#this was such a wonderful thing to wake up to!!!

[skeltnwrites]

Break the Bed In— ⋆₊˚⌂

The first morning in your new home is slow and soft, spent tangled up in bed with Steve.

mdni 18+ fem/afab reader, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), switch!steve/reader, the fluffiest sweetest smut you'll ever read | 4k

a/n: this is dedicated to all my single ladies. happy valentine’s day you freaks! coincidentally i also moved houses yesterday so this feels extra fitting

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You wake well-rested; like every inch of you was unraveled and woven back together while you dreamt. Your wrist hangs off the side of the mattress, fingernails brushing the carpet. Your bed frame is a heap of wooden slats across the room, as is most of the furniture currently in your house. 

Steve’s arm is warm under your neck, his breath a steady string behind you. You flip over, your ear landing in the crease of his elbow. 

He’s softer in sleep. Cheek squished to his shoulder, lips pressed to a pout. He’s boyish in a lot of ways still, but growing less so the longer you know him. He’s got stubble and sun spots and smile lines. And you love each of those things, swearing he’s getting more and more handsome with them every day. Blame it on the lingering moving high but today the feeling triples. 

There’s a unique kind of joy in buying your first home together. It’s perpetual surprise, popping up in the most mundane of moments. It’s picking taupe over eggshell for the living room and it’s paying extra for matching key designs and it’s waking up beside your favorite person on a mattress on the floor. 

You stamp your lips into his skin in good morning, and again because it’s a satisfying warmth on your mouth. He smells sweet, like your new body wash since he couldn’t find his last night. You decide you like the scent on his skin better than yours. 

The quiet is strange but the farthest thing from unwelcome. No neighbors or roommates or parents to wake to. Just the soft hush of rain against the roof and the swish of your ankles underneath the blankets. 

Your fingers chase the hair from Steve’s eye socket, your thumb perching behind his ear. His pupils shift under his eyelids and he sighs the softest little sound you’ve ever heard. 

It’s cruel to wake him, certainly. He did most of the heavy lifting yesterday and was up organizing later than you were. But you’re feeling especially selfish this morning, tickling him awake with a swarm of several more arm kisses. 

There are worse things to wake up to, you reason with yourself as Steve hums, his fingers curling against the sheet. He’s quiet for a long beat and you decide maybe it's better to let him rest. 

But his lips part and he rasps out, “Mornin’.” 

“Mornin’,” you parrot. Your grin is immediate, spanning ear to ear with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. 

He smushes your face to his bare collar, the heel of his free hand climbing up his cheek. 

You turn to watch his eyes unstick themselves of sleep and continue to wonder how you got so lucky. You press another kiss to his chin. Another to the coarse thatch of hair on his chest. Another to his shoulder. You just can’t help yourself today. 

“It’s so quiet,” he murmurs, hand crawling under your shirt in a long splay up your spine. 

You beam, weaving a leg under his heavy one. “I know.” 

“We have a house.” 

“I know.” You sound as excited as you can be without yelling. 

He hums, the corners of his smile creeping wider, a hand steady on your back. 

Your finger twists a curl at his nape idly. “What’re you thinking?” 

Steve’s gaze flickers from the ceiling to you, eyes like old pennies under the clouds coloring your room a gloomy shade of gray. “Nothin’,” he whispers, lips skimming the corner crease of your eye. “Just happy.” 

You hum, one part agreement, two parts delight. “Can we get a dog now?” 

He huffs out a chuckle, vibrating the place where your chests kiss. “I can’t believe it took you this long to ask.” 

“‘Cause you always say no.” 

“‘Cause it didn’t make sense before.”

“So, we can?” 

He has a hard time pretending to hate the look you show him. Your jutted lip and raised brows show no mercy. He wants to say yes, of course he does, but he’s not as impulsive as he used to be. He’s a homeowner. His responsibilities extend beyond just himself now. 

“Can we unpack the house first? Then we’ll talk about it.”

You flick his collarbone. “Excuses. Excuses.” 

If there’s a fond way to roll your eyes at someone, he’s figured out how to do it. Steve knows you’re all drama. And he knows you’re over the moon with or without the promise of a dog. 

You bend out of his embrace and regret sitting the second you’re up. Your back aches twice its weight, muscles sore with yesterday's labor. 

But Steve relishes his view. You're in nothing but underwear and one of his shirts, the dip of your lower back exposed where the hem has scrunched up. He might buy you new pajamas if he thought you’d actually wear them or if he didn’t adore just how lovely his clothes look on you. 

And he doesn’t give you a chance to ask, his fingers automatically massaging a path up your aching shoulder. You squirm but you love it. You kiss his hand in thank you and carry it around your waist to play with. 

“Don’t get up,” he says. Pleads, practically.

You face him. “But we have sooo much to unpack.” 

“It can wait,” he argues. He steals your entwined hands for a persuasive set of kisses. One to each knuckle and then a flurry up your arm. And his hands are an equally convincing force, coercing you right back onto his chest. 

You’re putty, melting into his hot hands like candle wax. You throw a leg over his waist and settle down in a more comfortable straddle. The possibility of you falling back asleep jumps an alarming percentage. 

You bolster your chin on his sternum and meet his eyes. “But I really want that dog.” 

“More than me?” 

You hum debatably into his puckered lips.

He smiles hard and forgets about kissing you, pinching your side until you yelp. Your giggles spill through twin smiles, overlapping each other in layers. “Might have to put the house back on the market if you keep being so mean to me," he says.

“I’ll be nicer if we go look at the shelter today.” 

“Mm. Not letting this go are we?” 

You shake your head.

He pecks the corner of your mouth. “We’ll go–”

You see the shift in his expression before he even says anything. Your eyebrows jump in excitement. 

“If,” he tacks on quickly, “we finish downstairs today. Hmm?” 

“Mhmm. Easy.” 

“Easy,” he repeats. But not one lick of him believes you. It wasn’t easy carrying so many of your boxes yesterday and it certainly wasn’t easy getting you to pack everything up in the first place. 

But ultimately he’s amused. And he thinks you’re especially pretty when you’re confident. So Steve kisses you like he has something to prove. 

He gropes the swell of your ass mid-kiss and while it’s not unusual for him to do so playfully, you can’t perceive it in any way innocent when you’re pressed up against his morning wood. 

“Steve,” you scold lightly. 

He hums against your mouth, a faux sound of innocence. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

You break apart with a wet smack. “Gotta unpack.”

“Have all day,” he says, words all smushed together so he can sew his lips right back to yours. 

“Mm-mmm.” You turn your cheek, but the hands on your waist don’t let you go far. “‘S, like, ten-thirty already.” 

He works a slow line past your jaw, spending extra time on the sensitive skin around your throat. Devious. 

“Steve.” 

“Hmm?” 

You push off his chest until you're sitting upright on his thighs.

His heart tick tick ticks under the flat of your palm. His pupils are wide, mouth kiss-bruised a bright shade of red. He’s so, so dreamy, all flushed and starry-eyed like this. He’s got you wrapped around his finger just as much as you’ve strung him with yours.  

You sigh. “Why do I let you win?” 

He smirks that stupid victorious smirk you love so much. “‘Cause you love me.”

“You’re so annoying.” 

“Me?” he laughs. 

“Mhmm. And a hypocrite.” 

The hand clasping your hip pressures you back down, the other cradling one side of your jaw. “A hypocrite?” he whispers. 

“Mhmm.” 

He fills the tiny space between you, half-lidded and heavy-handed in a fervent kiss. He’s not rough but he is eager. Open-mouthed and persistent like he’s trying to weld his face to yours. 

You meet him with the same intensity. It’s instinctual. The push-pull of your bodies, like you’re more one entity than two. You’ve been dating Steve long enough to know what he likes and what he doesn’t. You’ve made out more times than you can count. And he’s a simple man. You’ve got him hard, properly hard, in a matter of minutes. 

His bottom lip is pinned between your teeth, your chests rising and falling in sync. You grind back on his crotch and his breath hitches. 

“Ahh,” he pants. “Can I…” 

You don’t know what he’s trying to ask but you nod anyway. It’s not hard to piece together, though; not when he’s fisting the fabric of your shirt like it’s causing him physical pain to see you wear it. 

You help him hitch it up your back and down your arms to be tossed out of the way. Steve quickly stops you from lying back down. His large palms spread wide against your tummy, thumbs kneading either side of your belly button. He roves up your ribs attentively, studying how your skin pulls and dips beneath his fingers. 

You swear you feel him down to the divots in his fingerprints, the slow speed of his hands tantalizing. 

His thumbs pause at your breastbone, sweeping up and around your nipples as if he’s never played with them before. They perk up easily, to Steve's obvious enjoyment. 

He’s told you a thousand times how pretty you are, naked and not. And he doesn’t have to say it now for you to know he’s thinking it. 

He stares at your chest, your tummy, the soft stretch of your thighs, each like they’ve been carved from marble, destined to end up behind a glass at some museum he’s never been to. 

You get shy eventually, needling past his hold to hide in the slope of his neck. Your mouth peppers lazy kisses where it can reach. Soft ones, not nearly as greedy as before. You work your way up, suckling long enough to leave a couple of red rings in your wake. 

Steve's hips shift under yours as you arrive back at his mouth. He’s getting antsy, the finger fidgeting with the hem of your panties no longer satisfied. So maybe you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are when he holds your hips down and bucks up into your clothed cunt. 

Your jaw slackens, a broken moan dampened against his mouth. 

“Can be loud ‘s you want now,” he assures. His hands roam, around your ass and back up your sides. Soothing, but so feather-light you shudder. 

“Still have neighbors.” 

He hums in half agreement. Yes, you have neighbors, but their bedroom wall isn’t attached to yours. He imagines you’d have to scream bloody murder for the neighbors to hear you here. 

You slink back up to sit and Steve’s fingers fall to your hips. Your pelvis rolls into his. Again when he shudders. 

“Shit,” he sighs. 

“Feel good?”

His eyes disappear behind his lashes, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. “Mhmm.” 

You continue to work him through his briefs, a slow back and forth forming a hot puddle between your own legs. With one hand propped against his sternum, you force your eyes over to the stacks upon stacks of moving boxes in the room. 

“Condoms… condoms.” 

Steve almost misses your mumbling– and to his credit, you’re talking more to yourself than him– but he blinks out of his daze and sighs vaguely at the nearest box. “Fuck. Bathroom, maybe.” 

Not ideal. 

“Think I have one in my purse,” you remember, swaying heavily to the side to scan the floor beside the mattress. 

Steve’s hands fly to your waist to balance you as he huffs. “You mean your bottomless pit?” 

“Don’t shame me. It comes in handy.” The bottomless pit in question is spotted, half buried under yesterday’s clothes across the room. “One sec’.”

Steve grumbles as you climb off of him. But his heart turns in his chest as you saunter off. His love for you is always there. It’s the shape of you as you crouch, how you tip your purse upside down and fan the contents out across the floor with a hum. 

“Aha.” You pop up, waving a glossy, square packet as you skip your way back. “My trusty bottomless pit saves the day.”

You clamber back on top of him clumsily, planting yourself in his lap like he’s no more fragile than the kitchen barstool. 

Steve groans under his breath. You’ve got him really wound up and his patience is thinning. 

Your hips roll into his again, the curve of his cock a strong silhouette through two sticky layers of fabric. You scoot back on his thighs and palm him with modest pressure. 

“Babe,” he shudders, thumbs pawing the sides of your underwear again. “Please.” 

“So impatient,” you tease. 

You watch him intently. How his nostrils flare the second you break the seal between his hot skin and the band of his underwear. How his eyebrows crinkle together as you push the cotton down his thighs. 

His cock bobs free before you take it gently by the base. Steve’s not just a pretty face, and he’s not cocky for no reason. He’s well-endowed, a dusty shade of pink blended tan into the dark curls at his hilt. 

“Fuck, baby.” 

He shifts his gaze past you because he’s certain if you make eye contact with him this’ll be the shortest sex of his life. And even the half-blurry blob of you in his peripherals is still too fucking enticing. He forces his eyes up at the popcorn ceiling and traces the shapes in his mind. 

You spread the pearl of precum down a vein on the side of his cock, using the slip to tug him a handful of times. The slick dissolves, and your hand catches twice before you’re getting ready to spit in it.  

But Steve whines, “Need to feel you.” 

Your hand stops but the pad of your pinky trails a sneaky line from tip to base. “My hands not enough for you, Stevie?” 

“Not gonna– mm– last.” 

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” 

You mean it rhetorically but he quickly shakes his head no. You forget how much you enjoy being in charge until you have Steve squirming under you. 

You stabilize yourself on his chest, hiking one leg up at a time until you’re underwear have been flung to the floor. The slick between your folds is more palpable as you sit back on his thighs, hot skin to hot skin. 

His eyelids flutter closed as you roll the condom on. He’s flushed up to his ears, breath nimble off his open mouth. 

“Ready?” 

He nods like you’ve asked something outrageously silly. 

You guide the head of his cock up to your folds, sinking down in one tedious stride. It’s a good kind of ache, scratching the deepest part of your tummy. 

His hips jerk involuntarily as you release your full weight onto them, his nails leaving crescents on your skin. “‘M not gonna last,” he warns again. 

“I’ll go slow.” 

It’s not much consolation. No matter what you do to him, he’s not gonna last. You’re too damn irresistible for your own good. 

You rock your hips forward and back in a continuous cycle. The pace is indulgent, just slow enough to make things last. Your eyes unfocus, your head tipping back. Every drag squeezes the coil in your stomach tighter. 

Steve’s eyes flick to yours, his voice wavering as he mumbles, “Tease me too much.”

“I do?”

“Mhmm.”

You smile softly at him and his eyes jump away. He’s drawing loopy patterns into the meat of your thigh to distract himself. And it doesn’t help when you cover his hand and sweep your thumb across every digit. He’s so focused on not blowing his load that he can’t even speak. 

You pause your rhythm and hum to yourself before continuing. “Know what I just realized.”

“Hmm?”

“Forgot the shower curtain.”

Steve exhales hard, words sticking to his teeth.“We’ll get a new one.” 

“I really liked that one.”

He can’t think straight long enough to tell if you’re purposely trying to distract him or not and he doesn’t care all that much either way. He just needs you to be the same level of fucked that he is. 

His hand trembles over to your pubic bone, thumb snaking right up to your clit. 

You nod as he presses. Right there. 

He rubs slow circles, a spark of pleasure each time he closes a loop. 

“Fuck,” you drawl simultaneously. 

You laugh, blissfully unaware as your muscles clamp around his cock. 

But Steve’s fingers pause on your clit, his other hand tense at your hip. “Don’t,” he shudders out. 

You close your mouth, a soft little apology grin that sends Steve’s stomach flipping. He’s so fucking in love it’s not even funny. 

“Sit on my face.”

You hum, so high on cloud nine you’re sure you’ve misheard him. 

“Let me taste you.”

Your breath stutters. He’s serious. 

“Come here,” he’s pushing you up and off him before you have much of a chance to process it. “Wanna make you feel good.” 

Your cheeks burn a hot shade of embarrassment, your tongue suddenly too heavy in your mouth. You wriggle up his body, guided by the relentless hands on the backs of your thighs. Steve’s eaten you out, but not like this. 

“Steve,” you manage. 

“What?” He knows you better than he’s known anyone in his life. He feels your shaking and he hears the rampant doubts coursing your mind. “I want to,” he promises, pressing a long, love-packed kiss to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. 

You’re unconvinced. You’re certain you’ll break his face the second you sit down. You’ll be so mortified you’ll have to break up with him if he doesn’t first. You’ll have to sell the house before you’ve even unpacked–

“Please?”

He’s not trying to be pushy or even funny as he bats his eyes. He just so genuinely craves to see you unravel in the same way you’ve spun him around. And yeah, he has a sweet set of brown eyes. Sue him. He loves you too much to look at you with any less adoration. 

You nod emphatically. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve been this nervous about sex with Steve, but you’ve learned just about everything there is to know about him since. You trust him in every capacity, especially in bed.   

He nips his way up your thigh, pulling you lower and lower until his breath is hot on your cunt. Steve licks a wide stripe up to your clit, sucking before swirling his tongue around the sensitive hood. And then his mouth starts lapping you like you’re his last meal. 

Your fist jerks, fingers knotted through the hair on his scalp, and he moans. You don’t hear it over the wet smacking as much as you feel it, the vibrations sending pleasure through you like a pulse. 

His tongue drives you to a mess. He’d push you completely over the edge if you didn’t stop him.

“Okay, okay,” you gasp, pushing up onto your knees. “We’re even.” 

He smirks and strokes down the backs of your calves. “Are we competing?” 

“You seem to think so.” 

He shimmies to a sit with an arm around your waist and bestows you with a fleeting kiss, lips washed with the taste of your juices. “Lay down.”

How the fuck could you say no to such a pretty face? 

You scooch down, face up on the sheets. Steve parts you by the ankles and crawls up your body, planting kisses like seeds. His teeth graze the inside of your wrist before he stretches it up and flat against the mattress above your head. 

Your fingers thread through his, his other hand steadying his cock at your entrance. He swipes the head up and down your wet folds before sliding in with a groan. There’s less resistance this time, a fluid in and out to his hips. 

His thrusts are languid. He indulges more closely in the taste of your mouth and the balmy feel of your waist. 

The winding in your tummy resumes, your fingers naturally finding your clit while Steve rocks into you. A heavier thrust and your lips detach, Steve’s rehoming to the skin beneath your jaw. He picks up his pace, puffing and panting into your neck in short bursts. 

Your legs wrap around his, the heel of your foot digging into his lower back. “Mm– Steve.”

“Yeah?” he huffs. 

“Mhmm.”

If the sounds you’re making are anything to go by, Steve thinks he’s doing a pretty good job. And you know he’s just as close to cumming. You know his little sounds and twisty little expressions like the back of your hand. How his stomach tenses and his breath catches. 

You burn the entirety of this to your brain, rubbing yourself faster, more in time with his movements. 

“‘M close,” he says, desperate and hopeful that you are too. 

You nod, focused on the high climbing higher each second. 

His hips stutter when you clench around him. The coil releases and you come undone simultaneously. 

“Fuck, ah– fuck,” he whines, sharp but breathy in your ear.  

Your fingers slow and his thrusts wane and the pleasure softens. Steve wobbles down onto you as gently as he can, taking your interlaced hand between your bodies. Your hearts kiss with each rise and fall of your chests. Steve mouths over the most accessible bit of skin under your ear, thumb sweeping the gentlest curves around your face. 

You exhale into his crown, raking a hand through the dark mop of curls damp at his nape. Your other eases down his back, savoring the contraction of his muscles as he breathes. You travel down the curve of his ass and give him a firm squeeze. “How’s your ass? Still sore?” 

