#tried doing locs today

[camels-pen]

nothing special

[solefae]

𝐊𝐊 𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐗 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. just kk being kk….

📝: todays my birthday!!! 💋🎀 so I thought giving you guys a treat! 🤍 (back in my active era ��😝!)

── kk absolutely adores it when you play with her hair.

── Since you're a hairstylist, she lets you do things to her hair, like doing box braids and etc. If she's ever in the mood, she'll sit down for hours at a time and let you style her locs in any way you want.

── Sometimes when you're doing her hair, she'll take pics of you and put it on social media with a cute caption behind it.

• kk leans back in the chair she’s sitting in, a big smile on her face as she takes numerous pictures of you styling and retwisting her locs. You’re standing behind her, focused on the locs you’re doing, meanwhile she’s just smiling, taking pictures and videos, and just taking you in.

“You look so good doing that ma.”

She says as she keeps taking pictures, her phone is just pointed directly at you.

After you finish the final twist, she sits in the chair for a moment, thinking of a caption she can put on the photos and videos she took. Her fingers quickly started tapping on her screen to type out the caption, which came out to be:

“When bae knows what to do with them hands…🤍”

── She jokingly calls you a 'hair-head' whenever you start nerding out and telling her the difference between box braids and goddess braids and etc.

── While you work, a few of your male clients try to flirt and talk to you, but when kk sees all the men try and flirt with YOU, she gets hella pissed and is about to get up and start beating their ass, but she tries to remain calm whenever you're around.

── When you style her locs, she'll sometimes fall asleep because thats how good it feels. You get her to lay down with pillows around her, and you proceed to do her hair, and in the middle of you doing your thing, she's out like a light.

── In fact, a few times her teammates asked you to do their hair, so you did it.

── She loves it whenever you just randomly start playing with her locs while she's playing games, studying, or doing something.

── There have been numerous of times where you've seen her scrolling on Pinterest, looking at hair inspiration. "Hey mama, do you think I could pull this off?" She asks every single time.

── When you bring her your 'test dummies' (which is basically old wigs for wigs your making to improve your skills) she loves trying them on. She always asks for your opinion afterwards.

── she ALWAYS hypes you up when you do your own hair. For example, one time you posted a video of you in a new lacefront you did yourself on instagram, she was the first person to like, comment, repost & everything 😭😭

• “ouuu bae atee this hairstyle upppp😍😍!!” she commented

── Just like men, if any woman seems a little too interested in you while youre doing a service, shes gonna throw up an eyebrow and give the woman a little side eye.

── The few times she'll see you in wigs/lace front is sometimes when she comes over after a long day and she sees you with a long black wig on, and she'll jokingly tell you that you look like her mom 🤦🏽‍♀️😭

[lionar0und]

Dada! - Leona fic

Leona has some conflicted feelings about his baby This is mostly my late night rambling

Warnings - Fem reader Kinda, mostly leona and cub centered, Small doses of traumatized Leona

Special thanks to @queen-shiba for all her help. Thanks Bestie!

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Leona loves his sleep. It's a known fact that he almost loves sleep more than he loves his wife.

Almost. He certainly loves her enough for-

"Dada!"

There she is. Leona has...conflicted feelings about being a father. His wife wanted a cub, so they had a cub. He wanted to continue his legacy anyway...but Seven, he's struggling.

It was fine at first - mildly unnerving, but fine. You were struggling, and he hated it. But you wanted Melody so badly. He can't ignore the adrenaline rush he felt when he first felt his cub kicking; or the jolts of joy whenever he held you, arms around you and holding your belly.

But now that she's here?

She's beautiful. She's everything he never thought he could love that he would live for. He'd die for her to but dying is just sleep to him...and sleep is easy. It's numb and comfortable. But living? Waking from bliss to feed his tiny mewling cub as she wails, face red and tiny fists shaking is hard. Giving up some of his late nights out, facing the embarrassment of her sobbing at royal functions; all those judging eyes watching?

Yeah. That's rough.

Really rough.

Today's rough too - He only just got back from another Spelldrive practice, and now that hes a pro, his energy has to be up to play!

But duty calls.

"DADA!"

"Oi, don't shout at baba," He grumbles weakly, "It's late, nugget."

"I want hair." She huffs. For a second his heart stirs. She has your eyes.

"You have hair. See? It's right here." He tapped her head...and it started again. The instant panic because what if his nails are too sharp? What if he hurt her?

He represses the urge to throw up when remembering the feeling of his own parent's claws raking over his eye.

"No dada. Your hair. Pretty!"

"My hair? Baby, what-" He is cut off by a sharp tug on his hair.

Oh.

"You want locs?" It's more of a surprised gruff squeak than anything else. "You want your hair to look like mine?"

"Yes!" She squeals excitedly, hopping on the bed with him. "Hair like yours!"

Shit. Shit, he doesn't do his own hair! He's a prince, he has a stylist-

"Dada?"

Damn it...look at that sweet face. Funny, he didn't realize Melody had his grumpy face.

"Alright, come here grumpy cat." He quickly grabbed his phone. "Kifaji? Yeah...bring me all that hair stuff my stylist uses and my tablet stand."

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As Leona works diligently, he silently notes to raise his stylists salary.

Melody is squirmy after a while...but luckily his baby girl is just as nerdy as him. Nothing a chess tournament on TV can't fix. Besides, hes a good multitasker! He watches the how-to video on his Ipad while carefully doing his precious cub's hair and violently judging the shitty chess plays.

How many more clips does he need? This kid has a lot more hair than he thought...

"Almost done?"

"Almost baby." He grumbles, trying to pick up the clip he dropped.

Sevens, his hands are sore! Twisting Melody's hair lovingly yet firmly, he feels that familiar bubble of annoyance. Why can't the royal stylist just do this instead?

Stop it, Leona. He thinks bitterly. Be the dad you wanted. Suck up being tired! You overblotted and still played spelldrive after! This is for your cub!

But it's been over an hour. And he is so, so tired. And he has practice tomorrow.

And his baby girl wants to be just like him.

He tries to ignore the weird feeling in his throat he gets when those doubts creep in again.

Come on man. Just a bit longer.

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Almost two hours later, he's done. He's oddly proud of himself. And his reward?

He gets to go deaf!

Melody is squealing in glee now, running around with her tiny mirror.

"I look just like dada!" The tired dad hears her screaming down the hall. It's making him feel oddly smug, too. He actually did it.

Finally, he can reap his rewards. Snuggled tightly into his bed and using your maternity pillow he stole , he can finally sleep.

"DADA I WANNA PLAY DOLLS!"

...but for his baby girl, maybe sleep can wait until tomorrow.

[butterfly-writer]

My Brat

Dabi x Male!Reader Summary: Dabi is quite the brat. During a mission, he did not listen to Y/N’s commands towards the team and he is not happy with Dabi’s defiance. After ignoring Dabi for weeks, he finally owns up to his actions.

★☽A/N: My friend kinda(?) begged me to make a male ! I’m still shocked that the first one got 87+ notes… You guys are real freaky! But so am I for writing it-

Contents: SMUT - Dom|Top Male!Reader - Sub|Bottom Dabi - Brat Taming; Hair Pulling; Pain and Pleasure Play; Degradation; Praise; Forced Orgasm / Orgasm Control; Overstimulation; Impact Play

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This fucking brat..

Y/N thought as he watched Dabi run away before everyone was there. He sighed in frustration while the members of the Vanguard Group watched in confusion. “Did he just..?-” Y/N turned around. “Yes, he did.” He groaned. At a defeated state, he signaled the others to follow along.

Guessed he had to improvise some of the plan..

! ~

Y/N was just grateful they managed to kidnap the boy. The angry blonde still passed out. The LOV guessed that it would take a while for the shock and drugs to wear off. While Shigaraki thought of how to convince the young hero in training to join, Toga decided to play with Magne while watching the news.

Dabi decided to do a small celebration, asking Kurogiri to pour him a glass of wine, the best they got. Kurogiri, ever the obedient man, poured a tall glass with transparent wine, bubbles coming to the top. He slides it to him, Dabi catching it swiftly.

Before he could take a sip, a soft hand reached down and grabbed his glass. “Hey-” He stopped when he noticed Y/N behind him, holding his glass. With a swift move, he drank all of the liquid in seconds, placing the glass down gently.

“I wanted to drink that.” Y/N looked down at him, a chilling shiver going down his spine by how intense his stare was. “Is that so?” His voice was stern and deep, raising a brow as his statement.

“Yeah, it was to celebrate today.” Dabi’s snarky and cocky statement made Y/N chuckle. Another shiver went down Dabi’s spine once more. He hated how Y/N’s voice could easily send shivers down his spine. “Then it should be mine. After all, I was the one who made the plan.”

“And I’m the one who got the boy.” Y/N chuckled at his prideful response. “I’m pretty sure Mr. Compress got him. You just prevented the boy’s friends from saving him.” He grinned. Dabi growled at the harsh truth. Y/N leaned forward, a smug look on his face.

His hand slowly trailed up to Dabi’s hair, gently stroking his locs. Dabi unconsciously leaned into his gentle touch, a slight blush apparent on his face. Without a word, Y/N pulled harshly on his hair, causing a grunt from the burnt man.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled out, causing Toga and Magne to turn around with curious glances but turned back around, minding their own business. “Why the fuck are you-” Y/N cut him off with an aggressive kiss. It was messy and sloppy, Dabi arching back as Y/N loomed over him. His hand had the same tight grip on his hair, causing a sense of pain through his body.

He tried to push Y/N back but his tight grip on his hand and his other slowly sneaking to his waist prevented him. Dabi couldn’t stop himself from leaning towards Y/N’s hot touch. He could feel the H/C’s smirk against his lips. The raven head wanted to protest but the H/C head’s hot touch made him melt.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Y/N smiled a gentle smile, stroking his soft cheek. He nodded eagerly, leaning towards the touch and the soft whispered voice. “Fuck off…” he mumbled, a slight blush on his face.

Y/N chuckled, loving how bratty Dabi was. It was funny to see the villain act all bratty, knowing what is to come to the ravenhead.

“Could I go ahead and take him?” He turned to Kurogiri who nodded in response. He nodded back and grabbed Dabi, putting him over his shoulder. “Oi! Get me down!” Dabi protested but to no avail. Y/N didn’t answer, only a smirk on his face as he carried him to their shared room.

! ~

In the League of Villains’ base, each member had their own room, even if they had one of their own, there was always room for them. As for Y/N and Dabi, they have a shared room. The room was big to accommodate the two villains.

Y/N dropped Dabi on the bed, causing him to bounce on the springed mattress. “Ouch! What the fuck?!” Dabi cursed, an irk appearing. Y/N just chuckled. He enjoyed watching Dabi acting like a bat, despite being annoyed by his attitude multiple times. At this point, he might have gotten used to it.

The H/C haired villain smiled at his bratty attitude. He was ever so close to just ripping his clothes and lift his legs while he fucked Dabi dry.

But he didn’t.

He lifted Dabi’s legs as he took off the raven haired male’s pants, ignoring his yells of protest, taking off his jacket shortly after. Y/N didn’t really care if the villain decided to keep his shirt on, knowing how sweaty he will be after. He leaned forward with a smirk. Y/N slowly moved his hand down, from his neck and to his hips. He could feel the shivers going down the burnt man’s spine. It was satisfying to see Dabi trying to keep his composer.

But he knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Such a brat, hm?” Dabi growled. He hated being called a brat, he hated how his body reacts to such a degrading pet name! He wanted to protest but Y/N’s warmth made his mind so mushy.. He hated it so much! But he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, leaning towards Y/N’s gentle and feathery touch.

