#sometimes I get an ache in my chest that keeps me from doing anything I'm supposed to do and leaves me only able to lie down

[a-stranger-draws]

Empty Feeling

[buckyalpine]

Just a fluffy little thought. A grumpy, moody, broody Bucky, moping and grumbling through the compound with a scowl on his face. He was restless and annoyed the whole jet ride home. He tosses his bags off to the side, throwing off his tactical gear without a care in the world and Sam and Nat are utterly baffled because the mission was a complete success. Bucky's plan worked perfectly, his strategies were what got them in and out, he'd even saved a group of civilians that were unexpected.

Why was he grumpier than usual?

Because something is not right.

Everyone gathers for dinner and he barely takes a bite. He's shifting his food around his a fork before getting up and sitting on the couch instead with his arms across his chest and shoulders tensed. No one breathes a word, letting him storm to himself. Except you. You'd noticed Bucky's less than pleasant attitude but it doesn't scare you and you felt bad seeing him sitting by himself clearly stewing over something.

Maybe you had a crush on the soldier too. Maybe.

"Hey" You give him a soft smile as you take a seat beside him, still giving him space, "You okay?"

He gives you a shrug in response but that was normal with Bucky. You'd check in again and if he still didn't want to talk, you'd leave him alone.

"What's wrong"

Usually his standard answer of telling people to fuck off was easy but not with you. Never with you. Not when you turn him into a pile of mush and fluff. Bucky's grumpy face turns more into a pout as he contemplates telling you what's been making him so mad.

"My tummy hurts" he mumbles and you have to hold every fiber of your body together to keep from melting into a puddle because he could have said he felt unwell. Stomach pain. Stomach ache.Felt sick. Felt off. He could have said absolutely any other variation of what he was feeling but no.

The poor, grumpy, angry soldier was huffy and puffy because of a tummy ache.

"I'm sorry bub" you coo, not even realizing what you'd called him,"What would make you feel better?" You ask but Bucky doesn't actually know the answer. When he usually felt queasy he'd just grit it out until it went away.

"When I was little, my ma would make me some soup" He wasn't sure if it actually cured anything but he remembered it always being the yummiest thing he'd tasted and the one thing that made him feel all better. "But that was for when I had a cold"

"What about for tummy aches" You asked, noting the way the soldiers cheeks turned pink, his fingers fidgeting with each other. Of course he knew what his ma would do for his little achy belly but it's not like you could help...

"Um, sometimes she'd tuck me in bed and then.."

"Then?" You cock your head in curiosity while Bucky's voice dies on his tongue.

"Then she'd rub my tummy till I went to sleep" He rushes out with a small voice while keeping his eyes trained on his hands. His eyes grow wide at the giggle you let out, worried he'd made a complete idiot of himself, what were you to do with that information, it's not like you'd-

"C'mere" You take his hand gently in yours, gauging his reaction before moving him to lay his head on your lap. Bucky's stomach is now a mess of butterflies and whatever was upsetting him, his muscles melting into Jello as soon as you'd touched him. "Is this okay?" Your hand rests closer to his hip than right on his stomach and Bucky is barely able to squeak out a yes along with a quick nod.

You hum, moving your hand to rub soft circles around his tummy, his firm muscles under making you giddy on the inside. You recollect your nerves, focused on soothing motions, your other hand moving to play with Bucky's hair. You card your fingers through his short chestnut locks, smiling at the way he closes his eyes, his breathing starting to slow, muscles releasing their tenison.

"Better?" You whisper, giggling to yourself at the deep purr he made in response, relaxing with your gentle ministrations. He rolls over, smushing his face against your stomach, far too relaxed to care. The soft snores that follow after let you know the remedy certainly worked. As soon as you move your hand away, he blindly reaches out, placing it right back where it belongs and going back to sleep immediately after, tummy ache all gone, flutterly little butterflies replacing them. He's already dreaming of all the ways he could return the favour.

Isn't he an absolute precious baby.

So cute.

Bonus scene:

Of course the team gawk at what they see; the grumpy soldier now happy as a clam on your lap.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Bucky's tummy hurts" You reply with a smile and honestly the answer sends everyone into chaos.

"Awww Buckyyyy"

"So that's why he was so grumpy. Should've known when he kept pouting everytime we had turbulence"

"AWWWW The winter soldier as a widdle tummy ache?" Sam coos, only to silence his cackles when Bucky's eyes shoot open, staring daggers at him. "Don't give me that look when you're curled up on y/n's lap like a cat"

"Does rubbing it help ya feel all better-oh fuck"

Bucky's glare sends everyone scrambling right out, the empty room leaving him all content again.

Yes.

Rubbing his tummy made him feel all better.

[suiana]

✎ yandere! demon who is absolutely enamoured by you. you're his perfect little angel, so kind, so innocent, and oh so caring. how could you even care for a demon like him?

✎ yandere! demon who is absolutely distraught when you tell him you have to leave him, to go do some angel duties or something... what? you're just leaving him like that? after showing him what kindness feels like? oh that won't do. not at all.

✎ yandere! demon who rips out your wings, ripping you away from your divinity that you cherished with all your heart. he knows it hurts, he knows you'll hate him for a bit. but it was justified, obviously. you were going to leave him. ...not to worry! he's sure you'll love him again soon, and maybe he'll even give you some demonic wings to match with him?

✎ yandere! demon who will do anything to keep you by his side. right beside him, that's where you belong and that's how it's going to stay.

"you ruined me!"

"yeah? and I'm a demon, sweetheart. I'm selfish and i take what i want."

your chest heaves heavily, your face absolutely distraught as the demon coos at you, cheeks flushed and a lovesick expression on his face as he holds your face in his hands. you lock eyes with him, staring straight into his deluded ones, and you can't help but let out a shaky breath.

you feel disgusting.

violated.

and most importantly, naked.

you felt absolutely naked without your wings, the wings you cherished and loved over anything else. the very wings that even god himself praised. the wings that you loved with all your heart.

and you'd never see them again.

all because this demon you showed kindness to had fallen and wanted to be selfish. all because he had wanted to keep you with him. but you suppose you couldn't expect anything different. i mean, he was a demon after all.

"oh... don't cry anymore, would you? my beautiful angel shouldn't waste their tears over some lost wings. in fact... i could give you new ones. you'd look much more alluring with some demon wings."

you freeze at his words, disgust running up your throat as you register his words. why would he even suggest such a thing?!

you glare at him venomously, eyes staring straight into his soul as you let out some irritated mumbles. the demon merely purses his lips, staring back at you before cooing once more.

"why are you looking at me like that? don't like the idea?"

duh. of course you didn't like it. why would you ever want demon wings?

you were an angel for god's sake! not a demon!

you continue to glare at him, tears rolling down your cheeks as the demon hums happily, as though he didn't just tear you away from everything you loved.

"ah... my pretty angel... i really adore you with all my heart, i do. it's just, you're so... naive sometimes."

he pauses, wiping away your tears as his thumb caresses your cheek. you say nothing, not wanting to engage with him at all. what was there to say to a man who locked you out of what you called your home?

"i love you, i made that quite obvious, didn't i? yet you were still so oblivious and decided to leave. you were going to leave me alone, baby."

he mutters, tone lowering as his eyes narrow at the memory of you telling him that you were going to return back to heaven.

he hated it. hated it oh so much. in fact, he'd get rid of your ex-home in the clouds if he could. he absolutely despises all the other heavenly beings that never spared a single glance at the lower realms of earth.

"how could you do that to me hm? don't you care about me? i know you love me too... somewhere in that heart of yours, you know you do."

he mutters, looking at you with the most obsessed eyes the world could ever imagine. you felt a shiver run down your spine, your raw wounds aching as you suddenly feel your body grow cold.

"come on darling... i know you're not like those other hypocrites up there. you're leagues better than them. really don't understand why you'd want to return back-"

"well at least they didn't rip away my wings!"

you suddenly interject, feeling your annoyance building up as you chew on your bottom lip. god damnit, was this guy emotionally dense or what?

"they didn't take away the one thing i loved the most, did they? they didn't brutally mutilate my body or defile me! they didn't take me away from ny home!"

you hiss, giving it your all against him as your eyes dart all over his face for a response. you wanted to see how he would react to it. hopefully nothing too bad though. maybe just a little bit of anger, a little irritation to help you feel slightly better.

but of course, it was as though you were no longer graced with heaven's blessings, for he was more than just 'a little bit angry'.

"baby, when have i ever defiled you? i only took away your wings, didn't i? it's not that bad. you'll learn to live without them."

he mutters, glaring back at you as his grip on your face tightens considerably. you let ot a wince, eyes shutting from the intensity he held you at. but he doesn't let up, why would he when you've got him all fired up?

"i just did what i thought was necessary. i just did what i had to do to keep you with me."

the demon states firmly, looking at you as his nails start to dig into your skin, drawing blood from how hard he was gripping. but that doesn't stop him. of course it wouldn't. he first needs to get it through your head that you and him were meant to be. that he was yours just as you were his. completely, utterly, his.

"darling don't you understand? we were meant to be together. you and me, us. we fit together perfectly like a puzzle. you can't ever leave me."

with how he was repeating that, it was really starting to get to you. it was like he was drilling it into your head like some military sargent.

"and your home is with me. not with them, not up there, not anywhere else. me. got that?"

he finally lets go, sighing softly before rubbing your shoulders gently, a total 180 from how he was acting just seconds ago. you watch as the demon goes back to cooing over you, gently rubbing your arms as he sings praises about you.

all you could do was stare at him, chewing on your bottom lip as you think of how you'd critically approach this problem, just like how you always would before you had your wings torn from you.

...

none.

zero solutions come to mind.

maybe you should simply pass away? because there's no way in hell you're resigning yourself to a fate with him. both angels and demons never die after all.

[changetyre]

Oh my god please I need more landoscar content 🙌🏻

Three can play this game || Landoscar x Reader (P2) Ⓗ

SUMMARY: The boys aren’t shy to let their friends know how much they enjoy you in every aspect of the word. And despite it being 2 against 1 sometimes it's not that hard to get the upper hand on the boys.

WARNINGS: Mostly suggestive content, no smut this time sorry ;(

A/N: I had so many requests for a part 2 but I got a huge block and it just sat in my drafts for the longest time. I'm not sure I like it but I can't think of anything else ;( I'd be up for a Part 3 if you'd like though.

The dinner was…a lot. The boys were right, it was a very booby choice of attire that you’d picked for tonight and the fact that they’d both happily left a big mark on each of your girls did nothing to help the “discrete” glances the boys around the table took at your chest.

You could tell Lando and Oscar were both highly enjoying the attention their girl was getting and they loved even more the fact that this was only making matters worse for the wet ache that they’d left between your legs a few hours ago.

"You like her dress, Pierre?" You almost choked on your food as your daring boyfriend confronted the man who was having the hardest time keeping his eyes off (your body) you .

Pierre cleared his throat but by his unshakable smirk, you could see he felt no shame in being caught. "I do, very...good fit."

You hoped the rush of heat to your cheeks wasn't visible to the rest of the table as you tried to focus on your food. You hated your boyfriends right now, so much for making this dinner one of the hardest nights of your life.

Oscar had kept his hand on your thigh all dinner letting it move up and down throughout the dinner occasionally inching higher than necessary.

Lando on the other hand was having the time of his life whispering dirty things into your ears, letting his hands roam your waist and his fingers occasionally grazing your breasts as well as planting kisses on your shoulder and neck not caring your PDA distracted the boys from their meals.

You might've as well started fucking in front of all of the boys at this rate you thought to yourself as it was clear you three tonight were the center of attention.

"Darling you alright?" Oscar cheekily asked you as you fanned yourself trying to keep the heat at bay.

You glared at your boyfriend and he simply smiled innocently. "You both are insufferable." You whispered to him.

