#that is her boyfriend and no one can touch him!!!!

[davinawritings]

hii! not sure if your reqs are open but do you write stuff about piss? maybe werewolf bf marking his territory or a vamp bf doing it for degrading purposes

Hello! I hope you enjoy it! Unsurprisingly I went with a Werewolf boyfriend, lol.

The Claiming

Pairing: Male Werewolf Boyfriend X Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut, Creampie, Piss kink, Slight humiliation kink, possessive boyfriend

Enjoy <3

The night had started great with your amazing werewolf boyfriend inviting you to his friend’s party. You and Callum have been dating for just over 6 months now, and everything has been perfect. You got all dolled up for him, hoping for a fun night. 

You just finished spraying your perfume when you hear a knock on your door. Callum gives you a wet kiss with promises of a fun night as he guides you to his car. He keeps you on his arm as you enter the party, happy to have his beautiful girl by his side for all to see. 

Although he seems perfectly happy, your happiness doesn’t last long when he starts to ignore you to have fun with his buddies. You quickly grow bored of standing beside him and listening to them talk. The music is blaring, and you want to dance. You tug on his muscular arm to get his attention, but he barely spares you a glance.

Trying to be patient, you try again, and he finally looks at you with a raised brow. You give him a slight pout, saying you want to dance, but he just rolls his eyes and says he’s busy. You stare at him momentarily, not used to him flat-out refusing you. 

You give a slight nod, more to yourself than him, and decide to make your way to the makeshift dancefloor. Just because he wants to stand around doing nothing doesn’t mean you have to. 

As you dance to the music, you sway your hips sensually, running your hands along your body, and your dress leaves little to the imagination. A firm chest is pressed to your back in less than a minute. His hand grips your waist, and you know it’s not your boyfriend from that simple touch alone. You spin in his arms and come face to face with a werewolf. Although attractive, you can’t help but notice that he isn’t quite as attractive as your boyfriend. 

You think about moving away from his arms, but then you remember how Callum is ignoring you for his friends and figure you might as well have some fun dancing with this guy. You know Callum won’t be happy, but you can’t seem to find it in you to care right now. 

You dance for about thirty seconds before this wolf starts dropping his hands down to your ass. You are about to reach around and push them up, but you don’t get the chance as Callum pulls you away from the other werewolf.

The other man snarls and says, “What the hell. Can’t you see I was in the middle of dancing with her?”. 

Your boyfriend growls a low warning: “This is my girl. Don’t ever put your hands on her again.”

The other wolf gives him a smug smirk before saying, “Are you sure she’s your girl? I don’t see a mating bite, and she doesn’t smell like you. She smells sweet, like a juicy fruit ripe for plucking.”

The taunting words push Callum over the edge, and with one brutal hit, he has the other wolf knocked out on the floor. He barely spares him a second glance as he tosses you over his shoulder and drags you to an upstairs bedroom, quickly locking the door behind him. 

He tosses you on the bed, and you open your mouth to speak, but he quickly rips your panties off and shoves them in your mouth before you can even get a word out. He makes quick work of both your clothes, having you both naked in seconds.

“See what happens when you act like a little whore. Letting him put his hands on what’s mine. Letting him question my claim on you in front of everyone!”. His voice is harsh, and you know he is about to fuck you into tears, your pussy already preparing itself for his massive cock.

He quickly flips you onto your stomach and smacks your ass. You moan around the panties as he straddles your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to get a clear view of your dripping cunt. Without hesitation, he thrusts into the hilt, and you cry out his name as much as you can with the damp cloth in your mouth. His pace is hard and punishing; you can only grip the sheets.

“Such a fucking little brat. You couldn’t behave for a few fucking hours. This is what you needed, right? To be shown some fucking attention. To be under me and take my cock the way you are meant to. Fu-fuck. Made to take my cock and mine only. You are mine. This body is mine. This Fu-cking pussy is mine,” he growls out. 

One of his large hands pushes down on your lower back, keeping you in place, unable to even meet his thrusts. The other holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail, tugging as he fucks into your dripping center.

You moan out as your cunt begins fluttering around his cock, his knot slamming into your swollen pussy lips with each thrust. You whimper and try to move backward against his strength, wanting nothing more for his knot to fill you up.

“I don’t think so, baby. I’m not knotting you here. You’re going to take my cum like a good fucking girl, and then we are going to walk back downstairs and out of this party while my cum drips down your fucking legs. Let everyone here know just who your fucking belong to”. 

Callum’s possessive words push you over the edge, your cunt strangling his cock in pleasure and causing him to fill you up. He gives you a few short thrusts as you both calm down, pulling out and admiring the sticky mess between your thighs. He flips you back onto your back and fixes your dress, but leaves the panties in your mouth for now. 

You give him your best puppy dog apology eyes, but he just shakes his head before saying, “Fuck baby. I know they will be able to smell my cum inside your pussy, but I’m not sure it’s enough. I can’t have them questioning my claim on my little brat, now can I?”

He kneels over your body and sits on your thighs, his dominant hand grabbing hold of his half-hard cock. You stare up in his eyes as you wait for him to start jerking his cock so he can cover you in more of his cum. He gives you a sly smirk, and you gasp as you begin to feel a hot stream of liquid hitting your stomach.

Your eyes immediately shoot down to his cock, watching as his piss flows from his flushed tip before soaking you beneath him. He aims higher, making sure to soak your tits as well, your dress seemingly eager to soak up the warm liquid. You whimper as he then aims for directly above your pussy, the warm piss quickly pooling and soaking the material before dripping through and adding to the sticky mess between your legs. 

You surprise yourself as your clench and rub your thighs together at the sensation, feeling your clit pulse with desire. He gives his cock a shake watching as the last few drops fall onto your squirming body.

“Now I think you are ready to walk downstairs, baby. And don’t worry, as soon as we get you home, I’m going to knot your pussy, and we are going to go over how much my little whore seems to love getting covered in my piss. Don’t think I missed your needy body shifting around trying to get some friction for your slutty little cunt”.

You moan as you stand on shaky legs, Callum’s arm around your waist, the only thing keeping you from falling over and losing balance. He guides you through the house and past everyone else, your cunt clenching as they stare at you covered in his piss and with cum dripping down your legs with each step. Embarrassment heats your cheeks, but you can’t deny the arousal burning through you at their looks, nor the anticipation of what awaits you at home. 

As you reach his car, you quickly get in your seat, only now realizing that you never even took your panties out of your mouth, another wave of embarrassment rushing over you and making your pussy clench, more cum dripping out and surely covering his seat. Callum gets in and starts the car, making quick work to get home as fast as possible. 

His hand gives your thigh a squeeze, claws digging in lightly as he says, “Just think of how many more new things we can explore, baby. Now that I know my perfect little girl is a kinky whore, we just opened up a new world of fun baby”.

Maybe being a brat tonight was a good idea, after all.

I hope you all enjoyed <3 <3 <3 Let me know what you think!