Y/N chuckled at Dabi’s body’s reaction. “And so dirty..” he commented, his hand rubbing Dabi’s hip affectionately. He wanted Dabi to melt into his hands, only to moan and yell out in pleasure while he fucked him to submission. He couldn’t resist giving Dabi a light tap. It wasn’t heavy, just enough to get a reaction.

And a reaction he received. Dabi arched his back, allowing Y/N access to his ass. Y/N hastily placed his hand on Dabi’s cheek, catching him off guard. “Y/N! What the fuck are you?-” Y/N pressed a kiss against the villain’s lips, shutting him real quick.

Y/N had shivers down his spine as he swallowed all of Dabi’s faint moans, leaning closer to the kiss. Despite having his bottom face burned, his lips were soft. Rough– but smooth, so kissable. He enjoyed all of his kisses with Dabi, enjoying how Dabi writhe beneath him.

He backed away from the kiss, looking at the panting Dabi. “Fuck you…” Y/N chuckled at his curses. The H/C knew it was… like his love language, the only way he could communicate his feelings. Of course, he knew it would change after a few touches soon.

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“You’re so cute, Touya..” Y/N grinned, watching as Dabi twitched and squirmed beneath him, sweat beads trailing down his sensitive body. His chest heaved heavily, trying to keep up with Y/N’s pace. “Y-You’re a fucking beast..” Touya managed to say between breaths. Y/N snickered. He enjoyed watching the villain writhe underneath him, he knew how quick he would melt under his gentle and warm touch.

“You want more?” Dabi gasped, feeling Y/N’s fingers curled in his entrance. He bit his tongue, not wanting to let out any sounds. The base didn’t have the best walls, making it difficult for him to make all the sounds he wanted. The H/C noticed his suppression and laughed again. He didn’t know why he was laughing and finding things humorous lately.

Perhaps it was because of his lover?

He shrugged to himself, causing a raised brow from Dabi. Y/N shook his head, getting his head back to their situation. He looked down and noticed how Touya was clenching on his fingers, making him grin a mischievous grin.

“Oh?” He raised a brow, his cocky and mischievous grin visible. Touya just huffed, looking away which was something Y/N did not like. He grabbed Dabi’s chin harshly with his free hand and forced him to look at him. “Touya. Look at me.” Dabi immediately received a shiver down his spine.

He was so desperate to thrust his hips up, but Y/N’s glare prevented him from doing so. His eyes were fully on Y/N’s. Watching his eyebrows furrow and his eyes squinted in annoyance. “Ignoring me, hm?” He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

Seeing Dabi’s bratty attitude, he curled his fingers just right. The tip of his index finger grazed on Dabi’s prostate, causing him to arch his back in shock, gasping. “Such a brat,” he spat, pushing his fingers further in and curling them to press brutally on his prostate.

The ravenhead immediately let out a high-pitched moan, his back arching and his hips thrusting up along with his back. His eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head, feeling a spark shot up his body.

He could hear Y/N’s taunting chuckles, enjoying his reaction. He looked down, trying to look intimidating. But his glossy eyes weren't much help. He was one of the best villains, a notorious one! But he melts at just a soft touch from his partner. And he hated it. He hated being vulnerable. He didn’t want to admit that he loves every single soft warm touch he receives from his lover.

He didn’t want to admit that he loves getting punished, being a brat and receiving his punishment was thrilling to him. It was like the thrill of not getting caught by heroes with just a hair, however the feeling was much greater than the thrill of not getting caught.

He loved it in a way.

“I think you're ready.” Dabi’s attention turned back to Y/N who had taken his fingers out of his ass and started to buckle his belt open. His eyes immediately widened.

“Really?” he asked in a hushed tone, his voice a bit hoarse. Y/N raised a brow at his question. “Of course, unless.. You don’t want it? Cause if so-” Dabi immediately shook his head. Touya didn’t want him to stop! He was already this far in so why not finish with it?

“Just… Get it over with.” He growled softly at the sight of Y/N taunting smirk. “Beg, love.” Touya huffed deeply.

He didn’t want to beg! Why should he beg?

But seeing how he was so close to getting what he wanted, seeing the tent growing on Y/N’s boxers.. His body couldn’t stop the shiver from going down his spine.

“-ease..” Y/N hummed in confusion. “Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. Dabi groaned a bit in embarrassment. ‘Fuck…’ Touya thought to himself. He hesitated when he said, “please… sir..” And the moment he said that, Y/N smiled. A genuine and soft smile, not one of his taunting and annoying smirks.

“Such a good boy, hm?” Touya whimpered slightly at the praise. He enjoyed praise, more than he would admit it. He loved how he would feel himself getting so close just by praise. “Good boy” ; “sweet boy” ; “baby” were pet names that he could never ignore.

He knew he was slowly losing it.

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“C’mon, you can take it. Be a good boy for me.” Touya whimpered, feeling Y/N’s cock pulse inside of him. He could feel Y/N getting bigger by the second and he was desperate for a release. “Too– much!” he managed to choke out. Y/N only smiled, feigning to touch his cock. “You can take it.” Touya shook his head profusely, not wanting anything more.

But he never said stop.

Y/N grabbed Touya’s bruised hips tightly and put all in his strength to fuck the brains out of Touya. He choked on his own saliva as he felt Y/N’s powerful thrusts, feeling his tip hit his prostate flawlessly. “F-Fuck!” he cursed, throwing his head back. He bit his bottom lip, causing his lip to die a crimson red, a color familiar to him.

“You wanna come, don’t you?” Touya nodded, his eyes closed but his mouth agape, breathing heavily. “Then stop being a brat.” Y/N thrust his hips right against Touya, knocking the air out of his lungs. He gasped, feeling his climax climbing. His cock was red and throbbing, begging for release.

He lowers his head, just enough to look at Y/N. The H/C's eyes are closed and his brows furrowed. His hips continued to move hard, sending shocks through the black-haired male.

The villain could feel a knot tightening in his stomach by the second, his climax reaching its limit. He was ready to explode, but Y/N’s thumb on his cock’s slit caused him to dry-orgasmed several times, feeling overstimulated and wanting more.

“Pl-Plea– se! F..Fu-Fuck!!” he managed to choke out. Y/N’s thrusts slowly became sloppier by each “uh” from Touya’s mouth. He could feel his cock twitch in anticipation for his climax release. He grabbed Y/N’s body closer to his, his nails clawing at Y/N’s back– creating marks along his back– marking him as did Y/N did on him.

Feeling his climax reaching its peak, he thrusted his hips all the way in, causing Touya to arch his back. His eyes rolled back and his mouth was agape, drooling as he let out a loud moan. Touya’s cock twitched one last time before squirting his semen all over his stomach– some even reached his face. Y/N released all his cum inside of Touya, filling him to the brim.

He breathed heavily as he came from his high. He reached over to Touya’s cock and slowly stroked it, allowing Touya to get through his own high. Touya whimpered at the touch and looked down at Y/N who lazily stroked it.

“Y..You bastard…” Y/N looked up with a smirk and a snicker, leaning forward to give a peck on his sweaty forehead.

"I know." —

[earthchica]

ungodly hour / three

joel miller x black! reader

summary: you are living with joel again, and you both get to see the baby for the first time.

warning: fluff, slight angst, pregnancy, ultrasound, jealousy & possessiveness, age gap, language, nicknames.

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You groaned into your pillow while attempting to shield your eyes from the sunlight seeping through the blinds.

Shifting to the other side of the bed, you glanced at your watch to check the time. 

It was 7:00 am.

Slowly rising and rubbing your eyes, you adjusted to the surroundings, realizing you were back living with Joel.

Joel suggested you move back in, and you agreed to stay only until the baby was born. 

The experience has been awkward but manageable, with both of you skirting around the unspoken tension.

With a dramatic sigh, you rolled out of bed and trudged to the bathroom to kickstart your morning routine.

You let your long, thick locs down from the bun you had it, and you ran your fingers through each one.

You then got dressed into an oversized brown button-up shirt and paired it with some well-loved low-cut jeans, and my brown boots.

You headed downstairs to grab your keys and saw a little note from Joel.

You were a little disappointed that he didn't wait for you to go to the dining hall but you two used to do that when you were a couple.

You guessed he didn't want to make you feel weird or whatever. With a sigh, you grabbed your keys and jacket before heading out.

Once you were inside the dining hall, you immediately got yourself some breakfast.

You spotted Joel in a denim button-up shirt paired with his favorite worn-out jeans and boots, sipping on coffee and engrossed in a book.

"Good Morning, Joel," You greeted him warmly, and he looked up with a glint in his eyes, returning the smile.

"Morning, darling. Sorry...I don't wait for you, I had to do something for someone" Joel said, and you nodded, sitting down at the table with him.

"It's okay...no need to apologize." You said with a small smile before eating.

You both enjoyed your breakfast together in a comfortable silence until finished.

"Oh, damn...almost forgot to tell you I have a check-up with Charles today. So after our duties, do you want to tag along?" You asked.

Joel nodded with excitement in his eyes, getting up from the table which surprised you.

"Of course, we'll head over there after. Is that okay?" He asked and you nodded, grabbing your jacket before leaving with him.

Upon arriving at the greenhouse, you devoted your time to cultivating vegetables, fruits, and various plants.

You found great joy in this work, as it served as a therapeutic retreat from the stresses of life.

The vibrant colors of the fruits and the fresh scent of herbs always lift your spirits.

You looked up from where you were standing and smiled at Cameron.

He was a guy who also worked in the greenhouse, he was always sweet and thoughtful.

Cameron busied himself by watering the plants and checking the soil, his enthusiasm contagious.

You were about to head out to meet Joel but you paused as Cameron rushed up, and called your name.

"Hey, before you go could you help me with something real quick?" he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Sure, what do you need?" You replied, walking over to him. He pointed to a row of potted herbs that seemed to be struggling.

"I can't figure out what's wrong with these. I've tried adjusting the watering schedule and checked for pests, but they still look wilted."

You examined the plants closely, your mind running through possible causes.

"Let's check the roots," You suggested. "Sometimes, the problem lies beneath the surface."

Together, you both carefully lifted one of the plants from its pot, revealing a tangled mess of roots that had outgrown their container.

"Ah, root-bound," You said, nodding. "They need more space to grow. You should report them in larger containers."

Cameron grinned appreciatively. "Thanks! I knew you'd have the solution. So um, I was wondering if you weren't bus-" His words were interrupted by Joel.

"Don't you even fucking try it," Joel remarked, stepping inside with a determined expression that caused you to roll your eyes.

"Oh, Joel. Hey, man" Cameron stuttered nervously.

"Whatever you were about to ask her, it's not happening." He says, placing his hand on the lower of your back.

"Joel?" You interjected, glancing at him with annoyance.

"Well, I apologize, but rumor has it that you two broke up. Is that incorrect?"

There was a moment of silence before you addressed the situation.

"Yes, that's true, but Joel and I are sorting things out.-" Then Joel barged in with some words that were better left unspoken.

"Yeah, and she's carrying my kid. So there's no way you stand a chance with her," Joel disclosed, prompting Cameron to widen his eyes as he glanced at your growing baby bump.

"Oh, uh, okay. Best of luck to both of you then," he muttered, walking away with an air of resignation.

Joel couldn't hide his amusement as he observed Cameron retreating to tend to the plants. He then turned to you, noticing your annoyance.

"What the hell was that?" You asked as soon as you both left the greenhouse, hands on your hips, expecting an explanation.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Joel responded, walking off, and you followed him to the clinic.

"Oh, Joel, you know what the hell I'm talking about. You have no right to act like a fucking jealous asshole" You commented while watching him stop in front of the clinic doors.