"And why would that be my love?" Lando asked holding that mischief in his tone as usual.

"Hmm...fine." You huffed, earning your own sly smirk. "Three can play this game."

"What game?" Oscar asked with the same innocent tone.

"Boys, will you excuse me I need to use the restroom?" You asked, your tone suddenly confident to the surprise of those around the table.

Lando moved out of the way allowing you to leave. You were quick in the bathroom knowing the boys would probably want to join you which wasn't part of your plan.

You walked back to the table making sure the sway in your hips was a little more marked than necessary before scooting your way across your boyfriend's lap not letting him stand up to let you through this time.

The way Lando's hand gripped your waist as you scooted across his lap was a good indicator that your plan had set off excellently.

"Everything alright?" Oscar asked you.

"Everything's perfect." You smiled as you sucked your middle finger into your mouth watching the way Oscar looked closely at the motion. You knew the thoughts that would invade his mind and he'd obviously assume you'd taken care of yourself already.

"Baby, will you put this away for me? It was starting to bother me." You spoke clearly as well not caring as the rest of the boys heard and watched you hand something to Lando.

Lando opened his hand ready to receive it and his heart almost lept out of his chest as he saw the coated string you placed in his hand. He gasped before closing his fist tightly and stuffing the clothing in his pocket.

You heard a couple sniggers from the boys as you proudly managed to reverse this game.

"By the way Pierre I forgot to thank you for the compliment. I also think this dress is a good fit." You smiled at the man as you adjusted the dress from your chest.

"Uh...y..yeah." Pierre cleared his throat nervously this time. "Yeah of course."

"I know the boys liked it a lot as well...should've seen them before leaving." You joked unashamedly. "I mean I'm sure you can tell anyway." You laughed to yourself loving the effect you were having on the men across the table.

"Uh baby would you like some dessert?" Lando asked you clearly trying to get you to stop your games.

"Hmmm." You turned to your boyfriend, your hands coming down to rest high on his thigh which made him tense at the action. "I would love some dessert." you bit your lip "innocently".

"Oh, you're too funny my darling." Oscar pulled you back now panicking at the way the rest of the boys were left speechless.

"And why is that Ozzie?" You leaned to him this time.

"Well I think you might've had too much to drink tonight darling." Oscar tried laughing it off. "If you're full then I think we can go."

"Hmm I'm not exactly full but I'm sure I'll be stuffed later hmm-" you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

"OKAY we're gonna go. Good night." Lando interrupted you and took your hand pulling you up and away with him.

You giggled to yourself proud that you'd gotten your desired reaction, leaving the boys with mouths wide open and your boyfriends beyond flustered.

The drive home was definitely going to be interesting.

[bunnys-kisses]

deep touch

capt. john price

cw: smut & fluff, chronic pain, soft dom!price, comfort fic, husband!price, wife!reader, massages, price is a good man, side by side/spooning position, wife kink

bunny says: chronic pain nation rise!!! i've been battling some pretty bad pains in my legs, thank god that writing is a sedentary activity!

you knew you had chronic pain, the thing about it was that you could go days feeling decent but, out of nowhere it would all change and you'd be achy all over. with it largely concentrated in your legs.

the rain only made it worse, it was july in the sleepy seaside town you lived in with your husband and there were very few tourists due to the frequent rain. the rain also brought a new challenge, the sleepiness.

you wanted to be awake to spend as much time with your husband now that he was home from his most recent deployment. but at shreds of sunlight were cast between the gaps in rain clouds, you felt lethargic.

you stirred a little and rolled to your side to get your phone. the bed felt welcoming against the aches in your bones. the joints and the muscles wanted nothing else to do but lie there. but you knew that you couldn't be there all day.

you forced yourself up, and put on your slippers before you headed to the kitchen. before you left the bedroom, you put one of price's sweatshirts on yourself as a form of a comfort blanket.

you hobbled to the kitchen and got yourself a cup of ginger tea. it was a little hot for it, so you often let it sit until the cup grew cold. once it poured, you left it and went to go find your husband.

price looked from the morning news to you, he had a cup of coffee in hand which he quickly put down, "hey there, baby girl." he said, "someone's a little stiff this mornin'?"

you chuckled a little, "yeah, you know how it is. rains for three days and suddenly all my joints are mad at me. i thought after all this time, my body would get used to rainy england." you sat down on the couch next to your husband and he pulled you into his chest. you relaxed a little, feeling the soft strength of your husband's chest. even the old shirt he was wearing felt nice.

"well, i guess that means i have to take care of my wife today."

you sighed, "you're supposed to be relaxing, john. you were away for almost three months. let me spoil you."

he kissed the top of your head, "no need to, love. you let me take care of everything, you save your strength."

you sighed, "tomorrow, it'll be better. and then i can make those muffins for you that gladys across the road really liked. and i can also make dinner for you, and you can just sit on the couch with a beer and watch football."

he kissed your head once more to keep you down, "love. if it gets better and you better not lie to me about the pain. i'm going to be home for six months, you have more than enough time to make me every recipe from that little cook book of yours."

"i just wanna make being home feel special." you huffed.

he chuckled, "don't worry, love. just bein' able to be here with you is more than enough to make it special. to have a home."

he just held you for a while, letting you be close to him. the pain was a discomfort that lingered in your body. you wish you could like detach parts of your body and like run them through the wash so they'd stop hurting.

"i hate the pain."

"and i hate seein' ya in pain, love. now why don't i get you some breakfast."

you sighed, "can you rub my legs first, you always know how to help it." your voice sounded so small.

"of course." he said, "i'd love nothing more." he gave you that sweet smile of his as he carefully moved you so he could put your legs on his lap. you noticed that he checked for anything swollen or discoloration. he was too good at this sometimes.

he wanted to make sure his woman was in tip-top shape. he then started to gently rub at your calves. his strong fingers worked into the muscles of your legs. you let out a whimpering noise every time he hit just the right spot. he would stop and you'd give him a thumbs up to assure him that you were a-okay.

"it just feels good." you said as he moved up into your thighs. the noises were almost erotic if it weren't for the pain you were in. that was one thing about dating an army man, was that you would never have to pay for a massage ever again!

"good girl." he praised, "you are always so strong. i'm so proud of you."

he worked the limbs and you were thankful for it. by the time he was finished, you were practically asleep on the couch. price chuckled and grabbed the throw blanket

it wasn't easy, but love wasn't meant to be the easiest thing in the world. and price was going nowhere.

-

the next morning, you were feeling better. and when you turned over, you were greeted to the sight of your husband laid out beside you. he had his glasses on and his phone too close to his face.

you shifted closer to him and kissed him on the cheek, "good morning."

he looked over, he looked like such an old man with those glasses on. he put his phone down and took them off to get closer to you. he wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you towards him so he could kiss you, "there's the most beautiful woman in the world."

"oh shush."

"how ya feelin'?" he asked.

you looked up at him, "can i be honest?" you felt heat in your cheeks.

price held your face and replied, "i wouldn't want anythin' else." then smiled at you. he was such a comforting presence in your life. your husband was a good few years older than you, but he was as gentle as a lamb with you.

"i'm.. i'm in less pain. the knees are still a little bothersome. but i am actually really horny." you wanted to look away but price had his grasp on you.

"oh really?" he asked, "my little wife is all turned on?"

you replied, "i am. i always get turned on after you dote on me all day. it's like my brain is making up for the hurt it put me through by giving me those feel good chemicals." you laughed a little.

"well, then." he said as he pulled away a little to take off his white t-shirt. you got a good look at his bare toned, hairy chest. he said, "get on your other side, facing away from me. then you don't have to be on your knees."

you face went hotter as you said, "i love you so much."

he chuckled as he pushed the blankets off of the both of you, "my love, i'm never gonna deny my wife what she needs. if that's massages or a good fuckin' then i'm there. because that's what a husband does."

you gave him a quick kiss before you turned over and got your bottom half naked. you felt him get behind you, his cock was stiffening at the feeling of your ass.

his big hands took a hold of you and lifted your right leg so he could have access to your pussy. you could feel his hairy chest through the fabric of your t-shirt.

it was like a comofrting hug, a peaceful feeling of you and your husband making love. you relaxed against the bed and held onto the pillow under your head.

"does it hurt?" he asked softly.

"no, no. none of the pain was in my hips."

he kissed you neck tenderly, "good, good. tell me if it started hurting. i need you to communicate with me."

your other hand held his arm that was draped over your waist. slowly he sank his cock into you, you felt so protected and the pain was minimal. price was such a giving lover, that was the kind of man he was. he wanted to make sure that you felt loved even when he was away.

he rested his chin on your shoulder as bother arms got around you and he started to softly hump against you. his cock felt snug in your cunt. his thrusts were light and quick, but it still built pleasure in both of you.

you held on tightly to your husband as he rutted against you. you could feel the excitement in your chest as your husband made love to you.

"this is how a husband should treat his wife. treat her like the perfect woman she is." he kissed the shell of your ear, "you're perfect. i lucked out, i don't know what god put you in my arms but i hope he is being worshiped till the end of time." he chuckled as he gave you another series of kisses up against the nape of your neck.

"please, john." you moaned, "you're making me hot all over."

he replied softly, "good, i love when you're all hot in the face." his pace was a bit faster now. the pleasure coursed through his veins at the feeling of his beautiful wife's sweet pussy.

the sex was tender. it was soft. it felt good for your aching body and it felt amazing to be loved so tenderly by your husband. you moaned softly against the pillow.

price pressed his forehead against your back as he thrusted into you. his grip on you was firm but light. you weren't getting out of his grasp. he panted against your heated skin.

"i'm close, honey." you whimpered.

he nodded, "me too, love." he picked up the pace a little further, keeping an ear out for your noises so he could make sure he wasn't hurting you.

with a few more thrusts of his hips, you both came at the same time. your heightened sounds paired with the low groan your husband made as the two of you finished.

"my woman." he said as he kissed the center of his back.

he pulled out, but his softening cock rested against your ass as you got comfortable in his burly arms. it was such a protective force all that muscle and fuzz up against your back.

"that's my girl." he mumbled closely into your ear. his facial hair brushed against it.

"i love you, john."

"and i love you, even with all your aches and pains. you know i'm no spring chicken either." he chuckled softly as he laid there close to you, feeling your heated body next to him.

"neither of us are." you chuckled as you turned over a little to kiss him on the lips. <3

[chiikasevennn]

SMUT !!

Miguel eating u out . Fingering at the end. Idk what i wrote. Not proofread i js wanna yk. probably has errors.

"[Name]...?" Miguel's head got up from your aching pussy. He saw those tears, one at the brink of tracing a path down your cheeks.

"Ye—yeah?" He knew what you were going to possibly assume next.

"No, nothing's wrong. Are you okay? If—if you're uncomfortable, we can stop." Miguel had a knack for saying the perfect things that melted your heart. It was just one of the many qualities you had come to deeply admire about him.

"No!" You yelled. He just gave you the most mentally flabbergasting orgasm you could ever receive. It wasn't like any other. Electrifying. "It's okay, I—I just, uh, if, if it's being silent, you're not doing anything wrong… That's how I usually am… During sex."

"Oh?"

"'M sorry," you meekly replied, laying back down on the pillow, avoiding his gaze as he was practically in front of your wet cunt that he seemed to not want to let go of.

Gosh, Miguel absolutely adored you. This would be the first time you guys' doing actual lovemaking. You've only given him unforgettable blowjobs, but of course, Miguel was a man with necessities as well; he wanted to taste his woman.

"So you're not uncomfortable?" He asked.

"No… I'm just…" not used to being eaten out like you were the only thing that was gonna keep him alive. "Yeah. You can continue. I really liked it..."

You pretty much wouldn't be extremely wet if you didn't like this one bit.

