bounty but you'd be free for sure.”

Of course, he was meaning it literally, but you snapped back with irony, damn your fucking mouth.

“There's only one way to eat me, honey.”

When you saw him silently considering it, you instantly tried to change the cards in the game.

“Oh come on now, I was joking.”

He ignored you and left the chair to reach where the rope was tied, loosening the knot to lower you a bit. The short jump caused you a stomach cramp but your feet weren't touching the floor yet.

“Fuck...” You said with a low voice, mentally preparing yourself to face whatever that damn ghoul had in his sick mind.

When he came back to you, you felt his firm grip on your hips to stop you from dangling around and he turned you enough to position your pussy at his face height. He looked up, watching you from under the brim of his hat with a teasing expression. He could read on your pretty face that you were imagining him eating you out, and probably you were already getting wet at that thought.

“Ask me anything else, I'll see what I can do.” You said with an embarrassed voice, trying to control yourself.

“Nope. I think I’ll take your first offer.”

With those words, he took off your boots and he pulled your pants and underwear down with a sharp move, disrobing the lower part of your body. You bit your tongue to don't emit any sound, but your face was on fire, as your gut and your pussy.

“Now...” He started to speak on purpose to tease you a little more. “I'm the kind of ghoul who kills people to live, the one who eats the worst shit you can imagine and who is kept alive by chems...” He took off his gloves, and his hat and positioned one of your legs on his shoulder. “But I never abused a woman. And since your feet aren't tied up, you're free to kick my face whenever ya want, baby doll. The question is, would ya like me to eat you out?”

You were speechless, realizing only at that moment you were more than happy with what was happening, and you literally asked for it. But your ego was bruised, and you felt like a filthy whore, and you weren't... usually.

“Fuck me...” You said with disappointment as a filler word, but again, he took you seriously.

“Maybe later, sweetheart.”

He broke eye contact with you to smell your aroused scent and he placed his mouth and half of his face against your core without hesitation. He was interested in making you cum but he wanted to make it quick because his already hard cock was asking for its piece of cake as well.

You opened wide your eyes and your mouth, releasing a silent cry of pleasure while his wrinkled lips and warm tongue made their way between your labia, teasing your clit and savoring your taste.

He didn't remember the last time he laid with a woman, but fuck, the whole thing was from another planet. Who knew he would have fucked a tied-up pretty human pussy in the middle of an abandoned Super Duper Mart once Super mutants' den?

You tried to keep control of yourself to don't release any sound in one last illusory chance to keep some dignity. But that damn ghoul knew how to use the tongue, and he was merciless. In an automatic gesture, you moved your other leg on his other shoulder, trying to keep his head against your core, looking for more friction.

He sank his fingers in the flesh of your thighs, making a satisfied chuckling. “Turned out I was right.” He muffled while sinking two fingers up to your pussy. They slipped inside you easily since you were already a mess down there, and when he added a third finger he started to pump vehemently, making you forget how sore your upper body was.

The whole inappropriate situation mixed up with the physical pleasure drove you crazy, and your body reacted much easier than usual, reaching the orgasm faster and harder. He kept you steady while you trembled and released loud moans, unable to control yourself anymore.

“Music for my ears.” He teased while he let you ride your orgasm as much as you could, flooding his fingers with your juice and gradually slowing down.

Your mind was blurred as you caught some air. When the ghoul moved away and your body came back to dangling by your weight, you felt the pain.

“Take me down...” You said with an exhausted voice.

“On my way, but don't relax too much, sweet cheeks. We aren't done yet.”

Hearing his deep, rough voice, caused a rush of adrenaline in your body and your pussy clenched around nothing, as if it was ready for a second round. He loosed the knot to lower you enough for you to touch the floor with your feet, but your legs weren't able to support you. No fear for you to fall, because he already fixed the rope to keep you tied up.

When he came back to you, he had a chair and he positioned it right in front of you.

“What about fulfilling your second request? It could be your ticket out.”

Your tired eyes dropped on the bulge in his pants, and it took a second for you to reply.

“I want some water before.”

“As you wish.”