"I know and I'm sorry, darling." He said with a sigh. You shook your head as you both stood there in silence.

"Did you really mean what you said...about us sorting things out?" he asked, shifting the conversation while running his hand through his hair.

"I don't know Joel," You said, heading into the clinic, and you took a seat, anticipating your name being called.

Joel came in shortly after and took a seat beside you, giving you a perplexing look that you couldn't quite decipher.

You rolled your eyes and decided to flip through an old magazine on the nearby side table.

A few minutes went by...

"What the hell is taking so long?" Joel nervously inquired, tapping his leg and checking his broken watch repeatedly.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his anxious behavior. It is kind of weird and sweet seeing him like this.

"Joel, are you okay?" You asked, glancing at him and he briefly looked at you before focusing ahead.

"Yup...I'm fine, why do you ask?" Joel replied, still fidgeting with his leg.

"Oh I don't know, maybe it's because you keep shaking your leg like you're in a hurry to use the restroom or something!"

Joel attempted to stop but to no avail which made you giggle a little.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous," he admitted, offering a shy smile. You reassured him by holding his hand tightly.

"Everything will be fine, Joel. Just relax!" You comforted him, and his leg gradually ceased its movements, bringing smiles to both of you.

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The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the machine filling the silence.

You lay down on the examination table with Joel standing beside you, offering a reassuring smile.

You felt a flutter of butterflies in your chest when he did that. Charles walked in with a relaxed demeanor.

"Hey, you two," he greeted you and Joel with warmth, and you both returned the gesture.

"Are you both ready to see your little one?" he inquired, and you nodded in response.

"Alright" He smiled and applied the cool gel to your belly, causing you to shiver slightly from the sensation.

As he moved the transducer across your skin, the screen flickered to life.

You both stared in anticipation, breaths held, until finally, the image became clear.

There, amidst the grainy black and white, was a tiny, pulsing heart.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you reached for Joel's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Wow!" He exclaimed, his eyes glued to the screen. You looked up at Joel and noticed tears streaming down his face.

"That's our baby?" he asked and you nodded. "Yes, that's our baby,"

"The baby is healthy. I recommend you continue doing what you’re doing. Other than that, I’ll see you both at your next check-up," Charles said as he rose from his chair.

"Thank you," Joel and I responded in unison, shaking his hand. Before he exited the room, he handed me a picture of the ultrasound.

You smiled down at it, unaware that Joel was standing right beside you.

"I can't wait to meet her or him," Joel said, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing the side of your forehead.

He seemed oblivious to his actions until you cleared your throat and looked up at him pointedly.

"Oh, sorry. Um, uh, let’s go home," he stammered, hurrying out of the room.

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You couldn't believe he still had that effect on you.

"Yeah," You nodded, even though he had already exited. You had to get yourself together before leaving the ultrasound room.

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@orcasoul

@joeldjarin

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hii a little bit ago I ask if you could write loc dead x fem reader who self harms and I loved the one you wrote but could you please write another one 💕

I will hold you

warning : hurt/comfort, self-harm, emotional, kissing, no use fo Y/n

Info : Yeah I remember your request hope you like this one and have fun reading even if it's a little short but regardless have fun reading ;)

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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Pain. Pain is something that everyone feels at some point, whether it's when you hurt yourself cutting fruit, when you get a stomach ache from laughing or when you're just sad.

But there have also been days, weeks, months, years and decades when you can't get rid of pain. Something that gets stuck in you and hurts you with every passing day.

He knew it, the blond singer of the band knew this feeling, he experienced it every day and could only soften it slightly through the music with his heart by his side. But exactly this pain had captured him and his girlfriend, the one he loved, who was like the light at the end of the tunnel. But even this light can grow dimmer from time to time.

A light that is permeated by pain, a light that has been destroyed by fire, by ice, by metal and by his own body. He had tried it himself and had gone into this spiral abyss, but he had overcome it for a few days at a time and had now somewhat accepted it and survived.

But it was always painful for him when he caught his heart interrupting him and he went home to the room in the house they all shared. He didn't feel the smell of fire after a fire, it was different.

,,Darling! I'm back!" he called into the house, hearing something fall to the floor before he ran upstairs to her, the door to the room was torn open without a lock before he saw that she had thrown the lighter to the floor, the knife lying next to her, but the look of fear, rejection, pain he saw on her face was the most painful thing he had ever seen. That look he knew was a cry for help, a scream that only gave surface to her pain.

A pain they both knew, something they shared and yet hid prematurely. Sometimes, however, they bumped into each other and saw what was going on inside the other.

But the fire they both had not seen for a long time. ,,Wait, darling, just wait a moment," he said hastily, running out of the room and into the bathroom where he grabbed the first-aid kit, which was still more than half full, but it would do.

The crying he heard from her was sad and lonely in her current state. Something that bothered him she shouldn't suffer and yet this was easier said than done as he knew it was painful.

They both knew that this life was painful but life should never be like this. ,,Here I am," he said and knelt down in front of her, wordlessly yet gently taking her arm, the burns and cuts not too deep but the pain of this brief redemption was something she had felt without seeing the end.

,,I'm sorry," she murmured, tears flowing down her cheeks and hiding behind her hand as her friend touched her. She tried to soothe a little while he disinfected the wounds and cleaned the burn cream they had bought just for this.

,,It's not okay, I'm here…it could have been worse but my heart I'm here okay it's going to be okay" he talked to her as he sealed the bandages around her wounds with tape and pulled her into his arms.

Her sniffling mumbles of apology only caused him to hold her tighter. Just stay with me for today, we'll get through this," he reassured her, kissing her head softly, listening to her crying gradually become less and less.

Maybe she even had hope that she could now see the light at the end of the tunnel and not the other way around. He was her light in times when she knew how hard it was. But in the end they would make it, they had always made it somehow and they were making it today.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

“𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖”

𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗!𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚡 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗!𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 Part 1 of 2

WC: 1.4k

Bad Summary: Luffy asks you about sex.

Black Fem Reader

CW: Reader is mentioned to have locs, Inexperienced Reader, Inexperienced Luffy, Luffy is surprisingly Shy/Nervous, this is no smut yet , just discussion of sex between you and him and a little suggestive, A Kiss, I tried my best to make it as Luffy accurate as possible….also Luffy speaks a little spanish.

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“Y/NNNNNN!” Luffy’s whine echoed through out the Sunny. Once again on his daily duty to bother you, because it became one of his favorite hobbies since you joined. You’re his little escape when he wants to really rewind and relax.

Almost everyday at around 3-4pm when the ship isn’t busy he gets up from where ever he is to find you, ask you a thousand and one questions, hang out with you and today was no different except—

“Y/N!” Luffy beamed and barged into your room, as expected, but still managed to leave you shocked especially since you were getting dressed from just leaving the bath.

“Lu!” You throw your robe over your body, sure you’ve seen Luffy naked and he seems to never care about seeing your lady parts, but it was still something you obviously didn’t want to be a reoccurring situation between you both. “I’m—“

“I’m borreeddd!” Your nonplus captain closed the door with his foot before belly flopping on your bed, “Let’s finish playing that one card game you were teaching me—“

“LUFFY!” You snapped at him causing his face to look at your entire shape making you cover more of your body, “Can I get dressed in private pleassseeeee? And then we’ll play.”

“Meh.” He shrugged face planting himself back into your pillow, softly inhaling your natural scent he loved so much, “I won’t look, just hurry up.”

You sigh, you had no point of arguing with him, whatever Luffy wanted he got, and he was a man of his word so he didn’t look.

You strip of your towel and face the chair with your clean clothes. You hear him sigh with boredom, Luffy scoots his way at the edge of your bed and sees a magazines with pretty colors on it. Out of his wonderful curiosity he pulls the magazine out and his eyes widen.

“These are the same kinda magazines Sanji looks at! But with more guys.” Luffy thought scrolling through the pages, he was pretty shocked to see you also own a magazine for a split second, but his shock turned into curiosity.

“Did you take one of Sanji’s magazines, Y/N?”

You instantly felt your soul drop, you knew from nothing, but the silence of the pages turning and small giggles your captain had once again taken something he had no business taking.

“Y/N!—“

You quickly snatch the magazine from his hands, his smile fading just a little seeing the anger in your eyes as you went to slam it on your nightstand, “Don’t you know not to touch things that don’t belong to you?!”

You never yelled at Luffy before. You felt a bit of guilt arising in your chest so you turn away from him. The awkward tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You expected to hear Luffy run off or even burst out laughing, but Eventually you feel his warm hand on your bare shoulder as you held your towel tightly.

“Y/n, are you embarrassed?”

The question was worded as if he were teasing but his tone sounded genuinely curious.

“No…I just…—“

“Y/N, do you also jack off?”

There wasn’t enough adjectives in the world to describe the crooked look you gave, snapping your head at him from behind seeing him grin at you playing with your locs again.

“…Luffy what—“

“You know, play with yourself and make yourself feel good. I mean Sanji does it with those magazines, Zoro and Usopp do too. So…if you had it—“

“Luffy women can’t jack off..it’s called..masturbating—-you know what that’s not the point! You can’t ask that?!”

“Why! It’s normal right?”

“….have you?”

Luffy shrugged, his fingers still fiddling with your hair a little while longer before sitting on your dresser to face you and swing his feet. “I did once, but got bored maybe I wasn’t doin it right.”

“…but how many times have you done it? Have you also done that stuff in the magazine too?”

If you had any color in your face is was already being sucked out of you. Gosh your captain was a interesting guy.

“Are you asking me if I ever had sex?”

“Yeah.”

“….n-no. No Luffy I haven’t.”

“Really? You and Traffy seemed like you did. You’re so close with him and—“

“No! No! Law and I have never.”

“Then why not? I’ve read—“

“You read?”

“…Robin read to me about sex and it was something very normal and common between people. Everybody else on the ship has, Nami, Robin, Zoro, even Sanji and he’s a pervert—“

“Well I haven’t.” You barked at him, you began to get a little defensive. It felt like he was almost poking fun at you for being a virgin. “There’s nothing wrong with not having sex Luffy.”

“Even if it was who cares? I don’t! I was just askin’…” He hopped off the dresser to now inch closer to your face and plant his hat on your head. “I have thought about it a few times though.”

You shot your head back up in shock to read his face, if it isn’t about being the pirate king or meat no way he could ever have something like SEX on his mind???

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to know what the big deal was, y’know? You have thought about it right? Like what it feels like instead of ….looking at pictures of it.”

His blunt remarks were cute, Luffy’s usual very proud and assertive when he speaks, but now it was like his energy shifted.

“Would you ever wanna try it?”

His question brought you out of your thoughts, causing you to blink blankly at him, “Well?”

“….Yes…Luffy, I have always thought abou—“

“Then let’s try it together!”

“Luffy!” You raised your voice seeing him grab your wrist to pull you down on top of him on the bed, your body being constrained by his limbs wrapping twice around your body. “Luf!!”

“What?” He ask plainly watching you squirm against his chest, “Don’t you wanna?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, sure you did and embarrassingly enough you have thought about with him specifically but he never gave you the impression he was ever interested in sex, this all felt like a cruel joke in someway.

“I…do, but Luffy we should…we should slow down. Do it the right way just in case someone gets hurt, plus…do you really want to?”

“oh…right.” Your captain clears his throat softly shaking his head at his forwardness noticing it made you a bit uncomfortable to then place you beside him on the edge of the bed releasing you, “I have for a while..since Dressrosa.”

“What happened there that you haven’t told me already?”