Miguel placed a quick, firm kiss on your clit, making you flinch. Your cheeks warmed, and before you knew it, you blinked back tears from blurring your eyesight as he devoured every inch of your sanity, but this time, he became rougher.

In less than a minute, nearly on the brink of full-fledged sobbing, trying to keep your legs back together, but Miguel was preventing it. Miguel groaned in pleasure as he pushed your legs against your chest. He made sure there was a wide enough space for him to properly exhibit devotion to your pussy.

There, you exploded your second orgasm of the night. Miguel very well sensed this and kept kissing your cunt as a thank you for cumming for him. You thought he'd finally give you a rest, knowing how much tremble he got out of that simple cunnilingus.

Of course, that was what you thought until he jumped on your pussy again and started to lick and rub everything with his tongue, especially your sensitive clit.

Your body instinctively thrashed around him, only to be caged by his powerful grip on your thighs given how huge he was.

"Ah—ah… uh, u— Mi-Migueeel, wa— mmf!" You slapped the nearest pillow against your face as tears blurred your vision when your clit finally gave out again. He gave kitten licks against your vulva.

Seemed like Miguel took it as a challenge to get you to break for him. Not what he exactly wanted, but this was a process.

He ascended from your spent cunt and went beside you to get a hug. He caressed your naked breast underneath your shirt, massaging and clinging to it as he kissed the tears away, chuckling when you whimpered lowly.

Now, it was time to use his fingers.

"Shit," his hands found its way against your hole, and the way you tried to close it almost made him cum his pants.

You almost whine. You forgot how long and thick his fingers were compared to any of the guys you've been with. Of course, you would, and now you were going to be trained wonderfully by this behemoth of a man.

"Spread 'em wider for me, m'love," he wasn't even finished and you did as you were told. He chuckled. Cute.

"'M gonna fuck you with my fingers, all right? If you can't take it anymore, 's okay, let it all out…"

Needless to say, you woke up the next day unable to walk properly. Oh, he also kept pumping his fingers into your cunt sometimes that you almost passed out, sometimes glaring, but did you ever protest? Nope!

[secretlovezz]

1k! 1k! 1k!

Reader is from another agency or department and is helping the BAU team out on a case and they have strange thinking habits. Spencer keeps finding the reader while doing these habits.

Ex. Sitting in a dark storage closet, somehow sitting on top of the break room fridge, upside down, walking around in circles, etc

Vampire

Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's nothing but fluff here

Wordcount: 692

A/N: love this request cause I sit in weird positions when I'm thinking lololol hope I did your idea justice 🫶🩷

"Wha- uh wh-what are you doing?"

Spencer knew that people had their own ways of getting themselves to focus on a certain task, I mean he certainly did. He'd done plenty of research on it at some point in his early college life. Sometimes he'd pace around the room he was in fingers tapping against each other in deep thought about whatever the current case was about until Hotch or Derek snapped him out of what seemed to be a trance. Once in a while, he'd simply take a deep breath in and out to rid his mind of other troublesome thoughts to focus on work but this- your thinking habits- though he logically understood we're so very odd to him.

For example, he's just walked in on you sitting with your legs crisscrossed on a chair while your eyes are closed and brows furrowed... in the dark... in silence.

"M' tryin' to see if I can figure out how the dump sights link together- 'cause I mean I know they do, there's like no way they don't- he even..." Spencer swears that he's listening he always does when it comes to you but as he stares at you, your eyes are still closed despite him turning on the light when he first walks in, his own brows start to crease in confusion. His lips part dryly wanting to speak up about his thoughts on your oddities but decided against it as you were still speaking.

You smile, “So what do you think?” Spencer frowns and tries to recall the words that had so smoothly left your lips.

“Um… I- about what?” His voice is soft with shame at his lack of concentration on a conversation seemingly involving information of the current case and when your shoulders slump, eyes creasing at him his shame only intensifies and aches deep in his gut. “Sorry- It’s just- well I… sorry.” His head hangs while his fingers tap against the file in his hands.

Focus.

Your silence is just as unusual as his own, it almost scares him, he thinks the air has just condensed around his form; it suffocates him forcing the release of a vomit of words he had just been repressing. “You were in the dark and while pragmatically I know it’s probably your way of getting yourself focused and your mind running so you can efficiently do your job- I mean i’ve read plenty about the many practises one does to anchor themselves- I just thought it was a little weird the way you went about it- not that you're weird! ‘Cause you're not! I would never say anything like that about you because you're great and you do your job amazingly. I just- I just um… was curious I guess.”

No matter his IQ Spencer was sure he had never felt so dumb, hating the unavoidable fact that only you could make him stumble this way. He sighs before letting his teeth find his pink bottom lip to chew on. His fingers tap faster against his file creating a light thump sound to echo around the otherwise stomach churning-ly silent filing room.

The heating flush he feels when the corners of your mouth start to tip upwards in amusement colors his cheeks with a rosy hue that has him further trying to hide his face by staring at the floor.

Your smile widens at his shyness, “it's okay I can admit it is a little weird,” the small chuckle that enveloped your words made his heart flutter aggressively in his chest, “my friends even compare me to a vampire since the sun is clearly my weakness.” Your fingers and brows wiggle in a way that makes Spencer laugh abruptly that gorgeous smile of his over taking his blushed face.

“Clearly.”

You pat the seat next to you with a welcoming and teasing smirk.

“Come sit down so I can tell you what I was talking about since someone renowned ‘Boy Wonder’ had his head up in the clouds.”

The grin never leaves the young doctor's face as he makes his way to you.

“I promise to pay attention this time.”

[7ndipity]

On your period

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi looks after you on your period

Warnings: mentions of menstrual cycles, reader feeling sick, not proofread

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I based it off my own experiences, so I'm sorry if it doesn't quite work for everyone. It's not the best, but I hope you like it anyway!

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As soon as he walked into your apartment and saw the duvet from the bed in a giant y/n-shaped ball on the sofa in front of the tv, he knew what was up.

Moving quietly, in case you were asleep, he crept over, smiling when he was finally able to spot your face barely peeking out of the nest of blankets, tiredly returning his grin as he came into your line of vision.

"Hi." You croaked, voice horse from lack of use.

"Hi." He replied, leaning down and touching your cheek gently, both as a greeting and to check your temperature, knowing you sometimes ran a low fever on days like this.

"When's the last time you took any meds?"

"About noon."

Without a word, he made his way to the kitchen, returning in less than a minute with a couple pills and a bottle of water, helping you untangle from the blankets before joining you on the couch and passing you the items, which you accepted gratefully.

"Why didn't you text me earlier that you weren't feeling well?" He asked.

"Didn't wanna bother you." You mumbled.

"You're not a bother." He said, frowning as he noticed you wince uncomfortably.

It was only the first day, but that was usually when your symptoms would hit the hardest. Cramps, chills, body aches, it honestly felt like you had the flu, your only comfort was knowing that things would start to level out in a few more hours.

Well, maybe not your only comfort.

"What can I do?" Yoongi asked, quietly insistent. He hated seeing you hurting and not being able to do anything about it.

"I'll be okay, don't worry." You tried to reassure him.

"That's not what I asked." He said, giving you pointed look.

You swallowed nervously, feeling shy for some reason. "Could you maybe hold me?" You asked hesitantly.

Wordlessly once again, he climbed into your makeshift nest, shifting you both around until you were draped across his lap with your head pressed to his chest.

It still felt strangely foreign to have someone look after you like this, with such gentle, determined devotion, but you were starting to get used to it. In the past, you'd just dealt on your own, not wanting to be a burden to those around you. But as soon as you met Yoongi, all that went out the door. Anytime you felt the least bit unwell, he was at your beck and call. If you needed anything at all, be it food, meds, or just a bed warmer/nap partner, he was there for you.

You still remembered his genuine offense at your first attempts to dissuade him from coming to look after you.

"Why? It's not contagious."

"No, but-"

"Then why are you rejecting my love?!"

He'd promptly come over, armed with your favorite foods, candy and heat packs. You'd been so overwhelmed and emotional, you ended up crying and telling him you loved him for the first time that night.

Now, all these months later, he was still looking after you the same as he had then.

"You want me to stay over?" He asked after a minute.

"You don't have to do that." You sighed, already start doze against his shoulder.

"But I want to. Besides, I know you sleep better with me here." He teased.

"If you keep this up, I gonna turn into a spoiled baby." You warned.

"Will you just let me take care you, dammit." How he managed to make that sound stern and soft at the same time was a skill only Yoongi could master, making you grin.

"Fine." You relented, snuggling closer to him and pressing a small kiss to underside of his jaw. "I love you."

"I love you too, spoiled baby."

"Hey!"

[leighsartworks216]

To Be Warm And Comfy

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

I was only going to write down this little idea before I took a nap... And then I ended up writing the whole thing

The crochet theme actually came out of nowhere for me. I cannot crochet anything more than a chain to save my life, but I do loom knit from time to time

Warnings: self-deprecation, low self worth

Word Count: 776

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Slotted between his legs, you rested your back against Astarion's chest. His arms coiled around your waist and held you close, while he pressed his nose into your neck and peered over your shoulder. With practiced hands, the yarn slid through your fingers at the perfect tension, hooked and worked together into rows of perfect stitches.

He'd never seen anything quite like it. During his living years, he focused on intellectualism and law, not crafts. And during his servitude, sewing and embroidering came about from necessity, though he did still enjoy them. This was incredible. He couldn't stop watching as you worked in smooth movements to crochet your little project. You wouldn't tell him what it was, but he was content simply to watch.

For several weeks, this became the nightly pattern. You'd lay back in his arms while he held you, watching you work away in silence or with idle chatter. When you finished for the night, you'd set your project aside where it wouldn't get damaged, he'd gingerly bite into your neck and take his share, and he'd lay down with you as you drifted off to sleep. Usually he stayed, if he'd had enough to eat during the day and didn't need to sip on some boar or squirrels. Sometimes he would read while you crocheted, sharing his favorite bits with you. It was nice. Peaceful.

You told him, one night, that you were almost finished. He'd watched with rapt attention then, studying the way you fastened off and weaved the excess yarn back through the stitches. He'd realized almost a week ago that it was a sweater, but it was almost a marvel when you held it up by the shoulders in front of you both to show it off.

He kissed your jaw with a gentle squeeze around your midsection. "It looks wonderful, darling."

You hummed, smiling brightly. "I'm really glad you think so." You sat up and turned in his arms. He didn't fight to keep you where you were, though he certainly missed the solidness and warmth you provided. You held it out to him. "Put it on."

He frowned, confused. "Don't tell me you spent weeks making that just to give it away?"

"Of course I did, now put it on."

"I'm hardly worth the effort," he scoffed. He did not accept the gift. His expressions mixed oddly - light-hearted joy, befuddlement, self-deprecation - all flooding his system and overwhelming him. He simply could not grasp the fact you'd go through all the effort for him. "Surely it would look much nicer on you!"

You sighed, understanding and long-suffering. "Tell you what, if it doesn't fit or you don't like it, I'll keep it. Deal?"

He sighed, too. He'd hardly be able to refuse it once he put it on. But you nudged the sweater in his direction again, and how could he say no?

You watched with a wide grin as he slipped it over his head and slid the sleeves along his arms. It was... really nice, actually. Warm and soft without feeling constricting. It fit him perfectly.

"You're always so cold," you explain, wrapping your arms around his waist and relaxing forward until your chin was against his chest. "So I made you this. You can wear it when touch is too overwhelming, or if you feel too out of it to cuddle. I just want you to be warm and comfy."

He chuckles breathlessly, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. "I'm sure I'll be very comfy in this."

His undead heart ached. You went through so much trouble. He'd seen you struggle to find enough of the same yarn, watched you cuss and groan every time a stitch fell or when you had to undo a section because you miscounted. He'd held and massaged your hands when crocheting began to wear them out. 