He huffs at you, nose crushed to your neck. “I fall down one flight of stairs and I never hear the end of it.” 

“I told you to be careful.” 

“I was being– whatever.” His thumb continues to caress your jaw, his lips idle on your neck. 

This is Steve’s favorite part of sex. To hold and to be held, easing off a high that’s miles better than a good smoke. There’s nothing greater. 

“Should I check for bruises?” 

“If you kiss ‘em better.” 

Your chest aches with the sweet swell of laughter. Steve’s your person. You realize it time and time again. 

He peels himself off like you're double-sided tape. His hair’s still crazy despite your finger-combing and his eyes are just as heavy as they were when he woke up. He slides out of you with a hiss, sitting back to knot the condom and toss it toward a pile of bubble wrap. 

He looks back at you fondly. “Shower?” 

You shake your head. “Just lay with me.” 

“Downstairs isn’t gonna unpack itself, you know.”

“Shut up.” You palm his chest until he lays and you throw an arm across his middle. “This was your evil plan all along.” 

He chuckles, taking your hand to massage between both of his. “I’m just the worst aren’t I?” 

[seungfl0wer]

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Pairing: OT8!Vampires x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Polly, Multiple Rounds/Orgasms/Creampies, Biting, Mentions of Blood, Face fucking, Oral(Both), Double P, Light Degrading, Praise, uhm I think that’s it? Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings

A/N: oh boy is this long. This is basically a one shot. So I hope you enjoy the little Valentine’s Day treat!

-❤️

Today was Valentine’s Day, the day of love. The day where everything was about cute mushy things. Bleh. You didn’t care too much for the so called holiday however your boyfriends did. They always loved spoiling you and today they could do even more.

They have lived long enough to know some of the best ideas. However for you, they always liked going over the top. Living in a world run but monsters it wasn’t super often that they’d find a human. Nor was it even heard of that they’d ever fall in love again. Living as long as they have they’ve seen love come and go and all swore off of dating all together. That is until little ol you came to them. Car braking down by their house as it rained. You didn’t even get out to ask for help just sat there until they ended up seeing your car.

Chan brought you in offering you a place to stay while they got your car fixed. One thing lead to another and you’ve been with them for a few years now. At first it was more of a roommate situation until you found your way into their hearts one by one. The little things you did for them, or the things you’d say. You really just had them all wrapped around your finger. They never even drank from you, opting to go to blood banks for their supplies. A few slip ups here and there but they were more concerned about your well being than getting a meal.

When you woke up this morning, greeted by the smell of breakfast you were met by a sleepy Jisung curled around you. Minho had knocked on your door bringing you breakfast in bed. “Good morning beautiful, I hope you slept well.” He said smiling at you fondly. He placed the food on a small table in-front of you, not before scooting you over so he could cuddle up to you. “Thank you! It looks so good” you replied.

“Shit I’ll be right back I forgot something” he groaned getting back up to grab whatever he had forgotten. In that time jisung had started to wake rubbing his eyes groggily. “Happy Valentine’s Day gorgeous” he said kissing your cheek. “You know the best way to start your day off right?” He said smiling.

“How?” You said back.

“Let me show you” he said as he moved his body down. He kissed your kissed your neck moving down to your collarbone. He kept going down until he was at your waist.

He kissed ever so sweetly against your hips his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. Before you could wrap your head around anything he was pushing your legs apart. Pulling down your panties as he kissed up your leg. He peppered you with more kisses, to your thighs, to your mound and finally to your clit. The sensation made you choke on the small bite of food you had in your mouth. “Ji-“ you whined out softly. He only smirked before licking slowly up your folds. His hands hooking your legs in place so he could get every angel. His wet tongue glided up and down your cunt, lapping at every spot. He nibbled at your clit before he finally pushed his tongue into your now soaked hole.

“Jisung you can’t even let her eat?” Minho said from the door with an annoyed chuckle.

“She can still eat” he snapped back.

Minho rolled his eyes making his way back to you. “His a little horn dog ain’t he?” Minho laughed. “But you are too aren’t you” he said leaning closer to your neck. He kissed it softly his pillowy lips warm against your skin. He cupped your face in one of his hands pulling you into a heated make out session while jisung continued the assault on your sensitive cunt.

Minhos tongue darted into your mouth lapping at your own tongue, swallowing any moans that dared to escape. His hand wondered down your body resting right about your clit. He gave your bottom lip a little nibble before his skilled fingers worked their magic on you. He knew how to get you off so quickly. He knew you like he knew how to breathe, It just came natural to him. He toyed with your clit as jisung messily ate you out. Your body arched off the bed only to be held back down in place with Jisungs strong arms.

“C-close” you said against Minhos lips feeling a powerful high ready to burst from you. Your legs clenched around Jisungs head as they shook.

“Cum for me love, let me taste you” jisung moaned against your cunt.

Minho had other plans though, he pushed down his pants maneuvering himself under you. “No beautiful, I want you to cum on my cock” he groaned.

Jisung didn’t even seem to care as Minho pushed himself into you. Sliding in with ease as to how wet you were. Jisung didn’t stop though, oh no. He started to suck harshly at your clit biting ever so softly. The feeling of being filled so quickly and Jisung ravaging your cunt made your body convulse. Cumming hard around Minhos cock. Jisung lapped at your folds as best as he could. Licking at every drop he could get. “God- need- need you” he moaned out his eyes glossed over as he looked down at you.

“You can take us both right love? Want us both to fuck you?” Minho said below you.

“Y-yes” you stuttered out still recovering from your high.

Jisung quickly rid himself of his pants, almost falling over in the process. He aligned himself to your entrance pushing in with Minhos cock. All three of you let out the most sinful moan at the feeling. They matched each other pace fucking into you in perfect rhythm like they have so many times before. You had a plan of yourself today. You wanted them all to mark you. To leave bite marks anywhere they wanted but you needed them all. Wanted them all.

“Ji- min-minho, I want- I want you both to bite me” you breathed out.

“What? Y/n you can’t say that sort of thing” Jisung whined.

“Please? All I want is for everyone to know I belong to you all. Please. Bite me. Taste every part of me-“ you almost cried.

Jisung was about to say something else before he watched as Minho bit down on your shoulder. The smell of your blood sending him into overdrive. They both were fucking into you deep, their cocks hitting your cervix with every thrust. “Minho!” You screamed as you felt the euphoric feeling of the bite. Minho lapped at the small amount of blood that trickled out before feeling his release drawing near. “Fuck- this is why we don’t feed from you- you just- ah- taste so good” he groaned against your skin.

Jisung leaned down kissing your lips messily before pulling away once more. “Are you positive?” He asked.

You quickly nodded “I’m- I’m so positive” you replied.

Jisung took your hand in his moving your arm to his lips before kissing gently. He let his fangs scrape against your skin before biting down gently. The taste of your blood was to much for him though because as soon as that sweet taste hit his lips. He was cumming, filling you full of his warm cum.

“Jisung- ah- shit- you ass I- fuck I’m cumming!” Minho moaned thrusting deeper into you before filling you just as jisung did. You let out a silent moan body shaking once more as you came again. Your arms flung around jisung pulling him to you as you all tried catching your breath. In the small silence moment your stomach started to rumble making the guys laugh.

“Good job Jisung, y/n’s hungry and it’s all your fault.” Minho teased.

“Sorry love, let’s get you cleaned up so you can finish breakfast yeah?” He said running to get a towel.

—

When you made your way to the kitchen you found Felix making you some of his delicious cookies. “There’s my beautiful angel, how’d you sleep?” He asked flashing you that bright smile.

“I slept well” you replied breathing in deeply “those smell so good” you said making your way behind him.

“They’re still hot so give them a few minutes to cool down ok?” He said.

“But what am I gonna do till then, sit here and drool?” You giggled.

“I mean I could think of something” Felix replied with a little smirk.

“And what’s that?”

With in seconds Felix had you pressed against the counter your loose shirt pushed up. He kissed your neck softly as he spoke “let me make you feel good hmm?” He said as he nibbled your ear. You nodded, pressing your ass back against his already hard cock. “Then I can have cookies” you giggled.

“Yes, then you can have cookies” he laughed.

Felix’s hand roamed up your body playing with your perky nipples as his other hand pushed down his pants. “I love you so much Angel, you have no idea” he said peppering your neck with soft kisses. He pulled back a bit as he saw the bite mark Minho had given you. “Who bit you Angel?” He asked.

“Minho and Jisung, I asked them too. Will you uhm- bite me to you?” You asked.

“We don’t-“ he started to say before you spoke again.

“I know, but I just want everyone to see who I belong to.. so please? Just a little bite?” You said turning your head to look at him.

“Fine.. anything you want angel” he said.

He slid his cock up and down your folds pressing his body against yours. “Anything you ever want I’ll give you” he breathed out before pushing himself into you. Your hands gripped the counter as he slowly moved. He was always so gentle, wanting to take his time with you. He moved a bit faster his free hand now wrapped around your waist pulling you as close as he could get you. He moved looking at your unmarked shoulder “are you sure?” He asked.

“Very- please Lix- bite me” you moaned out.

He hesitated but did as you asked sinking his teeth into your shoulder. The small amount of blood the came out made his eyes roll. His grip around your waist tightened as his speed picked up. He was fucking into you faster and faster. “Lix! Fuck-“ you cried.

“Angel- feel good- feels so good- and you- taste so fucking heavenly I can’t- fuck- fuck-“ he snapped his hips into you hard almost knocking the cookies off the counter. He came quickly, pumping all of him inside you as he let out a low groan against your skin.

The last powerful thrust accompanied by the feeling of his warm cum filling your walls pushed you over the edge. Cumming around his cock that was buried so deep inside you. “That- was hot” Felix said with a light chuckle. “It didn’t hurt did it?” He asked.

“No- felt- felt good” you stuttered. He slowly pulled out grabbing a cloth To clean you up with. He kissed you lovingly as he looked at the mark he had made. “I love you” he said smiling.

“And I love you” he smiled back at him. “Now it’s cookie time” you said making you both laugh.

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“That’s a dumb idea!” You heard from one of the room.

“She’s gonna love it just you watch” you heard another voice say.

You opened the door slowly peaking your head in. You saw Changbin and Seungmin huddled around something your curiosity getting the better of you. “What are you guys doing?” You asked making them both jump.

“Bunny!” Binnie said smiling. “Hey come here seungmin has a really dumb thing for you” he said laughing.

“It’s not dumb, you’re dumb” he said pouting. “It’s not ready yet but, it will be soon!” He said moving so you could see.

It was a long box that was weirdly shaped with some sort of white foam in it? “What is it?” You asked.

“He made you a dick mold” Changbin blurted out.

“What?” You said confused.

“I made a mold of my dick, and I’m letting the silicone dry now. You can use it when we are away.” He said with a smirk.

“So you made me a dildo of your cock?” You said with a laugh.

“See it’s dumb” Changbin said crossing his arms.

“No no I didn’t say it was dumb it’s just funny.” You replied. “You’re not away now though, so.. I can just use the real thing right?” You said with a smirk.

“Yes! Yes you can! Right now?” He said with wide eyes pulling you towards the bed.

“Wow slow down there puppy” you said teasingly.

But he didn’t wanna hear it. He pushed your body down against the bed. Quickly straddling you before leaning down to kiss you. “Hey that’s not fair I’m here too!” Changbin said making his way over to you two.

“Hey you said my idea was dumb! See where it got me” Seungmin teased. Changbin rolled his eyes before hooking his arms around seungmins waist hosting him off of you. He quickly took his place leaning down to kiss you just like Seungmin did.

“Ass! She’s mine!” Seungmin growled trying to push Changbin from you, but to no avail.

“Gentleman please, don’t fight over little ol me. You can share” you said with a smile.

Seungmin grumbled as he moved behind you, pulling your body to him. Your back resting on his chest. He kissed your neck, Changbin quickly going to take your panties off. “No panties?” He said with a smirk.

“Felix took them off earlier” you said with a chuckle.

“Yeah? One of these marks are from him? And the other two?” Seungmin asked his finger tracing over the bite marks on your shoulder.

“Yes, that’s what I want today. I want you all to mark me.” You said.

“Yeah? Bunny wants to show the world who she belongs to hmm? Seungmins not a nice biter though” he teased.

“He’s right for once. Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yeees.” You said.

Changbin let his hand run up your legs, his fingers finding your clit. Your body jumped at the feeling. Your clit already sensitive from the morning. Seungmin chuckled against your skin as he kissed your neck. “Lift your hips for me” he asked. And you did just that lifting your hips up as he aligned himself to your entrance. “Gonna let us ruin this perfect pussy?” He said as he moved his tip up and down your folds

“Y-yes- fuck yes please” you whined.

“Such a needy little bunny” Changbin said with a smirk.

Seungmin grabbed ahold your hips pulling you down onto his cock. “Fuck I’ll never get tired of the feeling of being inside you- so- so fucking warm” he groaned.

“My pretty bunny, open that mouth for me yeah? Let me use it” Changbin said now standing beside you cock in hand. You nodded opening your mouth as he asked. He slowly glided the head into your mouth head falling back at the feeling. You took him in and out as seungmin fucked into you fast.

Seungmin grabbed ahold of your head “come on love, you can suck him off better than that.” He growled pushing your head further down Changbins length. “Shit- ah- fuck bunny-“ changbin moaned out his hands coming up to stop seungmins movements. However you agree with Seungmin you could do better. You could be making him see stars. And you will. You bobbed your head faster taking all of his length into your mouth. His hands rested on your head, gripping onto your hair as if to ground himself.

Seungmin picked a spot to mark you, slightly above Minhos. Closer to your neck. He dug his teeth into you a bit harder than the rest making your eyes roll back. You were so close to coming just at that feeling. Seungmin lapped at the blood that pooled around the marks eyes blowing out at his grip on your hips tightened. His hand came down to toy with your clit giving it a harsh slap as he fucked into you like he hated you.

You were moaning loudly around Changbins cock the vibrations sending him into overdrive. He started to fuck into your mouth faster chasing after his own high. “Fucking hell you taste so fucking good” Seungmin hissed. His eyes caught a glimpse of Changbin who was barely holding back his release. He smirked at the thought that crossed his mind before grabbing your head once more. He pushed your head quickly, taking all of changbin back your throat.

Bins legs shook at the feeling cumming back your throat. He let out a low groan holding onto your hand tightly as his hot cum dripped down your throat. He glared down at the younger man before pulling away from your mouth. He kissed your lips softly, kissing down your body to your chest. He smirked biting down at the top of your breast. Your body shook once more from the pleasure not realizing how close your high was till now. You came hard around seungmins cock making him moan loudly.

“Fuck- fuck- love- ah-“ he moaned out before cumming deep inside you with a whine.

“You did that on purpose ass!” Seungmin whined loudly.

“Yeah well now we’re even.” He said. Before coming up to you to cup your face once more. “Are you ok bunny?” He asked grabbing you a glass of water he had. You nodded sipping on the drink. “Never- better” you chuckle.

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“Hey beautiful we are gonna go out for dinner later. I think innie has something he wants you to wear.” Chan said from the door of your room.

“Oooh I’ll go see him!” You said with a smile.

You made your way to his room Chan following behind you to see your reaction.

“Perfect y/n you’re here! I got this for you! I wanted to match for our dinner tonight.” He said with a smile.

“That’s so sweet” you said making your way to him to hug him. “Want me to try it on?” You said grabbing the cute outfit he had picked. He nodded eagerly.

They both watched as you undressed but something quickly caught Chans eyes. “Princess, who’s been biting you?” He said concerned.

“Oh! I asked them too! I really- uhm- well I really want you all to mark me! So I can show them off y’know?” You said becoming a bit shy at the way he was looking at you.

“I see.. and you still need a few huh?” He said a grin growing across his face.

You could only nod the feeling of his eyes making your heart do flips. “I guess it’s me and innies turn huh?” He said moving closer to you.

“I- I- uhm-“ you stuttered out.

“Princess use your words, tell me. Tell me how badly you want us to put those pretty marks on you.” He said his warm breath fanning against your neck.

“So- badly” you gulped.

“Let’s give Princess what she wants innie?” He said looking over at the boy who already had a tent growing in his pants at thought.

Jeongin hovered above you now, his free cock slowly sliding up and down your cunt as he kissed your chest. Chan stood beside you cock tapping on your tongue. “Open wide princess” he said with a smirk. He pushed his cock back your throat hitting the back almost instantly from his size. Jeongin continued to rut against your cunt moaning against your skin. His eyes met where changbin had marked making his head go fuzzy. He slipped into you accidentally making him moan loudly.

“Fuck- fuck- warm- so warm” he moaned against your skin. His hips moved back and forth sloppily. No rhythm just fucking into you desperately. Chans hand cupped your face as he slid his cock in and out of your mouth. “Gonna make innie cum already” he chuckled.

You glared up at him before twirling your tongue around his sensitive head. His hips bucked on their own a low groan slipping past his lips. “Fuck- Princess-“

Jeongins head was reeling he was close already but he wasn’t gonna cum just yet. No. He still needed to leave a mark on you. As he kissed your breast, tongue twirling around your sensitive nipples. He bit down, sinking his teeth around your breast making your body twitch in pleasure. The taste of your sweet blood met his tongue and he was gone. Fucking into you quicker his big hands gripping onto your waist leaving marks. “That’s it- fuck- take it- take all of me- gonna fill you- s’full” he cried.

His high hit him hard cumming inside you as his body shook. Your hands came up grabbing ahold of Chans balls, massaging them the way he loved. His eyes rolled back as you took control. Bobbing your head fast as you sucked the soul out of him. His hands reached out to grab ahold of your shoulders. Only giving you more purpose to keep going. Then you remembered something biting slightly down around his shaft. Enough he could feel it but not enough for it to hurt. With no warning to you or even him he was cumming quickly. Shooting his hot cum down your throat as his body shook just like jeongins.

Jeongin who was still slightly moving, moved hand down to play with your abused clit. He moved his pretty fingers fast. Chan pulling out of your mouth to finally let the moans fall. He gripped your neck pushing your head slightly to the side to dig his teeth finally into their spot. The mixture of the bite and jeongin had your body arching. Broken moans falling from your lips as you finally came.

Chan quickly went to get something to clean you up with coming back only to find you curled up with Jeongin in bed half asleep. He couldn’t help but smile “you got an hour before we have to leave” he said wiping you off. “Oh and by the way, that was evil. You know I like that to much” he said laughing.

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The dinner went great, you all sat down at a nice restaurant talking about memories and fun times you had spent with one another. When you finally got home later Hyunjin had a surprise for you. He led you to the bathroom where he had the tub full, flower peddles decorated the outside. Candles lit all around and slow soft music playing.

“I thought we could- just relax together.” He said smiling shyly at you.

“Hyune this is so sweet” you said pulling him into a kiss.