Luffy mimics zipping his lips with his hand, rolling your eyes playfully you both share a giggle, “But 1 thing I seen a lot was..um…”

He wasn’t that he didn’t know what it was he would have just rather taken the time to show you, so looking around your room he stretches his arm out to show you said magazine, scrolling quickly through the pages he lands on a picture of two people, “That. A lot of people did that.”

“Kissing?” You ask and he nods happily giggling which made your tense face soften, sighing at him you cup his squishy cheeks with both hands, you admired his features for a moment.

His light brown skin, pretty dark hair, the small dimples on his cheeks that always appear when he smiles, how unreal his smooth skin is under your fingers, maybe it wasn’t a bad thought to trust Luffy with something like this?

Too caught up in the moment you cock your head to the side and kiss him, a small whimper of shock and a grip of your arms was all Luffy could respond to the sudden touch.

“You um….did you like it?”

The blush on his face told you enough, for once Luffy didn’t have a remark, so to close the gap he grabbed your cheeks this to kiss you again.

As uncoordinated as he was his lips were so sweet from the candy he ate earlier and soft, his lower lip was fatter than his upper and he wasn’t shy to steal a few licks inside your mouth. You felt some slavia seep through the corner of your lips, and the longer you allowed him to kiss you the messier he became now crawling atop of you.

“Lu…” You moan out parting from his now swollen lips, “Are we ganna do this now?”

“Yeah.” He quickly nods , hoping you won’t decline him, he already had a taste and now he wants—-NEEDS the real thing. “I want it, Y/n.”

“Te quiero.”

“What?” You peer your eyes up at him, not sure what exactly he meant so he bends lower to touch noses with you.

“I want you.”

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Four

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Four Years Earlier

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“I thought he was vaccinated against everything,” Rory commented snidely, watching as Sam checked Tommy’s temperature.

“Yeah? You think I got a magic shot that keeps people from getting any kind of sickness, and I’m wasting it on chum like him?” Sam snapped back, pulling the thermometer out and squinting to read it.

“One-oh-three. That’s not a good sign. At 104, your body temperature starts to denature the proteins in your brain. You know what that means, dipshit?”

Rory bristled, but Michelle put a hand on his shoulder.

“It means you start to cook.” Michelle’s voice was soft but serious, his dark brown eyes trained on Tommy. He sighed and tucked a short loc behind his ear. He had a pacifying effect on Rory, which was much appreciated with them all crammed inside Tommy’s little room.

Tommy was laying on the bed, shivering even as sweat beaded on his forehead. He clutched his thin bedsheet in his hands like it was a lifeline. Or at least, with one hand, and the fingers poking out of his cast on the other. 

“So… can you give him an antibiotic or something?” Rory tried.

“Maybe you could use some chicken soup,” Caius murmured to Tommy. He was sitting on the bed by Tommy’s knees, and he smoothed the sheets over him with gentle hands.

Sam was digging in his pockets, pulling out a random assortment of pills, pocket change, and lint. He set them on the sheet over Tommy’s stomach until he had a little pile from his various pockets. Rory scoffed, but let it go with a low mutter of “whatever” when Michelle gave him a look.

Sam gathered a couple of red pills from his pile, as well as selecting three big white tablets.

“These will knock it out. If he isn’t significantly improved by tomorrow, I can try a different set.”

“What does he have?” Caius asked, picking the bits of lint out of the pile and flicking them off of the bed.

“It’s probably the same bug everyone has been getting lately. Could’ve picked it up from a client, or one of you. Regardless, he’ll be right as rain in a matter of days.”

Sam was very nonchalant about it, but Caius continued to fidget. Sam swiped the unused pills back into his pockets and sighed.

“He’s got a cold. Maybe a cool bath or shower, nothing hot until that temperature goes down. Chicken soup, sure, lots of garlic. Fruit juice if he’s allowed it, get some vitamin C. Take it easy, lots of rest, all the normal stuff.”

“Okay,” Caius affirmed, pulling loose threads from a small rip in the bedsheet. 

“All good then?” Michelle asked. He and Rory were itching to leave - Tommy was Caius’s business to mind, after all.

“Yeah, all good,” Sam told them, and they shuffled out with mumbled goodbyes.

Caius hadn’t met Sam’s eyes since he got here. 

“It was bound to happen, you know, at some point. It’ll probably happen again, but it’s fine.”

Caius nodded.

Sam sighed and put a tentative hand on his shoulder. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“I know,” Caius snapped, finally taking his eyes off of Tommy to give Sam a withering look, but it seemed to break his spell.

Okay, clearly the crazy train was full steam ahead today. Caius was a lot less concerned a week ago when he dragged Tommy into the lab by the wrist he’d shattered.

“Oooooookay, well, have fun with sicko here then. Let me know if he dies,” he joked lamely. Tommy pulled the sheet over his face, and Caius chuckled in spite of himself.

After Sam left, Caius locked the door behind him. Not that his patient was going anywhere fast, but he wanted privacy. Tommy whined when Caius pulled the sheet away, but was too weak to argue when he coaxed him to sit up. 

“Open.”

Tommy’s mouth dropped open. Caius slipped him the red pills.

“Head back.”

He tipped the glass of water to his mouth, and Tommy drank. Hesitantly at first, and then eagerly, until Caius pulled it away.

“Couple more pills, then you can have some lemonade.”

The white pills weren’t coated, and they left a faint white chalk on Caius’s fingers. Tommy grimaced at the bitter taste, and Caius pressed the glass to his mouth again quickly. 

“Swallow, swallow.” He’d heard you could massage a person’s neck to make them swallow, but he wasn’t sure how. He wrapped his hand around Tommy’s throat, but he did not squeeze, just felt the fragile bones under his fingers as they flexed.

“Good boy,” he murmured, and brushed Tommy’s hair away from his forehead. It felt incredibly warm. 

One degree away from cooking his brain. Right. 

“Let’s get you a nice cold bath, hm?”

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Tommy had to keep his cast dry, so he sat in the bath with his injured arm dangling over the side. He shivered as the tub slowly filled around him, but still downed the cold lemonade Caius gave him without hesitation. Caius also brought down two of his washcloths, dunking them in the water and laying one on his forehead. The other one went over his belly, which made Tommy cringe, and he moved to pull it off. He grabbed for it with his bad hand on instinct, and got distracted looking at his cast. He looked between his two arms, and his brow furrowed with concern.

“Is my skin turning yellow?”

Caius looked him over. He looked flushed, but not yellow.

“No. You have a fever, you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh.”

Tommy was quiet and still. His eyes drooped and he quickly started to nod off, even in the cold tub. 

It was so rare to see him relaxed like this. Caius usually only saw it when he was unconscious, or at the very least, heavily drugged. Tommy wasn’t trying to shield himself or hide or cower. Caius relished the effect that he had on the boy, but there was a simple pleasure here in a more relaxed, companionable silence. 

Tommy startled awake with a gasp. 

“Breathe, honey.”

Tommy groaned and tried to sit up a bit, but he started to prop himself up with his broken arm without thinking. He yelped and yanked his hand back immediately, making him fall back the slight distance he had gained. The bath water splashed, and Caius sighed.

Tommy cradled his broken arm against his chest, keening quietly to himself and grimacing as the pain flared intensely. He folded his legs closer to his chest and anxiously bounced them while he waited for the pain to ease. Caius dangled his arm into the tub, drawing idle patterns in the water with his fingers. After a few minutes he pulled his hand out, flicking thne water off of his fingers onto Tommy with a shy smile. He peeled the washcloth off of his forehead and replaced it with the back of his hand. He felt a little cooler, but still quite warm. Caius ran the washcloth under the cold tap again, and Tommy winced weakly when he laid it back on his head. He let the cold tap run a while longer, drawing his patterns in the rising water. 

Either the pain had passed, or Tommy had wiped himself out. He slowly relaxed limp in the tub, his legs settling to the bottom and his arms resting heavily on the sides of the bath. He trembled slightly as the icy water slowly climbed his body, but he was too tired to curl up again. 

“Did you call me ‘honey’?”

Caius murmured back without looking up, watching his hand idly playing in the water just above Tommy’s submerged thigh. 

“I don’t know, I just feel like babying you right now.”

Caius was surprised by his own sudden honesty, but it felt good to say. He doubted Tommy would remember much of this anyways, and he felt oddly comforted by it. He felt silly for getting so shy about Tommy all of the sudden. 

Tommy was quiet for a moment before swallowing.

“Does that mean you’ll sign my cast?”

Caius looked up at that. Tommy was breathing shallowly, but he met Caius’s gaze with a soft expression.

“My mom told me that the more people you get to sign your cast, the better it’ll heal.”

Caius chewed his lip for a moment, mulling it over. He reluctantly left Tommy to go find a marker. He passed by the kitchen and stopped to dig in a cupboard for Michelle’s candy stash. He found a nice bar of dark chocolate, each broad square filled with a liquid raspberry center. He’d go into town in a day or two, he’d have to remember to pick something up to replace it. 

When he returned to Tommy, the bath was starting to fill too high. He turned it off, but found Tommy asleep. He had lost the flush in his cheeks, and was starting to look quite pale. He woke him up with a square of chocolate pressed to his pale lips. 

“I think you need some sugar. Chocolate is good for the soul.”

Tommy opened his eyes blurrily, confused. He licked his dry lips and accepted the chocolate, biting down slowly, careful not to bite Caius’s fingertips. Well…careful not to bite him hard, anyways. Once he swallowed it, Caius pushed his fingers past his lips again just to feel along his teeth with the tips of his fingers. Tommy didn’t resist, just tolerated it without the energy to care. When he was satisfied, he wiped his hand on Tommy’s cheek before grabbing a square for himself. He bit it in half before pulling it away, holding it up to look at the chocolate cross-section. 

It had a thin dark chocolate shell, but inside there was a sweet raspberry filling dyed bright red. He flattened it between his fingers, and the filling bulged around the cracks in the chocolate as he crushed it. He brought it to Tommy, who opened his mouth expectantly, but he just rubbed the raspberry cream on Tommy’s lips. He flicked off a few bits of the chocolate and spread it with his finger, painting it on like a messy lipstick. He wiped his finger clean on Tommy’s cheek, and took a look at his work.

Tommy was very pale now, a bluish tinge to the shadows on his skin. The bright pop of color painted on his lips made his lips look plump and swollen. He’d left a little smudge of rouge on the apple of his cheek. 

Tommy was struggling to stay awake, his eyes fluttering back open. 

“How - how long are you going to keep me?”

Caius considered the question for a moment, cracking a crooked grin. 

“Why would I let you go?”

Tommy stared at the bathtub faucet, slowly dripping into the water. 

“I mean… what’s the plan? I’m just going to be here for - for our whole lives? I’m going to turn thirty here? Fourty-five? Are you going to come home to me when you cash out your 401k?”

Caius pressed his hand down on Tommy’s casted wrist, holding him still as he started to write his name on the cast in black marker. Tommy sucked a breath in and jolted when his wrist was touched.

“Are we gonna…grow old together? Be old men in rocking chairs on the porch? What will the neighbors think…”

Caius chuckled, drawing a heart around his initials before adding an arrow. 

“Yeah, I guess we will. The neighbors can think what they want.”

Tommy grew very quiet. His face was difficult to read, no clear emotion that Caius could find. After a surprisingly long several minutes, he spoke. 

“That’s… my whole life. This is my life now? Until I die?”

Caius started drawing a tiny sketch of Tommy in the bathtub on his cast. 

“Sooner or later.”

Tommy winced.

“Am I going to – are you gonna kill me?”

“No,” Caius reassured him with a hand on his chest.

“-Not unless I have to.”

Tommy’s breathing was growing quicker, his ribs rising and falling under bruised skin. 

“How many of – how many of…us…have you killed?

Caius pressed his lips together and made a disapproving noise.