And still you persevered. For him. You even ensured it would fit a little loose, so he wouldn't be claustrophobic. It was... a lot. To have someone go through all this trouble.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up until he could give you a proper hug. He nuzzled his cold nose into your neck, and he sighed. Softly, sweetly - completely relaxed.

"Thank you." He bit his tongue before he could ask if you were sure, if he really was worth the effort. Surely, by making the sweater, you'd proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was. "I shall cherish it always."

"I love you," you coo sweetly by his ear.

He must look like a fool with how wide he's smiling. "I love you, too, dear."

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[bloomries]

I'm like stupidly obsessed with this song Reverse by Minimall and it got me thinking about mc realizing that these demons are gonna like a very long time and they're just a blink. So I'm nosy about what some of the Obey me Writers on tumblr would do with this prompt, can be fluff/angst/whatever with any obey me character! Feel free to ignore, have a lovely day!

includes : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor, diavolo, and barbatos.

warnings : gn! reader. angst.

notes : i don't do full-out requests, but i do enjoy writing little things for you guys! i also love angst and sorrow! not my usual layout of writing but i still hope you enjoy!! thank you for sending an ask! :D

He's not unaware that somethings been bothering you, but he can't quite place what it is. It was a sudden change in your demeanor, you've slowly began distancing yourself, and it doesn't hit him what's happening until you make a (bad) joke about not being around in the future. His heart aches at the thought, and he'd do anything to take that worry away from you. Later that day, when you two are getting ready for bed, he'll pull you into a tight embrace. He'll beg for you to stop distancing yourself- claiming that, should you have such little time together, that you two should make the most of it together. He also makes it known that you've carved your existence into his soul and he won't ever forget you or your time together.

Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus.

He's in denial about the fact you'll eventually die and he'll be left for all of eternity without his lover. When you make comments about how he'll outlive you, he tilts his head in confusion and is like "what are you talking about? don't say stuff like that, okay?" and gets teary eyed, full on sobbing sometimes, if you push it. It's best to hold these thoughts close to your chest, and just cherish your time with him while you can.

Leviathan, DIAVOLO, Belphegor.

If you think he'll outlive you, you're sorely mistaken. It's not that he's in denial, but once the revelation has been brought to his attention he's doing all he can to find a cure for death. He'll do whatever he has to in order to keep you by his side, even if it means bringing harm to himself or others (not you though, of course). He'll find it, he's certain of it, he'll find the cure and you two can be together forever- so please forgive him for ignoring you. Hopefully, he'll find it before he forgets what you look like.

LUCIFER, Beelzebub, & Barbatos.

[fishsticksloser]

May I request a NSFW scenario with Gentle Dom Raph or Donnie (any turtle would be fine, but they're my faves) and a plus-sized Fem!Bottom reader? Especially one who's a bit insecure and needs praise.

Longing

F!Donnie x fem!reader

Warnings: tiny bit of angst at the beginning, comfort, fluff, smut, p in v, body worship, praise, oral (fem receiving), insecurity, Donnie and you are married, renewed vows in private, swearing

A/N: So... um... This took a while. I had to put it on the back burner for a few days to think. I know that they're turtles but F!Leo wears pants so...

It'd been a long few months, barely able to see your brainy husband. You ached for him. You silently slip into his lab, slowly pulling him away from his desk and climbing into his lap. Staying quiet, burying your face in his neck so he could continue working.

"What are you doing here? I'm in the middle of something important." Donnie tries to gently push you off his lap, cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Can't you seem I'm working on something crucial? As much as I appreciate you... Affection, I really need to focus right now. Can this wait until later?" He glances back at his work, torn between his desire to be with you and his dedication to the task at hand.

Your heart aches. Did he really not want you at all? You pull your face away, shoulders slumping as you start to get off of him. Donnie notices the sadness in your expression and immediately feels a pang of guilt. He reaches out to gently grab your arm, stopping you from getting off his lap.

"Wait, I didn't mean it like that. It's just... I've been so busy and I don't feel like I'm doing enough. I want to spend time with you, really, but I have to make progress. I.. Don't want you to feel neglected or unimportant." He sighs and looks into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of longing and worry. "I love you, more than anything. But right now, my mind is consumed with thoughts of defeating the Kraang. Can't you understand that? Can you forgive me for being so focused on this?"

"I understand..." You whisper, pecking his beak. "If you can't focus while I cuddle with you, that's okay. I can just go to bed. I don't want to cause problems." You mumble, trying not to seem desperate and clingy, knowing how much he despised it. You shimmy off his lap and kiss the corner of his mouth. "You keep being my genius husband."

Donnie's heart aches as he watches you pull away, feeling a mixture of longing and guilt. He reaches out to grab your hand before you can leave. "No, please don't go. I don't want you to feel like you're causing problems. You're not. It's just... I'm overwhelmed and sometimes I get so caught up in my work that I forget to prioritize the people I love. But that doesn't mean I don't want you around." He pulls you back into his lap, holding you close and burying his face in your hair. "I'm sorry if I made you feel unimportant. You are the most important thing in my life and I don't want to lose sight of that."

"I'm not mad, baby." You whisper, kissing his forehead. "Just tired. If you have things to finish, you have things to finish." You press another kiss to his brow. "I'll be in bed, waiting for my sweet Donnie cuddles."

Donnie's heart softens at your words and leans into your touch, appreciating the affection you're giving him despite his earlier dismissal. "I'll see you soon, my love." He gives you a gentle smile, his eyes filled with gratitude and love. He watches as you leave the lab, feeling a mix of relief and determination. He knows he needs to find a better balance between work and you.

Donnie quickly returns his focus to his work, determined to finish his current project so he can join you in bed and give you the attention you deserve.

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You dozed off a little while waiting for Donnie, but wake when you feel him crawl into bed. He pulls you against his chest, spooning you. You hum softly, threading your fingers with his before rolling over. "Hi." You whisper, smiling sweetly and tiredly.

Donnie wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he settles into bed next to you. He smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Hi, my love. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch warm and comforting. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better... Especially with my handsome ass husband here." You whisper, nuzzling and kissing his neck. You let out a content sigh, kissing his jaw.

"You're so beautiful and being here with you like this... It's the best feeling in the world." He relishes in the warmth of your hands holding his, his heart fluttering at the affectionate display. Donnie tilts his head slightly, allowing you better access to his neck as he savors the feeling of your kisses. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel cherished, my love? Just say the word and I'll make it happen."

"Just talk..." You kiss just under his ear, leaving a few soft bites and hickeys. Savoring the feeling of him, the smell, the taste, the sound of him.

Donnie shivers at the sensation of your kisses and bites, his body responding to your touch. He clears his throat, his voice slightly husky as he speaks. "Talk, huh? Well, my love. I can certainly do that. How about I tell you about my latest breakthrough? It's quite fascinating, really. I've been working on enhancing the capabilities of our weapons, making them even more formidable against the Kraang. I've developed a new energy modulator that can increase the power output of our weapons by nearly 50%" He continues to speak, his voice a mixture of excitement and passion, sharing the intricate details of his latest invention. As he talks, he peppers your skin with tender kisses, his lips moving against your neck. "And then, of course, there's the matter of the portal. I've been studying their devices, researching everything known about the key and I believe I'm close to finding a way to disrupt it. It's a complicated process, but I'm confident I can figure it out."

"I love your brain..." You mumble softly, kissing along his collarbone and shoulders as he pauses for a moment, his lips lingering next to your ear.

"But enough about my work. I want to hear about you. Tell me about your day, your thoughts, your dreams" Donnie pulls back slightly, his eyes filled with adoration as he waits for you to share.

Your hands more to his shoulders, gently releasing his hard battle shell. His breath hitches as he feels your hands on his shoulders, his body responding to your touch. Your hands follow the spines that go down his natural softshell, feeling its leathery texture. "You want to hear about my dreams?"

"Yes. I want to hear about your dreams, your hopes, your desires. Everything." He leans in, capturing your lips with his, a gentle yet passionate kiss that conveys his love and longing. Your breath hitches as he kisses you. "Your dreams are important to me. I want to be part of them. To help you achieve them." You're cheeks redden, burying your face in his neck. After years of being his wife, him kissing you like that still makes you feel giddy. "You're so adorable. Your presence alone is enough to make all my dreams come true, but I still want to hear about your dreams. What makes your soul soar, my love?"

"You." You say simply, your cheeks reddening more as you had just blurted it out. No explanation, no sweet monologue about how much you crave him. Not just in a sexual way, but how you crave to hear his voice, his rants, the smell of him, the feeling of his hands. Hell, craving to see his purple bandana, the feeling of his natural shell. How his kisses still make you fell like some love-sick teenage girl even after 5 years. "I-I mean-"

Donnie's eyes widen in surprise at your confession, his heart pounding in his chest. He mumbles your name quietly, capturing your lips in another soft, lingering kiss. Pouring all his love and adoration into it. "I'm grateful every single day that I get to call you mine. You are my greatest dream come true."

You grab the front of his shirt, and kiss him hard. Pouring all your feelings into the kiss like he had before. Donnie is taken aback by the sudden intensity of your kiss, but he quickly responds, his lips moving against yours with equal fervor. Your fists stay clenched in his shirt, tilting your head slightly to deep the kiss, to pull him closer. He wraps his arms around you tightly, his hands gripping your waist as he deepens the kiss, his body pressing against yours. Your heart flips and pounds in your chest, lips molding to his. Donnie can feel the heat and passion radiating from you, matching the intensity of his own desires.

"Oh, my love..." He moans muffled against your lips, his body tingling with desire as he surrenders to the intoxicating sensation of your kiss. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve and contour, his touch reverent yet hungry.

You pull away a bit too soon for either of your liking, but you wanted to tell him. "I crave you... Not just sexually, but I crave to hear your voice, to hear about your projects and how passionate you are about them. The way you smell after working in the lab, the feeling of your hands. Your stupid purple bandana, the feeling of your natural shell." You pause for a moment, hoping you hadn't spoken too quickly for him to understand. Donnie listens to your words, his eyes filled with awe and adoration. He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "I crave your kisses... Cause even after being together for 5 years... They still make me feel like a love-sick teenage girl... Because they make my heart skip... They give me butterflies, they make me feel so..." You couldn't finish, not knowing what word to use.

"Your love... Your desire for me, it's reciprocated tenfold. You ignite a fire in me, y/n. Your kisses, your touch, they have the power to make me feel alive and complete." He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. He leans in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. "You are my everything."

You bump your nose against his, your lips brushing softly. "I... I wish I could marry you again..." You whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as you gently kiss him. Donnie's heart swells, a soft smile gracing his lips as the touch of your lips against his is filled with love, longing, and wistfulness.

"Oh, my love... I am yours. Now and forever." He presses a small kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with love and devotion. "I promise to love and cherish you in every possible way. Our love is eternal and I am grateful every day that I get to share my life with you."

You roll the two of you over, so you're sitting on his plastron, Donnie's eyes widen as you take charge. His heart skips a beat and he listens intently, his gaze filled with love and adoration for you. "I, Y/N Hamato, take you, Donatello Hamato, to be my not so lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold through sickness and health. Richer or poorer..." You say softly, reaching to grab your wedding rings off the nightstand. You normally took them off for bed, when working in the lab, or when fighting Kraang. You hand him your ring and hold out your left hand. Donnie takes the ring, his hands trembling slightly with a mix of excitement and emotion. He slides the ring onto your finger, his touch gentle and reverent. "Till death do us part."

"I, Donatello Hamato, take you, Y/N Hamato, to by my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, through every twist and turn that life may bring. In sickness and in health, in times of wealth and times of struggle..." His voice quivers slightly as he gazes into your eyes, his thumb brushing against the ring on your finger. "Till death to us part... And beyond." He leans forward, pressing a tender kiss against your lips, sealing your vows.