You two quickly got into the warm bath, Hyunjin pulling your body close to his. “I love you” he said kissing your neck.

“I love you too” he said sighing with content.

You both layed their in each other embrace relaxing as you listening to him breath. It was so calming. The sound of breathing was removed by the sounds of soft moans leaving his lips. He moved his hips up slowly his cock resting perfecting between your thighs and warm cunt.

“My love, can- I?” He asked breathily behind you.

“Please” you responded.

He moved his arms around you holding you tighter as he positioned himself better. Cock head resting at your entrance. “I still need one last mark for it to be complete” you said smiling.

“Don’t worry I have the perfect spot my love” he said before pushing in slowly.

The feeling of him finally sitting so snugly in you had your head floaty. The warm water accompanied by his warm presence was a lot already. He had just gotten inside you and you felt like you could cum already. He rocked his hips into you slowly at first only when he heard you moaning did he speed up. His hand caressed your body as he fucked go into you. His lips leaving sloppy kisses to your skin.

His hand wondered lower playing ever so softly with your clit. “My perfect angel” he said softly. “I’m gonna leave the perfect mark on you” he said and with that he was biting your neck. A bit further back from view but enough to see. The taste of your blood sent shockwaves through his body. Moaning at how tight you got from the bite. “My love, you look even more beautiful with all these marks” he groaned. “I can tell you like it” he whispered his hand moving faster over your clit.

“Feels good- you feel good” you moaned out.

“Yeah? Gonna cum with me?” He said turning your head to look at him.

“Close” you moaned.

He nodded as to say he was to before pulling you into a kiss. His thrust were becoming sloppier but somehow better.

He was hitting so deep inside you, just ready to pull your orgasm from you.

He moaned against your lips “I’m gonna-“ he choked out before cumming deep inside you. His arms gripped tightly around you trying to somehow pull you closer. He felt your body shake as you came with him keeping to your words from earlier. He kissed you lovingly once more holding you close to him. “I love you so much” he said sweetly.

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The night ended with everyone cuddled up in the huge makeshift bed they crafted. Watching tv as everyone relaxed for the night. “You know princes. Maybe it’s time we do the other thing you’ve always wanted?” Chan spoke.

“Really! You mean it!” You said excitedly.

“We all talked about it. And I think it’s time. If you still want to that is.” Chan said.

“Of course I still want to! That means I’ll be with you forever and ever!” You said feeling like you were about to cry.

They all smiled happily at your words. “Alright princess, tomorrow. We’ll do it. We have a whole plan” he said.

What a perfect way to end the day, knowing that tomorrow. Tomorrow they’d turn you like them and you’d live your life with them forever.

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A New Place | part five

Azriel x Archeron!Reader

Summary: A couple of weeks after your conversation with Azriel, your mind won’t let you sleep. what happens when the person on your mind can’t sleep either

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Angst, Fluff ? maybe?

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Eyes flutter open, blinking a few times to reorient yourself. Adjusting to the dark room. You turn your head towards the windows, dark. Still nighttime.

With a heavy sigh, you heave yourself out of bed. Waking up hasn’t been such a task since you were human. Living in that cabin—if you can call it that. Waking up back then was simpler.

But since you left your sisters and the rest of their family, you can’t bring yourself to care if you don't get out of bed ever again.

Pulling the covers off of you, sliding out of bed. Your feet meet the chilled floor while making your way blindly into the bathroom. Turning on a dim faelight.

Everything about your apartment is old, and worn down and you used to think it gave it character, made it unique. But as you look at the light you can’t help but wish it was the old cabin. Life was easier back then, no fae, no wars, no monsters, no evil kings or cauldrons, but most of all, you had your sisters. Of course you were all on the verge of starving or freezing to death. You don’t miss that.

Despite the fighting, you were all closer. Now everyone’s gone their separate ways and have their own families and partners. You don't have any of that. That thought breaks you from your reverie, turning to the mirror hanging above the sink. The edges are slightly rusted and the frame is a bit scratched.

Locking eyes with your reflection, you cringe. Dark shadows under your eyes, hair messy and frizzy as if you hadn’t brushed it in days, shoulders tense with undercurrents of your strained emotions. You look exactly how you feel. Tired.

Ignore it. A small voice in the back of your mind. You turn the tap and splash water on your face. There’s no going back to sleep so might as well do something.

Turning back and entering your bedroom, heading straight for your wardrobe. Putting on the first thing you grab. Staring in the mirror for a moment too long, you grimace once again at your reflection. How long had you looked a mess? Your friends would tell you if you didn’t look okay. Right?

With a heavy sigh, you exited your room. Passing the kitchen—you’re not feeling well, you’ll eat later, you tell yourself—and go straight to the front door, grabbing your coat as you glance at the clock on the wall by the door. 4:00 am, no wonder everything’s so quiet.

Without another thought, you slip out the door. You can’t be in that apartment for another moment. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you decide to clear your mind and go for a walk. Because walking down dark streets at 4:00 am is totally normal.

You miss the small shadow slipping under the door, following you. A second one going in the opposite direction, away from you.

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Meandering down the streets of The City of Starlight, your thoughts wander despite trying to clear your head.

Wandering to a certain shadow-wielding Illyrian. Your conversation had been two weeks ago now. You wanted to talk to him again. or at least just see him.

You huff. Where had that thought come from? I mean he was kind enough to go for a walk with you and listen to you rant.

But he hadn’t exactly offered to be the company you’d seek out, but you’ve been lonely. You’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive your family just yet. You want to, but you won’t reach out first. They need to put in the effort for once.

Surprisingly—or unsurprisingly you should think—there are a few fae still wandering the streets. Maybe they were in your position too. Can’t sleep, and might just need to clear their mind, and get some night-chilled air

The Court of Dreams. It honestly doesn’t feel like it. You don’t feel like you’re dreaming. Nor had any of your own dreams had come true. It felt more like a nightmare.

Alone. All because your family forgot your birthday. You think bitterly. But then again, the more you think about it, you find more reasons that had been chipping away at your patience with them. It just happened to explode into a huge freakout on your birthday. The last straw.

They probably thought you were being overdramatic. You kick a small stone on the ground in front of you at that.

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Tossing and turning, wings shifting uncomfortably, azriel grunts as he clenches his eyes shut. Trying to get some sleep for once, only for it to be just out of reach.

It’s like his mind was in overdrive—every thought shifting to another even more unwanted one—making him restless, which in time made his shadows restless. The main issue was that they weren’t telling him what was wrong. he doesn’t like that.

Finally, as his body relaxed and he was so close to falling asleep a new shadow joins the mix. Immediately slithering across his bed until it reached his ear. The information he received had him shooting up from where he had been lying down, and every last ounce of tiredness drained from his body.

She’s going for a walk. He glanced out his window. With how high the moon was in the sky he gathered that it was around four in the morning-

Why are you going for a walk at this time?

With a huff, knowing he won’t be able to sleep at all now, he pulls the blankets off him at the same time as sending a few more shadows to follow you, to make sure you’re okay and not in any danger of course.

Azriel hasn’t been able to get the conversation he had with you either. Well, it was more him listening as you spoke your mind, plus him apologising a few times and getting some of his thoughts out there. Or maybe it was just you in general. He can’t quite figure it out.

Now that he was out of bed he realized he didn’t actually know what he was planning to do with the situation. You’re going for a walk at four in the morning. You won’t want company. Besides, he already sent a few shadows. That should be fine.

The rest of Azriel’s shadows whirl around him, still agitated. Wanting him to do something, but still not telling him what. A long-suffering sigh leaves him, as he turns to look at his leathers, which are hanging over the back of the chair at his desk—thrown there after a long day—then back to the window.

He’s been staying in the townhouse since his last encounter with you, to make it easier for you if you want to seek him out and don’t want to see the rest of the family. Which you haven't. Why would you?

He also has a better view of the streets of Velaris from here. Which is why he sees a figure walk down the street, heading towards the sidra. Though he can’t see their face, he doesn’t need confirmation to know who it is. The posture, the way your shoes scuff when you walk while in thought, the way your hair falls with your head down.

Nevertheless, a shadow snakes up his arm, to his ear. Sad. Confused. Angry. Guilty. Lonely. The last word repeats over and over.

Azriel’s features contort into a frown. Watching as you disappear from view, having turned a corner. And without a second thought, he put on a change of clothes—deciding that if you do see him, his leathers possibly might make you uncomfortable, might think that there’s some kind of danger—opening up the balcony doors, stepping out and launching into the starry night sky. Following the direction you went, keeping a decent distance.

As he catches sight of you once again, slows down, descending to the ground. Landing as silent as he could for a massive Illyrian male.

Azriel steps into the shadows, trying to stay out of view and give you space.

He stands there feeling slightly awkward suddenly. Never has he felt that way about watching his family. Confused and caught off guard he misses the way his grip on his shadows loosens, most of which scramble their way over to you.

Already reaching your feet before he finally realizes, much to his horror. Frantically trying to yank them back to his own body.

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Your train of thought is interrupted by small shadows softly brushing against your ankles before, slinking up your legs and entwining with your fingers. A soft smile curves your lips, as a scuff sounds from behind you.

“Hi Az.” your voice is soft. Looking over your shoulder, at the same time as he steps out from his hiding place. And even though it’s dark and void of any street lamp where you are, the stars and moon light his face enough for you to see the pink tinge to his cheeks. The sight brings you far more enjoyment than it should.

“Sorry.” he mutters lowly, watching the shadows almost reluctantly untangle itself from your fingers and body, returning to their master. “They have a mind of their own sometimes.”

Your smile widens ever so slightly, “It’s okay,” turning back to your beautiful view of the sidra, shimmering like the stars above. “I like them. They’re good company.”

Azriel blinks a few times, dumbfounded by your admission. You like them and think they’re good company. Not many think so. A lot of people perceive them differently. Not inherently scary, but wouldn’t consider them good company.

After a long moment he gathers himself. “Would you-” he stops himself mid-sentence, mouth snapping shut before the full question is out. But rather than running in the other direction like he assumed you would, you turned to face him, “Yes, I would like company Azriel.” That certainly caught him off guard.

You aren’t quite sure where the confidence came from. Cheeks tinting pink, gaze darting back to the sparkling sapphire river. You don’t even know if he was going to say that.

Right as you prepare yourself to leave, utterly mortified, his dark figure enters your peripheral.

Shoulders still stiff from the previous embarrassment you look out the corner of your eye. Thanking the mother when you see that his attention is elsewhere.

Your gaze casts downward, suddenly feeling awkward, you clear your throat, causing the Shadowsinger's attention to shift back to you.

Shifting between your feet, turning your head slightly to glance at him, “Uh…” Unsure.

You watch a shadow crawl around from his shoulder to his ear. a twitch between his brows at whatever information he had been given, before evening back out. Body turning fully toward you. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Your eyes widen marginally. “No!” you say all too quickly, rubbing a hand down your face. “No, I’m just not-” gaze meeting hazel, “I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to go for a walk?” Voice quieter than before, “Rather than just standing here.” Trailing off.

His wings twitch at his back, you barely catch the movement, before he gives a gentle nod. You give him a small smile before whirling around, and heading back through the streets of Velaris. Azriel and his shadows follow closely behind before coming up next to you.

The walk settles into silence. Not awkward like before. Comfortable. That’s something you’d noticed about Azriel from the moment you first met him in the human realms. He always let others talk and listened intently to every word. Contributing to the conversation only when needed.

Your thoughts drift to every interaction with him. He’d always been observant and encouraged conversations with you. Wanting you to feel comfortable. Similar to what happened with Elain a long while ago. Except he’s never had any romantic feelings for you. He was just being polite. Just as he is now.

You ignore the turn in your thoughts. Weird. And your destination is only a few steps away. The bridge above the sidra. The place you come to when you really need some kind of white noise to clear your head.

You lean forward, over the bridge peering down at the broad sparkling river. Almost mirroring the beauty of the stars above. You feel Azriel settle next to you on the bridge. Twist your head to look at him. He’s looking up at the sky, shadows swirling contentedly around his shoulders and wings.

You take a moment to look at him. Really look at him. You always knew he was handsome, would have to be blind not to. But in the moonlight, he’s stunning. The way his dark hair falls over his forehead, shadows cast over his eyebrows, his other features highlighted. His hands resting on the bridge wall, the lighting illuminating the ridges and crevices of his scars.

Just in the corner of your vision, you see the sun starting to rise, pinks and oranges, painting the previous starlit skies. It was views like these that make you wonder what the other courts are like. The Night Court obviously has exceptionally beautiful night skies, the stars so clear you might think one could reach up and touch them.

But then there were The Dawn Court’s dawn skies. A customer at Benny’s Bar once told you that when the sun rose in dawn it was one of the most breathtaking views one could see, that you had to see it at least once in your immortal life.

The Day Court had some of the most incredible libraries filled with immense knowledge. Something you’d like to see and explore at least once too.

The seasonal courts had to be amazing as well, you hadn’t heard too much about them except Mor saying how much she loved The Winter Court because of her best friend and how beautiful the snow is, and briefly of Summer from when Varian is around with Amren. And Spring, well Feyre and Rhysand don’t like talking about The Spring Court, so you never asked. The same goes for The Autumn Court.

You feel a cool brush of Azriel’s shadows against your hand, pulling you from your longing, wrapping around your wrist almost as if to comfort. You let out a heavy sigh, your walk must have been longer than you anticipated. Originally just hoping to clear your head, and tire yourself out before going back to sleep.

You have work anyway. Early shift, which is fine, you get to finish early in turn.

Turning to the Shadowsinger, “I should head home. I have work earlier today.” You fiddle with your fingers, not wanting to to head back to your apartment just yet. Back to the tavern. You haven’t talked to your coworkers much since the inner circle dined at the tavern.

Azriel gives a small nod, watching your features for a few moments before speaking, “Would you like me to walk you home?”

without hesitation you give him a nod in answer. “yes please.” Your answer soft.

He gives you a gentle smile before turning with you to leave.

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Standing at the bottom of the stairs to your apartment you run a hand down your face. Azriel is quiet behind you. You huff, spinning on your heel to face him. Trying to find the words to what you want to ask him.

He’s patient as always, features kind. Allowing you to sort through your thoughts.

Inhaling sharply, you open your mouth, then close it again. Frustrated, you just blurt it out instead, “Would you like to do something once I finish work today?”

Azriel’s brows raise fractionally, and your face heats up. “of course only if you’re free, or even want to. If you don’t want to that’s okay-“ You pause your rambling when you see the subtle smirk curving his lips.

“What?” You cross your arms over your chest. He huffs out a laugh. “You didn’t even give me a chance to answer,” keen eyes, observant as ever, see you shifting from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable from the lack of an actual answer. “I would like that. I’ll come by and you can decide.” Voice more quiet than before.

You give him a curt nod, happy with the response, turning toward your stairs once more, stopping at the top step, looking over your shoulder to the Shadowsinger, “Thank you az.” At the tilt of his head you continue, “For just… showing up, I guess. I appreciate it.” Smile at him and slip through your door before he can reply.

Azriel stares at the closed door for a few long moments before heading back to the townhouse. His shadows far more calm now. Interesting.

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a/n: Hi guys, I’m so so sorry that I took so long to post this but I was in a really bad writing slump and had other stuff going on in my life. I’m better right now and am planning on writing more. I know this isn’t the longer part that I asked you about but I just wanted to get this out, and it would’ve taken longer to come out. i’ve already started the next part as well. next week I probably won’t update just because I’m going to Australia with my sister for a week but you never know. Anyway I edited this but there still might be some mistakes. I love you all and thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoyed. <3

[inbabylontheywept]

Kartchner Caverns

The first time I traveled to Tucson I was in a car full of zooted children. I would've preferred being one of those children, but alas, any medication that makes me sleep also makes me sleepwalk. And after an incident where I tried to climb out of the car while it was still going sixty (thank God for seatbelts), I was condemned to a childhood of car trip sobriety: No more poor-man's time travel. No more ambien. One less morally ambiguawesome parenting decision from my crazy-ass dad.

I was talking with him when it happened.

I can't remember exactly what we were talking about - something to do with our final destination in Mexico. But at some point, we woke up my little brother. 

(Nothing good happens from waking the dreamer. Best case scenario, the dream ends. Worst case, it doesn't.)

I remember starting when I felt one of his small cold hands reach up to grab my shoulder. Our dad did the same, and it jerked the car a little bit - startling someone whose hands are on the steering wheel has its risks. Dad and I both turned to look at him, but he wasn't even looking at us. He was leaning over the console, staring into the red and purple sunset ahead, watching the rolling skyline of Tucson like it was drowning in dreams. Like he was drowning in dreams. 

We waited for him to speak. It took a while. Normal social conventions don't apply to people when they're unconscious. The fact that he could talk was just some broken line code in the fabric of the world. 

"Wow," he said at long last. 

"Beautiful, isn't it?" my dad replied. And my little brother shook his head like he just heard the silliest thing in the world. 

"It's terrible," he said. "Awful. Is Mexico always like this?" 

"We're still in America," my dad said back. 

My little brother squinted into the sunset, doubt and derision etched into his face. After a few seconds, both emotions softened, and he nodded in wonder. 

"Eagle feathers," he said, chuckling softly. Like he'd just solved some clever little riddle. Then he fell like an angel into something deeper than sleep. 

𓆙𓆙𓆙

(There is a word for angels that fall.)

𓆙𓆙𓆙

The second time I went to Tucson, I hid from the sun. 

You'd be surprised how easy it is to do down there. Society accommodates it in ways you just won't find anywhere else. When it's 109 outside with single digit humidity, of course you stay indoors. Of course the outdoor markets open at 6 pm, and of course they don't close until 11. Of course. You make the sun mean enough, and everyone becomes a vampire. 

So I roamed the streets at night, kicking up red gravel, watching coyotes wander in between the sea of strip malls. Strip malls are such an Arizonan atrocity. Nobody bothers to build up because there’s nothing to be gained from density. The city will never be walkable, because the problem isn’t infrastructure. It's the sun. And you can't solve the sun, so you might as well lean into driving. Mash the whole city flat and crawl through the dust like rattlers. 

(I met a man once, by the canals, that said the strip malls were some sort of American curse upon the inheritors of Johnny Appleseed. There's one God in this world, he said, and it's the god of don't-eat-apples. But then we invented apple pie and gave it to everyone. So this is our hell.)

Still. It made the days long down there. Lurking at night and hiding all day gives you something like cabin fever. I needed something to do outside. Something that was outside, but also, somehow, inside. What's inside and outside at the same time? What kind of klein-flask ouroboros nonsense fits that bill?

Kartchner caverns. 

𓆙𓆙𓆙

I wouldn't say the caves were like walking into Dante's hell - more like finishing the journey. At some point in my life, I'd blown past limbo, lust, gluttony, greed, and anger. I'd spent two decades plus change living in the fires of heresy. Every layer past would only get colder. 