[toyogamii]

SHOULD TELL MY BOYFRIEND WHAT I’VE BEEN DOIN’— BEEN THINKIN’ OF YOU, EVERY TIME I SCREW HIM!

a/n: i’m just a toji girl what can i say??

warnings: cheating kinda? reader fucks her bf while thinking about toji :p I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!! porn without plot hehe

synopsis: what’s a girl to do when her lame boyfriend can’t even make her cum? start daydreaming about that sexy ex that had her squirting with barely a flick of his wrist of course!

being all alone on a saturday night is not for the weak. sitting on the couch with your loving boyfriend but still feeling all alone is also not for the weak.

you pride yourself on your strength, the sheer will power and determination you have to not curl your lips in disdain when his fingers travel up your thigh suggestively and you can see how hard he is already. the outline of his below average cock pushing against his sweats. in the beginning of your relationship you found it flattering, almost attractive how easily he got all squirmy under your hooded gaze.

then you saw him hiding his erection under a pillow the night the two of you watched to all the boys i loved before and the hot tub scene flashed across the tv. then it didn’t feel special anymore, knowing he was just acting like a horny teenager.

not a man.

nothing like toji.

you almost let out a gasp as the older man’s face flashes across your mind, tucking your lip into your teeth. your boyfriend chuckles in your ear, thinking that your reaction was because of his soft touches. but he didn’t know the sweet spots to caress, the places that had your heart racing and thighs clenching.

your mind fills with guilt as you blink rapidly, trying to extinguish the thoughts of your ex from your mind.

“come on pretty girl,” toji’s voice pierces through your skull, the memory of his husky tone making you let out a whimper as your eyes flutter closed, “know you’ve been missin’ me.”

thick fingers pull your shorts and panties down just a little too harshly and your eyes almost snap open but toji speaks again.

“shh, just missed this pretty pussy s’all.”

you can feel his breath on your throbbing clit and your hips buck softly, he chuckles and places the gentlest kiss on your clit making you mewl.

“patience is a virtue, baby.”

you can feel him smirk against your skin, the scar on his lip brushing against you as he places kisses along the inside of your thighs.

“please,” you breathe out, your hand tangling in his soft hair and tugging. trying desperately to get his mouth where you need it most. a shriek like moan falls from your lips when toji's scared mouth wraps around your clit and gives a harsh suck.

"taste s'fucking good princess," he groans against you, big hands digging into the meat of your thighs as he prys your legs further apart. he drags his tongue along your syrupy folds, making your eyes roll back your hips buck up.

"stay still f'me," he grumbles against your soaked pussy, his hand landed harshly on your thigh, "stop squirmin' and let me eat."

his vulgar words shoot straight to your core and you throb against him. moans falling freely as you tug his hair.

you let out a strangled yelp as two of his thick fingers press against your tight entrance, gently pushing in and curling just right. your hips are twisting wildly, your legs shaking as his fingers scissoring and stretch you open.

"f-fuck," you sob, back arching practically off the couch. you can feel the way toji's tongue begins to move fast, feel the way his hips are humping the leather seat underneath you.

"please- please m' so close," you moan.

"cum for me ma."

thats all it takes for you to burst. your vision goes white as you shake violently, mouth falling open in silent scream. soft hands that feel just a touch smaller than before caress your thighs gently as you come to.

"you haven't ever cum that hard before," someone says with a soft chuckle. your eyes snap open, expecting to meet sly green ones but to no avail. looking back at you is your boyfriend, your chest is still heaving and your face is flushed. you gulp as guilt hits you.... for just a minute you really thought...

"uh yeah.." you mutter sheepishly, "guess i've just been pent up..."

your boyfriend laughs and rests his head on your leg. you almost flinch from the contact, mind still reeling with shock and guilt.

"we literally had sex yesterday, have i been neglecting you?" he teases.

yes, absolutely, toji would have had known that i've been faking it the whole time, you think bitterly. but you smile sweetly and shake your head.

"what can i say? ... i just can't get enough of you."

he smirks devishly and stands up extending his hand,

"wanna take this to the bedroom then?

you swallow hard and sigh before taking his hand with a nod and forced grin.

"... of course."

[elllisaaa]

is this a safe place? i can’t get this out of my mind

but i wanna see my boyfriend jake fuck another bitch in front of me, not just fuck but fuck FUCK i want them to go nasty like i don’t even exist. i need him to fuck her RAW, cum inside her, breed her, go rough, degrade me and talk down on me while he fuck her, say her pussy is tighter and better, idc i just need to see it while i watch them 😭

i think im a voyeur 😞 what’s wrong with me

this blog is definitely a safe place, don't worry, i'm always happy to see people get unhinged in my inbox ! nothing's wrong with you, because then i would be fucked up too 'cause that's definitely very hot.

JAKE loves nasty sex, if you don't end up covered in a mixture of cum, slick, saliva and sweat by the end of it, he obviously didn't do a great job. moreover, he's down to try pretty much anything, as he's into some unusual kinks as well. so the moment you mention your fantasy to him, he's okay to give it a go.

and fuck, he ends up liking it way more than he should. you picked one of your friends together, because you both thought she was hot and you knew she would probably be down. and now, you sat on your desk chair, one hand down your panties and two fingers deep inside you as you rubbed your clit, your eyes fixed on the way jake was fucking another girl in your shared bed.

"fuck" he moaned as he looked down at the way she was swallowing him whole. "you're so tight." - "feels good ?" she asked in a barely contained whimper as jake literally pounded into her. "so damn good baby." he answered in a breath, making another rush of arousal course through your veins as you sped up your rhythm. "mmh, better than y/n ?" she continued, and jake raised up his head to look at you in the eyes as he responded : "so much better."

you moaned in harmony with them, feeling closer to the edge with every new filthy thing jake said to your friend : "i'm gonna fill you up so good. yeah ? you want that ? then beg for it." - "such a nasty girl… you love to be ruined, don't you ? you love it when i spank you, uh ?" - "you're gonna make me cum, shit !"

the way they fucked as if you weren't even there while jake was simultaneously talking you down was what made you cum just as your boyfriend bred another girl. you were breathless as the three of you looked at each other, jake smirking at your disheveled state even though he hadn't even touched you. "wanna prove that you can do a better job, angel ?" you nodded eagerly and jake chuckled, his gaze darkening. "then come here, show me how good you can be." that was all you needed to join them and do your best.

[meracyn]

hi can you please write a one shot of kwon x fem! reader who has strict parents and one day kwon helps her escape her house to go with him? tysm if you do this!

TRAPPED || kwon jae-sung

a/n: ok guys by tomorrow im gonna be editing these posts and make them actually worth looking at, no lazing off this time 😭 but i like this idea actually. ive heard some songs that would relate to a scenario like this, whoever you are anon, ur a genius fr

The tension in your house was unbearable.

Your parents, being both professionals, always pushed you to meet their expectations. They barely gave you freedom, let alone make your own choices as you grew up.

It felt so suffocating, so tiring. You were so sure you would end up going crazy any day by now.

What kind of parents were so strict they always had to monitor every. single. thing of their child’s life?

Yours.

And that was why you couldn’t wait to escape.

The night was thick with silence, creating a heavy atmosphere. You laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling before turning your head to the side, where the window was.

The moon hung low in the sky— a soft, silvery glow adorning the rows of houses underneath. You got up slowly, careful not to wake your parents. The walls were pretty thin, which only made it more difficult for you to have privacy, as they could hear almost every little thing you would do.

As you got closer, you opened it. The cool, chilly air embracing your body as the breeze played with your hair.

Outside your window, the world was silent. The leaves swayed gently on the trees, the streetlights being dim and faint in the distance, barely cutting through the darkness.

You began to think. About your future, your parents, and your boyfriend,

Kwon Jae-Sung.

It seemed impossible to get into a relationship due to your overbearing parents, but you managed somehow, and haven’t gotten caught so far– which made it the perfect reason to leave.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the rush of adrenaline clashing with the quiet serenity of the night. Would it be worth the risk? Leave behind your future, your goals, everything just for some silly romance?

Every step you took felt like glass so fragile, that with one little mistake, would break.