You slowly slide the ring onto his finger as you kiss. Donnie lays back against the pillows, pulling you with him, cradling his face. His body relaxes against the pillows, his eyes closing in blissful surrender. The taste of your lips, the warmth of your touch, it all sends shivers down his spine. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against yours with growing hunger and urgency. His hands trail along your back, pulling you closer against him, his desire becoming undeniable. His tongue intertwines with yours, the intensity of the connection between you growing with each passing second.

Donnie's body reacts instinctively to the intensifying desire, rolling the two of you over, hovering over your body. He gently lowers his weight to press against you. Your finger slip under his bandana, tossing it aside as the kiss becomes more desperate, lustful. His hands roam your body, groaning softly. Donnie's lips trail down your neck, leaving hot kisses along your skin. "Oh my love... You drive me wild" He murmurs breathlessly between kisses. The press of his hips against yours adds to the growing heat between you, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep in his chest. "I need you... Want you... Let me show you how much you mean to me..."

"Are we consummating our marriage again?" You tease breathlessly, your chest rising and falling quickly. Donnie's hands slip under your shirt, tilting your head back as he peppers kisses down you neck. He chuckles, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yes. It seems we are." His touch sends shivers down your spine. He trails his fingers along your skin, his touch gentle yet filled with an underlying hunger. "I want to show you how deeply I love and desire you. Every touch, every kiss. Shall we continue this, my beautiful bride?" Donnie nips your skin playfully, his voice a mix of desire and amusement.

"Y-Yes." You gasp, feeling his teeth graze your skin. Donnie lifts your shirt, your breath hitches. You feel nervous as he gazes down at your body. Donnie's breath hitches as well, his eyes darken with desire as he gazes at you.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Every inch of you is a masterpiece. I am honored to have you as my wife, and I crave the taste of you, the feel of your body against mine." Donnie trails his fingers along the curve of your stomach, his touch tender and reverent. "I want to worship every inch of you, my love... To bring you pleasure."

"Please, Donnie" You whine, his hands continuing their exploration. Your hips rise slightly to press against his harder. Donnie removes your bra, sitting up a little to take in the sight of you. His eyes are filled with a mix of desire and adoration, gazing at your exposed form. Your heart hammers in your chest, arms moving to cover yourself, but he pins your hands down.

"There's no need to hide your beauty from me. You're perfection and I want to show you just how much I appreciate every part of you." Donnie leans down, pressing a tender kiss against your lips, his voice filled with reassurance. "Trust me, my love. I adore every inch of you, and I want to worship your body." He gently releases your hands, allowing you to feel more comfortable and in control. His hand resume their exploration of your body, becoming more purposeful and filled with burning passion. Donnie's lips trail along your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. He can sense your vulnerability, and he wants nothing more than to erase any doubts you may have about your body. He slowly grinds his hips against yours, his touch more focused and deliberate. "Every curve, every inch of your body... It drives me while with desire. Your body is a work of art and I am in awe of it."

Donnie's lips leave a trail of marks along your skin, his touch leaving you breathless and craving more. His fingers play with the waistband of your pants, gazing into your eyes. He leans in, pressing a gently kiss to your lips. With a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to remove your pants, his touch gentle and respectful. His fingers continue to tease and caress, his intention clear - to bring you to the heights of pleasure.

His lips wrap around your nipple, his tongue flicking and tease, eliciting a gasp from you. Donnie tosses your pants aside, feeling the arch of your back as you seek more of his touch. His fingers move to play with the waistband of your panties. "Th-This isn't fair..." You huff, tugging on his shirt as he was still completely dressed.

"Fairness, my love, is a subjective concept. Right now, my focus is entirely on you and your pleasure. But if it will ease your mind, I can certainly rectify the situation." With a swift motion, Donnie removes his shirt. "Is this fair enough for you? Now. Let me continue to worship your body and make you forget all about fairness." Donnie then returns his attention to your body, his lips and fingers working in harmony.

Donnie slowly moves from your breasts, planting gentle kisses down your stomach. He sees a flicker of nervousness as he removes your panties, he takes his time, savoring the moment. He kisses along your thighs, his lips brushing against your skin with feather-light touches. His hands, strong yet gentle, caress your hips, guiding you into a position that feels comfortable and enticing. "You are so... Exquisite..." With those words, his lips and tongue work to ignite a fire within you.

Donnie's lips and tongue work with skill and precision, pleasuring you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. His hands gently guide your legs over his shoulders, granting him better access. Donnie continues to lavish attention upon your sensitive folds, his tongue delving deeper, his movements becoming more fervent. He listens to your gasps and moans, using them as a guide. His tongue dances and explores, his lips sucking and teasing as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, his own desire growing with every moment.

"My love, your moans are music to my ears. I will do whatever it takes to make you feel incredible." He murmurs, presses his thumb to your clit. Your hips buck and he responds with more fervor. With a skilled motion, he thrusts his tongue in and out of your wetness, his movements becoming more rhythmic and deliberate. The pressure against your clit intensifies, his thumb circling and teasing in sync with the movement of his tongue.

"D-Donnie!" You squeal as he redoubles his efforts. Your chest heaves, fisting the sheets underneath you. Donnie's eyes fill with a mix of desire and concern as he hears your plea. You push his head away, wanting all of him. Donnie quickly complies, pulling his mouth away from your dripping core. He moves to hover over you again, gently caressing his skin. You quickly undo his pants, pushing them and boxers off.

"Your wish is my command, my love." His breath hot against your skin as a surge of desire floods his veins. He moans softly as you nip and lick his neck, sending shivers down his spine. With a swift movement, he positions himself between your legs, his gaze filled with hunger and adoration.

Donnie's eyes darken as he hears your whines and pleas, feeling the urgency in your voice. He positions himself at your entrance, his tip teasingly brushing your wetness. With a deliberate movement, Donnie enters you, filling you completely. He groans, his hips slowly rocking against yours. He beings to move with a rhythm that matches both of your desires, his thrusts deep and powerful. HIs hands find their way to your hips, gripping them firmly.

Donnie's thrusts become more intense and purposeful, his hips meeting yours with a rhythmic precision. The sounds of your moans and gasps fill the air, further fueling his desire. His hands grip your hips firmly, his movements becoming more frenzied as he seeks to push you over the edge. He can feel his own need building, the tension coiling within him. He can feel the urgency in your moans, more than willing to oblige.

"You're the embodiment of everything I desire, I will give you everything you crave." Donnie's thrusts deepen, hitting all the right spots within you, eliciting a chorus of pleasure-filled gasps and moans from your lips. He adjusts his position, pulling your leg over his hip, allowing for a deeper connection between your bodies. His movements become more fervent, his thrusts filled with an undeniable hunger. He can sense your climax is near, he wants nothing more than to reach that peak with you.

"I'm close..." You whimper, your hands sliding to his shell. Donnie's eyes widen as he feels your body trembling beneath him, signaling your impending release. He can feel the pressure building within himself as well, the need to join you.

"I'll be right there with you, let go, my love." His thrusts become more powerful, driving deeper into you as he seeks to push you over the edge. His hands tighten their grip on your hips, his body moving in perfect sync with yours.

As your body tightens around him, Donnie can feel his own release approaching, his need growing more urgent with every passing moment. With a final, powerful thrust, Donnie lets himself go, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through his body. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you climax. You moan his name fairly loud, thanking Donnie silently for sound proofing your bedroom. He releases himself inside you, his moans of satisfaction mingling with your own as you both reach the peak of pleasure.

Both of you slowly come down from your highs, your body still trembling slightly as Donnie slowly pulls out. You whine at the loss, Donnie pressing kisses to your face.

"Shh, I'm right here." Donnie whispers, laying next to you and pulling you into his arms. His skin is damp with sweat as he gently rubs your back and strokes your hair lovingly. "Rest now. You're safe and loved, right here in my arms, always." Donnie presses a tender kiss to your forehead. He holds you tightly, providing a sense of comfort and security. In this moment nothing else matters.

Your hands gently caress his softshell, Donnie's breath catches at the gentle caress. "You're amazing... I love you so much." You mumble, pressing small kisses to his neck and collarbone. He listens to your words, his heart swelling with a deep sense of love and appreciation.

"I love you with every fiber of my being. You see me for who I truly am... And for that I'm grateful." He tilts his head slightly, allowing your lips to brush against his skin. Donnie pulls away, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss. He pours all his love and devotion into the gentle press of his mouth against yours. The kiss slowly deepens as both of your explore the depths of your emotions together. Donnie's hands pulling you close, as if committing every inch of you to memory. The butterflies in your stomach mirror the ones that flutter within Donnie, his mind filled with an overwhelming love for you. "I am yours, my love, forever."

[shadowdaddies]

Hello!! Could you do a fluffy Rhys x reader fic where reader has a bad habit of over working themself? Like they have a fear of letting people down if they don’t get it done or a fear of failure? Maybe a dash of praise in there🫡🫡

I have the worst habit of overworking myself simply because I am the youngest and always held up to expectations of my older siblings. It has also developed the need for perfection in my work.

sometimes I swear you guys can read my mind. I'm also a youngest child and my anxiety has been exhausting me lately so this was nice to write 💜

Just Rest

Rhys x Reader fluff

warnings: a lil suggestive hehe

You hung your aching head in your hands, hoping you could somehow will the exhaustion from your body as the book in front of you faded in and out of focus. You’d been at this for - what time was it? Rubbing your eyes, you glanced up at the clock on the wall to see it was past ten at night. You had been in here for almost fourteen hours with minimal breaks, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

You had to find the answer in one of these texts - otherwise, you were a failure to your Court. With a sigh, you tied your hair up in a bun - thanking the house when it blessed you with another cup of tea, savoring how the warm cup soothed your cold, aching hands. 

You set down the cup, blinking your eyes to regain focus as you aimed to find where you’d left off in the book. The sound of soft footfalls interrupted your focus, a familiar voice sounding from behind you as your mate purred, “what are you still doing in here, darling?” You turned your head just in time for Rhys to place a kiss to your cheek, wrapping his arms around you as he peered over your shoulder at the cluttered desk.

You sighed, holding his hands that were crossed over your chest. “I’ve been looking for any lead on how Koschei’s forces made it through our wards, but I haven’t found anything in all of these books.” You gestured to the stacks surrounding you - the overflow of information that you had been forcing yourself to absorb over the countless hours.

Rhys sighed, holding you tighter as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “I think that a break would do you some good, darling.” You twisted around in your seat, giving him an incredulous look. “Rhys, I can’t stop! If I don’t find some answers... I need to contribute.” 

Quirking an eyebrow at you, Rhys circled around to sit on the edge of the desk. With one long finger, he tilted your chin to look at him - power emanating from those violet eyes as he spoke. “You ‘contribute’ more than enough. You make this Court and my life a better place, and right now the best thing you can do for us is to let me take care of my beautiful mate.” 

You nearly melted at his words, the praise you didn’t realize you had been needing. Tilting your head to rest your cheek in his hand, you sighed and nodded up at him. “Good girl,” Rhys cooed, running his thumb across your lower lip as he smirked down at you. Heat pooled in your core at his praise, and you found yourself entranced by your mate.

Quickly standing up from the desk, Rhys kicked out your chair, startling you as he reached down and picked you up bridal style. You giggled, relaxing into Rhys’s strong arms as he carried you over to the sitting area by the fire. He laid you down on the sofa, lifting up your legs as he sat at your feet facing opposite you. 

“Lean back, darling,” he spoke softly as he watched to make sure you nestled into the pillows behind you. Rhys took your foot in his hands, and began gentling massaging the sore appendage. Despite how good it felt, you attempted to protest. “Rhys, I’ve been walking around here all day, my feet are filthy!” With a feline smirk, Rhys lifted your leg, pressing a kiss to your ankle - his eyes never leaving yours. “Oh darling, I plan to do much filthier things to you later,” he purred, sending you a mental image of exactly what he meant.