“You’re only our second. But, yes, the last guy didn’t make it.”

A small worried look passed his face, but then he took a deep breath and relaxed.

“What happened?”

Caius offered another piece of chocolate to his lips. When he didn’t open immediately, Caius chided him, until he hesitantly accepted it. Caius popped himself another piece, taking his time to enjoy it before considering answering. 

“We went to this church in the hills.There was this hot-shot cardinal who wanted a private lesson on crucifixion.”

Caius flicked the metal peg below the bathtub faucet and the water began to drain out with a gurgle. He turned the hot tap on, letting it pour in even as the water started to chug down the drain. He gently wiped Tommy’s face with the washcloth, eyeing the pink that had already returned to his cheeks, before dropping it crumpled on his chest. 

“He paid extra so he could really take his time. Once he nailed him up there, the last you was trapped for hours. I was… I didn’t know enough about it until it was too late. I thought they’d eventually die up there by dehydration, or exposure, so a day of it sounded mostly harmless.”

“Mostly harmless,” Tommy echoed back hollowly. He stared into space, off into the distance far beyond the walls of this room. He was still in a stupor from his sickness, Caius could tell because he wasn’t panicking. 

He gently petted Tommy’s hair away from his face and started to comb through it, stroking each strand before winding the curls back in around his fingers. He had refused to cut Tommy’s hair since they brought him back to the house, and it was starting to get long.

“He said he was dying. I didn’t believe him, he’d said it before. When he went quiet we just thought it was shock. The cardinal had this fucking bull whip, and he was unbelievably accurate with it.”

He pushed the drain back in. Tommy had drawn up his knees to try to avoid the scalding water, and he was blushed red where the hot water cupped his body.

“That’s why you must only call for me if you are dying. I have to trust you to tell me. But if you always say that you cannot take it, then I won’t know to listen to you when I need to.”

He cupped Tommy’s face and guided him to meet his eyes. Tommy had a hard time focusing, but once he did, Caius gave him a firm nod and released him. 

“The thing about crucifixion, it’s a sneaky killer. I read about it later, at the time I didn’t know what had happened. Something about your arms being pinned above your head causing the lungs to slowly fill with liquid. He had just had pneumonia, I thought he was healed enough. I think that’s why it happened so fast. He drowned inside of his body. He was fine, and then he was quiet, and then he was just gone. He was already starting to cool when we took him down.”

Tommy was staring at the ceiling. Caius could see the realization slowly, slowly dawning in his eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.”

Tommy’s eyes unfocused again, the hot bath fanning his fever. It eased him back into a docile mood, and when Caius put a hand to his cheek, he nuzzled into it. His face felt warm, but the meds would kick in soon, no brain boiling tonight. 

He let the water drain out and left Tommy in the emptying tub. He didn’t lock the door behind him before heading to the kitchen, thinking about his favorite recipe for chicken noodle soup.

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y/n woke up before neteyam.

after messaging tsireya and kiri, she put her phone down and looked back down at neteyam who was asleep on her chest. his breathing was low and even, he was sleeping soundly. y/n played with one of his locs with a smile on her face.

it seemed like she had waited forever for this moment, but she didn't mind- it was worth it. it was almost an out of body experience, having neteyam asleep in her arms, like he was a little kid.

he fell asleep late last night. they stayed up for a while, making up for lost time. they acquainted each other with their lips once more, before acquainting each other with other parts of their bodies. it was a long time coming, they would say it made it better though. neteyam stayed up longer than y/n did, he couldn't stop himself from staring at her- taking her in life a gift from eywa herself, which to him.. she was.

he was sleeping so peacefully, y/n thought. she couldn't bring herself to wake him up yet, she doubted that he ever got a good nights rest being the eldest, the strongest. y/n pleaded with the powers and their plans to give neteyam at least another hours rest; and that's what he got.

y/n was trying her best to navigate typing up her report whilst neteyam slept. it was a struggle but she was managing. neteyam sniffed and blinked a few times, realising where he was and who he was with, that it wasn't actually a dream.

"morning mamas," neteyam cleared his throat before sitting up. y/n smiled watching him stretch the night away and accustom to the bright light of late afternoons. "how did you sleep?" he asked.

"very good," y/n slowly closed her laptop, suddenly nervous that they were waking up in the same bed. "how did you sleep, you were out for a while" y/n chuckled.

"what time is it?" neteyam looked for his phone on the bed. y/n pulled hers out and read the time to neteyam.

"it's noon," she turned her phone screen around with a laugh.

"you're kidding," neteyam deadpanned. y/n shook her head with a smile. "shit," he sighed.

"what time do you need to be home?" y/n was hesitant to ask, not wanting him to leave just yet, but she knew that he had responsibilities at home.

neteyam tilted his head, resting his weight on his palms. the way he was sitting, brought back flashes of their night before. how he sat the same way with her straddling him, kissing him. "who says i have to be home?" he smirked.

"oh really?" y/n sat up on her knees, leaning closer to neteyam, "does the sully's mightiest son not have any duties today?" she smiled cheekily.

"he has priorities in higher places," neteyam grabbed her chin with his fingers, pulling her face closer to his. he could feel her breath on his lips, "places to be, people to please" he shrugged.

"yeah?" y/n smiled.

"oh yeah," he nodded, "and looking at my busy schedule, you're right at the top"

"oh I'm good with being on top," y/n pecked neteyam's lips lightly.

"oh, don't I know it?" neteyam laughed, pulling y/n's whole weight on top of his, pressing his lips roughly against hers. they stayed there for a while, drinking in the sweet honeysuckle that was each other. learning the little quirks about each other, like how neteyam has a dimple at the very bottom of his stomach and how he is ticklish on his left side.

as they let the day slip away from them, neteyam had an idea. "did you want to go out tonight?" he asked.

y/n seemed taken aback, "really?" she asked. "like on a date?" she tried to hide her smile, but wasn't doing a great job.

neteyam could see right through her as he cracked a grin too, "well, yeah I would hope so" he leaned closer into her touch. "I think we are too well acquainted with each other to just be friends," he laughed.

"where would we go?" y/n nestled herself deeper into neteyam's hold.

"where would you like to go?" he asked.

y/n was quiet for a moment before answering. "I have an idea" she smiled.

— gorgeous, you're gorgeous !

the sun had now set. neteyam and y/n were sat on a hill in the forests of pandora. they had spent their afternoon there, watching the sky fade from blue to pink.

neteyam was laying in the grass, his eyes closed as he felt the wind blow over him. y/n was sat up next to him, watching him peacefully. she had waited for this and now it was here; he was everything she could have ever wanted.

"stop staring at me you moron" neteyam smirked.

y/n pushed him slightly, "I wasn't".

"you're a liar," he smiled, "I can feel it,"

neteyam slowly sat up so he was sitting next to y/n properly. he looked at her and took in the way the sunset was hitting her skin and the reflections glimmering in her eyes. she looked beautiful.

"are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to kiss me?" y/n asked.

"can't I do both?" neteyam asked, leaning into kiss her for what felt like the one hundredth time that day. the sensation he felt hadn't yet faded.

y/n pulled away, resting her forehead on neteyam's. he noticed how she was looking at him once again, just like she had been before.

"what are you thinking about?" he asked.

"do you want to be my boyfriend?" y/n asked, no hesitation present in her voice. can't overthink what you don't hold back.

neteyam laughed, dumbfounded by her question. "I kind of assumed I already was as of this morning," he admitted, "I would love to be your boyfriend, y/n".

"okay good, because it would've been an awkward car ride home if you said no," y/n smiled, laying down in the grass where neteyam had once been.

he laughed, laying down next to her, wrangling his fingers gently in her hair.

"you're making that face again," neteyam chuckled.

"what face?" she asked, "I don't make a face"

"yes you do!" he argued, "it's the face you make when you're thinking about something" he rolled onto his stomach. y/n sighed, shaking her head slightly. "what're you thinking about?" neteyam asked again.

y/n let herself break out into a smile, allowing every feeling of joy to flourish in her stomach like butterflies. ones that neteyam put there and she was sure would never leave.

"you're so gorgeous"

— gorgeous, you're gorgeous ! and that's the end! thank you so much to everyone who showed me some love during this entire thing. I'm so sorry the last few chapters have taken me forever to do, I was so swamped with work and couldn't find the motivation to do anything- but we've finally done it! now that gorgeous is finished, my jamie flatters story 'all things connected' should be up in the next week!!! so if you want to be on the taglist, send me an ask or comment on this post <3 sending you all love.

[chrrywavs]

Cherry Lips 🍒

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You meet with Eddie in the woods, needing to stock up on some much needed ‘materials’ only to find out your a couple dollars short. Eddie being the oh so a generous man that he is makes a suggestion to help his dear friend (and himself) out of this predicament.

ੈ✩‧₊˚𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: gagging, choking, 18+, aggressive smut, cum play, spit play, tiny perv! Eddie, teasing, degrading, praising, pet names, hair pulling, absolute filth.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Eddie Munson x fem reader

Pt2 here

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Your tongue stroked a long lick, pressing flat against the throbbing vein running along the underside of his cock.

Eddie pulled you away “Such a little tease aren’t you (y/n)” He said through gritted teeth. He cupped your chin and caressed your bottom lip with the base of his thumb. “play nice” he warned.

You nodded, biting your lip to hide the small smirk that threatened to form. You were feeling a bit rebellious today, ditching school, buying pot from your hot dealer then sucking his dick behind the school in an old van. You weren’t in the mood to play nice. You gave the tip a small daring lick, never breaking eye contact with Eddie before placing a small gentle kiss on the swollen end, squeezing your fist ever so slightly.

“For fucks sake” he cursed. Eddie knotted his fingers into your hair, gripping your locs tightly before snapping his hips forward, forcing himself deep into your mouth.

You gagged at the feeling of his dick abusing your throat.

“This is what you wanted huh? For me to Fuck you like the whore you are?” he grunted.

You tried to distract yourself from the stinging at your eyes and tried to recount what exactly happened that brought you to this exact moment.

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The bell rang bringing you back to reality you looked at the clock 11:55 am. You sighed gathering your books into your arms. Finally lunch time or in your case quitting time. You had one more thing to do before finally being able to go home and sleep while the rest of the kids in Hawkins spent the next miserable four hours wishing to be home.

You pushed past the crowd of students keeping your eyes locked on the bright glass doors at the end of the hall. The taste of freedom getting stronger with every step. Just a few more feet and—

“(Y/l/n) where do you think your headed?” A stern voice called out behind you. “I sure hope You’re not planning on leaving, we have that test today.”

You turned around to see Ms. O’Donnell standing at her doorway with her hand at her hip. You smiled walking towards her “of course not Ms. D I wouldn’t dream of missing it.” You clutched the books tighter against your chest. “just needed to get something from my truck is all, nothing to worry about.” you said with a small shrug.

She stared through the top of her thin rectangular glasses and pressed her lips together humming with skepticism. “Alright…so I should expect to see you later.” she said more as a demand rather then a question.

“Definitely,” you nodded with a small smirk “see you then.” You waved at her turning around and letting out a heavy sigh before continuing your walk.

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You sat at the wooden bench waiting for Eddie to arrive. You picked at a loose thread at your sleeve as you thought about him. You’d seen him today in the halls but you hadn’t seen him for gym.

‘had he ditched?’ You thought to yourself. You began to wonder if he had forgotten about you. ‘I should’ve reminded him when I saw him.’ you thought groaning and throwing your hands over your face.

You couldn’t ever count on him to be on time let alone show up he wasn’t dependent enough. Normally you wouldn’t mind you can always catch him after school but you needed him now, you wouldn’t have time later. you sat in silence for a few more minutes listening to the birds chirping between the trees. Your thin red sweater doing nothing to protect you from the cool breeze that bit at your skin.