And each step into that cave did. 

My tour guide and psychopomp was a friendly old man. Familiar in the way that all old people feel familiar to me. I view the world more as a pile of metaphors. He viewed it primarily as water-soluble minerals. 

It was a good work dynamic. 

"These here," he said, gesturing to a long, slender series of impossibly frail stalactites, "are called soda straws."

They were beautiful. I can wax poetic at the keyboard, but in real life, my exclamation of wonder is primarily Hot Damn.

"Hot damn," I said, and he nodded good naturedly. 

"They're pretty fun aren't they? Took a few eons to make 'em but I think it was worth the wait."

I was charmed by the way he talked. I knew it was just a fluke of tenses, but there was something funny about the way he described them - as if he personally oversaw each of the dainty little spires. We went further, and he pointed out more formations as we came across them. 

"Behold!" he said just a few feet further. "Fried eggs!" 

And I had to admit: There were fried eggs. 

"Behold!" he said further still. "A shield!"

And lo, there was a shield. It didn't look terribly shieldlike, but who knows - maybe he made the shields first and got better as he went along. The eggs were beautiful.

We kept walking, deeper, and deeper into the cave. At the surface, it had been hot enough for my sweat to dry into a stinging white powder. Down there it was cold enough to see my breath. The feeling of descending into hell was replaced with the feeling of being swallowed by some ancient, fossilized snake. 

"We call this serpent-stone," he said, gesturing to an expanse of wall. 

And then all I could see was the snake that was swallowing me. 

Now, I want to bring something up right about now. At this point, you might be tempted to write off the unease that I was feeling as claustrophobia. Which would make sense - caves unsettle a lot of people. But not me. I'm borderline claustrophilic. When I was a child, I didn't feel comfortable reading until I was wedged somewhere. Behind a shelf, or in a cabinet, or even underneath the beanbag my parents had intended for sitting. Those were my happy places. I liked being crammed into tight spaces. 

I did not like that cave. 

The section of serpent-stone narrowed the further we went. The room started off maybe six feet wide, but eventually it narrowed down. First to five, then four, then three. Two. And it didn’t stop at one. 

The old man put me in front at that point. Said that if I got stuck, he could just push me forward. Didn't occur to me until I'd gone another hundred feet forward, sideways, that maybe getting dragged out would be better. But I was strangely reluctant to bring it up. I’d already let myself get cornered. There was nothing to be gained from letting him know my thoughts. 

But the only way to keep them secret was by going forward. So I poured myself through the crack, slick as slip.  

There's a grain to the scales of serpent-stone, both in the shape of the formations and in the texture of the individual pieces. They're metamorphic, but there's enough sediment left to ‘em that they have a grain. They bite when you go one way, and slide when you go the other. It felt like I was ratcheting myself in. Even if I could slip forward more, I didn't think I could go back. Not without wearing myself down into something skinless and screaming. 

Water began to pool up in sections. It was cold enough to avoid the stink that still waters normally carry, but things stranger than algae festered in the waters beneath my feet. The puddles felt thick, almost slimy. A dozen steps later I saw little ropes of the stuff trickling down my feet. 

Eventually, it got so narrow I couldn't turn my head. I could still hear the old man behind me, but only through little things - the occasional sharp inhale, or steps just an eighth of a beat off from my own. But never words. I remember stopping at one point, just to get pushed, just to know he was there. And he refused. All I heard for fifteen minutes was his breathing behind me. 

He'd called my bluff. There was nowhere to go but forward. 

𓆙𓆙𓆙

I don't know why it took so long to get dark down there. I wasn't carrying a flashlight, and if the old man had been carrying one, I'd have seen it bob with his steps. There was a sort of soft glow to everything but that had faded hour by hour. Eventually it didn't matter that I couldn't turn my head sideways - I wouldn't have been able to see the man if he'd been two inches in front of me. I walked, and I walked, and I walked, and just when I was about to get stuck for real - stuck in a way where I wouldn't be able to step forward, where I'd have to be pushed (or dragged back along the sharpness of the scales) - I popped out of the serpent stone crevasse like a cork from a bottle. 

Plunk. 

I can't tell you the relief that I felt at that moment. It didn't matter that I didn't know where I was, or how I got there. I'd never been claustrophobic in my life, but at that moment, I couldn't stand even the proximity of the crevice. I scrambled forward, stumbling over the rough cave floor, desperate and eager to find the next wall. To get some sense of where I was. 

I never did. Even as I calmed down, even as the relief of being free of that infernal vice sat upon me like a crown, I never found another wall. Anywhere. I walked until fear made me crawl, as low and blind as any worm. I crawled until my pants tore and my knees bled and my spine ached. 

And I found nothing. 

When the vastness of the space truly sank in, when I realized that leaving that first wall had been a mistake, I turned back. But some choices can't be unmade. There were no walls. Not anymore. No matter how far I crawled, how hard I tried, there was no end. There was nothing but perfect darkness, broken stone, and endless snaking trickles of cold cavern water. 

I dipped a finger in one of the rivulets. Just to feel it. Just to ground myself in something. I felt the waters slither past, and I found something like sight in their motion. 

Water always goes down. Whatever else I lacked down here in the stone, in that moment, I knew up and down. And for the first time in hours, I had a choice. A real choice. No instinct or panic or too late realizations: Up or down. 

I went down. 

𓆙𓆙𓆙

I’d visited a rope factory once. Watched the threads dance and spin and weave into something mighty. I got a blind man’s sense of that from my trickle. I felt it meet more of its kind, braiding into them like thread. I liked pretending it was still my rivulet, but eventually, I had to admit it was lost in the mess. Picking out one thread from a rope would be easy, compared to picking out one trickle from a river. 

Funny how water can drown in itself. 

The first contaminant to the water was iron. I could smell it in the air -  strong as blood. It should have unsettled me, but I’d smelled water like that before. My grandpas well-water stained everything it touched rusty red. His sinks, his showers, his fields. Even his teeth. He was wealthy enough that he could've wiped the stains off decades back, but he told me once that he liked the way it made other people uncomfortable. The way it reminded everyone who saw him smile that by sacrament or soil, they too drank of god. 

The next contaminant was the thick water from before. Apparently, the stagnant pools weren’t as still as I’d thought. Somehow, over strange eons, they too could seep through the stone and make their way into this deep river. It was scentless, but I could feel it catch around my ankles on some steps. It seemed like a memory from a different life. I just didn’t feel like the same person that crawled through the serpent-stone crack. I was just some stranger wearing his shed skin. 

Then at long last came a smell of deep sulphur 🜏. It was an odd contrast with the sharply cold air, and the strangely warm waters. It was the least pleasant of the bunch, but I endured it well. I followed until the tears streaming down my cheeks felt as normal as breathing. Until the rush of the river was replaced by the pounding of waves. 

I’d arrived on a beach. I couldn’t see the ocean in front of me, but I could hear how vast it had to be. There was a terrible stench, worse than the sulphur - the smell of some vast death. Godly carrion. A wound in the world long left to fester. 

I sat there on the beach of that ocean. Afraid to let those dark waters touch me. Thinking and waiting and worrying about what would happen next. 

A voice spoke just twenty feet behind me. I recognized it. I never would’ve recognized it before, but there was a knack to the way this place wore me thin. Like a razor getting sharpened instead of a shirt going ratty. 

“You’re very close,” the old man said, and I remembered him from all those years ago - sitting cross-legged in the moonlight by the bank of the canal. Looking up at me, eyes dark, and calling me over to tell me a secret. 

There's one God in this world, he said then. One God. And it's the god of don't-eat-apples. But then we invented apple pie and gave it to everyone. 

So this is our hell.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

I turned around. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t have been able to see him. I shouldn’t have been able to see anything. But I could see the outline of where he was on that shoreline. Not as a  bright thing, but as a darker shade of absence. A little hole in the dark. 

I could have run. But that would’ve required taking my eyes off him, and at that moment I couldn’t bear the thought. He was the only thing to see down there. The only reason I had eyes. But somehow, more important than the joy of seeing was the feeling that as long as I kept my eyes on him, he was trapped. Pinned to this world like a butterfly on cork. 

There was a half second pause. The voice was a memory, but seeing through the gaps was new to me. The thing in front of me wasn’t an old man. It wasn’t even good at pretending. I was oddly embarrassed that I’d ever been fooled by it. What I was looking at was something older than this cave. Something trapped down here so long it could not bear the thought of light. The dream of something dead. The sloughed skin of a snake. 

The first apple eater. 

I could see shades of absence. More than the hole in the dark. I could look at the thing and feel the place where its wings should have been. Its first ones, at least. 

It lunged for me. 

I’d forgotten it could do that. 

It slammed into me like the water from the bottom of a dam. The power was nothing compared to the cold. I couldn’t see a thing, but what I could feel made bile climb up my throat. 

It was melting. Running down itself in little streams, like snow melting in the sun. Like the river I followed all the way down here. A hand ran over my face and I could feel it pouring into me, and in my fury I did the only thing I could think of: I reached up, and I wrapped my hands around its neck, and I clenched so hard that I could feel the tendons in my wrist sawing up through my skin, taut as piano wire. 

It was like squeezing wet clay. It deformed under my touch, stretching longer and thinner and smoother even as the muscular length of his impossibly long body wrapped around me. At some point the fists beating on my chest turned into wings. Stolen wings, to replace the ones that were stolen from it, and there was a scream in the cave it was so awful that it wasn’t mine. 

It was a terrible race. We were killing each other the same way. There was no question about someone dying here in front of the empty throne of god. I just didn’t want it to be me. 

Eventually, it could stretch no more, and my hands could crush more than just nightmare and shadow. The wings beat on me weaker, and weaker, until eventually some cartilage in its great neck snapped under the pressure of my thumbs.

It was like cracking a glow stick. There was a flash of light, brief as thunder, and I could see the waves in front of me. An ocean of rotting meat and bones. The outline of some great, dead serpent, fifty feet tall. And a tower of dead bodies, stretching back to ages that I could not recognize. The only corpses I could recognize were those at the top, with their strange helmets and iconic breastplates. 

Conquistadors. 

When the light went out, the body went with it. Most dreams don’t leave anything behind. Even when they’re made by gods. 

𓆙𓆙𓆙

I don’t know how I left the cave. 

I followed the river up. At some point, it stopped being the river I followed down. The tributaries feeding into it spread out like a fan, and fool that I am, I kept picking left. It shouldn’t have worked. Part of me wonders if I somehow bent the river to my will. Filled in for the dead thing bobbing in the lake, or the echo that I strangled on that starless shore. 

Or maybe I just got lucky. 

I can remember finally breaching the incline and seeing an exit into the desert. Not the one I stepped in through, but good enough. I can remember getting closer and closer, before stepping out into the burning sun. I thought it was finally over.

I thought wrong.  

I can remember looking into the bright blue sky and seeing exactly what my little brother saw on that drive all those years back. 

I don’t know what I killed down in the cave. Some dead thing in the dark, dreaming it was alive. An altar of blood and bone, designed to hold a fragment. 

But the real thing sat there in the sky. Curled up so tight and so smooth, you could mistake it for a ball. Waiting, and watching, and hating. Alive but dreaming death. The mould that stamped out the form of what lay in the cave. 

Quetzalcoatl, I learned later. The feathered serpent. 

I moved the month after that. Went somewhere north, somewhere cold, somewhere that a snake wouldn’t follow. Most days now, I look up, and I just see the sun. A flaming ball of gas. A little, red, star. 

But only most.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

𓆙𓆙𓆙

𓆙𓆙𓆙

𓆙𓆙𓆙

𓆙𓆙𓆙 𓇳

Thanks to @qsatisfaction and @foldingfittedsheets for being my editors on this piece. And thanks to @dr-robert-chase-apologist for providing the prompt.

[un-fwuit-un-fwog]

HELLOOO👋🏻

Since your requests were open could you do a Leona x fem!reader??

Where the reader is initially wary of men due to past experiences back in her world. So when she's in twst world (more specifically in NRC) she's cautious around boys, but Leona notices and tries to gain her trust. Alot of people misunderstood him being a player, womanizer, mean cruel man etc when he's actually not like that. I guess you're my only hope for a Leona x reader request lololol 😭

Hope you have time to do this req!

Thank you for the request! I've been itching to write more Leona content, and you gave me an excuse to take a moment away from my The Rain series to do so! (I've had a somewhat similar idea rolling around in my head for months, but I'll save that for another fic ;))

I tried not to let the story or its themes veer too far off into. . .unsavory directions/topics, but some things have to be at least acknowledged in a vague way when discussing this topic. I tried to do so as respectfully as possible, but if I failed, please tell me so I can do better!

Synopsis: Fem! Reader who is wary of men grows to trust Leona.

TW: mentions of the reader having previous bad experiences with men, but I tried to keep it rather vague; reader has anxiety about being in a school full of men as well as having to stay with them in the events of book 3; reader gets chased by a guy that wants to beat her up near the end, but Leona steps in (I tried not to make it a princess in distress situation, but tell me if it comes off too much that way)

Being thrown into an unfamiliar world is awful. Being thrown into an unfamiliar world and being stuck in an all male school there? You had to question what kind atrocities you committed in your past life to deserve this fate.

It took you a while, but you managed to make. . .friends here. However, even those bonds were rather unsteady and fragile.

It's not that you hated men. You were simply wary of them. You had had past experiences that were. . .unsavory: being catcalled, the uncomfortable conversations with men who approached you in scarcely populated gas stations at night, the jokes no woman in her right mind would find funny, and even some experiences that to this day keep you up at night wondering what your fate would have been if you had done even the slightest thing differently.

You tried to trust the clearly good-hearted people who you logically knew had no ulterior motives hidden behind their kindness, but it was hard. Traumas are not easily forgotten or healed.

That's why, when the events with Octavinelle went down, you were on the verge of hyperventilating. You were friends with Ace and Deuce, and you trusted them as much as you could muster yourself to allow, but that was them. You didn't know, and certainly didn't trust, everyone who resided in Heartslabyul.

Jack's offer didn't seem much better to you, but when it came down to it, you didn't exactly have any other options.

The arrangement ended up being that you would stay with Leona in his room. You weren't sure if you'd prefer this over staying in a packed room with more people.

He barely acknowledged you, or, at least, it seemed that way at first. As your short time staying with him passed, you noticed some things. For one, Ruggie always complained that when he was waking up Leona, the lion wouldn't even wait for Ruggie to get out of the room to begin getting dressed, but Leona had always changed in the bathroom connected to his room for as long as you had stayed there. He also never got too close to you; and when anyone else did, he'd come up with a conveniently timed task for them to do. He didn't use his bathroom for anything other than changing while you were there, and instead used the dorm showers, leaving you his bathroom to yourself.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't go easy on you. He simply respected you and your right to space and privacy. You aren't sure if this was simply how he was raised, if he had noticed your wariness and acted so as not to worsen it, or if it was a mix of both.

By the end of your stay in Savanaclaw, you had somehow managed to find a sense of security in being there with the lion.

As time passed after your stay at Savanaclaw, you found yourself continuing to sit in the botanical garden during lunch. When Crowley decided you would be required to join a club, you joined the Spelldrive Club as a manager. On the rare occasion you had joint alchemy classes with Leona's class, he was unexpectedly present to class and would always 'begrudgingly' agree to be your partner.

However, what really cemented him in your mind as someone who could be trusted was the incident.

You had to stay after school as Grim had caused trouble again and gotten the two of you into detention. You were allowed to leave a bit early as you hadn't caused as much trouble, and you did because you had errands you had some items you needed to pick up from Sam's shop before it closed for the night.

As you walked through the hallways, you were distracted making a mental grocery list. In your somewhat spacey state, you bumped into another student.

He accused you of bumping into him purposefully and it soon became clear he wasn't planning to let you go unscathed. He was massive compared to you, so you knew that if things were to get physical you wouldn't have a great chance of coming out of things on top, so, you did the only thing you could do at the time and ran.

The other student shouted after you and took chase. You ran for what felt like an eternity. Your legs burned so bad you were astonished you were still managing to take steps, and your lungs felt as though they were on the verge of imploding. You weren't consciously thinking of where you were going as you ran, but you found yourself approaching the botanical garden with the other student hot on your heels.

Telling yourself that if you just gained a little more distance you'd be able to find a spot in the plants to hide without him noticing, you urged your legs to pick up the pace.

However, luck wasn't on your side, and, when you got into the garden, you tripped over an uneven brick on the path and toppled face first into the unforgiving stone. You skidded painfully across the bricks, your knees and palms being skinned in the process.

You did your best to scramble to your feet, but your legs had finally given out.

"Gotcha."

You heard a sickening voice not that far away as footsteps approached you at far too fast a rate for you to crawl into a bush before he reached you.

It was when you were searching the foliage on the sides of the path that you noticed what you had at first mistaken as a stick laying in the path, but upon further inspection you realized to be a tail.

You took in a deep breath before screaming "LEONA!" and praying it would be enough to wake the lion.

"The hell are you babbling about!" The voice of the other student snarled before you felt a harsh grip on your collar yank you up. "I was originally just gonna make you pay up for bumping into me so rudely, but after that chase you put me through, I think my fists have some anger pent up."

You ducked your head and braced for impact, but it never came. What did come was a soft warmth that caught you and held you up once the student's hand had finally released its grip on you. When you opened your eyes, you saw a clearly ticked off Lion.

He had one arm snaked under your shoulder and around your stomach to keep you up, and his other had a firm grip on the guy's wrist.

You were too dazed and hyped up on adrenaline to take in the words the two exchanged, but you swore you heard a crack moments before Leona let go of his wrist. The guy fled and were sure that if he were a beastman he'd have his tail between his legs.

You were torn out of your daze by an uncharacteristically soft, but still gruff voice: "Can you walk?"

It took you a moment to form words, but you eventually managed to reply: "I'm not hurt, but-"

Before you could finish your sentence, your legs were swept out from under you. A brief "'scuse me" left Leona's lips as he picked you up, and an unfamiliar feeling blossomed in your chest.

Seeing the shift in your expression, Leona sighed "Look, I know you like your personal space, but you can't walk and I'd feel like crap if I left ya out here, so I gotta carry you to the infirmary. I woulda asked, but it's not like I could get ya there any other way. You can punch me later if ya want."

The trip to the infirmary was silent. Thoughts raced through your head, but one of the most prominent was: "I called out for him."

You had no other choice but to come to terms with the terrifying realization that you trusted this man. For better or for worse, you trusted him. . .and while it scared you, it also bloomed this warm feeling in your chest.

You let your head fall against his chest as he carried you, and if he took note of that, he didn't let it show.

After you got checked out at the infirmary and reported the incident to Professor Crewel (because we all know Crowley is too incompetent at his job to do anything), Leona walked you back to your dorm.