[tazahan]

MOTHER'S MEMORIES

Okay....(take a deep breast* I mean breath) I'm kinda nervous to show you my very first fanfic and let me tell you, I never ever wrote a story about any kind of fanfics before so I'm sorry if I made a mistake and English is not my main language. But Since some of you guys are so kind to give me an opportunity to show my first writings, so here is my offering to you, I hope you guys can enjoy it :)

Summary:

(In this AU story, You are a young woman who married the Lin Kuei grandmaster, Bi Han, for reasons of diplomatic relations between the two clans. The father of Lin Kuei bros is still alive. There is no love in your relationship yet, and Bi Han still regards you as his subordinate rather than his wife. But you continue to strive to win his heart.)

After warming up for a long time, she finally found herself able to get closer to the grandmaster, Bi Han. Even though he still gave the impression of being distant, this was better than when Bi Han still treated her like the lowest student. (Y/N) does not expect her position to be equal to her husband, who is a grandmaster, but she hopes one day Bi Han will be more open up to her and start accepting her as his companion. Not his underling.

One evening the sun began to set, Bi Han finally asked (Y/N) to spend some time practicing alone with him in the temple's garden. He wanted to test (Y/N)'s abilities to see if she was worthy enough to become a Lin Kuei soldier. After all, Bi Han did not marry a weak woman and he needs you to show him strong proof why you married him.

And this is a good opportunity for (Y/N) to approach, not as master and student but as husband and wife. (Y/N) happily accepted orders from her husband.

After doing several tiring moves and her body starting to crumble, Bi Han finally told (Y/N) to rest and sit beside him under a maple tree that was starting to fall. Bi Han was seen starting to meditate and made signs for (Y/N) to follow what he was doing. A cool breeze began to blow on (Y/N)'s tired face. The grass swayed to the rhythm of the wind.

The wind blew into (Y/N) 's face again and this time it brought some leaves and hit (Y/N) 's mouth, (Y/N) winced in discomfort and she started coughing, spitting out the leaves that had entered her mouth. Bi Han glanced at her and stifled a laugh. Then Bi Han concentrated again on meditation.

(Y/N) wanted to try to break the silence but not a single word came out of (Y/N)'s mouth. She still felt afraid and awkward towards her husband. He still intimidating to her. Besides, Bi Han wouldn't be interested in small talk which could later break his concentration. (Y/N) just kept quiet and followed the breathing instructions. "Have you done all of your duties well today?" Bi Han asked suddenly.

“Uh? Y-yes, Grandmaster” “Good.”, Bi Han replied. "Have you had lunch?" he asked again. "Yes?" (Y/N)'s answer shortly "Good to hear, just because I often go on missions outside doesn't mean you don't take good care of yourself here." Said Bi Han curtly. Then silence returned It seemed that the meditation was over, from the way Bi Han sat, he started to look more relaxed. (Y/N) began to stretch out her legs which were starting to feel sore and played with the fallen maple leaves.

Bi Han glanced at (Y/N) again. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her pleasing to the eyes. Her hair was a little messy, her sweaty skin, was exposed to the rays of the setting sun and made (Y/N) look glowing, and the Lin Kuei uniform started to look a bit tighter due to the curve of her body.

(Y/N) didn't notice Bi Han's gaze, and she was still playing with the maple leaves in her hands.

Bi Han was amused and wanted to mess (Y/N)'s head but his ego bested him and prevented him from doing so. Still unknown why Bi Han' s still against physical affection.

Bi Han began to feel the awkwardness between the two of them. He realized he had to say something other than questioning (Y/N)'s condition and (Y/N)'s obligations that she had carried out.

"You…have you sent a letter to your parents about how you are doing here?" Bi Han asked again. (Y/N) was a little surprised by Bi Han's question. Since when did he know that she had always been writing letters to her parents? but that is of course a normal thing for a child who will always provide news to their parents. Moreover, there was no internet in the Lin Kuei, and the only way to inform those closest to the situation was to send a letter.

"Y-yes, always." (Y/N) answered. "Hmm, I wish them good health," Bi Han replied. "Thank you, Grandmaster." (Y/N) answered. It's a little surprising that Bi Han hopes for good health for her parents. Even though he is not close to (Y/N)'s parents. And Bi Han always considered (Y/N)'s family to be outsiders who should have no relationship with Lin Kuei. Bi Han was too proud to make an alliance with another clan. But because this was an order from his father, he couldn't refuse it.