Struggling to keep your breathing steady, you slowly leaned back against the pillows and tried to relax. Rhys continued massaging your feet, and the last thing you remembered before falling asleep was his whispered praises as he moved to massage your legs.

You woke up to a shift in the bed, finding that Rhys had brought you upstairs while you were sleeping. “Shh, it’s just me, darling. Go back to sleep,” he murmured as he slipped under the covers. You shifted over, snuggling into Rhys’s side as you threw a leg over his waist, promptly falling back to sleep for a good night’s rest.

[bornagainmurdock]

an homage to hurting

author's note: no one asked for sub masochist murdock, but it entered my brain and now it won't leave

contents: 18+ ONLY, smut, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, sub!matt, masochist!matt, new dom!reader, face slapping, pain kink, play fighting, hair pulling, primal, mentions of blood, subspace aftercare

work count: 1.5k

Matt not only craved justice, but violence as well. He was ashamed of it, the feeling of needing to be hurt, needing to be bruised and bleeding, but he couldn't help it. Being Daredevil helped satiate his needs, but sometimes it wasn't enough. Sometimes Matt craved violence so much it left him feeling empty and sad and worthless. He would never admit it, but sometimes he went out on patrol just to get roughed up. He couldn't let himself lose, but he absolutely could let himself revel in the pain and suffering. Matt was able to keep this secret for a long time, that is until you came along.

Once Matt told you he was Daredevil, and you reacted well, he knew he could tell you anything. Anything, but this.

He knew there had to be other people like him out there. Those who needed to be beat to maintain any amount of brain-chemical balance, but he wasn't necessarily proud of this fact. And so he kept it to himself, and made sure he handled it without anyone knowing.

Tonight, Matt had promised you he wasn't going on patrol. And no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't break that promise. He was pacing around his apartment, mumbling to him, occasionally pressing his nails into his palm or tapping on his head until it created a dull ache.

He was itching for something more. He had already cycled through the possibility of going to Fogwell's. It was the only loophole when it came to him promising you not to go on patrol. He could get beat there, punched to the ground in a scrimmage fight and still be okay enough to function the next day as normal.

Matt was deep in thought when you knocked on the door, so much so that he didn't notice. He didn't notice when you walked in, setting you bag and jacket on his dining table and walking over to him. He only noticed when you grabbed for his arm, which was currently above his head and yanking at the roots.

He jumped back at the touch and cowered away from your presence.

You had never seen Matt like this. Not before patrol, not after, never. It was scary. This grown man was huddled in the corner and losing touch of his reality, hands scratching at his skin until it was red and raw and raised.

"Matt?" He knew it was you, but didn't answer, didn't move. "Can you come here please? What's going on?"

"I just-" He stumbled through the words, "I need it tonight. I need to go on patrol but I promised you but I need it. It feels like I'm dying."

"Matt, what do you mean?"

"I need to hurt. I deserve to hurt." He was blunt. His fingers found his mouth, teeth digging into every knuckle until they were white.

"I'm gonna ignore that second sentence in order to work out the first. Why do you need to hurt?"

"My brain- my brain needs it, I need it."

"What can I do to help?" For the first time that night, Matt looked your direction.

"Hurt me."

"Matt..."

"Please."

He moved down to kneel at your feet in defeat. His palms facing up and open on his knees. You had never seen him look so submissive and so delicate. He looked small under you.

"Okay. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to hit me. I can take it. I have to take it, please."

"Where?"

"My face, my body, please." He was disappearing into the fear that surrounded him. It was horrifying to watch, his body shrinking and contorting in the light.

"Okay. But we're gonna talk about this later."

His brain caught back up to his body for a single second, "I figured."

You hesitated to touch him. Matt looked too fragile here at your feet. He was spinning in your vision. His focus was on the floor before him, hands twitching but never leaving their spots.

You put your shoe against his chest in exploration. His balance shifted back, exposing himself more to you.

He was gulping in every breath and desparately trying to control the exhale. It was almost pathetic. Maybe you liked this. Maybe you liked this, too much.

And so you put your weight into your foot on his chest, shoving him down towards the ground until his shoulders hit the wood hard. Matt gasped, like all the air was knocked out of him.

You kept your foot there, pressing down with enough force to elicit a whimper.

The scene was horrifically imamculate. Matt was already sweaty and dizzy. His hands scratched at the floor boards, but he dared not to touch you.

You removed your foot to straddle him on the ground instead. From here it was even clearer how much he needed this.

From this position, you grabbed a chunk of his hair roughly lifting his head to stare at his face contorting in pleasure. You tugged a bit harder for only a second and he gasped, hips bucking under you.

"Can I slap you?"

"God, yes."

And that was all it took. You started gentle. The seconds before the hit you were scared. You didn't want to hurt Matt, you wanted to hurt Matt, and sometimes that line was too easy to cross.

But when you hit him, when you made contact with his cheek, Matt smiled. He laughed so quietly like that was the secret he was hiding. He was giddy and wiggly and so very drenched and actively drowinging in pleasure.

You wandered if this was what he felt like when he fought on the streets or in the ring. And if perhaps maybe next time you could watch him getting his shit rocked.

You slapped him again, and again, and again, only doing it when he was least expecting it. Waiting a couple extra seconds for him to un-tense before the next hit. It was intoxicating to watch him like this.

When your handprint became visible on his skin you decided to move to something else.

You dug your nails and dragged them across his chest. He shivered and swore under his breath. You had done this before, but never this intensely. Never this hard.

His skin turned into a canvas of raised pink lines, some of them with dots of blood peaking through. Each time your nails ripped through him, Matt cried and bucked under you. The lines only became darker and spread unevenly across his skin. His shoulders and arms also covered in lines. When you decided he needed a break, you took inventory of your work admiring the mess you had made of his tender skin. The lines raied and tactile convinced you to force Matt's fingers to feel them, allowing him to feel the effects you had on him.

Matt was a mess under you the whole time. He was begging and pleading, the only words he knew were your name and 'please,' which he screamed each time you dug deeper into him. When he stopped being able to speak, mouth opening and closing without a second, you started to lighten up.

Matt came back to reality slowly, still grounded in your touch. Feeling the gentle brush of your fingers over the raw skin sending him to shivers. He was shaking and heavy breathing.

"Matty?"

He searched with his hands for your body, holding onto your hips when he found them. He was steadying himself. He was rediscovering his senses that had been too flooded to comprehend.

"C'mere Matty, let's get you cleaned up."

You helped him stand, making sure at least some of his weight was carried by you. You set him to sit on the closed toilet in the bathroom and searched for any lotion to help soothe his skin.

While you dug, Matt mumbled through some words, ultimately asking for some touch to help ground himfarther.

You scooped some lotion out of the jar and attempted to warm it up in your hands before pressing it into Matt's skin. He winced at the first touch but slowly settled down into your touch.

He whined and whimpered and wriggled, but was smiling big enough that his cheeks hurt.

It was quiet except his little noises for a while. Both of you needed time to calm down from the scene, and this togetherness, and tenderness was perfect.

"Thank you." Matt sounded meek and blissed-out.

His dorky smile never left his face, but his body language changed, his body shifting to a more-Matt posture and position.

"Did you have a good time?" You kissed his forehead.

"Thank you. It was really nice. Feel human again. Feel safe." You screwed the lotion lid back on and Matt stood to be face to face with you.

"Can we talk about it now, or do you wanna wait?"

"Can we wait? Wanna just be happy right now."

"Of course my love. Let's go cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, hmm?"

"Mmhm. I'd like that."

[darkchocoboo]

make me yours | aether ghoul

summary: You’re something like a headmaster in the abbey and dating Aether. 

cw: SMUT, p in v sex, oral (f! receiving), fingering, praising, dirty talk, pet names ( baby, babygirl), cock-warming, poorly translated Latin, unprotected sex

MINORS STAY AWAY! 

You were standing behind the pulpit where Copia lectured the new-comers. It was boring, the weather was hot and your feet was aching because your new heels. You just wanted to get the fuck out of there and hide in your room. While Copia was reading and explaining some of the rules to follow in the abbey your eyes got caught one of the ghouls. Your ghoul. The way his black button-up's arms wrapped around his biceps, his calves in his skinny jeans made your mouth water.

"And what if we dont follow the rules? You gonna kill us?" said a new-comer with a grin in their face.

"Maybe Sister Pluvia wants to explain. Hm?" Copia turned to you with boredom on his face, rolling his mismatched eyes.

"Thank you Papa." You walked in to pulpit. Gave a little "I'm gonna fuck up your lives" smile and sighed.

"If you don't follow the rules around here, no no, nobody is gonna get killed. In that situation I'll be giving you chores, after doing the chores you gonna wish you were dead. My friendly advice to you, and I say it with my whole heart, follow the rules."

"Sure honey." New sibling of sin relaxed on their seat like you were joking. That pissed you off. Your knuckles that where holding the pulpit turned white. Your tongue rolled over your red painted lips.

"Dewdrop, take them. They're your personal assistant now." Dew's tail wiggled a little with excitment.

"You can go to your dens now. Welcome and enjoy."

You left the chapel while ghouls and Copia followed you. You walked into your office- chamber with fast steps, kicked your heels off and sat on your leather couch. Sun was coming down, leaving little traces on your walls, covered with book shelfs between drapes. Shining on the glass pieces it hit. Your hands reached over to cristal whiskey bottle sitting on your coffe table. Pouring yourself one while thinking about the day with the new-comers. You cursed Sister Imperator for putting you to this position. It was basicly baby-sitting. You hated telling everyone what to do and what not. But you tried to do your best to keep everyone in line. Even Papa Emeritus IV and his ghouls.

Sometimes it was more hard handling them than newbies. Keeping an eye on Dew so he doesn’t set anything on fire. And Mountain so he doesn’t eats anything un-edible. Telling Rain to take his lazy ass to the practice room for practicing rituals. Keeping Swiss away from new sibling so he doesn’t charm them into his bed. Keeping Aether on ground, not jumping on abbey’s old floors. And getting Copia to do his job as The Papa. It was all on your shoulders with other abbey- Siblings of Sin jobs.

Exhaustion washed over your body. Your head falled back while you sipped the whiskey. Then there was a knock on your door. You exactly know who it was.

"Come in." His big body entered the room with hesitation. Checked the room for another one. When he realized you were alone he relaxed. Took his mask off.

"Hi baby." you murmured while offering him some whiskey. He grabbed the glass, leaning over you and giving you a soft kiss.

"You were a little harsh on that new-comer, don't you think?" You bit your lips with frustration.

"No, Aether. I wasn't. If I let it slide this time they will never respect me or take me serious. Ever. I can't let that happen. It's my job to keep them in line. Keep you in line."

He burried his face to your neck, breathing slowly there to calm you. He wrapped his tail around your arm.

"Sorry. I know it's hard on you too but really? Dew?"

You let out a chuckle. Pulling you to his lap, your side restes on his chest as you sit sideways.

"Maybe it was harsh. It could've been Swiss. Less chaotic."

“He would fuck them.”



He placed a little kiss on your neck. Your hands running over his back wanting more from him. He peppered more kisses down to your cleavage. He changes positions. Now your clothed back vas on couch. Pulling you under him. His smell was filling your nose while he was hovering over you. His hands on your side, you between his legs. You raised your body in need for his lips. Capturing his lips with yours, your tongue running over his lips waiting for an opening to his mouth. His hand resting on your waist run over to your ass squeezing tightly. A moan escaped your lips.