Just when you had about enough, finally his playful voice met your ears “(y/n) my favorite customer!” He shouted.

You turned around to look at the tall man jogging towards you, his long wavy hair bouncing along behind him. He was met with a scowl. “took you long enough.” you spat “the hell were you doing?” You rolled your eyes turning back around.

“I had to piss” Eddie shrugged setting his black metallic lunch box down.

You crossed your arms “For fifteen minutes?”

Eddie sat down letting out a heavy sigh. He couldn’t ever really tell a lie to you, you somehow always knew how to bring out the truth from him. Maybe it was the spine chilling stare you’d give him, or the fact that you were eerily smart, either way you creeped him out enough. “Okay you got me…I was half way home already before I remembered about you.” He admitted. “But I’m here now sooo….” He smiled turning his attention to his lunchbox.

“Yeah well you owe me a ‘having to wait for my loser dealer discount.”

“Hey,” Eddie pointed toward you “don’t be greedy.” He scolded. Eddie pulled out the clear bag with the dried substance inside. “So you asked for two and a half ounces…which means you owe me seventy five bucks” he said as he waved the bag around.

You pulled out your black coin purse taking out the roll of cash you had shoved in there earlier this morning and handed it over to Eddie.

“This is all of it?” You asked tossing the bag up and down from your palm testing the weight.

“Yep, all seventy grams. You can weigh it if you want.” He said counting the money.

“S’fine I trust you.” You waved him off.

“Yeah uh…” Eddie paused for a moment looking back up towards you. “This isn’t the full amount.”

“The what?” You questioned.

“This is only sixty, your missing fifteen dollars”

“Nuh-uh, I had eighty in there” you pointed towards the cash. “I was gonna give you a bit more for driving me home last week.” You explained pulling the cash from Eddies hand and counting it yourself.

Sure enough you were fifteen dollars short. you stopped to think. “Crap” you groaned. “I babysat a kid yesterday, she must’ve seen the money and taken some.”

“I can’t give you all of this.” Eddie pulled the bag back “I’m gonna have to take some out.”

“Oh c’mon eddie please? Can you give me like a discount? Just for this one time.” You pleaded.

“I am giving you a discount, I’m giving you the ‘friend discount’ this would’ve been way more!” Eddie argued.

You huffed “please, I need all of it.”

Eddie paused for a moment watching as you dropped your head in defeat. If it were up to him he would’ve given it all to you. you were a loyal customer and one of his closest friends he knew you’d find a way to pay him back, but he needed to give Rick the full percentage. “What do you need all this weed for anyway?” He mumbled toying with the bag.

“My friend got invited to a party downtown, she said if I could buy some from you cause she thinks you like me better then her.”

“She’s not wrong…” Eddie sighed scratching the small stumble at his chin. He stayed quiet for a few moments watching as you bit your lips lost in thought. Your cheeks were a bright pink from the cool air and your hair flew to your side exposing your slim neck. suddenly the cool air wasn’t bothering him as much as the warm feeling in his pants was.

He looked down at the growing bulge scrunching his brows together annoyed at the horrible timing. He looked back up towards you just in time to catch you adjusting your bra strap exposing the black material. He gulped.

He had to admit you were always quite attractive to him, however he never really gave you a second thought. Sure maybe he would take quick meaningless glances down your shirt when you weren’t looking or he would sometimes walk behind you when you wore a tight dress or a short skirt just to get a good view of your behind but they were all harmless acts. To him you two were better off as friends and maybe that was the best decision for the both of you. You couldn’t handle a loose cannon like Eddie. You liked stability and peace. Meanwhile Eddie was the opposite he needed chaos he loved being at the edge of his seat. But that doesn’t mean the two of you couldn’t explore a different level of friendship.

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Maybe it was the way you begged and whined or the way Eddies shirt hugged his torso nicely defining his abs, maybe it was the way the red sweater cut deep down your chest exposing some cleavage or maybe, it was the fact that neither of you hadn’t gotten any action in months. either way, it led the two of you down a path you can never turn back from. A dark sinful dirty path. maybe he should’ve kept driving home and never turned the car around to come back for you.

Eddie gripped your throat tightly holding your head in place as he thrusted into your gaping mouth. Your fingers found there way into your panties spreading your soaked lips apart to relieve the stinging feeling at your cunt. You moaned at your touch sending vibrations throughout eddies cock.

“Fuck (y/n)” He groaned watching you rut your hip’s against your own fingers “Such a slut.” he chuckled out shaking his head in disbelief. “touching yourself to me fucking your pretty little face. You like the taste of my cock, don’t you?” He cooed.

You struggled to nod your head against his hold. Your fingers rubbing small frantic circles on your swollen clit. You’ve always had a thing for Eddie ever since last year when you watched him pop the tires of your ex’s car for cheating on you. That woke up something deep inside you that you’ve been trying to suppress. but now it’s fully unleashed, and you don’t give a damn, at least not now of course.

Eddie pulled himself out, a string of saliva connecting his dick to your mouth. You gasped for air as he slapped the head of his cock against your cheek “M’gonna need to hear you say it sweetheart, be a good girl and tell me how much you like it.” He growled before leaning down to your level and spitting into your mouth. He smeared the mixture of his and your own spit over your face. “Tell me how much you like it.” He repeated pulling you up from your knees.

“L-love it so much baby,” you cooed palming his dick “think I might be addicted.”

Eddies hand trailed up your side stopping at the strap of your bra. He hooked his fingers into the Lacey material and yanked down the strap, your breast slipping out in the process “nice tit” he smirked before taking the skin into his mouth and sucking at your already hard nipple. You bit your lip suppressing the moan fighting to escape. Eddies tongue flicked against the small nub, causing you to involuntarily arch your back towards him.

You tangled your fingers into his hair pulling him closer to you, wrapping a leg around his waist and rubbing yourself up against him desperate for friction of any kind.

Eddie moaned at the warmth radiating from between your legs bitting down on your nipple. “Eddie!” you gasped. He chuckled rolling his hips into yours. His unclothed dick rubbing against your clothed cunt, the thin material being soiled by your dripping pussy.

“So wet your dripping from your little panties baby” he cooed “I wonder who made you so wet?”

“All you Ed’s—ah fuck!—you make me so wet.” you whimpered into his ear before pulling him in for a deep slobbery kiss. Your hand wrapping around his warm cock and squeezing the angry tip.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he huffed into your mouth. “gonna make me cum and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Don’t care Ed’s” you whined twisting your fist around his dick. “Make me feel so good already.” You began jerking him off watching through half lidded eyes as his face contoured into one of pleasure.

“T-tell me what you want (y/n), I’ll do it” he panted while rutting his hips against your closed fist.

“I wanna swallow all your cum.,” you whispered “I want you to make me all filthy, please-” before you could finish Eddie slammed his lips into yours once more. His tongue taking full dominance, spit dribbling down both your chins.

You ran your thumb across his tip using the precum as lube. You whined as he bit your bottom lip, the taste of metal flooding your kiss. Nothing but the whimpers coming from both you and Eddie along with the lewd wet sounds of his cock soaking your fist echoed through his van. It was absolutely filthy but you both relished at the sound.

Eddie drew back tugging your swollen lip between his teeth. “Don’t worry (y/n) when I’m done with you no man will ever be able to step close to you, you’ll smell of nothing else but me.” He promised whispering into your ear, you replied with a whimper to cock drunk to say a single word.

before you even realize he’s pushing you back down to your knees. he smirked down at you before thrusting himself back into your mouth, bottoming back out and lunging his hips forward once more, You gagged each time his tip kissed your throat.

At this point Your head sat enclosed between the wall behind you and Eddies hips. The dark bush of his pelvic area tickling your nose each time he thrusted into you. “Fuck I’m gonna cum (y/n)” He grunted pushing his cock deep into your mouth, your throat pulsating around it.

You shook your head trying to take Eddie deeper then he already was. “Look at you taking my cock so well—fuck—such a good girl, my good fucking girl” you moaned at the name the vibrations being to much for Eddie to handle. He pulled himself out jerking himself off at the sight of your swollen cherry lips and flushed face. Your red strained eyes from lack of oxygen could have easily hypnotized anyone.

You leaned over taking one of his balls into your mouth releasing it with a pop “mmm fuck Eddie t’so good” you moaned, batting your lashes up at him and taking the other one whole into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the wrinkled skin savoring the salty taste.

“F-fuck! I’m so close—so fucking close!” he said through gritted teeth. You reached your hand to his balls squeezing them “give it to me Eddie please” you whimpered, eyes half lidded as you watched Eddie fuck into his own fist so desperate to reach his end.

Your soft plead was enough to make any man fall to they’re knees. Eddies motions became messy no longer being able to keep the same consistent pace. “Ah Shit!” He hissed slapping his angry red tip against your tongue. You pulled off your bra fully exposing yourself. The cool air biting at your nipples.

“Open your mouth” he panted “m’gonna— fuck!” Eddie cursed coiling forward as His warm sticky liquid squirted sporadically out onto your tongue, your face and some even falling to your heaving chest.

Eddie slowly opened his eyes witnessing the complete mess he made over his friend. “Oh sweetheart” He collected his release from your cheek with his finger “look at the mess we made” he cooed shoving it into your mouth.

You whimpered sucking the white bitter substance clean off his salty skin. “So good (y/n)” Eddie smiled down at you, sending your stomach in flips.

he gripped his sensitive cock spreading his cum everywhere he could even sometimes dipping back into your parted lips for warmth a line of spit always following behind.

“I’m all dirty Eddie” you whined playfully, taking the mixture of spit and cum from your dripping chin and smearing it on your nipple, tugging at the small nub. “Is it my turn to make you all filthy?“ you asked teasingly and cocking your head to it’s side.

Eddies chuckled “Oh fuck yes.” He laid flat on his back pointing towards his face “sit down” He demanded his dick already half hard ready for more.

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[starry-nights12]

One Word Prompt (Jinx Diary)

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It was supposed to be a really nice night.

Ekko had visited me in my room. We lay on my bed, my head on his chest, and he wrapped his strong arm around my waist.

We held hands and talked about everything and nothing. We pretended the crystals hanging from my ceiling were stars.

I winded up the music box and we listened to that. The circular lightbulb spun around and reflected on the colorful crystals inside like a little dance.

I love it so much.

It's the first gift Ekko gave to me as his friend.

He assured me that we could be happy. We can make more pleasant memories together moving forward.

It's precious to me. It's my own treasure from a kind, loving, and caring man. If there was any doubt that I had a crush on him, that morning would prove it. ♡

I listened to his steady breathing and his heartbeat as he eventually fell asleep.

It always stared at me and I stared back.

The stuffed bunny is nailed above my desk next to my small memorial for my brothers and Dads.

It watched me grow up when she

I shouldn't think about her.

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I wasn't able to sleep last night.

Even when I'm cuddling with Ekko, I couldn't get comfortable. I was thinking about her when I shouldn't be. I tried not to but it's hard sometimes. I didn't want to.

So, I focused my attention on Ekko. I stayed up and watched him all night.

He looked so peaceful sleeping and I didn't want to wake him. I thought about how beautiful his personality was and how that made him more attractive.

I thought about how he wasn't a liar. He would never turn his back on me or betray me like she did.

The sunrised and its light peaked through the curtain.

The soft sunlight outlined his body and made his rich, dark brown skin almost glowed. His silver loc cuffs glinted prettily around white dreads.

He's stunning. Breathtakingly beautiful. There's no one else to compare him to. I can stare at him forever and ever. ♡

He opened his warm brown eyes at me and my smile was instant. "Mornin', Sleeping Beauty."