Bi Han started asking again, "Do you miss your parents?" (Y/N) was again surprised by Bi Han's question. Since when did Bi Han care about the condition of herself and her parents? isn't their marriage just a diplomatic relationship status? (Y/N) answered hesitantly and tried not to give an answer that could trigger her husband. "Y-yes, I miss my father and mother. I'm a little worried if one day something happens to them and I'm not there to help them."

"I understand" responded Bi Han. "You seem... to really care about your parents. Especially your father. It's clear how much he pampers you," Bi Han continued. "Oh? Really? Hehe…" While scratching her head, (Y/N) answered with a hesitant laugh. "Maybe because I'm their only daughter, so they must be a bit overprotective of me."

"Just like I thought" Bi Han sniffed.

(Y/N) realized that Bi Han was the only one who had been asking her several questions. Now it was her turn to ask about his life.

"What about your relationship with your parents, Grandmaster?" (Y/N) asked. Bi Han glanced at her with a sharp gaze and made her a little scared.

"I-if you don't want to answer, I understand. I'm sorry for being presumptuous in asking…" (Y/N) asked.

"My parents always taught us about the values of life and the dignity of the Lin Kuei. Discipline and honor." Bi Han answered.

"But my father as you know, was a former strict leader and he wanted me as his successor. You will never know the burden I have carried all this time, just to please him." Bi Han replied curtly.

"But I am proud of my title and I am confident that I can bring the glory of the Lin Kuei to greater heights than when the Lin Kuei was under my father's patronage." Bi Han crossed his arms while looking above.

It can be seen how Bi Han has a very visible distance from his father. He hated his father but he still respected his father. It wasn't easy for him as the eldest son, he had to carry out all his obligations as the new Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

"But in his eyes, I was still a snotty kid who needed guidance. Although in the end, he handed down the title to me he still did not admit my capability of leading this faction."

His face became enraged, and he was seen gritting his teeth and clenching his hands. She can see ice particles flowing through his veins.

"Despite the way he treated you,.. I believe he still loves you but...maybe you don't realize it, Grandmaster." (Y/N) tries to cheer him up.

"Enough of your nonesense!" Bi Han snapped in his booming deep voice.

(Y/N) shuddered in horror. Has she gone too far into Bi Han's family affairs? (Y/N) fell silent again and looked down while holding back her tears. She was afraid that if she asked again, she would only worsen her husband's mood.

Being with Bi Han felt like walking on eggshells. (Y/N) felt that whatever she did or said was always wrong in Bi Han's eyes.

Bi Han realized that his response had hurt his wife again, and he felt a little guilty. Bi Han exhaled a long breath and looked at (Y/N). "Whatever happens between me and my father is not something you have to be concerned about, you understand?"

(Y/N) looked at him slowly and nodded her head. Bi Han then took the maple leaf from (Y/N)'s hand and examined it carefully. "Soon, it will be winter." Bi Han said.

"Extreme cold won't stop you from training hard, right? A Lin Kuei must remain alert no matter the circumstances." Bi Han advised.

"Understood, Grandmaster." (Y/N) answered.

Bi Han seemed to be starting to relax again. He leaned his back against the tree and looked up.

"Back then… this garden, is the place we often visited with our late mother. My mother also trained me and my two brothers here." Bi Han opened the conversation again at this time about his mother. "We spent our break time here. There are lots of memories from my late mother that I can't forget." Bi Han replied.

Bi Han could be seen smiling slightly, remembering the days of his childhood. Bi Han has a close relationship with his mother.

(Y/N) started to become interested again and asked questions related to his mother.

"Your mother, what was she like when she was alive?" (Y/N) asked.

Enthusiastically, Bi Han began to answer her question.

"As a mother, she was loving, compassionate, and fiercely protective of our family. She taught me the value of honor, discipline, and respect for others. She was my guiding light and the source of strength for our entire family."

Bi Han woke up from his back and made small ice figures on the ground with his hands. The figures look like a woman and 3 small children, implying that they are the Grandmistress, Bi Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas when they were little.