You focused again on the scenery outside, just beyond the houses, staring at the open gate in front of you. So close, yet so far away at the same time.

The night seemed to be endless, full of possibilities—if you just took another step.

And you did.

Cautiously going back to your bed, you picked up your phone, just as you received a new message—it was him.

I’m outside. Can you get out on your own or need help?

Stay there. Your fingers quickly tapped the screen. I can manage

This was it. There was no turning back now.

Grabbing your bag and shoes on, you took a deep breath and began to climb out the window, heartbeat pounding in your ears with each movement you took. You held onto a nearby tree before stepping down, finally touching the ground.

Without bothering to look back, you ran away.

Kwon was standing outside of the car, a smile forming on his face as he noticed you.

“You made it,” He said softly, holding onto your hand as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath. “I don’t know what the hell is going to happen now,” You blurted out, having mixed feelings between anxiety and excitement.

“I told you I’d get you out. ” He whispered, pulling away just enough to meet your eyes. “And I will.”

As you both got in the car, Kwon started the engine, driving away. You looked back at your house one last time.

For the first time in years, you finally felt free.

[ruinedsoulsrp]

A light chuckle left his lips as she commented about the ship being smart. He had the thought that maybe the ship was the exact opposite. Maybe it was stupid and naive for wanting to sail back into the same waters, but he didn't dare voice as much, not wanting to ruin the decent moment they had been able to create. Instead, Pat nodded in agreement at her sentiment.

His lips quirked upward again when she mentioned how she'd never been good at small talk. Pat could still remember one of the first times before she'd actually agreed to go out with him, them skipping class, sitting in his car and she'd turned to him with such confidence and questioned "What are you about Pat O'Morhan?" It had been a slice straight through small talk and he'd loved that about her, even then.

He watched as she took a second drink from her glass, and he followed suit, finishing his and pushing it away slightly, to give his hands something to focus on, though he was grateful when she spoke again, and he couldn't stop the slight chuckle that fell from his lips at the clear surprise in her tone. "Yeah, well, I wasn't gonna ask." he admitted with a sheepish grin. Sure, he'd been an outright criminal, hell, still was, put in very dangerous situations over and over again, but when it came to feelings, and vulnerability, Laurel was the brave one of the two of them.

"It does, doesn't it. Probably because nothing and everything has changed." he answered, because that's exactly how it felt to him all at the same time. the joy in the one questioned word was infectious and a smile spread over his features instantly. Though, he didn't have the opportunity to answer as she was up and closing any distance between them, her hands finding his cheeks and her lips meeting his. Pat pushed his chair back slightly, his hands finding her cheeks as he returned her kiss.

Had she not pulled away, he would've happily pulled her right onto his lap, though even as she started speaking, she didn't move away from him, and his smile grew as the speed of her words increased. "You're good." He nodded as she spoke, and after she trailed off, he took her hand in his and did pull her into a sitting position on his lap, his free arm moving to wrap around her waist, as his other hand released hers in favor of moving to cup her cheek. "We can take it slow if you'd like." he agreed, knowing it probably wasn't the smartest idea to jump right back into whatever they'd had, especially when he was holding what might be considered more secrets now than he had been then. Yet, the pull and attraction and love he felt for Laurel meant he was aching to do exactly that.

A light chuckle left the man as he tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear. "I know I've been out of touch a while, but I think the kids still call it dating." he teased, his smirk returning as he looked up at her. "I uh, I'd be okay with calling it that if you wanted." he offered. That didn't exactly mean they were boyfriend and girlfriend, right? Still sans titles, but at least it was something to ensure they both knew that the other was right there and invested, and god damn it if he wasn't whole heartedly invested.

Seeing his grin amused her immensely. Laurel just felt relief all around, especially when each moment they had spent together felt fleeting, feeling like she could lose it from one moment to the next. Still, even if it turned out to be short-lived, she was willing to enjoy it to the fullest. Each smile, laughter, the way his eyes seemed to pierced her soul - greedily, she craved it all.

She caught that glimpse of surprise in his features, and for a second, she feared she had been too honest. But, the satisfaction that followed was much more familiar to her and Laurel couldn't help the smile full of relief that adorned her lips. "Back at the dock, what a smart ship," she mused out loud, wondering if she could take that to mean that he also had not moved on. Even after all this time. It was a second of mirrored satisfaction, followed by that immense guilt that wouldn't leave her alone. All these years, after ruining his life, and he still hadn't moved on? She couldn't help the pang of guilt that struck her. "I would be pleasantly surprised to find our ship back somewhere on that dock."

Even with the semi-hopeful conversation happening, her situation wasn't lost on her. He may have turned a new leaf and his life may look very different than it had all those years ago, but Laurel knew he was still close to his family, thinking back to his cousin stopping by his place and that dinner he went to with his dad. And on her side? Well, her mom still held some influence in her life - something she'd been unable to kick. Laurel's need for her mother's approval still dictated her life to this day. "Well, I was never really good with small talk," she teased, following his lead and taking another drink from her glass. Though, it was much larger than just a sip. Liquid courage? Maybe. Setting the glass back down on the table, Laurel willed herself to look back up at him, meeting those blue eyes she loved so much. Looking at him once more, she reiterated to herself that, yes she was willing to try again. Go all in for him. If her gaze was not communicating that, then one more sip of her drink, and Laurel was ready to say it out loud. Unable to continue dancing around what she wanted.

"You're glad?" she breathed out in surprise. Her realistic tendencies held her down, though a sliver of hope threatened to take over. "New territory is right, yet it feels very familiar. I just can't pinpoint why." Laurel hung to every word, his smile mesmerizing her like it had so many years ago. It felt like a turning point for them - an adult conversation between two people who hadn't seen each other since their teenage years. It was definitely something. Inevitably, a smile broke out on her lips. Pure joy in her features, and that hope from earlier burst through her chest. "Really?" she said breathlessly, unable to contain herself as she stood up from her chair and closed the distance between them, cupping his face in her hands and pulling him in for a kiss.

A laugh pulled from her lips, shaking her head. "Okay sorry, I got carried away. Yes, me too. Well, I had already said that. But, honestly...no pressure. I'm not expecting us to just immediately go back to what we had. More so, I just wanted you to know that I'm still here and I still...feel things for you. So yes, expecting things from each other, I can work with that. We can just take it slow, right?" She felt like she was reaching rambling territory, her nerves were in full display and leaning on being chill and nonchalant to not completely freak him out. "Don't worry, I won't request any girlfriend titles or anything of the sort."

[ashintheairlikesnow]

What If

Bleeding in Moonlight: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven |

CW: Traumatized whumpee, conditioned response to past dehumanization and abuse

Anaya's first coherent thought upon waking was that someone was breathing, warm and damp, against the back of her neck. Her second was that she was nearly hanging off the side of the bed, precariously balanced, pushed to the edge by an enormous weight behind her.

"Eden?" She mumbled. “Can you move?”

Rather than the good-natured grumbling she expected from her boyfriend, she heard a low, animal rumble like an earthquake moving from one body into another. A cold, wet nose touched the back of her neck.

Anaya’s eyes flew open.

Consciousness came back all at once.

She sat up in one fluid movement, turning to look behind her, just barely catching a sense of a huge mass reshaping, growing smaller. Fur became scarred skin, paws turned to palms and fingers at the end of long, awkward arms. It happened in an instant, in the time it took her to blink. The shift was done in less than the second it took to inhale a deep breath.

Her mind refused to accept what she saw or to hold on to what had happened. It simply wasn’t designed to experience something so deeply out of her understanding of the world. Instead, it focused entirely on the naked teenage boy now staring back at her, a boy with a perfectly normal human nose and a perfectly normal human body. 