He smiled back at me softly. "Morning, pretty girl," he mumbled all sleepily.

It was a slow and lazy kiss but my heart fluttered and I felt sparks igniting like fireworks on my lips.

I felt warm and soft all over. He was mine and I was his. ♡

Adina and the others are making breakfast today. I told him I'd be down in a minute.

I was content.

I was loved unconditionally.

I was happy with the secret, little life I made.

At times like this, I wonder what Vi was up to.

It was a stupid thing to do.

She's cuddling with that demon while they smile and giggle as they plot my demise. How they're excited to throw me in Stillwater and the different ways I'll be murdered.

I can't even enjoy my morning with Little Man. Even when they're not here they RUIN EVERYTHING!

How can Caitlyn be more important than me? I'm her SISTER. Or at least I WAS until she made her final choice.

It could have been the three of us. Me, Vi, and Ekko. We could have all been happy and together instead of drifting apart.

She used to love me. I wished she still did but she made her choice.

But I killed our family and ruined all our lives. She's disgusted with me.

I miss her.

Miss Sis?

What's to miss???

There's nothing to reminisce except her fist turning me into this while she lives her life in bliss.

I needed her and she punched me.

SHE LEFT ME AGAIN.

I'm NEVER good enough for her. I'LL NEVER BE. She's DEAD to me.

Mylo was right.

She cares about that Enforcer more than me.  I KNOW IT.

I DON'T WANT HER.

I DON'T NEED HER!

I DON'T.

I DON'T.

I DON'T!!!

My Ekko is perfect. He's an angel.♡

He stayed. For now

He's all I have left.

He promised to always love me.

He's not like her.

He's all I need and wanted.

I love you, Ekko.

Always♡

[creative-minds01]

Trip to the Beach

Ft. Manjiro (Mikey) sano

Synopsis: Going with your boyfriend to the beach

Cw: one kiss (probably badly written)

I think Mikey would enjoy the beach and just staring at the ocean.

If you ask to go with him to the beach he would automatically agree and plan a date for you two.

“Baby hurry up I wanna find a good spot on the beach.” He whined.

“I’m coming just making sure I got everything hold on.”

After you checked that you had everything you hopped onto the back of his bike and held on tight while he drove towards the beach. On the way there he rambled about his favorite things to do at the beach and expressed how excited he was to take you.

When you got there he made sure to find the perfect area for you two and helped you set up. He went and dragged you to play with him as soon as y’all got situated.

I think that Mikey is the type to try and grab you and throw you into the water. Which sucks if you can’t swim. He’d probably end up trying to teach you how to if you can’t.

The rest of the day you two walked around the edge of the beach, built sand castles, and went to the pier and watched the water. Mikey wanted this date to be amazing for you and he tries to keep the delinquent stuff away from you for this.

As the day ended you both ended up going to a nearby shop that sold sweets and smoothies. You both enjoyed your treats as you walked along the shore one more time before leaving.

“Thank you so much for taking me to the beach today.” You said.

“It was no problem, I wanted my girl to be able to have a nice trip to the beach today.” He said as he smiled at you.

Suddenly the sun set and Mikey reached to move a loc from your face and held your cheek while looking in your eyes. He then kissed you softly in front of the sun set. When the kiss ended he looked at you with a bright smile and grabbed your hand to keep walking along the shore. Altogether it was an amazing trip to the beach.

[lokilover2341]

High Nights And Sober Daze

Roommate!Sukuna x AFAB Nonbinary!Reader

Another long ass day at work  *sigh*. Making their way through the front door of their shared apartment, Y/N slipped their shoes off and locked the door, leaning against it wearily.

“Bad day at work” Sukuna, one of their several roommates, called from the sofa. They ignored him trudging their way to their bedroom. Sukuna peeps in, having followed you. “ Hey, I rolled up a blunt if you want to shower real quick and join me.” “Yeah actually, that sounds good,” they reply, exhaustion heavy in their voice. Quickly pulling their butterfly locs up so they didn’t get too wet, Y/N hopped in the shower opting for a quick wash down rather than their usual full spa-esque routine. 

  Heading out to the patio where Sukuna was waiting, Y/N realized that two of their other roommates, Luis (their ex) and Octavia (his newest girlfriend) (this is what happens when you end up stuck in a multi year lease with someone who decided to cheat not once but twice) were also home. Offering a quick wave out of politeness, they attempted to escape what is usually a very awkward conversation. Not to say Y/N and Luis weren’t capable of being civil to each other, the problem that arises is that Octavia seems to think they are competing over everything. “Oh hey Y/N, guess what Luis got me today for no reason” Octavia chirped with a sly smirk, pushing out her hand to show you a beautiful crystal opal ring set. “Actually you…” Luis tried to interject. “It must really suck not having someone who’ll just buy you presents, huh?” she spoke over him. “ Actually I’m not big on receiving gifts as I am giving them, but thank you for your concern I guess” Y/N replied smoothly sliding out to the patio before Octavia had an opportunity to reply. 

  Sukuna let out a chuckle as they closed the sliding glass door, “Lemme guess she showed you that dumbass ring set she practically had to beg Luis to buy.” “Yeah.” “It's not like it's anything special, the chances of any part of that being real is low given how much of a cheapskate Luis is” Sukuna laughed as he lit the blunt in his hand. “There’s no need to say such rude things about Luis, it’s not like I care either way.” Y/N motioned for Sukuna to pass the blunt over tired of being sober most of the day and wanting to relax. “I’ll stop being rude when that idiot actually grows a fucking spine instead of letting that bitch walk all over him.” “I’ll take things that’ll never happen for 200, Alex” Y/N joked. " Did you maybe want to cuddle and watch a movie?" Sukuna asked hopefully. "Well I don't work tomorrow so I can stay up pretty late but you do know you don't have to ask to cuddle, we share a bed we already cuddle.” Y/N arched an eyebrow at him. “ Aww c'mon you’re no fun. Besides you know what I mean, I just want to be buried in your chest.” “Sure but no getting handsy like last time.” Y/N conceded. "Scouts honor, babe." he said lying through his teeth.

As the pair walked back in heading to their shared space, they were quickly interrupted before they walked through the living room. "Hey Sukuna, did you maybe want to hangout when Luis leaves for work tonight." Of course she'd try some shit like this. Y/N continued to walk to the room not sparing a second glance at Octavia. "I have far better things to do than sit here with you, while you drool over me like you don't have a boyfriend." Sukuna's face honestly looked as though he stepped in dog shit, though as far as Y/N was concerned he did when it came to Octavia. Y/N sat down waiting for Sukuna to join them, deciding to scroll on Hulu looking for something interesting. While preoccupied with their search, they didn't notice Sukuna launching himself on to the bed, knocking all of the air out of them. "OH MY GOD SUKUNA IF YOU DON"T GET YOUR HEAVY ASS OFF OF ME!" Barking out a laugh he (albeit reluctantly) rolled off of Y/N. “So find anything to watch or are we going to stare at the Hulu search menu all night?” “Hmmm I was thinking..” “If you say Blood-C again I'm biting you.” Sukuna looks over to see Y/N trying to muster up the best puppy dog eyes they can manage. Sukuna sighed rolling his eyes at them. “Would it kill you to watch anything else?” Y/N giggled at his question. “Why don’t you choose then? You know I suck at finding new shows.” “How about a horror movie?” After he picks a movie for the two to watch, Y/N let's him cuddle up against their chest with him softly humming in content.

[ink-flavored]

#OCKiss2024 Day 2: Rain

Sunshower Part of the @ockissweek event from Feb. 12-18th, featuring the titular couple from Pride & Justice. Tips are appreciated!

It was a peaceful day out. Pride walked down the street hand in hand with Justice, sated from lunch date and gawking around the local curiosity shops. They didn’t end of buying anything—or stealing anything, no matter how much he wanted to—but looking was enough. On a clear, warm day like this, walking around was an activity unto itself.

The first droplet struck his nose out of nowhere. Startled, he swiped it off and frowned up at the sky for an explanation. It wasn’t supposed to rain today. Sure enough, not a single dark cloud appeared to take the blame. They were all fluffy, white, and innocent. Pride narrowed his eyes.

“What’s the matter?” Justice asked.

“Did you feel any rain?”

Curious, Justice stuck his palm out, but he shouldn’t have bothered. A second drop, a third, followed by dozens and dozens more freckled the city streets. In a heartbeat, they were subject to a downpour. They both froze in shock, Pride gasping as water drenched his hair and shoulders and Justice hunched over with his hand over his head in a feeble attempt to shield himself. A torrent of rain plastered them, with pearly white clouds and the sun shining merrily.

“What,” Pride demanded, “the fuck?”

“I didn’t know this could happen,” Justice said, awed at the concept.

“What is happening? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I have no idea!”

Pride tugged him down the street. “Come on, let’s get somewhere dry.”

All around them, frazzled pedestrians dashed down the sidewalk to find refuge. No one had an umbrella, resorting to holding books, suitcases, purses, anything with a decent mass above their heads to poorly mimic one. Pride searched all around, trying to find an awning or a doorstep or something for them to stand under. Wet hair slapped his cheeks as he whipped his head back and forth. He swiped it away with growing annoyance, clothes getting steadily soaked through. He couldn’t find any escape.

“Oh no, Pride,” Justice warned.

“What?” he asked, squinting through the rain.

He squished his lips together, suspiciously amused. “Your eyeliner is…”

Pride froze, hand flying up to the corner of his eye. He stared in horror when his fingertips came away bright red. “Motherfucker.”

Justice snorted hugely before dissolving into laughter. Water ran in rivulets down the sides of his face, and they could have been tears of joy. Pride tried to swipe his face clean, but only succeeded in smearing it around.

“Ugh!” he complained. “I look like a mess now.”

“So do I!” Justice agreed, as if it were a good thing. “Here, here, watch.”

He flipped his locs over one shoulder, gathered them in his fists, and wrung them out like he did after a shower. A tiny waterfall rushed from his hands, splattering on the ground into the puddle forming at their feet. Pride stared, completely bewildered, while Justice broke into giggles again.

“What the Hell is so funny about this?” he asked.

“It’s fun to be a mess, isn’t it?”

“Only when I want to be.”

Justice shrugged, grinning in the face of his frustration. “You’re not getting any drier!”

With that, he skipped off down the street, arms outstretched to the pouring rain. Astonished, Pride could only chase after him, not enjoying it nearly as much.

The clouds hadn’t let up in the slightest. Rainwater rivers glugged into the street gutters. Puddles gathered in any unsuspecting divot, pooling at the ends of the sidewalks. There wasn’t an inch of Pride that wasn’t soaked, outfit ruined from the impossible storm. But ahead of him, Justice jumped and twirled around, water thrown off his locs in a shimmery arc.

“Can you slow down?” Pride called.

Instead of replying, Justice turned around and skipped his way back down the street. He took Pride’s hands and dragged him in a circle. Stumbling around, he sputtered through the water dripping down his face.

“What are you—why?” he asked.

“It’s fun,” Justice said, not dampened by the rain or his confusion. “Come on, try it.”

Pride resisted making a sour face. He wasn’t in the mood for fun. He wanted to stomp his way home, throw on some dry clothes, and complain incessantly about this disaster. But Justice was… happy. So he didn’t want to mess that up.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I guess I can’t look any more ruined than this.”

Justice stopped spinning and pulled him along at an eager pace. Pride jogged with all the effort he could muster, boots splashing in the rain. Justice’s sneakers matched him beat for beat, water bursting from under his soles. The drops continued to fall, flying right into their faces as they trotted through the curtain of rain. Pride swiped his eyes, clenched Justice’s hand, and picked up his pace to keep up. Justice smiled back at him, but with a brow raised. He sped up just enough to stay ahead.