Bi Han made them change poses while telling his story, like when they were on a picnic, practicing martial arts, and playing. These ice small sculptures look very beautiful, and they were like moving on their own. Like the animated movies that (Y/N) has been watching when (Y/N) still lived in the city with her family.

"They're so beautiful!" (Y/N) was amazed by Bi Han's small creation. All this time, she has always witnessed the action and horror that always comes out of Bi Han's Cryomancer power. It is unexpected that someone as scary as Bi Han still has a soft side that has not been seen by other people's eyes. (Y/N) was very grateful for this little thing.

Bi Han smiled and continued his story. "Her legacy lives on in the teachings and values she instilled in me and in the hearts of all those she touched. She is dearly missed, but her spirit continues to inspire and guide me every day."

“She sounds indeed a great woman, a formidable warrior, and an amazing mother.” (Y/N) responded.

“She was. My mother was indeed a remarkable woman. She had the strength and skill of a warrior and the wisdom of a leader. She could lead as well as my father, and her presence on the battlefield was always an inspiration to those around her.”

“Until…” Bi Han's face looked sad again. The small ice figures in front of them shattered into snowflakes.

“The day our mother died. From that damned disease." The atmosphere became gloomy again. (Y/N) also felt the sadness in Bi Han's heart. Bi Han is good at hiding his feelings but they are still obvious to (Y/N). "You… must be really miss your mother." Bi Han let out a long breath. "There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her. I can still feel her touch and her voice." He closed his eyes. Silence began to set in, and (Y/N) didn't know what else to say. But (Y/N) had an idea. And that might not be a good idea or too bold. But it's worth a try. This is all for the sake of winning the grandmaster's heart. "Grandmaster?" (Y/N) called him softly. "Would you like to lay your head here? Just for a moment" (Y/N) changed her sitting position while patting her thigh.

Bi Han glanced at her and made a disgusted face. "Is this some kind of joke you made to degrade your Grandmaster?"

"No! Not at all. Please. Just this once. I won't ask for anything." (Y/N) begged. Bi Han frowned and sighed. He looked like he would reluctantly do what (Y/N) told him to do. Bi Han lay down and rested his head on (Y/N)'s thighs. This was the first time she had seen Bi Han's face this close. (Y/N)'s heart was beating fast, but she tried to remain calm.

(Y/N) began to gently stroke Bi Han's head and hair. She could feel all the muscles on Bi Han's face starting to relax. He no longer looked angry. and stared slowly at (Y/N)'s face.

"When I was little, my mother did this to me when I was feeling unwell. I'm sure the grandmistress did the same thing to you and your brothers." (Y/N) returned Bi Han's gaze with a smile.

Bi Han didn't say anything, but he seemed to be enjoying (Y/N)'s caress. Her hands are so small, so soft and so warm comparing to his hands. (Y/N) started humming a lullaby which strangely sounded almost similar to the song his mother always sang when Bi Han and his two brothers were going to sleep.

Bi Han began to reminisce about the pleasant times he and his two brothers had with their mother when they were children. (Y/N)'s touches reminded him of his mother once more. Bi Han closed his eyes and without realizing it he fell asleep on (Y/N)'s lap.

(Y/N) continued to stroke and massage Bi Han's head. She still couldn't believe that she had succeeded in making Bi Han soften towards her. This is one big step!

'When he's not angry, he looks handsome though' thought (Y/N). Bi Han seems so peaceful sleeping with his face like that.

The sky began to darken. Bi Han awoke from his slumber with wide eyes and promptly rose from his place. (Y/N) was surprised to see Bi Han wake up in such a hurry.

"How long have I been asleep?" Bi Han asked. He looked panicked. "Umm..around…15 minutes?" (Y/N) answered. "We can't rest here for too long. Get up! There are still lots of tasks to complete!" "Y-yes, Grandmaster," said (Y/N). (Y/N) got up from sitting and her legs also felt sore.

Bi Han seemed to have his back to (Y/N). "Wife." "Yes, Grandmaster?" "Thank You." Bi Han walks, leaving (Y/N) behind. (Y/N) smiled and assumed a respectful posture behind Bi Han. And walked after her husband leaving the garden.

THE END