He laid on his side on top of the rest of the covers between her and Eden - who was still asleep, one arm flung up above his head. Misae’s bare legs were bent at the knees, curled towards his stomach. His odd eyes were wide and ringed in white, and he cringed back away from her in a way that made her stomach flip in shame and guilt. He made a sound like a low whimper.

“I-I didn’t mean to fall back asleep,” He said, a whine edging his voice, looking away and then back at her, his stomach nearly pressed to the comforter with how low he was. 

The curtains still hung heavy over the windows, keeping the room dim, with only hints of yellow morning light lining the edges of the heavy cloth. 

“... Misae?” Anaya rubbed a hand over her eyes. “Why… why’d you get on the bed?”

He didn’t answer her, not at first. She felt the mattress shift beneath her and blinked her eyes open again, watching as the boy eased his way back off the bed and onto the air mattress on the floor. His shoulders stayed hunched up near his chin, his hair mussed up and half-shadowing his eyes. He curled up, knees to his chin, arms around them, looking down and away. 

On the other side of the bed, Eden mumbled something and shifted onto his side, facing away, pulling his blanket up until it covered his head entirely except for his hair. Anaya frowned, turning until she could put her feet on the floor. She arched her back, feeling her spine stretch and flex, the muscles protesting briefly as she pressed her hands to her lower back and exhaled. 

She must have been curled around the immensity of the adolescent wolf in the bed, unmoving. Her muscles were going to be mad at her all day about that, she could already tell. 

Then she looked back down at Misae, who still wasn’t looking at her. When she moved to stand, he flinched, hands covering his head. Anaya hitched in a breath, a chill running from her hair to her feet.

“I’m sorry,” Misae said, voice low and a little hoarse and raspy from sleep. He had curled himself up so tightly all she could see of him was arms and legs and the gray-tinged red of his hair. “I shouldn’t have. Please-... I didn’t mean to-... I couldn’t sleep-... alone, I’ve never slept alone b-before-”

“Oh, honey.” Anaya kept her voice low as she leaned over, holding out one hand. “Hey, you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” He repeated, whining again. He seemed to slip in and out of remembering human speech. His instincts, clearly, were canine. “I, I know, no dogs on human beds. I know, I know that, I was just alone and I couldn’t sleep after the moon was gone, I didn’t mean to fall asleep… I just wanted to not be alone-”

Anaya closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re not a dog, Misae. Yeah? Come on, honey. Let’s get some pants on you and make some coffee, okay? You and me. Come on.” She pitched her voice soft and encouraging, and then inwardly winced. No matter what she said, she was talking to him like she might have a dog, wasn’t she?

She tried again, clearing her throat. This time, she kept her voice even and level. “I’ll get you some breakfast.” 

One of his odd amber eyes peered out from behind the dubious safety of those thin arms, and then slowly, so slowly, he unfolded. His stomach growled, nearly as loud as he had been in the bed just a few minutes ago. How long had he been hungry? Better yet, how could he possibly be hungry after all that damn pizza the night before?

Anaya tried to focus on that disbelief. It helped her to not think about the sight of Misae trembling, frightened… of her. 

Scared of having been caught out on the bed, terrified of whatever result he expected to come from that event. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, in a whisper that was barely audible, even when they were only a few inches apart. 

“Don’t be,” Anaya murmured back, scanning the room until she found Misae’s discarded sweatpants. She scooped them up and tossed them back to him, turning her back and waiting while he put them back on. Clearly, nudity was going to be an ongoing conversation they would have to keep having - he seemed completely unaware of it until it was pointed out to him. She had the distinct sense he would walk naked into traffic and never bat an eyelash, having no real understanding of the dangers of either.

Anaya padded out into the hall and headed for the kitchen, aware despite his silent steps that Misae had fallen in just behind her. He was still limping on his injured leg, but already he seemed steadier on his feet than he had yesterday.

As soon as the silver was out of his skin, he healed. Just like he’d said he would.

Anaya shoved the thought aside.

She wasn’t really surprised when he didn’t sit down after they entered the kitchen. Instead, he hovered next to her, just a little too close for comfort as she measured out the coffee, dumped spoonfuls into the filter, poured over the water, and listened to the hissing and bubbling as it began to brew.

Anaya closed her eyes, inhaling the warm air with its smell of the dark roast she’d just added in. Almost like chocolate, with a hint of the bitterness the coffee itself would have when it was done. 

Burbling, the dark liquid dripped, slowly filling the glass pot beneath. Anaya watched it for a while, but eventually she couldn’t stand the silence and Misae’s eyes locked on her any longer. “Well,” She said, finally. “What do you usually like to have for breakfast? Not like gas station or rest area food like yesterday, but real food.”

Misae blinked at her. “... They give us meat twice a day.”

“Meat?” Anaya blinked back. “Any particular kind of meat, or…”

“It’s ground up. They put vitamins in it.” Misae shifted to look out the window over the sink. The scars on his back and neck seemed darker, somehow, in the early morning light. Anaya found herself looking at the ancient welts that had faded nearly back to skin, layer upon layer getting darker until the freshest on top were still bright red and seemed too eager to bleed again. To scar like that… did it have to be silver? Did someone cut him, over and over again, with a silver knife? Had it been punishment, or some kind of test?

She blinked back into awareness and realized Misae was still talking. “-all kinds. Chicken, cow, pig. Whatever they have extra they didn’t need, they grind it and mix it together with some eggs and feed us.”

“Oh. Just cooked meat and eggs, no seasonings, huh?” Anaya shuddered at the idea. No wonder Misae had lost his mind over the pizza the night before.

“Meat and eggs and vitamins. Not cooked.”

Anaya’s stomach flipped and she had to stand very still, swallowing against the nausea. A lifetime spent eating mixed-up raw meat just to not starve. “Your meat’s never cooked?”

“No. Austin used to give us hamburgers when Bill was away, until he found out.” Misae apparently felt secure enough to put a little space between them, finally. He moved away and wandered off to the side, looking over a collection of framed prints on Vanessa’s wall. 

“There’s never enough for everyone,” He said, his eyes following the painted violet petals on a flower, lingering on the tiny green-skinned fairy painted hiding just behind its stem. The little fairy winked back at him with a winsome smile.

Anaya fought the urge to sigh. They were in so deep over their head with this. Werewolves were real, they had a teenage one traveling with them, some pretty bad people looking for him who had apparently beaten him and starved him and maybe done even worse than that. She and Eden were living primarily out of Eden’s car and a storage unit in Iowa. Neither of them was even remotely qualified to try and take care of a teenager, let alone a teenager who had… who had lived like that.

This could not possibly end well.

She busied herself cooking up some eggs, while Misae watched silently nearby. He never asked any questions, and when she asked if he wanted salt and pepper in his eggs, he only shrugged as if he had no idea what those things were.

Maybe he didn’t.

Once the eggs were done, though, he inhaled four of them in what felt like three seconds flat while Anaya stared over the mug of her milky-tan coffee, midway through taking a sip. 

She didn’t even think to tell him to use a fork - by the time she realized he was eating with his hands, hunched over the plate like-

Like an animal-

The eggs were already gone.

“Thank you,” Misae said softly. He smiled at her, shyly. He had a bit of egg at the corner of his mouth, and his tongue flicked out to lick it away. Anaya closed her eyes and fought the new rise of nausea all over again. His voice was so sweet, though. He was so happy. “I like eggs much better cooked. They're not slimy, like this.”