“That dress, that skin tight dress was teasing me all day. How good your ass looks in that while you’re running your little errands in the abbey. The look you give every time you catch me staring at your ass. While giving the welcome talk, you were something else. I like the bossy side of you. Not gonna lie, but I like more how you become a submissive little bitch under me.” His lips touching yours with every word he says.

“A-aet” your moan was short with his lips on yours. Your arms snaking over his big torso to pull him closer to you. His hands grabbed the zipper of the dress and undressed you in seconds, now giving your breast harsh kisses knowing it will bruise.

Aether was a lot different when he was horny. It was like he was somebody else. None of that soft teddy bear side of him was showing. His eyes turns to a deeper tone of purple. Skin turning almost blue like a corpse but hot like fire of the holy Hells was burning inside of his body. Fangs more sharp and he was not ashamed to use them. Claws scratching your body carelessly. You were used to waking up in bruises and scratches on your body. Whole abbey was used to it. His lips peppering kisses on your boobs, down to your navel, leaving wet traces behind.

He wanted to kiss every inch of your body. To mark you on every visible place so everyone knew you belong to him. Never letting anyone to touch you again. He was possessive over you in moments like this.

His lips was now close to your core, giving your inner thighs sloppy open mouthed kisses. Your red painted nails grabbing his locks and pushing him to your core.

“No. Not yet Amor. It’ my time to tease.” His eyes glowing purple and burning your skin. He left a trail of sloppy kisses to your lower belly. Never breaking the eye contact. His breath hit your core over the red mesh thong. It made you more wet.

“Aether, baby please.” You could only mumble under your breath. He got up, leaving you behind like the wet mess you’re.

“No, Y/N. That ain’t the nickname I wanna hear. Try again.” He left you on the couch, got up. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, unbuttoned his black button-ups, throw the fabric to the other side of the room. His hands was hanging from his belt buckle, daring words making you ache under his purple gaze.

You liked how his belly piercing was shining under the light that was escaping from the small slit between the drapes.

“Daddy, please, fuck me.” Your hands trailed his jeans. Slowly walking to his bulge under fabrics.

“If you want, baby. Daddy is gonna give you what you want.” He sat between your legs, his face close to your clothed core. His nose brushing against your core makes you whimper under his touch. He pulled your thong to side as his other hand grabbed your thigh.

“I love your pussy.” Hot breath tickling your folds. “Always s’wet for me, yeah?” He parted your folds with his knuckles. Flat tongue licked your arrousal from your core. Your back arched with his move.

“Taste so sweet baby, always so good. Like you’re my drug. I'm never letting anyone taste you, yeah?"

"No, daddy. No one except you."

His lips covered your clit that was already wet from your arrousal. Pulling your sensitive nub with his lips. His two fingers teased your entrance while he was ruining you with his mouth.

"P-please."

His middle finger finds his way in to your wet cunt. Your walls clenching around him in need to feel full. Leaviny our insides and pushing back in immediately, reaching your deepest spots. Your taste made him moan to your core. Sending vibrations to your whole body. He added the second finger in, streching you sweetly. He curled his fingers inside. Touching your sweet spot. Your hands found his horns and push him between your legs as your thighs closed around his head.

"A-aether, please." He ripped himself from your heat, forcing himself to keep away his lips from your taste. Fingers still inside you as you tried to form a sentence, squirming with the feeling.

"What, baby? Use your words."

"Aeth, I need you. I need you inside me. I need your cock. Please."

"Attagirl."

He unbuckeled his belt in a heartbeat. Ripped his jeans away from his body along with his boxers. You adored his body. You loved his body. His muscles peaks under his squishy soft body. His thick thighs that made you wanted to settle between and spend rest of you mortal life. His calves, his muscular calves, his arms tensed under the feeling, board shoulders, his long stence. You just wanted to live under his skin, as close to him as possible.

“You’re gorgeous.” You said under your breath, blush covering your face as the words escaped your lips.

“Look at you, blushing under me like I just didn’t eat you out.” He placed a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on them. Hands cupped his cheeks as he found his place between your legs. His painfully hard cock teasing your clit as he kept his lips on yours. His precum mixing with your juices between your legs. You grind yourself agains him to feel him more. His hand grabbed the base of his cock teasing you as he spread mixed liquids to his shaft.

“You don’t even need anything, do you? You just want me to slid right in you filthy whore. You just can’t resist me.” You could just nod, couldn’t reach your words. Already cock-dumb from his acts. His tip forced your entrance. You pushed your hips to his as you wanted more of him. He slowly pushed himself in you. No matter how many times you did this, no matter how much he streched you before it always felt like it wasn’t gonna fit. He bottomed inside you as the burning feeling tickled your walls. Stinging pain turned to a hot devouring one as he waited for you to adjust the feeling. He peppered kisses to your neck and shoulder in a calming manner.

“Aether, move, please.�� Those were the only words you could find as your brain turned into jelly.

He started to move in and out of you while  he mouthed your hardened nipple. Only thing that was coming out of your mouth was loud moans. Sound of the wet skins slapping his grunts as he got faster echoed in your chamber. He was mumbling praises to your ear but you couldn’ put your brain tpgether to understand it. His hand on your waist find your clit and started to rub it. It was too much for you to handle.

Your climax grow inside of you as he fastened his pace. His cock hit deep inside of you.

“I c-can’t, p-please.”

“You can take it, Amor.” Your legs wrapped aroun his torso was shaking around him with the feeling. He nipped at your neck as his sharp nails dig into your arm. Fangs breaking your skin, red liquid painting his lips.

His thrusts got sloppy as your walls squeezed his length.

“Cum on me, Mel. Cum around my cock. Help me burry my seeds deep in you. Let me put a little ghoul in you. You would look so good with my baby inside you. Oh fuck, Satanas. I want you to have my baby.” Your high hit you as his words filled your ear. With his shaky breath and his dirty words You couldn’t maintain yourself. Your walls clenched around him. Legs hugged his torso thighter which made him moan loud. You pulled him into a kiss to silence your loud moan. Your head got dizzy with his tongue in your mouth. His unique smell filled your nose. You grabbed his horns to hold him in place as he shot his ropes inside you. Ropes and ropes of thick cum filled your insides, burried so deep.

“You’re so good for me, Mel. S’good.” His body weight curshed you under him as your hands brushed against his back.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“I know, Aeth. I love you too.” He placed a soft kiss on your neck, light as a feather.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

****

“Babe, we’re out of coffee I’m going to get some from ghoul common room.” You said while putting his oversized hoodie on yourself. He walked out of the bedroom to your office. Only thing on him was a black towel wrapped around his waist loosely. Your insides tingled with the sight.

“You look so beautiful in my clothes, Cara. I can just bend you over this coffee counter and fuck you for hours.” He trapped you between his big body and counter. Lips brushing your ear in a ticklish way. Your breathes got faster as his bare chest pressed into yours more. You could feel his half hard lenght between your legs.

“I would love that, Aeth. But I have to work.” You pressed a hot kiss on his chin. You caressed his arm as you hold his hand on your way to the door.

“I’m gonna get coffee now” you opened the door but didn’t walk out. You steal a small kiss from his lips. “when I get back” you took a step to the hallway. His lips followed you to the hallway. Dragging his naked body out of the room. “you can do whatever you want to do to me daddy.” He opened his eyes lazily. Then he took a step back.

“Fuck.” He slammed the door to your face as you stand there in shock. You turned back to see what scared him. A sister of sin was standing behind you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath.

“I’m sorry, Sister Pluvia. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m so sorry. I’ll go now.” You squeezed the bridge of your nose. You switched to your Professional voice in a heartbeat.

“You wanted to talk to me Sister, uhm?”

“Mary, it’s Mary.” You chuckled to the name. Ironic.

“Walk with me, Sister Mary. How can I help you?” You felt so ridiculous, walking in your boyfriends clothes that was clearly too big for you. Wearing the rat slippers that Copia got for your birthday. Your hair wet from the long shower you took together, holding an empty coffee mug, with the sister caught you and your boyfriend dirty talking.

“I’m so sorry that I disturbed you in an un-appropriet time. In middle of the night. But I’m worried about my friend. They didn’t come to dinner and they didn’t come to the dens as well.”

“Your fri- oh the one from earlier. I’m sure they're okay, honey. No need to worry. Nothing bad is gonna happen to them. But I’m going to visit Ghouls now. I’m gonna check on them too, if it’s gonna ease your worry.” She released a long breath. Following you to the ghouls’ chambers.

“I would be so happy. Thank you Sister.” You took a left turn to the cold and black hallway. Her steps slowed down when she realized where she was.

“They’re not gonna eat you Sister. But you can wait here if you want.” She gave you a little nod while you knock on the door and enter the common room.

“Hi Sunny.” She raised her head from the book she was reading. Gave you a friendly smile when she realized it was you.

“Hi baby. Everything all right?” You smiled back to her.

“Yeah no worries. I came to borrow some coffee. Aether drank all of it.” You raised the mug you’re holding.

“It’s fresh. I just brewed it.”

“Oh marry me, baby. I love you.” You placed a soft kiss on her forehead before you walked to get your coffee.

“Don’t let Aether hear. But I will.”

Ghouls’ common room was a round room. One side of it was floor lenght windows with black drapes around them. There was a library for ghouls. On one side there was a coffee counter and a snack bar, next to the tv and gaming console, and then the doors opening to ghouls’ rooms. Dewdrop’s door opened when he heard your voice. With the first step he took out, he started laughing his ass off.

“What?” You turned your face to him when he fell on the ground.

"What?" You repeated yourself in worry.

"You, you look ridiculous. What are those?" He said trying to calm himself. "You look like babies who wears their clothes." You scrunched your face as he got up from the floor and sit on Sunshine's lap.

"Haha" you released a fake laugh as he wiped tears from his eyes.

"Or- or like you washed your clothes accidentally too cold." You were genuinely confused this time, Sunny's eyes find yours as she shared the same feelings with you.

"Dew, what?"

"Like when you wash them too hot they shrink, when it's too cold they get big."

His stupidity didn't even made you laugh. You were worried about him. You didn't even knew if he was able to walk across the road without help at this point.

"Yeah, Dewy. That's right. They do." You petted his shoulder while you walked to the door.

"Hey, Dewy, where is that newbie now?"

"They're cleaning my room. And then they're gonna clean and polish my guitar next."

You gave him a little nod as you walked out. Dewdrop made that poor newbie do his chores and Lucifer knows what else. Sister Mary raised her head as you took steps to her side.

"They're okay. Little busy. But okay. Go to your bed now Sister." She thanked you in a small manner as she found the stairs to the dens.

"And Sister Mary" you catched her attention from behind. "This whole night stays between us. Good night."

 You slammed the door behind you to catch Aether’s attention.

“Satanas, I wanna go to sleep.” You murmured. Dropping your body to the office chair.

“Mia cara, let’s sleep.” He hugged you from behind. Placing a sloppy kiss on his arm you talked.

“I can’t. I have things to do. Band’s ritual lists, bills, I can’t baby.”  He spin you to face him.

“Let me help you relax.” He kissed your lips slowly. As his hand walked through your body.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just sit there prettily and let me do all the work.”

He held you by the waist and raised you to his height. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

“You look s’good with my clothes, my smell wrapping you. You gonna be my death baby. Your pretty little body is gonna kill me.” His hands run inside your sweatpants and squeezed your ass. Kneeding your flesh harshly as his sharpened claws scratched your skin. Small red fluids beaded over the scratch.

The sweats you’re wearing slid through your legs taking your lace panties with them. He lowered his underwear as he sit to the chair. His thick cock hitting your already wet core. Flipping you over so you’re facing your desk filled with folders.

A moan escaped your lips as his precum covered tip brushed over your sensitive nub.

“Aeth,”

“Just focus on your job baby. I got you.” He left small kisses on your  exposed neck.  His tip sliding between your folds as he started pushing his lenght inside your wet hole.