The two of you never verbally acknowledged the events of that day again, nor did you talk about the feelings that came with them.

He was never not there after that, and you didn't mind the company.

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Megan Skiendiel x actress!reader 

“Your girlfriend's birthday will always be special” 

Genre – Fluff  Warnings –  none 

Now playing – Feels Like, by Gacie Abrams 

Your schedule has never been tighter, all your commitments seem to have got in the way. The recordings for the new season of Percy Jackson were in full swing, the interviews for events, the awards where your films were nominated, it was all so crazy. You never imagined that you would have a life as a Hollywood star, at least not when you were only nineteen, but it happened. You'll be eternally grateful for everything you've achieved and still achieve, but you couldn't deny how much you just wanted to relax at times.  

Being recognized for your work was incredible, you could never deny that, but you knew you certainly weren't cut out for Hollywood. Sometimes you missed your simple life as a teenager, sometimes you wondered what it would be like if you had continued working in your father's small bookstore, but these thoughts soon faded when you remembered Megan.   

Megan was one of the biggest reasons for you to face the difficult days, knowing that at the end of the day you could see her beautiful face, even if it was only by video call. Your girlfriend's energy always gave you the strength to keep fighting, you were just two young souls trying to unravel the world together, and that made you very happy.  

You begged on your knees for Megan's managers to give you a few days with her, fortunately, they agreed after an assurance that you would be back on time. So you set everything up, called Megan's friends and got everything in place.   

The island was beautiful, the resort was better than any hotel Megan had ever stayed in, and being with you made everything better. Hand in hand, you walked along the beach, enjoying the sand, the sun and the waves. You had fun with your friends, making fools of yourselves and laughing at the smallest things, just being teenagers for a few days.   

Megan didn't think things could get any better, but you always exceeded her expectations.   

It was early and you had a hard time getting Megan out of bed, the sun and all the previous day's activities making her more tired than usual. But when you finally managed to get her out of bed, you dragged her out of the room you two shared, keeping quiet so as not to wake any of your friends, who were sleeping in the rooms next door.   

Walking quickly down to the beach, Megan and you were giggling playfully, Megan's chest felt like it was about to explode, the feeling of being in a romantic comedy movie was always present in her chest when she was with you.   

“Come on, Meg. We'll miss the whole thing if you don't hurry.” You said, pulling the girl through the hallways of the hotel.  

“I'm going as fast as I can, baby.” Megan said, the giggle she was holding back tickling her throat.   

When you finally made it out of the hotel, you hurried even faster, pulling Megan closer to the pool. The girl wasn't even paying that much attention to your haste anymore, because now she had understood everything. Megan was looking up, impressed by the shades of purple and orange that were appearing in the sky. The sunrise was happening, the sensation Megan felt could not be compared to anything else.  

Both of your steps became slower, and now Megan realized that you were on the beach, which was only a few meters from the resort. The sound of the crashing waves, the color of the sky, the sensation of warmth that was building up all over her body, the sand on her feet and the way your eyes shone in the specific light, made Megan's heart beat faster.   

Still holding your hand, the Chinese girl felt like crying, but not from sadness, it was simply that feeling of love, soft and simple. That feeling of comfort and all those thoughts of how it could never end.   

“Don't you think it was worth waking up early?” You asked, bringing Megan's hand to your mouth and kissing it.   

Megan watched in amazement, every detail of the moment being stored deep in her heart. “Everything is worth it with you.”   

Looking at Megan, you saw the way your girlfriend was looking at you. Her big eyes made you melt, and the way her hand fit into yours made your chest swell.   

“I wanted some time alone with you, so I thought about it.” You said embarrassedly. Your cheeks were burning red, all because of the way Megan was looking at you.  

Taking your face in her hands, Megan caressed your cheek, smiling at you before leaning in and kissing your lips. Your hands went to her waist with muscle memory, and your shoulders relaxed as soon as Megan sighed into the kiss.   

“I love you.” The smile on her face made your smile appear.   

You loved Megan, every detail of her made you feel like the luckiest person in the world, and all you wanted was to spend the rest of your life admiring her up close.   

“I love you more.”   

Hugging you, Megan laid her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as she admired the different colors of the sky.   

hi everyone, I hope you're all well.

this is really short because I'm running out of time, but I've wanted to make a fic with megan for so long that I had to make this one.

anyway, drink some water, stay safe

xoxo, spider.

[sunseed-fandump]

Jailhouse Rock

The kids make a new (and very questionable) friend.

AU: Bad Batch Word Count: 3,281

Well, it was official, this was the most awkward moment of Gingerbrave’s life.

The jail cell was a cramped little thing, definitely not something built with the idea of containing more than one prisoner, just like the jailhouse itself didn’t seem to be built with that many criminals in mind, as there was only one cell. He supposed it made sense that a small town in the middle of the desert wouldn’t expect too many criminals stopping by, let alone having the misfortune of all of them being caught at the same time. Yet here they were.

It wasn’t like they had wanted to get caught. This was actually one of the few times they had bothered to keep a low profile. They had stopped into town for supplies on their trip down the Pilgrim’s Path, and figured it would be best for their long journey to conserve their energy. Just get in, grab the stuff, toss the money on the counter, get out. Simple.

Then things got decidedly less simple when a couple of bounty hunters recognized the kids from their wanted posters. (When did those get printed? They looked so cool! Gingerbrave hoped he got to take one home to put up on his bedroom wall.) The scuffle resulted in a lot of property damage, Wizard getting a minor concussion, and all three kids getting hit with tranquilizer darts. Who the hell carries those around? Well, those guys, apparently.

An hour later found the trio waking up disoriented, disarmed, and awaiting transfer to the nearest Kingdom for processing. Oh, and they had a cellmate. A cellmate who seemingly hated their guts if the way she scowled at them from the other side of the tiny cell was any indication.

Resulting in the awkward stare-down that was currently happening. On his right, Wild Strawberry seemingly lost interest and started fidgeting with the drawstrings on her hood. Meanwhile to his left, Wizard had begun muttering something to himself. (A quick glance to the clock on the wall beyond the bars told Gingerbrave they probably had about an hour or two before Wizard started going off the deep-end due to withdrawal from his stupid staff. Gingerbrave couldn’t stand that parasite…)

Luckily, since he was undead, Gingerbrave didn’t have to blink, which meant he could literally stare at this weird angry lady all day if he wanted. He didn’t want to, though, so instead he tried to strike up a conversation.

“So, uh…” He scratched at the stitches on his neck. “What are you in for?”

The cookie’s scowl deepened. She was a spicy cookie if the red hair and strong scent was any indication. Her hair was done up in a ponytail and she had a scar on her forehead. She was dressed in the traditional black-and-white striped outfit one typically associated with criminals. Gingerbrave wondered, when the sheriff came back, if they would be expected to get changed into something similar.

At the cookie’s lack of a response and neither of his friends lending him a hand, Gingerbrave decided to keep talking.

“Right. Anyway, I’m Gingerbrave, and these are my friends Wizard and Wild Strawberry—“ He was cut off by the other cookie’s very clipped response.

“I know who you are.” She crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. It seemed that was all she felt like saying though as any attempt to talk to her earned the boy the cold shoulder.

Gingerbrave eventually figured she was a lost cause, and judging by Wizard starting to rock back and forth from where he was seated, he was beginning to head into the first stages. So it was time to get going.

“Alright, we’re gonna leave now.” Gingerbrave said with a shrug before getting up from his seat and heading over to the front of the cell. He pressed his face up against the bars to get a better view of the hallway. He could just barely make out the sheriff’s office at the end of the hall. No doubt, that’s probably where their stuff was. Judging by how quiet it was, the sheriff was still out doing whatever it was that sheriffs did, which meant Gingerbrave had to be quick.

The boy tested the bars. Solid as a rock and he had neglected to bring any of his stronger arms with him. Unfortunate, but he’d have to work with it.

“Hey, Wizard,” Gingerbrave looked over to the shorter boy, who seemed to briefly snap out of whatever daze he had slipped into. “If I can get you your staff, could you get us out of here?”

“Yes!” He replied way too quickly, before shaking his head and rubbing at his temples. The migraine must have been setting in. “Yes, get me my staff and I can teleport us.”

“Sounds like a plan!” And without any hesitation Gingerbrave grabbed at his forearm just under the stitches on his left elbow, and snapped it off.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” The spicy cookie jumped back, clearly startled; all the color had drained from her face in an instant. All the kids laughed a little at her expense. (Even Strawberry, with a barely restrained ‘pfft!’)

“It’s fine! See?” The severed hand waved at her like nothing was wrong. “Watch this!” He gently set it down to the floor where, with a bit of awkward finagling he got it balanced on its fingers like a spider. He walked his hand out of the cell, slipping it between the bars, and all the cookies watched as it scuttled down the hall towards the office. Gingerbrave scrunched up his face in concentration, leaning the stub of his left arm out of the cell as far as it could go to help keep his hand within range. His spirit could stretch pretty far, but not forever, and he wanted to make sure he had full reign of the office.

Okay, that felt like the office chair. There’s the desk. He poked around a little to the right and hit a wall so maybe if he…

“Does that hurt…?” The spicy cookie’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts briefly and the boy looked over his shoulder at her. Huh, that usually wasn’t the first reaction he got when severing his parts in front of new cookies. Usually it was fear, panic, and accusations of being a dough-eating monster, but this cookie’s initial surprise had melted into an emotion Gingerbrave wasn’t quite familiar with.

“Nah, they were made to come off.” Gingerbrave said with a shrug before turning his attention back to feeling around the distant room. What was that? A bookshelf? Maybe he should try a few paces to the left.

The spicy cookie gave him an assessing look before turning her attention to the other two, specifically Wizard who was looking a little more harrowed than usual. “Yo, shortstack, you good?”

Gingerbrave snorted at the nickname. Oh! That felt like a chest! Maybe their stuff was in there but… it was locked. Rats. Then again, maybe the staff couldn’t fit? Probably best to be thorough.

“I’ll be fine once Gingerbrave gets my staff back.” Wizard said with a harrumph and a mutter of “I’m not short…”

“What’s the hold up? Any longer and Wizard is gonna start getting all freaky.” Strawberry asked, to which Gingerbrave huffed.

“I’m trying!! This would’ve been a lot easier if I was awake when we were brought in. Wizard, tell your stupid staff to be less stupid—!”

‘BANG!’

A screech ripped itself out of Gingerbrave when pain shot through his hand. He flung himself back from the bars, hitting the opposite wall and clutching at his stubby arm as if it would stop the pain. He heard a few exclamations of surprise from the cookies around him along with a horrified scream from down the hall followed by two more gunshots that (thankfully) missed their mark.

The sheriff was back and he just shot Gingerbrave in the hand.

His hand scuttled wildly around the office, blindly bumping into everything in an attempt to get to some kind of cover. Wild Strawberry had gotten up and put a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“He shot me…!” Gingerbrave bit out between clenched teeth just as a few more shots rang out, one of them glancing the boy’s dough.

“Screw this.” The spicy cookie flung herself at the cell door and after a few moments it popped open…

Wait, what?

“You could’ve done that this whole time?!” Strawberry voiced what Gingerbrave was in too much pain to say.

“Shut up and move!” Replied the other cookie who sprung out of the cell and down the hall. Wizard was right on her heels, no doubt seeing the opportunity to get his staff and not at all caring about the actively shooting lawman. Wild Strawberry called out to him, cursed under her breath when she was ignored, then grabbed Gingerbrave and hauled him out of the cell to give chase.

They arrived just in time to watch the spicy cookie deliver a round-house kick to the sheriff’s face, sending him flying back and hitting his head on the corner of the bookshelf, knocking him out cold.

“How could a cookie that moves so slow become sheriff? Can’t believe I let myself get caught by this moron…” she tsked and checked his pockets.

“There you are!” Wizard exclaimed happily before flinging himself at his staff that was propped up in an umbrella stand for some weird reason. He scooped it up into his hands, the tension practically melted from his body as he felt the staff’s familiar magic settle once more within his dough. “That fool didn’t shoot you, did he…? No?” He sighed in relief.

Gingerbrave looked at the scene with a small frown, but held his tongue. Instead he focused on trying to find his hand. He experimentally tapped his fingers against the nearest hard surface and cringed at the pain blossoming from his fresh wounds.

Wild Strawberry Cookie got down on her knees and checked under the desk when she heard tapping, sure enough, there was Gingerbrave’s hand with a bullet wound in it. “Got it.” She pulled it out and held it up for her friend to take, who cradled it close to his chest. “I’ll get the extra icing stitches from my backpack and we can stitch everything up.”

“No time.” Wild Strawberry jumped when her backpack and lollipop were shoved into her arms by the spicy cookie. She had picked the sheriff’s pockets clean, gotten the keys to the chest in the corner, and cleaned that out too. She strapped a belt around her waste and clipped two daggers to her side. “All that ruckus is gonna have the whole town coming down on top of us. Pointy hat, if you got magic I suggest you start using it!”

“My name is Wizard–!” The small boy’s correction was cut off by the glass of the window shattering in front of him.

“GET DOWN!” She grabbed Gingerbrave and Strawberry and pulled them behind the desk. Wizard, who had been a bit further away, joined them shortly after just as a hail of bullets poured in through both windows and the open front door. “Unless you wanna have more holes than swiss cheese then I suggest you get us out of here!!”

Wizard growled, but instead of snapping at her, he focused on the vocal components of a well-practiced spell. A magic circle appeared beneath the group of cookies and in a flash they were gone. One moment they were hiding under a desk, the next they were on top of a bluff overlooking the town. The gunshots, once deafening, were nothing but an echo on the rocks at this distance.

The spicy cookie stumbled, not used to the sensation of being teleported around, caught herself, and then let out a huge ‘WOO!’

“Wow! What a day!” She exclaimed with a sigh of relief.

“Tell me about it…” Wild Strawberry muttered as she dug into her backpack and pulled out the icing stitches. “Yo, Gingerbrave, let’s get your arm back on.”

“Y-Yeah…” The other boy hissed, allowing himself to be guided over to a rock and took a seat.

“That was some nice quick-casting there, pointy hat!” The spicy cookie went to pat Wizard on the back, but paused. “Oh, right, I’m supposed to be mad at you guys…” She pondered this for a moment before shaking her head with a laugh and then patting him anyway. “Ah, but it’s hard to stay mad after such a fun jailbreak! Definitely one of my favorite ones yet!”

“Who even are you?” Wizard Cookie turned on her, giving her an absolutely baffled look as he adjusted his hat.

“And, uh, why are you mad at us?” Gingerbrave called over, trying to remain as still as possible while Strawberry worked. It wasn’t like they weren’t used to being scorned by most, if not all, of Crispia, but this strange cookie’s anger seemed rather out of left field. The spicy cookie reared back, as if offended by this line of questioning.

“You mean you guys don’t recognize me?! Seriously? And here I thought you were supposed to be big shots…” She reached into her pocket and produced a rolled up piece of paper which was quickly revealed to be a wanted poster that she unraveled with a proud flourish. “The name’s Chili Pepper Cookie and I’m the best thief in the world! There’s nothing on Earthbread I can’t steal.”

“Whoa! Look at that bounty!” Gingerbrave gasped at the sight of all the zeroes. “But… Uh… What does that have to do with being mad at us?”

“Because!” She rolled the paper back up and jabbed a finger at the trio. “Your collective bounties are higher than MINE! How am I supposed to go down in history if I’m being outclassed by a bunch of twerps?!”

Wizard Cookie sputtered indignantly at this revelation. Wild Strawberry stared at her, thoroughly unimpressed. Gingerbrave, however, burst into laughter.

“That’s what all of this was about!?” He cackled a few moments, clutching his aching gut, before settling down and saying breathily, “You’re a weird cookie. I like you!”

“If you want our bounties, you can have them! They’re what got us into trouble in the first place!” Wizard huffed.

Chili Pepper tilted her head, fixing them with a weird look. “Wait, you mean to tell me you aren’t in this for the infamy? Guess that’s why I haven’t seen you around the usual haunts rubbing your status in everyone's faces. You’re totally out of the loop!” She brightened, as if this revelation was both a massive relief and a big joke at the same time.

“Yeah we’re… not really interested in whatever weird crime competition this is.” Wild Strawberry Cookie shook her head as she finished up Gingerbrave’s stitches and stashed the spool into her bag. “If anything those bounties make reaching our goal harder…”

Chili Pepper Cookie looked at her as if she had grown a second head. “What could a group of kids like you want so badly you land bounties that put you in the criminal elite?”

“We’re going to steal the Soul Jam to free the world!” Gingerbrave proudly announced, jumping to his feet, he was already feeling a lot better now that his wounds were stitched up.

“A world without judgement!” Wizard added with a nod.

“And lawlessness…” Wild Strawberry muttered.

Chili Pepper Cookie gave the three children a thoughtful expression, putting a hand to her chin with a little ‘huh…’ before shooting a wide grin at the kids. “Well, I’m not sure about half of that, but I can definitely get behind the stealing and lawlessness parts! Are those Soul Jam things shiny?”

“They are incredibly powerful magical artifacts that have the capability of changing the world as we know it!” Wizard rattled off. When Chili Pepper gave him a blank look, he sighed and said, “And they’re shiny, yes.”

“Hey, I have an idea,” Gingerbrave cut in with a wide smile. “Chili Pepper Cookie, why don’t you come with us?” He got a mixed reaction of surprise and confusion from the cookies around him. Wizard Cookie and Wild Strawberry Cookie knew that Gingerbrave didn’t just extend offers like this to just anyone. He might have been the more chipper and outgoing of their group, but he didn’t trust others so easily. He must have really liked something Chili Pepper did or said to even think about such a proposal.

“You want me to come with you? Why?” Chili Pepper was just as confused as Gingerbrave’s friends. She couldn’t imagine them wanting her around after she gave them the silent treatment back in the jail cell.

“You seem fun.” Was Gingerbrave’s simple reply. “You helped us get out of that jail cell when you really didn’t have to. Plus, if you travel with us, I’m sure your bounty will sky rocket! And we could use the world’s greatest thief on our team!”

Chili Pepper Cookie seriously considered his proposal for a minute. When she had first heard about them and their rapid climbing of the leaderboard, she had thought they were nothing but a bunch of punk kids who wanted to be rowdy and cause trouble. Now she could see though, they had bigger plans than just topping the charts of the Underworld. She could appreciate such a large ambition.

Besides they didn’t seem to be jamthirsty monsters like all the rumors said they were. They were just… weird. The criminal underworld had plenty of downright monstrous folks who Chili Pepper tried not to associate with, but she could tell, these kids didn’t seem heartless. Mischievous, yes. Troubled? Absolutely. But not heartless.