“... Glad to hear it.” Anaya barely tasted her coffee as she sipped it, beyond the general impression that it was nearly hot enough to burn her tongue. Her mind kept cycling and cycling through the same few thoughts, over and over again.

Werewolves were real. That was a hard one to shake.

Werewolves were real, and she had one sitting in this kitchen across from her, eating eggs like they were the greatest food ever made. Werewolves were real. Which meant… other ones had to exist out there somewhere, right? There was no way all the werewolves had been in one place. There were others out in the world, maybe not even that far away, who would know what to do to help Misae.

Maybe there was a whole thriving town of them out there, who would be able to teach Misae about how to be human and how to be a wolf. Schools with other werewolves learning reading and writing and how to howl at the moon. Jobs that understood if you couldn’t work night shift three days a month. Absolutely nothing made out of silver.

People who could keep him safe.

Anaya and Eden could find one of those places, find those werewolf people, and… maybe…

Maybe they could find Misae a home.

Assuming, of course, anyone they could find would take him.

What would they do if nobody else would?

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@finder-of-rings  @burtlederp @deluxewhump @scoundrelwithboba @shrimpwritings 

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[pixelizedprince]

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If there's one good thing about being a trained Rivaini Seer it's that you and your demon boyfriend can tag team your grumpy boyfriend in bed.

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Mage Half-Elf fem!Rook (Margaux) x Lucanis x Spite

1.5 K

Lucanis/Sprite referred with occasional they/them pronouns

Jumpscare - Italian Petnames

Explicit (Teasing, Orgasm Denial, Threesome)

“Mar. Marks Him. For Us.” Spite's glow snatched the moment, offering Lucanis’ bare neck to the mage. 

A giddy squeal escaped Margaux as she bounced up and down, rhythm of the three fully in motion. Her lipstick had already been ruined, well spread across Lucanis’ face; she freshly blushed, eyeing up and down his muscular throat. “Oh do I now?” She managed to pant, one hand bracing herself on their thigh, the other hooked around their neck, fingers tangled in Lucanis’ downy black hair. 

“Please.” Spite’s growl came with a buck, hands affixed on either side of her soft hips keeping her balance and their movement in stride. 

Margaux gasped, a squeaky and bubbly noise, trying her best to remember the words to tease. “Su-ch, manners. Good boy- Ahh- Of course, Love.” She smiled wickedly as she leaned forward and roughly met with Lucanis’ neck, wet lips parting and sinking her teeth in, gently, but firmly, and working her tongue against the skin. 

Spite let out a pleased hiss that hitched into Lucanis’ shudder. “Nnngh you little demons, the both of you.” His words vibrated against Margaux's lips as she trailed purplish love bites from collarbone to ear, nipping his ear and tittering in joy. Despite his complaints, Lucanis continued to thrust and moan.

“You know you - mhhm - love us~!” Margaux smiled and kissed him proper, her grip on the prince of crows tightening. “Baby, I'm getting cl-close.” She wrapped both arms around them and gripped their back, desperate. Her curly hair falling behind her shoulders as she tilted her head back. Lucanis smirked, and as Margaux arched her back, he halted his vigorous movement. 

“W-Why?!?” Margaux whined and ground down greedily, Lucanis twitching against her attempt. 

The crow barked out a laugh, pulling his right hand from it's place on her hip and trailing it up her side, across her curves and dips, rudely avoiding her breasts and instead raised it to run through her curly hair. The crow kissed her pouting mouth. “Vita Mia, he wants this even more than you. What Spite did was very naughty.” Lucanis wrapped a curl between his fingers and pressed his lips to the strands, taking in the sweetness of her floral soaps and feeling the magic of Spite rippling through his mind, freshly, angrily flustered at the goading of the scent. It took a lot out of him to contain the spirit and he could see the doubled vision as Spite threw a flash of a tantrum. 

“Lucanis! LET! US! ENJOY!” The ghost of the demon shouted, a separate face but the words spilling from his own lips. Lucanis bit his own lip and pulled out, withholding a proper finish.

“Lucanis please!!” Margaux gave her biggest, sweetest eyes paired with a clawing at his back, begging to continue. She continued to shift where she sat, her body begged for relief, to be full of them. 

“Just a moment…” Lucanis freed his hand from her hair, and delicately traced the marks Margaux had freshly coaxed across his own skin. Pressure on the fresh bruises stung in a way that made their cock twitch. (No Fair!!! No Fair!!! Mar Did Good Job! Want To Make Lucanis Finish! Make Loves Happy!)) Lucanis squinted his eyes and shook his head as Spite echoed inside his mind. The crow's fingertips wet from where Margaux's tongue had traced. He dragged nails down his own throat, pulling thin reddened lines down the shaved stubble of his neck, brushing through his own chest hair, managing a cruel and teasing phantom touch across his own left nipple before his hand trembled with a violet force. Spite raked the hand the rest of the way down Lucanis’ front, digging his nails into a claw on his thigh, threatening to draw blood. One wrist caught by the demon, perfectly painted nails wrapped around the other, Margaux intertwined her digits with the other hand that still gripped her hip. 

The show that Lucanis had made of himself for Spite was making her feel crazed. She needed them inside her now. “Spite, Love, help me out please.” 

A gravelly chuckle rasped from Lucanis’ still bitten lip, a bruise forming there as the two before her were teasing themself, Lucanis hard and already starting to leak. Margaux leaned forward with force and kissed them both, sucking Lucanis bottom lip from their own teeth and into her mouth, Lucanis moaning into her breath. Gently, teasingly Margaux eased herself back on their length, humming a series of small whimpers into Lucanis’ neck, his hands still held by both her and the spirit, bond and unable to refuse their pleading any longer. 

“Gods DAMMIT!” Lucanis playfully huffed, hearing Spite snicker in his mind as Margaux restored her previous pace. The crow near immediately breaking his feigned annoyance as he rejoined her tempo in thrusting again. As she bounced her breasts heaved repeatedly into his face. Lucanis nuzzled into the softness of her, kissing at her moles, avarice fogging his mind as he lapped at her chest, teeth scraping across her nipples, across her curves as she bobbed and clasped around him. He could see tears forming in her eyes. His own emotions getting the best of him as he quickened his thrusts, getting rougher and freeing her breasts from his mouth, he instead pulled himself closer to her ear, endlessly praising her in the tongue of trade, Antivian, Orlesian, anything his mind could think of, and some things that Spite willed to be known.

“Margaux. Vita, you are so beautiful, doing so well - MAR FEELS. LIKE EXCITEMENT. - You are mesmerizing, we want you to - CUM - Spite! ” Lucanis rapidly frowned as the spirit wheezed an ugly laugh.

Margaux nearly stumbled at her pace as she let out a lightheaded singsong-y laugh, muttering between kissing them. “Oh, Oh ahh, hmm, my loves, oh my loves, my wonderful boys, You are, both, doing so good ahh, Oh - fuuuck!!!” With a last few big hops Margaux convulsed and dug her nails into his shoulders, beautiful black curls haloing her as she threw her head back one last time, incomprehensible cries and euphoria hitting her at last. 

Lucanis could feel his vision blur as purple plucked at the edge of his consciousness. Margaux melted into his chest, both hands snaking their way into his hair and she tugged at his roots, Lucanis heaving as his own climax was right on the edge. 

“Lucanis. Wants. Needs. To. Finish?” A mockery from his own lips, the crow could almost cry in frustration as the demon inside of him was holding him, wavering on the edge, in a state of agony or ecstasy that could be achieved in this final moment.  