“Takin’ me so well baby. Like you’re made for me. Just like that." Words left his lips between his lewd moans. Without the proper preparation his thickness burned your hole as he kept pushing himself between your walls. That slight burn in your core made you even wetter for him. His hand found one of your nipple and started toying sensitive skin between his fingers.

"You're surprising calm today, baby." You finally found your words as he was deep inside you, his tip pushing your cervix.

"I go harsh on you 'cause I know you enjoy it as much as I do, but now you need me to be a good boy. So I'll be a good boy. I'm just gonna sit here, burried deep inside you and let you do what you do."

His hand left your nipple alone as he grabbed his phone from your desk. His tail wrapping around your leg, his cock twitching inside you as your walls clench around him occasionally.

Maybe hours passed as you sit on his cock, maybe minutes. You couldn't tell. His thick shaft inside you was driving you crazy. The full feeling, his throbes inside your walls, his tip hitting different spots when he laughs something he saw on his phone. You just couldn't take it anymore. Pen dropped from your hand.

You circled your hips for more friction. Shock got him as you moved up and down on his cock.

"B-baby?"

"I swear to Lucifer, if you don't bend me over to that fucking table and fuck the living shit out of me I'm gonna go crazy. I-I can't take it anymore."

"As you wish Mia cara." He grabbed your waist as he kicked the chair under him and stand up. Slammin your chest to the desk. His strong fingers found its way to your hair, grabbing it harshly. Sending shivers down your body. His chest pressed against your back. Lips touching that thin skin under your ear, he whispered.

"Quidquid domina mea vult a me."

He straightens his back, parts your leg with his foot, gray sweatpants still bundled up on your ankles. His hips slamming against yours when he starts giving what you wanted. Your hair in his hand was sending electric waves down on your body.

"Is this what you wanted, babygirl?" His chest, now back to your back. His lewd groans filling your ears as much as your own loud moans.

"Is your ghoul's dick making you feel that good?" His long finger wrapped around your throat as he kept talking dirty to your ear.

With the pressure on your throat and your hair your eyes started to water. Pleasure washing over your body with the burn in your lungs.

"OH, baby. You get so cock-dumb on my cock every time I fuck you, I forgot how smart my little dove is. You can't even say my name. Look at you."

His hand leaves your throat and finds its way to your clit. Starts rubbing loosely on the sensitive bud. Your mind goes blank as his hand's pace matches his hips. Your climax grows in you with everything he does. A throbe of his cock, a circle that his hands makes feels too much.

"Aether, I can't. T-to much." Your abdomen starts to feel so tight, it hurts. Your walls clenching around his cock as his thrust gets slow but deeper.

"I know you can, babygirl. Cum for this poor ghoul. I need it. I need you to cum on my cock."

His words does it for you. Whole world goes black for a good minute as your orgasm hits you hard. Your mind emptier than before. He doesn't slow down, his thrusts keep going in a search for his own relief. Your legs shake as your whole body feels overwhelmed. Not after three thrusts he shoots thick ropes of white liquid all over your insides. Fills you up with the warmth.

His chest falls over your back once again, he doesn't pull out yet. Breathing heavily and crushing you with his weight.

"Attagirl. I knew you could do it. You always make me feel good after all." He peppered kisses all over your face and neck.

"Let's go to bed."

He grabs your waist and walks to your bedroom with long steps.

"Aether," you say as he puts you on your bed and reaches for a washcloth to clean you up.

"Mark me. Make me yours."

[bunnakit]

Tharn hissed slightly at the twinge of pain in his abdomen, instinctively moving his hand to gently cradle and protect the spot. He hadn't expected the warmth of Phaya’s hand against the back of his or the way he so gently stroked his thumb over his knuckles. He wondered if he would ever get used to the way Phaya’s touch drew an electric current through his veins. 

“I'm… I'm sorry. You got hurt because of me.” he sounded so mournful, as if he was taking the weight of everything on his own shoulders. Tharn couldn't allow that, not when he’d acted entirely of his own volition, his own drive to keep the people he lov- to keep the people close to him safe. 

“It was just a coincidence. It wasn't your fault,” he sighed under his breath, wondering how many more times he could get away with calling it a coincidence, how many more times he would have to lie to Phaya. “I was just doing my job.” 

Why can't you understand that the thought of losing you is worse than any injury I might receive? I can't watch you die, I can't lose anyone else. My job is to keep you safe. 

Tharn watched as Phaya also sighed softly, clearly displeased with his answer in some way. His thoughts were interrupted as he watched Phaya’s tongue wet his lips, just the smallest slide back and forth. It was enough to drive him to distraction, to remember the way they’d tasted against his own that night in the garden. A goodnight kiss Phaya had called it. He wondered if a goodnight tasted the same as a goodbye. 

“Tharn.” 

His eyes snapped back up, meeting Phaya’s own concerned gaze and he swallowed down the guilty sensation welling up in his stomach. Why did Phaya bring this out in him? This constant craving for more he couldn’t quite suppress? Sometimes he felt like a different person entirely when he was around.

“When you got hurt I was really afraid you'd die. I don't want to feel like that anymore.” 

Tharn choked down the apology he wanted to give. He couldn’t apologize, couldn’t say he wouldn’t do it again. He’d do it as many times as it took to keep Phaya safe. This was his role in life, a role he’d accepted long ago. 

“I promise that from now on I'll always listen to everything you say. Please don't leave me.”

Oh. 

Those four words brought an insurmountable ache to his chest, one far stronger than the dull throbbing in his side. He’d been asked before not to put himself in danger, to worry less about making amends for his past. He’d never been asked to stay. Phaya could have said anything else, could have urged him to be safe, to be careful. Instead, he’d asked Tharn not to leave him. The words begged a thousand questions but Tharn found himself far too afraid of the answers.

“I'm not going to leave you. We're on the same team. How can I leave you?” The answer spilled out before he’d truly thought it through, one question sneaking past his grasp. And how could he? He finally felt whole, as if half of his soul had slotted back in place and allowed him to take the first full breath in his life. Perhaps he was selfish, but he couldn’t simply walk away from something like that, not now that he’d finally found it.

“What about… you thinking that I told Chalothorn about your dream?” Tharn still had no idea where that notion had come from, what had sparked such rage in Phaya. He would never divulge his secret, not when it was so very close to his own. He knew what Chalothorn thought of him, thought of his visions, even if it came from a place of gentle concern.

“Are you still mad at me?” Phaya’s anger towards him had been more painful than any knife to the gut. 

“Tharn.” 

The warmth of Phaya’s palm against his neck was startling at first, then comforting, and then impossibly confusing. Tharn couldn’t help the way his mind wandered to that fucking dream. The memory of soft purple lights and the warmth of the shower, of the gentle pressure at his back and the intoxicating squeeze around his neck. It lit a fire in his veins, clawing and hungry, and he quickly did everything he could to push it to the back of his mind once more, to give Phaya his undivided attention in the moment.

“I don't care anymore. I already told you, I'll listen to everything you say.” 

Tharn had to believe that, had to believe Phaya had forgiven him or perhaps never truly blamed him in the first place. Fear was a powerful thing, it could drive people to lash out, to blame, to hurt. He was only glad he still had Phaya's trust, the relief like a weight lifted from his chest.

“I'm sorry for being an asshole.” 

Phaya looked so repentant, so filled with remorse, and yet Tharn had never been angry with him. He ran his tongue along the inside of his lip, the taste of copper on the tip of his tongue as he ran it against where his teeth had cut into him. He knew immediately it had been an accident, had seen it in the way Phaya's face had morphed into quiet shock. No, he'd never blamed him for an instant.

“It's okay. I'm glad you're safe.” It was as much a reminder for himself as for Phaya, because the reality was Phaya very nearly hadn't been safe. Because of him. Always because of him.

Before he could overthink it he reached up and curled his fingers around Phaya's wrist. He wanted so badly to turn his head just slightly, to press his lips to the strong and steady thrum of Phaya's pulse. He settled for gently stroking his fingertips over the fluttering point, over the proof that he had done his job. He'd kept Phaya safe.

Slowly, Tharn lifted his eyes and met the intensity of Phaya's gaze. He was always struck by it, by the way it felt like he could peer past the cool facade he kept up, past the walls he'd erected to keep people from getting close. And perhaps he could, because each day it felt like Phaya brought a chisel to those walls and dismantled them brick by methodical brick.

He wanted Phaya, wanted to press their lips together, to linger in each other's embrace, to soak up the warmth of one another. It was a simple truth he could no longer deny, no matter how badly he wanted to.

Perhaps in another life they could have had that. Perhaps in another life Phaya was his and he was Phaya's and they loved with their whole selves. Perhaps in another life their story ended differently.

(disclaimer: none of this is from the novel, i haven't read the novel, i just like doing character studies of them and rotating them in my head like a skyrim loading screen)

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Atychiphobia (Fear of Failure)

Tw: Anxiety, panic attacks, fair of failure and stage fright, english is not my first language.

Summary: After your last presentation was a failure, you are afraid it will happen again but your boyfriend is there to calm you down.

☆if you are reading this and you have a presentation close I send you all my good wishes and a hug from Remus, everything will be fine<3

I've got this anxious feeling…

Your leg is shaking when the professor announces that your group will be the first to pass in the next class, you feel Remus putting his hand in your leg trying to calm you down, and giving you a soft smile.

You try to focus on sometime else but your thoughts takes you back to that day, that fuckin day when your chest began to ache and your tears blocked your view and you simply ran away leaving the class confused, you didn't know why you felt this way, you always felt nervous during your presentation but it was never that bad until that one.

When the class is over your boyfriend is holding your hand so tight because he knows you so well, and because he always is there no matter what, Remus was the first person to run after you that day, you remember his worried voice when he found you in the bathrooms sobbing so bad and saying that you couldn't breathe.

“Are you okay” he asks

“Yes” No, “Why do you ask?” You say and give him a fake smile.

“Don’t lie to me, you know you can trust me” You know that, you really do, but there is a lump in your throat that prevents you from saying what you feel, you don't want to be a burden more than you already are.

“I’m okay, you know how I get whenever I have a presentation”

“Thtas why I’m asking, I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head” He says sweetly tapping your forehead and giving you that smile that gets you drunk.

You smile but don't say anything else and just squeeze his hand tighter, he looks at you worried but keeps walking not wanting to push you.

When you get to his room you are lucky that none of their friends are in there, you lie down on his bed and let out a groan.

“It wasn't even supposed to happen this week, the date was set for two weeks from now, but no, now I have to do it tomorrow and humiliate myself again” You know he was waiting for this moment, no matter how much you try to keep things to yourself, there is always something that makes you end up doing it anyway.

“Somehow all the professors found out what happened and tomorrow he will give me the typical speech that if you studied you shouldn't feel so nervous, but no matter if I study I will still fail as always, I’m a failure” Your eyes are closed but you feel the bed sinking in next to you.

“Don't talk about my girlfriend that way, she's the smartest person I've ever met”

“I’m not smart”

“Yes you are, do I have to remind you that after what happened you still came back and finishe your presentation?”

“I couldn't even speak well, I just wanted a good grade”

“But you did it, you stood up there and did your best as you always do, you have to stop focusing on everything wrong and start looking at what you do right, which is too many things. Look at me honey” You raise your eyes and lose yourself in his gaze and his words.

“You are so talented and it hurts me to know that you see yourself as a failure, you give everything you have to achieve what you want and sometimes you go too far, you will never be a failure because you try, no matter what happens you always wipe your tears and do it again and if you didn't try it would be ok too, there are things that are not for us but there will always be something waiting for us with the door open, but sometimes it's good enough to be good, you don't have to be great all the time” You look at him with tears in your eyes and hug him tightly.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Being you is enough”

But it goes away for a minute when I'm with you, breathing.