“You know what?” Chili Pepper grinned. “I’ll think about it. But for right now, I got a job I need to finish.”

“A job?” Wild Strawberry asked just as Chili Pepper turned to walk towards the cliff that overlooked the town.

“Yeah? Do you think the greatest thief in the world would screw up and get arrested in a nothing town like this?” She gestured to the settlement below. “I let myself get caught! The train they were gonna put us on has a massive safe full of gems. I was gonna bust out of my cuffs mid-transfer and clean it out! But now I guess I gotta do it the good old fashioned way…”

Gingerbrave once again laughed, giving Chili Pepper a sharp grin. “Well, if you decide you wanna join up, head to the Bear Jelly Village in the Land of Little Big Dreams! There’s a cookie there who’ll point you in the right direction.” With that he raised a hand in farewell. “Good luck, Chili Pepper Cookie!”

Chili Pepper gave the kids a mock salute. “See you around, stitches! Make sure you stay out of any more jail cells, punks!” With that she jumped over the side as nimble as an acrobat, and out of sight.

“Well, that was certainly… interesting.” Wizard sighed, before clutching his stomach. “But we failed to get any supplies, and teleporting us this far has made me famished…”

“Right… I forgot about that…” Gingerbrave’s brow furrowed. Should they try heading back into town and risking getting arrested again? Did they push forward and hoped they reach the next town before they starved? He didn’t really know much about hunting or foraging, but he doubted they’d be able to sustain themselves with much in this sugar-free wasteland.

“Hey, look!” Wild Strawberry pointed further up the main road where the kids could see a huge cloud of dust being kicked up. “I think that’s a caravan.”

All three kids stared at it for a long moment.

“Welp!” Gingerbrave clapped his hands together. “Fellas, it’s time to commit robbery!”

“YEAH!!” Strawberry and Wizard raised their respective weapons into the air, excited at the prospect of getting some food in their stomachs. With that, the trio ran off to intercept those travelers.

From the bottom of the cliff, Chili Pepper watched the kids disappear. She lingered for a moment, deep in thought…

‘CHOO CHOOOOOOO!’

The thief turned on her heel and raced towards the tracks. Their paths would cross again someday, but for now, she has a train to catch.

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Gaeul breeding?

The Generous Princess

Gaeul x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: pussy eating, fingering, breeding, creampie, impregnation, nicknames, servant reader, princess Gaeul.

Word Count: 3318

Thanks for the ask! I hope you like it, I've seen you around, it seems you like Gaeul alot.

Not proofread.

The kingdom raged with the news of the castle princess Gaeul getting married. What they assumed was a blissful thing for every member of royalty was a nightmare for the main one involved.

"This is madness!" Gaeul screamed at her parents, the king and queen of the nation, a wonderful place which had no official name. Only known as "The Gilded Coast" to those who took an interest to it's rich history. It got its name from its affinity for gold plated everything, a stunning display of opulence that commanded respect.

"You knew this day would come eventually, we held it longer than we would have. Out of respect for you." Her mother spoke, her tone obviously fed up with her daughter's antics.

"Respect?!!" Gaeul was bewildered "If you respected me you'd leave me to marry someone I love!" Her body shaking as she stood up to her parents. Tears of frustration slowly trailing down onto her cheeks.

"Gaeul, you know this is best." Her father chimed in, a reserved individual. He often let his wife make the hard calls as he felt bad hurting his daughter.

"You know we have to do this, our kingdom will prosper. The Emerald Shores have lots of material we could benefit from. A trade union will help all of us." Her mother exclaimed, dismissing Gaeul's feelings as her body straightened against the throne.

"No! I'm not marrying anyone I don't know! That is final!" Gaeul screamed as she ran down the stairs of the lavish throne room. Terrified for what she was going to do to prevent this.

--

You were definitely down on your luck. Not everyone was fortunate enough to live in a nice home. You weren't even fortunate enough to live in a home at all. The Gilded Coast having one of the lowest homeless populations in the region didn't stop you from sitting on a musty mattress. Flat against the floor as you rested in the streets, bustling with foot traffic as people walked doing their own errands. Most people ignored you, others looked with disgust, some with empathy.

You ate your stale bread, disgusting and difficult to maul but it's all you had. You breathed in as you watched the day sky, a tender light blue dotted with thick grey clouds, an ominous storm threatening to arrive. No shelter covered you from above, you were going to have to brace nature itself.

Oh well, you've done it before.

--

Gaeul sat in her opulent room, absently drawing pictures on paper. Desperate to come up with something as she admired her pens, every colour imaginable laid in a container. A Kaleidoscope of creativity, she yawned as she enjoyed the gentle light radiating from the candle. The gentle hum of jazz playing from the corner on her personal vinyl player. Her creative freedoms being threatened by the greed of her parents.

The thoughts were heavy on her mind, she wasn't getting anywhere as her lines became less focused, threatening to ruin her beautiful drawing. She sighed, getting out the chair, detailed with beautiful golden sigils. All this wealth was for naught if she was going to be couped up in a cage.

"Fucking hell" she murmured to herself, grabbing her coat as she left her suffocating sanctuary, the place of respite being replaced by worry.

-

The storm raged against every fibre of your being, lacerating your clothes with wet slashes as the temperature plummeted. The ground was disgustingly wet as you tried to sleep, a task proving impossible as you laid there shivering.

The night was disturbingly silent, no music, no vendors, nothing. Just you and the rain. Your heart plummeted in your stomach when the rain started to harden, shards of ice smashing against your skin leaving sharp aches in its wake.

"Hey!" A voice pulled you out your head, a girl. Dressed in heavy clothing as her hood covered her features, a shadow talking to you. Her voice was full of concern as she ran to you.

"You can't stay in conditions like this! You'll get sick!" She shouted, her face showing worry as she grabbed your hand.

"What?" You replied.

"Come on! Let's get you somewhere warm!" She pulled you to your feet, dragging you along as she started running.

You two approached the giant gate of the castle, it towered over you as you panicked. "I don't think I should go in there." You said, shivering intensely as the cold bit at you.

"Unless you want to freeze to death, I'd comply!" Her tone was stern as she opened the gate, pushing you forward towards the entrance door.

The cold relented as you entered the castle, big corridors with infinity stretching oak planks, full with dim light as portraits of royalty were hung up on the walls, covered in golden trails, a baroque display of greed. You didn't keep up with the kingdom, it's difficult with no way to get the information.

"Upstairs, first door on the right, I need to grab something." She said, walking in the opposite direction. You were nervous as you walked up the giant stairs, staying out of sight as you darted to her room, opening and shutting the door in an instant.

Her room was quaint and cozy, it was large, very large. A massive king sized bed was propped up against the wall, it looked soft and inviting, but you wouldn't dare touch anything in your condition. The soft scent of vanilla wafted over the room, even these few seconds felt like a paradise compared to outside.

The creak of a door opening behind you alerted you to the strange altruistic girls presence, an average height woman with black hair, she was incredibly gorgeous. In her hand laid a pile of clothes, a grey hoodie, some black pants, socks and a pair of boxer briefs. Alongside a towel.

"These are mine, I had a phase of oversized boy clothes. It's all I can offer, sorry about that. You should shower to prevent getting a cold." Her tone was similarly stern to her one back outside, you smiled as you graciously took her offer. "Shower's over there" She pointed to the door in the corner. "leave your clothes in the basket."

You walked into her bathroom, a massive tub alongside a shower, a mirror full with various supplies, everything was so beautiful. You felt sinful being able to see such a sight clearly not meant for people of your class.

You immediately stripped out of your dirty, frigid clothes, the scent of sweat and dirt that clung to you like thick tar filled your mouth with disgust. Desperately clambering into the tub to reach the shower, the tub had several body washes and shampoos and conditioners. Things you haven't seen in a long time, she never told you which ones to use so you were going to have to gamble.

The warm water washed over you, blasting at your body as you appreciated the feeling for the first time in awhile. The grime on your body disappearing into obscurity, appreciating a new found feeling of cleanliness. You grabbed the first body wash you could find, a sweet scent of citrus came out of it as you applied it to your body. You didn't want to take too long, so you started to speed up. Grabbing the bottle of mint shampoo as you rubbed it into your scalp, rinsing it off and quickly getting out.

You dried your body and got changed before heading out the bathroom. The strange princess was sat on the bed, looking into the roof absently, her features soft and comfortable.

You stood in front of her, "Thank you, so much errr" Your voice died out, no knowledge of her name. "No problem, my name's Gaeul. You homeless?" She was blunt as you nodded, Gaeul was very interesting.

"Yeah, the street in a storm isn't exactly the best place to sleep" You chuckled. Gaeul smiled as she tapped the bed space next to her. You awkwardly sat next to her, the bed was soft and plush as you fell into it.

"Sooooo, what's the plan after tonight?" She asked.

"Probably sit in the same place, hope my mattress dries up." You replied, the warmth of her clothes hung to your body, the sound of hail slammed against the window.

"It doesn't have to do that way, yknow. I mean, I wouldn't mind a personal assistant" She smiled and sat backwards.

"I don't know, are you sure?" You looked at her.

"Yeah I mean, I can set up a mattress over there" She pointed to the corner, next to her bookshelf. "it'd be a pretty nice gig, if I need something from you, you do it."

You thought for a second, she was royalty. So it was unlikely to be a trap, outside was significantly colder, more dangerous.

"I would love to take that position if it's open." The words left your mouth heavily, a possible new leaf to be turned.

"Fantastic, I'll set your mattress up, you'll spend most of your time in here, the other servants are... Much more unsavoury than you appear to be."

She left and quickly returned, a queen sized mattress in tow, this level of kindness was new to you. She got it ready, adorning it with pillows. Covered in a purple and gold case, alongside a matching quilt. Your chest fluttered with warmth as you watched.

"All done, I'll go freshen up then you can. The spare stuff is on the right" She said as she walked into the bathroom. Gaeul was so nice, you couldn't imagine this job being too bad.

You got ready and went to bed, sleeping well for the first time in awhile, dead to the world as arms laid sprawled over the mattress, heat encapsulated your body as you dreamed.

--

Light filled the room through the windows, the chirps of birds sung a song of nature, combined with the sound of Gaeul's humming. Your eyes fluttered open, for the first time in forever you woke up gently. Basking in the warmth of the soft light as you sat up.

"Morning Y/N, hope you slept well." Her voice was deep with sleep. "I need to tell my parents about you, get ready and go downstairs, make two portions of food." Her instructions were firm.

You felt ready to earn your keep.

You knew you could do it.

--

The sizzling of eggs hit the pan, oil splattering as the temperature rose to unfathomable degrees. The kitchen was massive, like everything else in the castle. A few servants came in as they made food of their own. They paid little mind to you, going around their business as they functioned like the blood of the castle, providing life.

The eggs solidified as time went on, spreading some sprinkles of cheese as it melted. Flipping it over as you made a fluffy omelette, throwing it onto a plate. Making another one as you brought it up to her quarters.

Gaeul was sat there, hunched over her chair, crying. You softly approached, putting the omelette in front of her. "I have a week." She said, her cheeks puffed up, red soreness over her face. "One week till my parents want me to marry this guy."

"That sounds awful." You said, unsure what to do as your hand found her back. Tracing circles as you rubbed up and down. Sharing condolences.

"Guess I'm going to have to make it count." Gaeul took a bite of her omelette, "So you can cook, nice." Her tone was still somber with a small hint of hope.

-

Being at Gaeul's beck and call was surprisingly stressful, becoming her personal chef, cleaner, upkeeper and therapist over the course of 4 days was a lot to learn and grasp.

However, there was a sense of deepening connection between the two of you. It started on the second day, when Gaeul started joking around with you.

"You missed a spot!" She teased, pointing at an incomprehensibly small speck of dust. Tapping your shoulder as she insisted you worked further. She was significantly warmer than the servants you had to speak to, a friendship blooming in the slipping time.

-

" Y/N, run me a bath please, I need to relax" She said, it was late at night as the town fell asleep, Gaeul had been running around all day. Dealing with "things".

Water rushed into the bath, pooling into the bottom as it started to rise, taking delicate care to keep the temperature perfect. She liked it nearly burning, your hand found a bottle of expensive bubble liquid, pouring a diligent amount as it foamed up into soapy balls.

The water had reached the desired level as the valve closed, the moisture in the air was thick and claggy, making it hard to breathe as you opened the door. Gaeul was sat as she waited for you to finish.

"It's ready Gaeul" You said, she walked past you, entering the bathroom. "I'll leave you to it." A gentle hand pressed on your shoulder, her lips mere inches from your ear. "As my wonderful servant I think you will wash me." her voice was seductive as your cheeks warmed a light red.

"If you insist" You weren't going to argue, she could be a real hard ass if you expressed concern.

Gaeul pulled her shirt off, your eyes quickly averted their gaze. "Your going to be touching me anyway, look." She pushed your head to lock eyes with her. Her smooth skin was divine, her breasts came into frame as Gaeul's midnight black bra hit the bathroom floor, you should turn away. You shouldn't look, but your captivated.

Gaeul sat down on the toilet seat, adjusting her legs slightly "I'm just so tired, my useful servant, care to finish the job?" She smirked. Reveling in your anxiety. You nestled between her legs, gulping as your hands fumbled with her crotch button, you struggled as it clicked open. Taking a deep breath as you pulled her zipper down. The flap of her clothes fully opened leaving no restraints for you to pull them down. Revealing her smooth endless legs. Her body took your breath away, she was well endowed, shaped perfectly. "Cat got your tongue? Finish the job my servant."

The final boundary blocking Gaeul's fully naked body lied in the centre of her body. A black piece of lace, semi transparent as her pussy hid behind it. A delicate crease creating a bridge into her hole. You cleared your head of the inappropriate thoughts, hooking your fingers into the waistband as they reached the floor. Laying with the rest of her clothes. You felt yourself harden slightly against your jeans, you had to remain professional.

Gaeul climbed in elegantly as she made contact with the soapy water, body disappearing under the surface. A thin sigh left her lips as the warmth made contact with her skin, she settled her back against the tub. "Get to work, my servant." She repeated the familiar nickname, which seemed to flow off the tongue.

You grabbed her loofah off the shelf, composing yourself as you poured body wash onto it. A nice smelling concoction of vanilla and strawberry, rubbing it into Gaeul's tender skin. She smiled as you washed her shoulders, the air thickened further with tension as you went lower. Rubbing her breasts with a soapy lather. the water acted as a barrier, making it hard to continue your job.

"Gaeul, I can't go any further with the water yknow?" You queried, she thought for a second. Giving you a cock of her brow, "Well then, servant. Take your clothes off and get in, it'll be easier. And call me miss, you are working."

You panicked as Gaeul stared at you, waiting for some action. "Hurry up servant" She rushed, you complied. Ripping your clothes off, Gaeul paid a similar lack of respect to privacy. Staring at your most sensitive area, licking her lips as you approached the water. Lowering yourself in as it felt nice. The water unremarkable compared to the woman in front.

"Miss." The name felt natural on your tongue, "Let me continue." You continued to clean her, she gasped as you went beneath the water. Ineffective but she seemed unwilling to move. You pressed the loofah against her crotch as you cleaned her final area. Moans leaked from her mouth, you couldn't tell if she was trying to mess with you. The sound hardened your dick, pressing against her soft sole, it rubbed back, stroking you through the water logged atmosphere.

Gaeul locked eyes with you. The tension coming to a final climax. "Get out, servant. I have another task for you."

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Gaeul laid against her pillows, the two of you fully naked. Completely ignoring the water dripping into the fabric of the sheets. Legs laid over your shoulders, "What do you want me to do miss?" You teased, breathing hot air into her folds. She was soaking wet, both from water and her own arousal. Her clit begged for your attention, not waiting for her answer as you gave it what it craved.

You sucked on her nub, swirling your tongue as she moaned. Legs tightening around your head as an affirmation of skill, inhaling her scent, a mixture of juices, vanilla and strawberries. Your mouth kept working on her bundle of nerves.

"Fuck that's my good little servant." Her hands massaged your scalp, nails scratching as it burned in pain. Your fingers found her awaiting hole, pressing in slowly as Gaeul started to accelerate her moans. The high pitch screams assaulted your eardrums, your mouth catching some of her juices, coating your lips as you continued your dual assault. Your fingers pushing in and out, her walls gripping against them as you serviced her. Having no resistance as her smooth juices gave you an easy gateway into her. Her body chasing an impossible high, you pulled away from her clit. "Miss, you taste so good" You gasped, fighting for oxygen.

Gaeul said very little, too overwhelmed by your actions, laying there with her arms sprawled to her side. "Fuck! Fuck me my servant!" You pulled your fingers out of her greedy cunt, angling your rigid cock against her bottom lips.

Her velvet walls gripped down on your length, coating it in her wetness as she tried to milk you for all you are worth. She screamed as the bed shaked under your shared bout of passion. Your legs burned as they exerted as much strength you could muster. "Fuck, miss! Your pussy is so good!" Gasping desperately for air as you resumed. "I'm gonna breed this tight cunt! You want that right? Don't you miss?" Your thrusts grew stronger as your balls slapped against her asshole, dick pistoning in and out.

"Yeah! Fuck, breed me! Cum in me!" She begged as her body jolted against your thrusts.

"I'm going to give you exactly what your slutty hole wants! Fill it with my load, fuck that guy in the future! You are mine!" You growled, rubbing her clit roughly. Her thighs were shaking in orgasmic pleasure, Gaeul's pussy accepting you greedily.

"Fuck, servant! I'm going to cum! Cum with me!" She shouted, the words bringing you closer to the edge.

You only had a few thrusts left, "I'm gonna cum! Breed my mistresses tight, greedy cunt!" You breathed out. Ropes shooting into her awaiting womb, stuffing her with cum as she came undone.

Your softening dick withdrew from Gaeul's used pussy, leaking cum pooled onto the mattress as you impregnated her. A mixture of juices meeting, showing your combined pleasure.

"That was so good, my servant... You have to clean me up" You chuckled, she was barking orders even after she took your cum.

"Yes miss."

No matter what happens, you and her had a now unbreakable bond.

[reidsgfbf]

sweet lips on mine || s. reid

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summary: after an incident with a hickey after spending the night, spencer decides to confront you about your nightly habits, only to get sidetracked warnings!: fem! reader!, unprotected p in v intercourse (wrap it before you tap it babes), hickeys, oral (f receiving), coming in pants (m), coming on stomach, the team tease spencer about the hickey, aftercare is implied but not outright mentioned i don't think a/n: ahh! my first smut fic, and just in time for valentines day too!! i hope you all enjoy!

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Spencer really should have known better than to stay at yours last night. But, alas, when the thunderstorm had started last night, and you had looked at him with those wide, innocent eyes of yours, begging him to stay the night, because ‘you know how many accidents there are during storms, Spence’, he had folded immediately. And now, here he was, late for work; with his shirt haphazardly tucked into his slacks, his tie loosened and his hair messy. He wasn’t even aware of the mark visible on his Adam’s apple that you had made whilst fast asleep. 