“Well, Lucanis, did we do good enough for you?” Margaux's teasing tone breathless as he remained inside of her, she swayed her hips, lulling him along, truly transforming Lucanis’ want into a wretched anguishing need, just as Spite had spoken.

“Ti prego!! Cattivo, Vita! Per Favore!” Lucanis snapped, his body being used by the two of his loves and he couldn't take it anymore, he bucked wildly, Margaux held onto him, both with her arms and herself warm upon and around him. Spite vibrating in his mind, detached his hold on Lucanis' senses, freeing his grasp on the man. The climax finally flashed through Lucanis as the denied orgasm quaked him at last. Spite trilled, a sound nearly like a purr, and ghostly feathers flapped erratically at his people being happy. Lucanis wanted to roll his eyes at the spectral display but Spite had earned his wings tonight. 

Margaux let out a satisfied gasp as the shockwaves of Lucanis’ warmth and her trembling self finally parted, pooled heat between the three of them a damn fine mess. 

Lucanis kissed her deeply, clumsily. Like it was the only air he'd ever get to breathe again. Margaux giggled once more, freshly exhausted and happy. Her smile was heavenly as she draped herself over his chest, laying on her stomach to look up at him, running her fingers through his beard. “My Loves.” She hummed, eyes glancing from Lucanis’ flushed face and the phantom purple shade, a doubled vision, a near perfect replica, that lazily smiled down at her as well. 

“My Loves.” Lucanis responded, one hand wrapped around her back, claiming Margaux and holding her close to his chest, the other extended at his side, resting in the phantasmal purple shadow of wings that embraced him and Margaux both. 

“Loves.” Spite's voice thick with emotion, magic, promise, warmed them all.

It sure as hell wasn't conventional but the three had carved out their own version of happiness, together. “Loves.” Love spoke anew. Quietly, calmly, unceremoniously, the three rested together, together, together.  

[ryuzakemo128]

Am I Boring You? Part Two

Pairing: Tommy Miller x you / Joel Miller x you

Content Warnings: Fake Relationship (Tommy x you), Angst, Mild Violence, No outbreak alternate universe, age gap (Reader is 25, Joel is in his early 40s and Tommy is in his late 30s), Albino! Goth! Female Reader, Implied Sexual Content, female reader is a big tiddy goth gf, Joel is suspicious of fem reader, wealthy Miller family line, Tommy's secret.

Words: 2,045

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Masterlist

Summary:

“Written all over his face. Think about it. Girlfriend who wants to kick his older brother’s arse for being a dick? Girlfriend who stands up for their boyfriend too? He’s probably scared shitless that you’re going to turn into me and cut off his balls and feed them to him.”

“Not to mention. A girlfriend who likes it when her boyfriend is a cuddle slut? Yeah, I think he’s jealous as fuck.”

The ex-fiance, great, you wonder who called her over.

It couldn’t have been their parents. They wouldn’t touch that issue with a ten and a half foot pole. It certainly wasn’t you because you don’t even know or have her number.

You were sure as fuck knew Tommy blocked her number and still had it blocked to this day. 

There was only one answer. 

Only one obvious answer. 

Why should cheaters get to live their life normally when the people they harm have to pick themselves back up and move on afterwards?

Why should they stroll off without getting any consequences for their actions?

It’s not fair. None of this is ever fair.

“You can’t waltz back into my life and pretend that you didn’t cheat on me with my older brother!” Tommy yelled from the front porch. He was beyond pissed at the implication of his ex-fiance coming around to see him. 

You should feel how he became angrier and angrier. As if his girlfriend was picking at the old wounds, hoping to let them reopen into something worse. To prove some form of sick point that he wasn’t enough for someone else. 

People loved to compare him with his older brother, fuckers took too much enjoyment from vilifying him and placing his older brother upon a high pedestal. Wanted nothing more to knock Joel down from it. To bruise him in ways he had been in the military to prove he was nothing but the bastard who did nothing for anyone but himself. 

“Don’t speak to me, fucker. I have had it with you and your stupid bullshit. Speak to our parents. But stay the fuck away from me.” Tommy stormed back inside the house. Slamming the front door behind him. He shoved his brother into the bookshelf, having more than enough of his constant belittling. “I went into the military. You stayed at home. You don’t get to speak down on me. You don’t get the privilege to even know me. You don’t deserve a damn thing from me! So shut up and get over yourself!”

You could have sworn he would have started throwing punches at him if his parents weren’t in the kitchen. 

“You don’t get to have your cake and eat it too.” Tommy continued gripping his brother’s collar, getting right up into his face. “You will get nothing from me. Or from her. Got it? Say you understand.”

“I understand.” Joel whispered softly.

“Louder.” Tommy growled.

“I understand.” Joel spoke louder. Like a clear rung bell. 

You were always proud of Tommy when he stood up to his older brother, he knew his limits and he knew when to tell Joel to back off. 

If Joel thought he could ruin his brother into doing the things he wanted for the rest of his life. Then he had another thing coming. 

“I’m telling everyone what you are, what you have always been, and there is not a damn thing you can hope to do to prevent it this time.” Tommy revealed to him. As if the weight was finally leaving his chest. 

He didn’t have to hold it in anymore. 

He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Finally able to step out of his older brother’s shadow. Straight into the light beneath the stars.

You don’t feel bad for Joel. You can’t, no, you couldn’t, find it inside yourself to feel remotely bad for a man hellbent on making his younger brother’s life miserable as possible. 

“You called his ex on purpose, didn’t you?” you asked coldly, eyes narrowing. “You did that to prove something. I don’t care what it is. But that is fucking disgusting. I’m so glad you’re not my brother because I would have disowned you long ago.”

“And if I catch you doing stupid bullshit like that again? You don’t have to worry about Tommy finding you again. Cause, you know, I’ll fuckin kill ya myself.” you growled into his ear as if you were tempted to tear off his ear. 

Joel frowned, nothing in his background search, hinted at the possibility of you being capable of killing someone in cold blood. Nothing he could find about you said ‘cold-blooded killer’. What if he was wrong? What if you were much more capable of getting your hands dirty than he initially assumed? 

A chilling thought to be sure. But something he should consider.

He was getting far more than he bargained for when he planned this weekend. 

You were going to make him regret crossing his brother time and time again. Like a dog with a bone, you are always going to get things your way. 

It didn’t matter whether Joel made it easy or hard. You were going to make sure Tommy escapes him once and for all. 

Joel’s feelings on the matter isn’t important. 

As far as you are aware. 

He’s the main cause of Tommy’s problems. 

The main reason for things going sour.

Cut out the cause. Remove the problem. Simple right?

Remove a whole entire person like they weren’t there to begin with, or remove yourself from their sight?

Acting like cuddling with your friend is a sexual act. Pitiful. You wonder if he still has friends that care about him as a person.

Cuddles with Tommy were never sexual. 

It never stopped you from giving people death threats whenever someone tried to belittle him in one way or another. He’s your friend. And you protect your friends. Right?

If his older brother can’t handle it. Then may he choke on his own tears.

Sexualising cuddles. It irked you more than hot sweaty British summer. 

“I have nothing to say to you.” You reminded him whenever he tried making an excuse for calling his brother’s ex-fiance over. “You made your choice. Lie inside the bed you made for yourself.”

Joel felt a grin spread across his face, smug by the look of things, “For someone who doesn’t have anything to say. You sure do a lot of talking.”

“Only when a jackass likes to fuck over his younger brother.” you sneered.

“I’m taking care of my younger brother.” Joel rolled his eyes.