Though that lack of awareness did not last long, as the moment he walked into the bullpen, Morgan let out a loud whistle, attracting attention to him. JJ giggled, but tried to hide it behind her hand, though the way her blue eyes sparkled gave it away instantly. 

“Looks like someone had a good night.” Morgan wiggled his brows suggestively. 

“What? What do you mean?” Spencer furrowed his brows. 

“One, you’re late, two, your clothes are a mess, and three, you have a hickey the size of a cent on your neck.” Emily replied, and he turned bright red, the flush travelling up his neck to his hairline. 

After all, he could have sworn that he’d kept it chaste with you during the night. Nonetheless, he resolved himself to have a stern word with you when he got back to yours. 

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Finally, Spencer got home, (‘since when had he been calling your apartment home?’ a voice in the back of his mind wondered), and he found you in the bedroom, trying on some new clothes you’d bought, some discarded on the bed, some on the floor surrounding you. Well, clothes was a loose term. They were more like scraps of lacy fabric. You were currently modelling a pretty lilac bra, with tulle ruffles on the cups, and matching panties, that looked like they were made from ribbons. 

Spencer’s breath hitched, and all thoughts of reprimanding you for the hickey flew out of his mind, as blood began to rush down to his cock. You looked stunning, especially in the light of the fake candles you had compromised on when Spencer had panicked about you having actual candles burning whilst you slept. 

You turned around, and startled when you saw Spencer in the doorway, covering yourself up self-consciously. “Spencer! I didn’t hear you come in!” 

“Don’t cover yourself up, please, baby.” Spencer breathed, approaching you with a reverent look in his eyes, like you were an angel, sent down from the heavens to tempt foolish mortals like him. Once he was stood in front of you, he dropped to his knees, holding your hips as he stared up at you. Your cheeks flushed red, and a shy smile appeared on your face. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” you murmured, brushing a lock of his soft brown hair away from his face. The scent of honey wafted up, a reminder of his sweet shampoo. 

“Why?” he asked breathlessly, still gazing at you softly. 

A soft laugh bubbled from your lips. “It does things to me, Spen. So many things.” 

A smile stretched across Spencer’s lips and he laughed. “You do things to me, every day.” he admitted. “When you wake up in the morning, your hair all messy, when you find something you like and bring it home or take a photograph to show me, when you do so many little mundane things, that just make you look like an angel.” 

Heat rose up in your cheeks, and another laugh escaped you. “Spen-” 

“Let me worship you, please.” Spencer pleaded, cutting you off. “You deserve to be worshipped, baby. If you are an angel, then I am your most devout follower, worshipping the very ground you step on, and every breath you take, amazed that you even deign to breathe the same air as me.” 

Those words made you melt, and you let out a dreamy sigh. “Oh, Spencer.” 

“Can I make love to you, please?” he asked, his hazel eyes sparkling with adoration. How could you resist those pretty puppy dog eyes? Or the way his voice dropped to a whisper on the last word? 

“Darling, you don’t have to ask.” you replied, thumb tracing his lower lip as your fingers danced over his jawline. Spencer rose, and quickly cleared the bed, before grabbing your hips once more and laying you down on the plush duvet cover, and peppering soft kisses all over your face and neck. 

His hands wandered, finding their way to the fastener of your bra, waiting for your permission. You nodded, and he obeyed, his hands fumbling with the garment in his excitement. Once the garment was off, he chucked it over his shoulder and immediately began lavishing attention on your breasts, nibbling at the soft flesh, before latching his mouth onto a nipple, sucking and licking until it was hard, before doing the same to the other one. Then, he trailed kisses down your abdomen, until he reached the waistband of your panties. Without waiting for permission, he wormed them off you, and threw them behind him to join your bra, revealing your lower lips, glistening with your arousal. His cheeks flushed at the obscene sight, though the way his pupils dilated belied his true feelings. 

He spread your thighs gently with his hands, to reveal your pussy in all its glory; the swollen and throbbing nub that was your clitoris, the flushed look of your lips, and the slick arousal coming from your entrance. The sweet yet musky smell of your essence wafted up to his nose and he groaned, before hitching your legs up over his shoulders and diving into your pussy, beginning with a bold lick with the flat of his tongue, before settling on your clit, sucking and flicking the pearl with his tongue, eliciting a simply pornographic moan from you. He groaned against your pussy at the sound, feeling more blood rush down to his cock, which throbbed against the zipper of his trousers, making you moan again with the vibrations. He rutted slightly against the mattress as he ate you out, subconsciously craving relief. 

“Oh, Spencer!” you whined, hands reaching down to fist in Spencer’s hair. 

He continued his ministrations, slipping a finger into your entrance, seeking out the spongy tissue that consisted of your sweet spot. He curled his finger and was delighted to hear you whimper, tugging on his hair as a wave of pleasure washed over you. He inserted another finger and began pistoning them in and out as he suckled on your clit. 

Finally, your climax hit you with full force, and with a broken gasp, you came, arching your back and tightening your grip in Spencer’s hair as your arousal gushed over the lower half of his face. He continued to lick and suckle your clit through your orgasm, his hips stuttering as he spilled into his trousers. Once you came down from the high, he pulled away, pulling out his fingers and licking them clean, before wiping your fluids from his face with the back of his hand. You didn’t mention the wet spot on the front of his slacks, as he kissed you softly, letting you taste yourself on his lips. 

When he pulled away, that reverent expression was on his face once more. “Round two?” he asked, but you held up a hand, quickly grabbing your bottle of Pepsi and taking a swig to try and soothe your suddenly dry throat. Once you had recovered, you nodded. 

“Round two.” 

Spencer smiled and made quick work of his clothes, discarding them in the general direction of the lingerie you had been wearing. His cock was still hard, as if he hadn’t come only a few moments ago, the tip flushed a dusky pink, the veins crisscrossing the shaft throbbing with need. He wasn’t too big, perhaps a little above average, but his slimness made it seem bigger compared to the rest of him. A trimmed garden of curls surrounded the base of his cock, which meant sometimes his precome would drip into the curls. 

He rubbed the leaking head against your slit, moaning at the sensation, before lining himself up with your entrance. Slowly, but surely, he pushed in, sheathing himself inch by agonising inch. Once he was fully seated, he gave you a moment to adjust, before gently beginning to fuck you. No, fuck was too coarse of a word, it was more like making soft, sweet love. 

The pace was slow and gentle, as he nuzzled your neck and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, leaving little hickeys to bloom on your soft skin with each pass of his mouth. Perhaps this was his payback for the night before. 

Eventually, you were close once more to falling off the precipice into bliss. “Ah- Spencer, I’m gonna-” your words were cut off as your orgasm crashed over you, trailing off into a moan. Spencer was close too, and pulled out, his seed spurting out over your mound and stomach, painting it with lewd streaks of white. 

Once the two of you had cleaned up and recovered, you both snuggled up on the bed, ready for sleep to pull both of you into its warm embrace. It was then Spencer remembered what he had meant to talk to you about. 

“Oh yeah, where’d this hickey come from?” he pointed to the mark, and was surprised at how shy you looked. 

“I... bite in my sleep.” you admitted. “Sorry.” 

[missmonsteruniverse]

~Valentine’s Treat~

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Head Cannon

Themes: Fluff💖 Nsfw🔥

(Warnings: ⚠️Adult Content⚠️ Penetration, knotting, Mentions of blood)