“You fucked his fiancé. You call that taking care of him? Don’t be pathetically stupid. And grow up. Find someone else. Instead of taking people who are already wanting to be in a committed relationship with your brother. If you can’t see the problem. Maybe you should seek therapy and find out why people don’t like you nearly as much as you think.”

“Think before you start ruining lives around you. Think about someone else other than yourself. Then maybe people might want to stick around longer.” you added before he could get another word in, edge ways. 

“You’re addicted to fucking over people you should be caring about. You’ve got an addiction to hurting people, and even if I wasn’t dating your brother. I wouldn’t want to date someone like you.”

Joel didn’t know how to feel about your declaration. What do you mean you wouldn’t date him? Don’t you see what you’re missing out on?

“If you can’t be willing to let your brother live his own life. Then what good of a person are you really?” you taunted. “You’re in your forties and acting like you’re still in your twenties. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

But, as always, Joel remained calm and collected on the outside, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re one to talk about hurting people you’re supposed to care about. How’s that working out for you?” he spat back.

“I have friends I can count on. It's going great, actually. You should try being less of an asshole sometime.”

Joel’s smug expression never left his face, you could see the irritation seeping through his facade, giving you more enjoyment from this than he could hope to imagine. This man was so used to getting his own way.

He couldn’t fathom you standing up to him like this. 

You weren’t supposed to have a backbone.

You weren’t supposed to have opinions.

You weren’t supposed to have a say in this world he crafted to serve his own needs and desires. 

But you did. But you do. You were always going to be his downfall. 

Watching him walk away. As Tommy remained behind you. The heat of the moment finally manage to dissipate. Slowly disappearing. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from the argument. You turned to face him, seeing the pain in his eyes. 

“For what?” you asked, playing dumb.

“For sticking up for me,” he replied, his grip on your hand tightening. “I know I can be... a lot to handle, but you've never left my side through all of this.”

“Nah. You’re a breeze compared to most men I’ve been with.” you quipped, trying to lighten the mood a little. 

Tommy’s grip on your hand loosened a little, a hint of smile on his lips. 

“Yeah, right. Like that one guy who had more issues than a library.” He tried to laugh, but it came out as a painful chuckle.

“Libraries still envy how books than can come out of his issues alone. Had a problem with women doing porn. But would turn around and watch porn afterwards. It was a lot of, ‘Damn dude, if you don’t like it. Why do you use it so much?’ and I would bring it up because it would sound off, it sounded very hypocritical of him.”

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh, the tension from before slowly fading away. “Yeah, that sounds like a real winner.” His smile grew a little more genuine.

“Luckily, I didn’t date him longer than three months. Longest three months of my dating life.” 

Tommy’s laugh grew a bit more genuine, “I’m surprised you didn’t strangle him in his sleep.”

“It took every fibre of my being not to. It was indeed a struggle.”

Tommy nodded in understanding, his gaze dropping to the floor, “You know, I’ve never told anyone this but, when I found out about the two of them, I was so fucking mad that I wanted to do the same to Joel.”

“Gutting. Like a fish without its innards, and everyone around you expects you to be fine with it. Even when you’re anything but.”

“Strange that he got so weird about you getting cuddles so often. Like damn dude, tell me you don’t get jealous without telling me you get jealous.”

Tommy's eyes snapped up to meet yours, surprise flickering in their depths. “You think he's jealous?”

“Written all over his face. Think about it. Girlfriend who wants to kick his older brother’s arse for being a dick? Girlfriend who stands up for their boyfriend too? He’s probably scared shitless that you’re going to turn into me and cut off his balls and feed them to him.”

“Not to mention. A girlfriend who likes it when her boyfriend is a cuddle slut? Yeah, I think he’s jealous as fuck.”

“And I bet you ten bucks that he’s in a corner somewhere seething, fuming about it too.” 

Tommy's smile grew, “You're probably right. But I don't care if he's jealous. What he did was unforgivable.”

“About time Joel got his dosage of karma. You're giving it by the spoonful. Not matter how much he hates the taste.”

As Joel fumed in his bedroom, he couldn’t believe your audacity at your accusations. Yet, deep down, a spark of doubt ignited in his chest. Was he truly that despicable? 

His thoughts raced back to the events leading up to this weekend. The way he had manipulated the situation, pushing Tommy into a corner with his cruel words and actions. He hoped to break him down, to show him that he wasn’t enough, but instead, it had only brought the two of you closer together.

Pushing you further together. In the hopes of pulling you two apart. He did the opposite and now he’s paying for it. Slowly eating every single one of his vile words he had ever said about his younger brother, Tommy Miller. 

He became the problem his younger brother needed to get rid of.

He wasn’t going to be in his younger brother’s life for much long if he kept going down this path.

[simvibing]

Windenburg ✈️ San Myshuno

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In a blink of an eye, we end the Teen years and embark into the Young Adult years.

Our second gen heir, Niko Meza, has spread begun his solo journey into a new world, a new city— the city that never sleeps, San Myshuno.

With his handsome savings, partly from his streaming gig and partly from his parents diligently saving for the kids, he’s got a good foundation to work with, but if he’s not careful, the funds can run out quick.

Niko will be commuting from the city to his university campus so once he gets settled in, he’ll be putting out an ad for a roommate. Londyn wanted to advise against living off campus, but she trusts his judgment. She wants him to have a chance to explore and learn about himself— like she did.

Once she graduated university she traveled and settled into a humble one-bedroom shack with her ex-boyfriend, Kody Edge. And when things went south, though brokenhearted, she eventually crossed paths with Ronen on a trip to San Myshuno. So, instead of trying to convince him, she reminded him that no matter what happens, he can always come home.

“Home…”, he thought.

Home hasn’t been what is once was, but there’s no doubt in his mind that his parents would be there to support him—together or separately. Knowing he could go back to Windenburg was the reassurance he needed though he really hoped he wouldn’t need to move back.

With reality sinking in, there’s a deep urge within him now to find a new meaning to love and companionship through his connection with his girlfriend, Fatima. With his parents officially divorced, he’s questioning what it even means to be in relationship with someone.

So many adventures await Niko in the bustling city…

He can’t wait to have Fatima come out and put her fashionista touch. Luckily, she’ll be in town soon for her interview with Smougue!

[lunarfleur]

Hii!! Congratulations on your 1.2k followers!! Can I please request an asahi azumane x reader with the prompt "kissing the top of their forehead"? She/her pronouns.

Thank you so much if you write it! Have a great day 🩷

Agitation ~ Asahi Azumane

Warnings: None!

She/her pronouns!

You watched as your boyfriend held his ice pack against his knee.

It doesn’t hurt that bad, he had said. Daichi made him sit during practice anyways.

“We can’t risk it getting worse, Asahi, we need you,” Daichi had told him before ordering him to go home and ice it.

You pursed your lips. Asahi was annoyed.

You walked over to where he sat on the edge of his bed. He rubbed face in attempt to soothe his agitation. You approached him gently, sitting on his other thigh.

He stared at you, almost pouting. His hand found the curve of your waist. Asahi’s grip was tighter than normal.

Scratching the back of his head, you spoke to him quietly.

“He only wants you to take care of yourself.”

“I know.”

“And it’s only temporary.”

“I know.”

In the normal Asahi fashion, he was afraid of dragging the team down. You knew that all too well. He was agitated with his own body.

Your boyfriend tipped his head back to lean into your touch. His tense shoulders seemed to relax as your nails scratched at his scalp. His long hair, not in its usual bun, fell down your wrist. He sighed in relief. Standing up, your hands found the sides of his face. He stared up at you with big curious eyes.

Smiling, you placed a short and soft kiss to his forehead. You ran your hand through his hair one last time.

“You’ll be back soon enough.”

Asahi smiled back at you, cheeks pink.

“I know. Thanks.”

[liam-summers]

BtVS 2.10 ⇋ AtS 1.08

Bonus:

[mashmouths]

so i started this show and it just gets worse and worseeeee not only did it lift the romance subplot directly from twilight (and not well) but they also are trying to play the forbidden love angle hard in the fantasy racism vein except it's a "cross-species" relationship between the two whitest people i've ever seen in my life and there are three people of color in the whole (first season of the) show who aren't villains and it seems that every other episode (and sometimes ebery episode and sometimes twice an episode!) there is a man physically or magically subjugating a woman and i keep waiting for the big reveal at the end to be stolen from fucking rainbow rowell

[h20milk]

it was lightly raining all the trains shuttled out on Concourse all the dogs seemed to call her name.

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[teddybeartoji]

going to the beach with toji and kids for the first time ever. it's only the beginning of your relationship, it's all kind of new – toji doesn't know what's about to hit him. sure, he's seen you with megumi and tsumiki before, but this? this is something else.

not only is his heart doing flips at the sight of the big smiles and the loud bursts of laughter you're managing to pull out of his kids, you're also wearing a fucking bikini. he hasn't seen this much of you before – the furthest you've gone during the late hours of the nights are steamy, handsy makeouts. he did take your shirt off the last time he had you below him but then you were interrupted by the little spiky haired boy, sniffling about a bad dream. after grabbing a blanket to cover you up, toji rested his forehead against your warm skin, grumbling something under his breath before looking up at you with soft eyes. you weren't mad – quite the opposite; you ruffled his hair and cradled his face, a gentle smile splayed on your lips. you pressed a haste kiss to his nose and then ushered him off of you, whispering something about his adorable son. toji scoffed. and smiled to himself.

the bikini. is killing him. he doesn't know what to do with himself. the scene playing in front of him is heart-warming and he should only be thinking about that, but how can he? the material is barely covering anything and you just look so... fucking good.

sitting in the shade, toji let's his head loll back, his eyes closing as he rests his hand over his face with a groan. he can't do it anymore. he's doing brain exercises to not pop the hardest boner of his life and you are not making it any easier when you keep giving him the prettiest smiles. you're happy, the kids are happy – everything should be good, but no – here he is, suffering because his parter looks fucking amazing. the fact that this is even a problem is mind-baffling to him. he is a strong man, no person is going to get to him just by being beauti—

"could you pass me the water, please?"

you're out to get him, he's sure of it.

toji peeks from under his hand and he's immediately blinded by a devil in disguise. the sun shines from behind you like a halo and the grin on your lips reaches behind your ears. sweat coats your skin and it makes toji's mouth salivate. what the fuck are you doing to him? hands on your hips, you stare down at your boyfriend and you give him another second to collect himself before quirking up a brow.

"toji?" you sound like a siren, you're pulling him in with your silky smooth tone. "the water, please?"

the corners of your eyes crinkle as you smile and toji has never moved faster in his entire life. "right."

he reaches for the bottle in the cooler beside him and gives it to you while making sure to look at you in the eyes and nowhere else. it's unbelievably hard – especially when the water starts trickling from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. toji gulps before turning to look at his kids instead. gumi's brows are furrowed as he's building his sandcastle while miki is busy building hers. toji cracks a grin.

"they're so– fucking cute." you whisper when you curse, a playful smile on your lips as you gush about the kids.

you love them so much already and you're glad that they seem to be liking you a lot too. that makes toji very happy; when the kids ask about you when they haven't seen you in a few days, when you do the same – he knows you really might be the one. it's a big thing to say, to even think, but he can't help it. it simply seems... right.

the water bottle hangs in front of his face and he's pulled away from his thoughts again. he goes to grab it and when he does, your free hand reaches out to him. warm finger wrap around his wrist and he melts at the soft, gentle touch. "come play with us."

a groan bubbles from his throat but it couldn't be any further from an annoyed one – you're sweet and you're excited, you're pretty and you're patient; you always welcome him and the kids with open arms and a bright smile. she would've loved you.

he throws the bottle aside and wraps his own hand around your own. "ya wanna play or the kids wanna play?"

his raspy voice and the stupidly handsome smirk he gives you make butterflies bloom and dance in your stomach. he makes you giddy, he makes you happy.

"i wanna play." you tug at him. "and the kids wanna play."

he can't say no to his little blessings and he can't say no to you. maybe running around will help clear his mind from the mischievious thoughts in his head. he doubts it, but he's needs to try.

in one swift move, he pulls your hand to his mouth while pretending to bite you and his eyes fucking twinkle when he sees your cute surprised expression and hears your little gasp. there's a moment, a second of the most comfortable silence before the corners of your lips twitch and you yank away from his hold, booking it towards gumi and miki with a loud cackle as toji pushes off the chair and takes off after you with fast steps.

your cheeks hurt from laughing as you watch toji catch megumi; he lifts gumi up with just one hand while tsumiki tries to poke her dad in the ribs in order for him to let boy go. when he finally lets the kids go... you feel his eyes on you. adrenaline pumps in your veins and you feel like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. you can't stop grinning. he can't either. a pair of arms wrap around your middle and your feet are being lifted up above the ground before you can even react.

while the kids are doubled over, running and stumbling over their own feet, toji growls in your ear. "gotcha."

you will take the next step today. no snotty kid of his will cockblock him again – they will be tired from the day and you will be all his to take care of. he'll show you his appreciation for being so good to him and the kids, for being so kind. and so... fucking hot.

he presses a kiss to your jaw but cringes when gumi and miki dramatically scream 'ew' at him. you feel him getting even warmer, his cheeks heating up and you try to save him by shooing the kids with a laugh. toji is grateful. he's happy that you're here.

[lilislegacy]

this is my roman empire. and after all these years, i finally have to say something.

GRUNT-WHIMPER??? GRUNT-WHIMPER!!!!???

ANNABETH GIRL ARE YOU OKAY??

forget her just standing there gasping for air. forget her very audible sigh. forget the fact that annabeth initiates 80% of their kisses and literally has to restrain herself from kissing him in front of all of New Rome in MoA. i could go on and on about how many times percy calls her beautiful and attractive (let’s not forget how his heart races and his skin tingles at her touch) and all his boyfriend-ly thoughts about her, but lets focus on annabeth for a sec. BECAUSE ANNABETH CHASE IS GRUNT-WHIMPERING??

our girl was feeling ALL the things in this scene. she’s so weak in the knees for him that she can’t even hide it in front of piper. also percy must be a fantastic kisser? BECAUSE GRUNT-WHIMPER??

do not EVER tell me percy and annabeth don’t have romantic feelings for each other. do not EVER tell me it’s purely platonic. if you’re someone who thinks “nah i can’t see them getting married and having kids cause i don’t think they feel that way about each other” you clearly did not read about the grunt-whimper (well, you can hc whatever you want. i respect all opinions. but i do think you need to re-consider and account for the grunt-whimper)

BECAUSE GRUNT-WHIMPER?? ONE GOOD KISS FROM PERCY IS MAKING ANNABETH CHASE GRUNT-WHIMPER?? IS THAT RICK’S “CHILD-APPROPRIATE” WAY OF SAYING SHE MOANED?? HE SHOULD HAVE JUST SAID SHE MOANED. GRUNT-WHIMPER IS SO MUCH WORSE. THAT GOES SO FAR BEYOND A MOAN. A MOAN IS TAME COMPARED TO A GRUNT-WHIMPER.

GUYS I-