Monsters: Werewolf🐺, Vampire🧛🏻, Minotaur🐂, Naga🐍, Dragonborn🐉

~~~(Late to be a Valentine’s Day update, but hope you all had a wonderful Valentine’s Day)~~~

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~~~ It’s Valentine’s Day, a happy day. What does your monster lover have planned for you on this special occasion ~~~

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Your werewolf lover who’s so excited about today, that early morning he had gone out to buy your favorite coffee and a breakfast bagel sandwich along with your favorite flowers. Once he got home he went to the bedroom placing the things on the bedside table as he, leans over the bed coaxing you to awaken, as you wake up and sit up sleepily, you smile softly as he hands you your coffee and bagel sandwich. His tail happily sways as you enjoy your little breakfast. As you ate he set up a cozy and relaxed bath for you, candles lit, the bath water warm, filled with vanilla scented soaps. Throughout the day your werewolf lover, did little things for you, from the breakfast, flowers, warm bath, a cuddle session while watching movies to ordering your favorite food, sure it wasn’t a whole spontaneous experience but it was the thought that he did the best he could do for you that mattered the most.

As the sun started to set, you and your werewolf lover had a movie playing but it was long forgotten and simply in the background , as he had you straddling his lap, grinding you along his hard cock, whining out softly as he licked and nipped at your hard nipples. Your werewolf lover has you laying back on the sofa you legs resting over his furry shoulders as he thrusts into you in a frenzy, as he lets out little growls and whines of pleasure, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, your lover thrusts once more as he is coming deep into you, to then push deeper knotting you with his knot. Burying his face into your neck he murmur a soft, “Happy Valentine’s Day”.

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Your vampire lover is such a romantic fucker, he had a whole spa session appointment set ready for you, from a body message, to a facial, to getting your hair done and makeup and of course a new manicure and pedicure. As you were out having your spa session he was at his estate setting up the dinning room, with red candles, either bouquets of red and white roses, with a bottle of your favorite wine, and in the kitchen, the lobster, steak, mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables cooked to perfection. Having rose petals streaming from the front door to the dinning room up to your shared bed room, where on the bed had a heart of rose petals, vanilla scented candles set around and more bouquets of white roses along with your favorite flowers. And a basket of goodies set on the bed. Everything was ready for tonight’s dinner he had prepared.

Once you enter your home you gasp softy at the sight of your vampire lover in a black suit, his red eyes shining with a gleam of happiness to seeing you so beautiful and well refreshed from your spa appointment, “welcome home my love” he murmurs with his deep voice as his arms wrap around your waist pulling you close, kissing you sweetly, “head to our room my love, dress into the dress I have laid out on the bed for you and join me in the dinning room”. As you enter the bed room you are greater with the basket of goodies, a gorgeous red dress and multiple bouquets of roses and your favorite flowers, you happily dress into the gown, and looked through the basket spotting beautiful earrings, your favorite snacks, skin care products and some makeup products.

You absolutely love the dinner your vampire lover prepared for you the atmosphere he created with the roses, candles along with the fireplace in the background crackling. After the wonderful dinner and a bottle of wine shared between the two of you, you both were in your shared room, he had you pushed up against the your dress pushed up with you legs wrapped around his waist, the bother you having a heated make out session. The next moment he has you on your shared bed, the both of you naked, he thrusting into you, his mouth on your breast sucking on it. With your permission he bites your neck his fangs puncturing as he drank your sweet blood as he fucked you. Pulling away from your neck slightly licking the slight blood he murmurs out to you, “you’re absolutely perfect my love, Happy Valentine’s Day”.

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Your Minotaur lover, this sweet gentle giant had no idea what Valentine’s Day was before getting in a relationship with you, but now he absolutely loved the holiday as for him the holiday was made just for you, that morning he cuddled you happily, gently kissing your neck as his large hands roamed over you body, gently gripping your soft flesh, murmuring softly, “I love you, happy Valentine’s Day”

It was afternoon as you were at the entrance of your shared cave home cooking some meat and roasted vegetables for lunch as you hear his steps as he returned your turn to him and see and flower crown he had made for you, you smile softly as you loved it. Wearing your flower crown, you both ate and spent the day by the river stream. You both laid on a fur blanket resting from swimming as your lover gently caresses your form.

Once the sun was setting your Minotaur lover takes you home to your shared cave home, walking past the entrance/kitchen area and past the vine like curtains into the open cave den, he walks around the privacy room divider and sets you gently down on the bed of furs. Beginning to kiss you as his hands undressed you. He pulls you to have your lower body off the bed, gently grinding his large cock against you awaiting entrance. Your Minotaur lover had a large stamina which you got used to over the course of your relationship with him, soon sitting against the headboard of the bed having you over him bouncing you along his length grunting softly and ears flicking ever so often as he watched you eagerly riding him. Leaning forward agianst his chest, sweaty and panting softly you feel his arms wrapping tightly around your body nuzzling his face into your neck murmuring sweetly, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet flower”.

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Naga lover who lives in a temple in the outskirts of the village. From the first day of February you gushed about the whole day of Valentine’s Day, slightly hinting to your lover that as it was your first Valentine’s Day together as a couple you craved something cute, but to only receive his nonchalant hiss, on the day of Valentine’s Day you went to his temple in the morning hoping for at least some flowers and quality time to spend the day together but he wasn’t even home, laying on his bed you sigh sadly, ending up falling asleep.

As it was the afternoon you roll slightly on the bed as you felt something tickling your nose, and once again, slowly sitting up you stretch opening your eyes you look around letting a small gasp out, the marble pillars were covered with twisting vines with flowers on them, candles scattered around creating a warm ambience, vases of roses round the room, “Happy Valentine’s Day” your hear your naga lover speak lowly with a hint of blush on his face, turning to look at him you smile as he held a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your lover also set up a lavish bath for you to share together, the water warm, the scent of strawberries filling the room, the sound of the water fountain in the background.

Sitting over the silk sheets of his bed, your lover massaged rose petal scented body oil over your skin, kneading your muscles, slowly caressing the flesh of your thighs. With the soft hum of your voice your lover dips his head down kissing your thighs moving closer to where you craved him most, but moves to kiss your hip bone smirking at the slight sound of your protest. He then is continuing to kiss up to your chest, then to your lips, nestling his hips close to your own hips he begins to gently grind to coax his slit to open to reveal his two cocks to you. Letting out soft hisses he thrusts the larger of his lengths into you thrusting into the warmth of you, In the sweet embrace of you he lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, gently kissing at your thigh to then biting down at the feeling of your hand coming to jerk his other length. At the end of the passion he lays down on the bed, still hilted deep within you, his coils wrapping around you, absorbing the warmth you are, laying there in each others arms in a blissful silence he spoke out softly, “Hope I made up for making you think I wasn’t going to do nothing for you on this special day, Happy Valentine’s Day my precious warmth”.

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Your Dragon born lover who owns a jewelry shop in the city, he creates his own jewelry, and has a large variety of gems, on Valentine’s Day your lover keeps the shop closed wanting to spend the special day with you, he reserved a table for you both to have dinner, at a fancy roof top garden restaurant, as your getting ready your dragon born lover comes up behind you whispering how beautiful you looked as he then moved to gently put on a golden choker and shoulder chains decorated with the gem of your birth month. You gasp out softly as you look at the beautiful jewelry from the mirror, “you made this” you murmur softly. “One of a kind, just for you” your lover murmured softly to you turning you around his clawed hands on your hips, “Beautiful” he speaks out.

As the both of you sit at your table enjoying your meal, and each other’s company, you both relish at the fireworks that were released into the sky, the dinner was delicious, his gift beautiful, as you could only imagine the work he put into created the one of a kind design of the jewelry, but above all the fact of just spending the day with your lover was the best.

Back home in your shared room your lover gently removes your dress, as he speaks softly, “you know you looked absolutely beautiful with the your new jewelry, and with your pretty dress at dinner tonight, but now all I want is to see you riding my cock wearing the pretty jewels I made for you”. Smiling softly you move reaching up hugging you lover, kissing his jaw, Next moment he picks you up wrapping my legs around his waist move towards the bed, sitting down to have you straddle him. The heat of the night picks up as you both share passionate kisses, as he also nipped love marks over your chest and jaw. You gently push him back to lay on the bed grinding along his ridged and bumpy length, coating it with your arousal, gripping your hips your lover watched eagerly as you guided him into you, taking his large size fully. With the both of you letting out moans of pleasure, you begin with a gentle grinding movement, to a then more urgent bouncing pace. Your lover lets out sweet praises to you, watching your every movement, your jewelry slightly jingling.

At the end of your throes of passion with your lover, you settle down laying on his frame, both of you panting slightly, wrapping his warms around you he spoke, “gods I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day my treasure”.

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[spiderluvbot]

����TAKE ME BACK TO THE NIGHT WE MET ! jacaerys velaryon.

pairing — modern!jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader. summary — apparently, sleepovers are for meeting future boyfriends. genre — fluff, slice of life, first meetings. notes — this is pretty short, but i wanted to post something as a late valentine's day gift (it was meant to be a valentine's day gift but i spent all day yapping about cobra kai to my bby @orchidveil). hope you enjoy it 💗💗💗 warnings — none. word count — 1.101

this is part of my how to lose a guy in 10 days series.

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

jace got up from his bed one more time, exhaustion weighing him down, tense muscles groaning as he paced around the bedroom. a part of him wanted to leave helaena and her new friend alone, but it was nearing four a.m. and a bigger part of him needed at least two hours of sleep before they left for the lake house.

he sluggishly reached her door, his fist hovering in the air in doubt before finally knocking.

the door swung open almost instantly—but it wasn’t helaena. instead, he was met with a pajama-clad stranger with her face caked in shades of white and pink.

a cute stranger, with sparkly eyes and plump, glossy lips.

"uh, hi." the girl stared at him with wide eyes, her hand lifting in something that looked almost like a wave as she whispered awkwardy.

his eyes drifted past her. he could see helaena standing in front of her bathroom mirror (with a similar look, but changing the pink for yellow and bright green) and an episode of rupaul's drag race paused in the tv.

"hi, it's nice to finally meet you." he answered tiredly, offering what he hopped was a polite smile, before leaning against the doorframe in an attempt to catch his aunt's attention. "helaena, can we talk?"

as if she had just noticed his presence, she turned excitedly, running towards him with a handful of brushes and crashing against you in an attempt not to fall down. "jace! this is my friend y/n."

smiling at her antics, jace turned to you and reached a hand. "jacaerys."

"jacaerys?" you raised your eyebrows, which at the moment were nothing but thin, dark red lines, before shaking his hand.

he chuckled, looking down for a second. he liked the way you said his name.

"yeah, uh, jace." his cheeks had started to feel warm; your touch left a tingling sensation on his skin. he reached up to scratch his neck, trying to ignore the feeling your hand had left in his. "she talks a lot about you."

"all good things, i hope." you smiled at him, and the fluttering in his chest started waking him up more and more by the second.

"all good things, yeah." he whispered breathlessly. he turned back to his aunt, clearing his throat before discreetly nodding towards the hallway. "hel?"

she only frowned, not seeming to understand the gesture, before gasping in recognition.

"are we being too loud again? aemond came to complain about it a few minutes ago."

jace stole yet another glance your way. you stood quietly next to helaena, staring at him with a worried frown, and before he knew, it all of his complaints were gone.

"no, it's fine. i can't sleep anyways." bullshit. he had been trying to get a decent sleep for the past five hours, and the constant waking up was already taking a tool on him. but you were prettier when you smiled instead of looking concerned. "i was just wondering if you guys wanted some popcorn."

his fingers twitched nervously against his leg as helaena's gaze flicked back and forth between him and her friend. he hated popcorn, he's always hated popcorn. and right now he was praying to anyone that would listen that she didn't remember that small fact.

"sure, thanks!"

the breath of relief he was about to let out was cut short when helaena shut the door in his face. still, he couldn't help but walk away with a smile as he heard you chastise her for it.

a few minutes later he was sitting in the dark in the kitchen counter next to a big bowl, face smashed against his fist and eyes fighting to stay open as the hum of the microwave kept him awake.

he heard the wooden floor squeak and turned to find you approaching with hesitant footsteps, your hands tucked behind your back.

the make up was gone, replaced by those under eye patches that helaena liked to keep around, and he could finally see you fully. even in the dim light, you were prettier than he’d thought before.

"hey, i thought you could use some help."

he watched as you pulled the chair next to his, his eyes accidentally drifting to the sliver of skin between your shirt and shorts before he mentally scolded himself.

"hey! what happened with the—" he pointed to his face in explanation.

"oh, yeah i'm all clean now. sorry about that," you grimaced. "we're really into rupaul, apparently."

"what were you meant to be?" he asked.

"well i was meant to be marie antoinette, and i think helaena wanted to look like a mantis."

jace let out a small laugh, getting up as the microwave stopped. he saw you pull three glasses from the cupboard, and focused on the way your own laugh sounded as you walked past him.

the light from the refrigerator illuminated your face, momentarily distracting him as he poured the popcorn into the bowl. he hoped you hadn’t noticed him fumbling to pick up a few stray pieces.

"what do you want?" you asked, showing him two different bottles, but he wasn't paying attention to that. the soft light made your skin look warm, and his fingers itched to touch it while tucking away the stray strand of hair falling over your face.

"whatever you’re having is fine." he said with a small smile, waiting for you to finish.

once you headed back upstairs —and the two of you were in front of helaena's room once more— he allowed himself to stand closer to you, sure that the darkness would hide the prominent blush on his face, and handed you the bowl.

"i tought you were gonna have some too." you said, although it sounded more like a question.

"take it, i'm not that hungry." he shrugged.

"thanks, jace." you smiled brightly, handing him his glass before stepping inside and placing everything on helaena's nightstand.

he really liked the way you smiled, he liked the fact that you were smiling at him even more.

"wait!" he winced at his loud outburst as he watched you reappear in the doorway. "are you coming with us tomorrow? for the trip?"

"oh, yeah." you smirked, your pretty eyes teasing him. "you're gonna have to deal with me all week."

"i'm looking forward to it." he murmured to himself as he watched you close the door, too busy hurrying helaena out of the bathroom to look at him.

he didn't sleep at all that night, even when the two of you did. he was too busy thinking about you.

[avaredava]

Hey!!! So I was wondering if you’d be down to write Megumi smut for valentines or one of those posts with multiple characters (please include my man I would literally beg 🙏🙏🙏🙏) of doing lovey dovey things before absolutely DESTROYING y/n’s insides once the clock hits freak o clock

PUH-LEASE and thank you! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 LOVE YOUR WRITING POOKS 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

MERCI my love, I shall gift you your request 😖

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MDNI

Master list's

Not proof read

⯌ Sum

Megumi on valentines day (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

⯌ Wc

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⯌Warnings

Oral (m! receiving), mating press, really sweet megumi, kinda a sappy one, Light Dom/Sub dynamics, Mentions of bodily fluids, cream pies, rough sex, some people might have heard it (thin walls), moaning + whimpering, intense thrusting, raw sex (wrap before you tap ya'll), sensitivity, cleaning up, cuddling, head massages, little bit of a breeding kink, Size Kink

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Megumi has never been romantic. But when he saw you pouting scrolling on Instagram looking at couples and flowers and shit like that. For some reason that made something light within him.

It made him slightly jealous, you looking at other men maybe wishing it was him. Yeah fuck, he has to change that. He quickly goes to the mall hoping Nobara wouldn't see him that would be fucking embarrassing.

He ran into a flower shop with a black hoodie on with the hood up and hands in pockets trying to get this over with. But then he saw the most gorgeous lively roses ever.

They were perfect just like you.

But they weren't special. So he went to a dollar store and grabbed some art supplies. He realized how down he is for a girl but then again, you aren't just some girl.

That's how he ended up sitting at his desk in his dorm with his tongue poking out more concentrated then ever making some flowers that you can always keep and they will never die and they are made by him.

Gojo walks in and he jumps out of concentration and burns himself with the hot glue gun. And he hissed and glared at Gojo. "I'm a little busy here."

"Aw, are you making stuff for your little girlfriend? You both are the cutest sorcerers! My little babies are getting so much older!" He wiped his dry cheeks like he was crying. God this man was annoying.

"Take her to the fancy Italian place she loves it! And take this." Gojo gives his black card to him and skips off. He rolls his eyes but he does remember you talking about that place.

_

He finished the flowers with different coloured and shaped paper made flowers, and pipe cleaners as stems. He tied them together with some pink string making a bow with the flowers in between.

He walks to your dorm and opens the door to sleeping on the ground. He lets out a smile and a huff. He shakes you awake with a kiss and kisses your forehead.

You wake up and get up and take the flowers. "Aw 'Gumi..." You kiss his face and he scowls. His heart was fluttering his cheeks with a pink haze, he did actually really like it so he didn't pull away.

"Okay that's enough." He mumbles with a grumpy look on his face but he kisses your head anyway.

"I love them they must've took so long..." He gently smiles and nods. "Why wouldn't I?" You smile then you like out a small gasp of excitement.

You grab a white hoodie with red lipstick kisses in sections on it and give it to him. "I love it baby." He does that small smile of his that makes your heart flutter.

He takes off his original sweater he had on without a shirt under showing his abs. You stop him from putting the new sweater on. You brush across his happy tail pulling at his sweats dropping to your knees.

His cheeks go that pretty red as you take his pale pinkish cock out. You kiss the tip and his hips jolt. He lets out a breathy moan that makes your thighs clench.

You both of your dorms are on either side of Yuji's and one bad thing is that Yuji is in it right now. You grab his thigh trying to make him more quiet. But god you love his noises.

You bob your head along his cock, he falls against the bed behind him laying flat with his eyes fully shut with you still sucking.

He's letting out harsh pants trying to get quieter but it just made the tension hotter. Him sexier. You sucked harder like trying to make the most purple hickey making him let out the sweetest moan and cum.

"Fuck- I love you, felt so good." He babbled. It felt good that he was in the position you're usually in. You crawl up beside him and tuck his sweaty head in your stomach caressing his hair.

His eyes are heavy, and of course they shut instantly after him falling asleep. His face is gentle and not scrunched up like normal. It's calm and cute.

You realized he was kinda loud and you chuckled softly. You know Yuji's gonna be a pain later. He's not the kinda neighbour that complains when it's loud sex. More make fun.

He eventually waked him and snuggled closer, completely oblivious to the fact he's being fucking adorable and not tough and stubborn.

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After getting him cleaned up you both went to that Italian place with Gojo's card of course.

The whole time you both were eating he thought about how you made him seem pathetic and how he is gonna get you fucking bad.

Ruin every single part of you till everyone around the dorms knows you're getting dicked down.

That's how you ended up with your legs on his shoulders with your knees pushing against your tits and your hands rubbing his back. You would never scratch at his back his skin's too sensitive.

You love him too much for that.

But your hands on his skin is enough to getting him thrusting fast. His hips snapping at a frightening, fast pace. He pushes you into a tighter mating press his tip massaging your sweet spots making you whimper so sweetly for him.

His breath is hot against your neck as he pants making you holler more and tighten around his dick. "F-Fuck your tight!" He gasps into your ear.

Your throat is raw from moaning and screaming. Now you're just letting out little gasps and whining. "You're so deep." You muster up to say in a quiet voice.

Since Megumi's hitting it raw and of course he has manners he mumbles. "Let me cum inside please Y/N." With that tone how could you say no? You nod.

He cums inside warming your walls you squeeze around his cock cumming with him for the nth time tonight. But his dick was getting to sensitive and your joints were starting to hurt so he pulled out.

Cum drizzles out of your hole making him massage your thighs feeling slightly bad for wearing you out. But then again that was the objective.

He kissed your forehead while wiping your pussy with a warm cloth making sure you're clean. He pulled the blankets up holding you close. He massages your head whispering,

"Happy valentines day."

[happyminyards]

#i know its kind of played for comedy here but it's actually devastating that kinn's first instinct when he's being woken up is to reach for#his gun or some kind of weapon and this isn't the only time we see it either this is a regular occurance for him#it only changes after their forest arc when him and porsche become a Thing and share a bed he doesn't wake up scared anymore#it makes me wonder like. when did this start? and why? yeah he's the heir to their little mafia empire so he's probably paranoid when he's#asleep because it makes him feel vulnerable but it feels like so much more than just paranoia it feels deliberate and fearful#kinn wakes up afraid - and afraid is one of the emotions we hardly get to see kinn deal with during the show.#even when he's got a gun aimed at his head or kidnapped in the back of a van he's still so stoic and impassive but not here not like this#i wonder when he was being trained up to take tankhun's place as the heir how often his father woke him up with exercises like this#how often he had bodyguards or people he paid enact a scenario where he's kidnapped and/or hurt whilst he's asleep#how often his father drilled into him the importance of always being ready for a fight and to never let his guard down even when he's#supposed to be resting he can't relax - if he relaxes he's dead. it's why he whips out a weapon so fast as soon as he's woken up#i wonder how often korn did it - it had to be frequently enough to drill this into him as a reflex#i wonder if he was afraid of going to sleep when he was a kid bcs he knew what might be waiting for him once he did#and i wonder how often korn punished him for not being prepared enough. for not instantly grabbing for a weapon and fighting.#god he must have trusted porsche so much even at first to sleep next to him bcs that won't have been an easy reflex to ignore#every breath or little snore or elbow to his ribs i wonder if he jolted awake and his fingers flexed to reach for his gun or a weapon#but then there was porsche's warm breath against his neck and his head on his chest and he just. didn't. he felt safe again.#fucking kill me#kinnporsche#kinn x porsche#kinn anakinn#porsche pachara#q ( @kinnsporsche )

At least we got a place to sleep. KINNPORSCHE: THE SERIES (2022) dir. Khom Kongkiat

[oceansnotebook]

batboys and valentine’s day ♡

things the batboys would do for you on v-day!

completely sfw!

Dick would go all out. He would start by bringing you breakfast in bed to eat together, before he led you to the bathroom to show you a nice candlelit bath. He’d take you out the whole day shopping, you could go anywhere you wanted.

For lunch, he brought you to your favorite little cafe, getting you coffee/tea and croissants. He would be at your side the whole day. He was also very nervous all day though, he booked a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in blue-haven, he hoped it would pull through and work. (Which it did, and was wonderful)

After the lovely dinner, you and dick walked back home in the moonlight. Once you got home, you accidentally surprised each other by giving one another a bouquet of flowers.

Tim wouldn't bring it up or talk about it, but he did have something planned, he had been planning weeks in advance actually.

Tim had been texting you all day to make sure you weren’t busy and that you would be home, he didn’t tell you why though because he thought that it would be more romantic if it was a surprise.

Later in the evening, Tim comes over to your house with a bouquet with your favorite flowers and a bag with candy. He thought it would be nice to have a movie night with you.

For the rest of the night, the two of you ate snacks and watched your guys favorite movies. (You fell asleep on the couch together)

Jason would forget- but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try. Once he wakes up and looks at his phone to see the date, he immediately gets dressed and goes to the nearest store to buy “romantic” stuff for you.

When he comes back home, he prays you’re still asleep so it doesn’t look like he forgot. Once he arrives and notices are you are in fact, not asleep he immediately feels embarrassed and a little upset that he forgot about Valentine’s Day.

Once you reassure him you’re not mad, and grateful that he still took the time and effort to go out to the store for you, he feels a lot better. He’ll give you the chocolates and teddy bear he bought and kiss your forehead.

You spend the rest of the day baking cupcakes and eating the chocolates together. ♡

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. ╰(*´︶`*)╯

Stay hydrated and love yourself today!

[always1star]

valentines day with jjk men

Gojo who goes all out: taking the day off, spending thousands of dollars, making sure the day is absolutely perfect for his darling. He takes Valentine’s day very seriously. He wakes you up with your favorite breakfast in bed, one that he spent way too long making in the very early hours in the morning. He finishes off breakfast by gifting you a considerably large bouquet of red roses and a teddy bear the size of an actual bear. He beckons you to eat and get ready so you two can spend the rest of your day together. You go shopping (and come home with armfuls of designer shopping bags), go to a restaurant (that costs basically your entire paycheck for the appetizer alone), and drive around the city in one of his all-too-nice cars. You both fall asleep the second you come home, exhausted from all the love shared throughout the day. 

Geto who likes to treat Valentine’s day as if it were any other date. Don’t get me wrong though, because every date with him is special and unforgettable. He picks you up from your workplace with an assortment of purple, pink, white, and red flowers. He plants a kiss on your lips as you get into his car, and the two of you head to the restaurant that you seem to always come back to. Dinner is eaten, conversations are spoken, and the two of you head back home to watch a movie. Whether it be The Notebook or The Conjuring, movies are always enjoyable with him. The two of you bundle up under one blanket on the couch and share a couple snacks, very much enjoying your Valentine’s this year.

Nanami who prefers to do Valentine’s at home. Although going out and spoiling you is nice too, he would much rather stay at home with you. A mundane day is his favorite, considering his incredibly demanding life. So, for Valentine’s day, he skips out on whatever overtime he may be forced into, and comes home to you with some white tulips. You two make and have a candlelit dinner, bake a cake, watch a shitty romcom, have a warm bath while talking about your days, and sleep entangled with each other. It’s nothing special, but it’s something the both of you couldn’t keep yourselves from looking forward to. 

Toji who truly is trying his best. It almost makes you hysterical, seeing him be so stupified by a holiday for love, but you know he just wants to try for you. He comes home with totally irrelevant gifts: lilies (which is normal), a whisk, red towels, and play-doh. You’re dying laughing, clenching onto your core and holding onto the counter for support as you fall over from laughing. He’s just utterly mortified. So, in an attempt to make it up, Toji invites you out to dinner. Toji loves to see you all dressed up, so this is great for him too. He treats you to dinner, but the wait for a table during Valentine’s is absurdly long at every restaurant. Toji ends up taking you to get some random ramen place he knows, and after treating you to ice cream. The two of you come home and fall asleep. Some people may not have considered your day favorable, but you think it’s absolutely perfect and wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 

Sukuna who doesnt give a single flying fuck about Valentine’s day. But, he is willing to give it a chance this time around, just for you. He grumbles as he walks through the store staring at all the people deciding what to buy for their loved ones. He eventually picked up a box of chocolates, a bouquet of pink carnations, and a white stuffed bear because those just happened to be the things that were popular amongst other shoppers. He looks online for date ideas, and figures tickets to a museum wouldn’t be so bad. He surprises you with the gifts when you come home, and you are so excited. He thinks that maybe this whole “Valentine’s” ordeal isn’t so bad after all. He’s trying, and maybe soon he will see improvement, and that’s wonderful to you. 

lowkey a filler post bc my real valentines special is not done... enjoy this instead. happy valentines, everyone!

[transformers-spike]

I've been loving all the sparkling hc and such it's giving me brain rot

You're sleeping in bed until you wake up and see your creepy little cybertronian daughter with a frowny face emoticon on her face screen.

"I threw up." She has a similarly monotone as Soundwave.

Also I'm imagining the human partner lives on earth while soudwave works back on the nemesis till his shift ends.

She likes to wrap her tentacles around you for hugs.

KO with split spark sparklings

One is a little angel baby princess who hates getting dirty or scratches on her paint and would rather play indoors. Knockout had to physically carry her at times because she refuses to walk or drive on dirt.

The other is a menace to society, loves driving fast even if it means wrecking himself. Absolutely enjoys human culture and earth as a planet. Best friendsb with Breakdown's sparkling. Sweet kid but is a huge mess maker.

You try not to snort as your kids hands Knockout an entire rose bush, stem, roots, dirt and all.

"I love it" Knockout smiles through thinly veiled disgust and your sparkling beams.You end up planting it in the back garden.

Starscream's kid is 100% his pride and joy even though he tries to pretend like she's not. His sparkling would either be the most arrogant thing possible or super sweet no in-between. When she's too small to fly on her own she rides in his cockpit but as she gets bigger they fly together and he definitely shows her fancy flight maneuvers. Father-daughter dates because he wants her to have high standards.

You watch your daughter's wings droop and lower derma pout as she begs you for the toys from her favorite cartoon.

"Pleeeeeeaase, they're limited time edition."

Her puppy dog eyes might work on Starscream but not you....right, right? Stay strong soldier.

I like to imagine megs with a daughter aswell (you get a daughter and you get a daughter 🫵) while it would be karmic debt to get a kid whos really sensitive it's much funnier if the child is a gremlin.

"Your time is up Megatron."

Optimus points his blaster down at him but he catches something the corner of his optic. A sparkling jumps infront of Megatron before Optimus can shoot him.

"Using your own sparkling as a shield is low even fo-"

He's cut off as Megs daughter tranforms into a gun and shoots him.

"You were saying, Prime"

Gun alt mode is so fucking funny to me.

YESSSSSS I LOVE THE SPARKLING BRAINROT Soundwave's kid is the scariest most intelligent baby ever. Very affectionate with her mom, but also very likely to eliminate whatever she thinks is "threatening" her caretaker. Her creepy voice is perfection - makes me wonder if her dad ever speaks to her despite his vow of silence - or if he just sticks to EM field communication Lmao Knock Out's split-sparks are are his punishment for being the way he is. They each adopted some of his worst traits lmao. You'd think the twins don't get along but - no - it's even worse. One of them is great at manipulation, while the other is an adrenaline junkie who keeps crashing into his sire's pedes - together, they're unstoppable. If they unite forces with Breakdown's kid, they'll end the world together I personally loveeee the concept of Starscream starting off being like ew towards his own child before eventually bonding with her and being overwhelmed by his need to protect this part of himself. Still in denial abt it- even tho he shadows her constantly during flights and acts way nicer than he does to anyone else. Also the type of parent who refuses to think his kid has done anything wrong lol Megatron with a feral daughter is the best. I'm telling you, she's been gnawing on him since day one. Imagine she turns into something similar to G1 Galvatron's alt-mode - a turret-gun of sorts. She may not cause all that much damage, but her role model is carnage incarnate. Now watch her follow in his pede-steps