Pride narrowed his eyes. If this was a race, he wasn’t going to be left behind. He lengthened his stride, practically jumping over the asphalt squares of sidewalk. With the advantage of height, Justice matched him easily. Pride steeled himself and went even faster, each footstep creating a burst of water that crashed back down like turbulent ocean waves.

He nearly tripped, alarmed, when he caught himself smiling. This… was fun. In his shock, Justice pulled ahead far enough that their linked hands stretched to a diagonal.

“No!” he growled.

Justice startled—a fatal mistake. Pride sprinted ahead with all his strength, wet footsteps matching the competitive thud in his ears. He grinned fiercely the second he was in the lead, fingers straining to keep their hold on Justice. Their wet hands slipped apart for a second, but he barely noticed, focused only on his victory.

The entire world lurched away. Justice snatched his waist, hoisted him into the air, and spun him in circles. Water flew off his soaked hair and clothes, and all Pride could do was laugh. Like their race mere seconds before, Justice matched him, beat for lighthearted beat.

On the way down, Pride twisted around to plant a wet kiss on his cheek. Justice set him down, spun him around, and cupped his cheeks for a full kiss. Pride grabbed his shirt, twisting his hands in the wet fabric to pull him closer. It squeezed a stream of water on the ground, joining the raindrops all around them.

“I don’t think you look ruined,” Justice murmured to him, “by the way.”

“No, I do,” Pride corrected. “But I make it look good.”

[exodusin]

"Hi good night or good morning I was just asking if you can do a teen Michael afton with a Jamaican s/o"

( yes am Jamaican and i hope your alright and well :)

TEEN MICHAEL AFTON WITH A JAMAICAN S/O☆

pairing ˖ ݁ ˓ teen michael afton x jamaican!reader drabble + headcanons (both Michael and reader are 18 seniors)

note ⋮sorry if this took long :,) please let me know if any of the following seems disrespectful since I’m not Jamaican, if there is let me know and I’ll fix or take it down, enjoy :D also no bite of 83 here just pure love and Michael just being an idiotic flirtatious teen in love ♡

contains ⋮ fluff, michael is a douchebag but he’s a total flirtatious dorky sweetheart, michael has a mullet, 80s love, pet names, a little tiny bit of spice nothing much

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It all started in early 1984, you were a new student in Hurricane, Utah. A simple girl with a pretty face, minding your own business, doing what you need to do, not a goody two shoes, just a student wanting to get your senior year over with, not expecting excitement until from a certain popular boy changes it all.

Michael tried so hard to not focus since he didn’t want to attach with someone who is new and wants to make them feel like any other nerd.

But he couldn’t because why did you have to be so damn beautiful?

Always looking pretty, being chill, you weren’t to prudy or too rude, you were just a butterfly fluttering around finding sweet nectar.

The way your long locs swayed gracefully as you did P.E, how relaxed you look, being cheerful at times like the world wasn't watching, your warm smile, your dark skin that made him all giddy inside, just YOU. Maybe he’ll cut you some slack and not be asshole just like he did to the other new students.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t mess with you a bit because that’s what he is. A bully

He made his move the next day when you were putting your stuff away in your locker, you turned your head to meet a teen about 18 years old and gave you a smirk with those stupid blue eyes that somehow made your heart flutter, but then you realize it was Michael Afton, the troublesome boy, the bad boy, you looked at him a playful judgmental look at his sudden appearance beside your locker.

“You're the new girl, innit?” he asked, and not in a way to be friendly but to annoy you, you were unbothered since you can do the same, you closed your locker and held your books close you, “Yea? What are you here for? To shove inside my locker as you do to the other kids?” you teased, damn, your voice was attractive as hell, he could just melt in that spot he's standing, his tried to maintain tough in front of you but damn just you existing made him a giddy dork.

Although he didn’t expect you to respond, instead all his cockiness faded, well not all but more than half

“What? No no no, you got it wrong I just...hmph...I, oh shit, you just seem cool and I wanted to introduce myself since you don’t seem nerdy or geeky as the other new students…..” You slowly raised a brow and chuckled a bit, “There’s nothing more cute than seeing a punk get nervous over a girl, how sweet.”

You knew he liked- well had a crush on you- but Michael didn’t like the slow chemistry going on so he followed his instincts and confessed to you about his feelings, you weren’t going to lie, he was attractive and treated you like a queen more than he did with his friends, plus he was really to fun to hang out with and you were indeed catching feelings.

That night, you two were just cuddling in the back of car and he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his thumbs softly rubbing your cheek, he so wanted to kiss those plump lips of yours that seem to have pineapple lipgloss but you decided to tease him and kiss him on the cheek instead, payback for the bullying he does towards his little brother and the nerdy freshman.

“Drive me home, pretty boy. I’m tired, it was nice today, thank you.”

Poor boy didn’t get his kiss, karma tho.

Anywho- headcanons!

Sometimes when it’s night time in Friday nights Michael would visit you outside your balcony, just seeing you dance to a childhood reggae song or any other music that you like.

“Nice moves, babydoll.”

Yup, babydoll is the special nickname he has for you.

He came back that night just to get his kiss, you found it silly but still, you couldn't resist it, you so wanted to kiss him back, and damn it sent him to the moon.

The kiss was romantic, slow, and passionate and when I say after that kiss, Michael will buy you loads of lipgloss for those perfectly shaped lips of yours, you just look so darn beautiful in them, he wants to claim you in every shape, way, or form.

He wants to learn how to do your hair and doesn't want to mess it up, if you ever ran out of the shampoo that is needed for your texture he will buy it in a second, need new bonnets? He will buy the finest ones on earth.

If he messes up the slightest on styling your hair he’d cursed himself while you just laugh at him and just teach him the basics.

He LOVES laying between your pillowy thighs, the way the lamp reflects your dark skin is like an image the gods sent him. Double pointers if you play with fluffy mullet while he rests his head between your thighs giving them butterfly kisses.

If you were to sleep over at his house he would lend you an oversize band shirt, he definitely didn't hide your pajamas just so he could get away with seeing you with his shirts.

Anywho

The days you doll yourself up, with cute clothes that fit your curves perfectly, your hair either styled in long locs, braids with beads, or an afro with flower decorations, Michael will do everything in his power to hold you by the waist, a sign to show others your his.

He gets more possessive when the tormentors from his friend group flirt with you, like for instance, Jeremy Fitzgerald (freddy mask) once said-

“You and I will get married one day ;)”

Michael: MARRY MY FIST—

Sorry this silly punk British boy loves you so much, he can’t help it.

But you return your love and reassure his by kissing him all over his face with your plump lips, his grin turns idioticly boyish.

He’d love your parents and how they embrace their culture, your dad having records of popular 60s-70s reggae artists in the living room like Bob Marley and The Wailers, Toots & The Maytals, Horace Andy, etc.

Your mother gave you the idea to invite Michael over for dinner to meet him, and Michael was more than happy because the food tasted like he's got a piece of what heaven is like, the dinner was a Jamaican dish called Fish Escovitch along with fried plantains as a side snack.

William didn't know how to cook for shit, and the poor boy had to eat it because as much as he'd rather starve he knew he couldn't.

But with this food your mother served, he was finally satisfied but had to maintain proper, despite him being a dirtbag that has no shame slamming geeks into the lockers and mercilessly beating them up.

When school was finally over for the summer, you invited him to Jamaica for two weeks of the summer, a town called Falmouth.

And you in your emerald bikini and beach skirt that fitted your dark skin is so beautiful, he always asked himself how he got so lucky to have someone like you, a piece of the heavens sent for him ignoring his aggressive persona of a bully, because, despite all that, the heavens new Michael Afton would treat you like a queen.

It was like you were made of stars instead of atoms.

In the lagoon, at night, Michael would place a Hibiscus flower behind your ear, place you on his lap and kiss your face and run gently his pale fingers onto your wet locs and whisper-

“I love you F/N, only you, and forever be, even in the afterlives, there will be no existence where me and you aren’t together.”

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

hurt/comfort with female reader with Werewolf! Sanford?

reader has she/they pronouns

Pubby man :3

Werewolf!Sanford x Demigirl!reader

CW: mentions of painful transformation, reader gets hurt by accident

Scrolling down your feed today greeted you with posts and photos of both your ex boyfriend and ex best friend, mutual friends showering them with love and praise about their engagement, completely forgetting about how a year ago you'd caught them cheating together.

She was moved in, and you were evicted, a lifelong friendship down the drain, and a supposedly solid relationship of five years gone, bags packed and dumped outside with you.

Old scars ached again, tears filling your eyes despite how hard you tried to fight them. "She thought I actually loved her!" Ex bf laughed, his girl joining in. "They're so stupid! I mean really [Name], do you think someone like him would care for a nothing like you?"

It was dark, a light drizzle dampening your skin and suitcase, hands shaking from the winter chill and adrenaline pumping in your veins. Who could you even call right now? The two people you'd usually turn to were the ones who'd caused this agony.

A name popped up in your contacts, one you'd run with in the past for a brief period. Sanford, a man with a spotty past, but a heart of gold. It'd been a few years... Would he have the same number? Would he remember you? Would he even care?

You hit dial.

Your walk down memory lane was disrupted as the bed was weighed down, San flopping down next to you with a towel around his hips, and one around his lengthy locs. "Hey princess," He sported a wolfish grin, but it dropped when he saw you crying. "oh sweetie, what's wrong?"

He sat up and pulled you into his arms, even if you'd tried to resist, you doubted you could, his arms muscular from all the fighting and heaving lifting he did in his day-to-day. The smell of wet dog clung to him, part of his lycanthropy, no matter how hard he scrubbed or what scents he used, he'd always smell of wet dog out of the shower.

"It-it's been a year since it happened," He glanced and your phone, still on the photo featuring ex bestie's hand, showing off the stupid rock on her finger. Carefully he took your phone and set it down.

Over the past year, you'd rekindled your friendship with Ford, introducing you to his current company and friends. As different as you were to the team, they'd mostly accepted you with open arms, with the exception of the ever looming darkness named Hank. They still didn't seem to have warmed up to you.

"Why did you bring an outsider in? She looks weak, unable to pull their weight here." Hank grumbled in annoyance.

"Cause they're Ford's friend, you moody creep." Deimos rolled his eyes, patting your shoulder. "A friend of Fordie's is a friend of mine, alright chiquita?"

Doc, the leader of the group, watched you carefully behind his red tinted goggles. "I'll the the risk and accept you on the grounds that Sanford trusts you. But make no mistake, if you cross us, you won't like what will happen."

Once or twice a month, the boys would shower after working, and head out at night which had confused you at first, until you'd come to realise these outings always lined up with full moons. You'd cornered Sanford about it once, and he folded, showing off a massive scar on his back, claws had raked down it and eternally changed his fate.

"Werewolf. Would've have figured there would be werewolves out here, but there's vampires and witches, and other occultist stuff." He shivered as you touched them, long since healed over, but still sensitive and tender to touch. "I accidentally turned Deimos into one, who bit Doc and turned him, and in turn he changed Hank."

Despite the four of them being werewolves, you'd never seen any of them in their wolfy forms, and the curiosity picked at your brain whenever you glanced the scars on San's back, the one on Dei's shoulder, Doc's wrist and Hank's throat.

"C-can you please stay with me tonight?" You sobbed into Sanford's chest, and he let out a long sad dog sigh.

"It's a full moon tonight princess." His golden eyes met yours. "It'd be incredibly dangerous."

"Please?"

He sighed again. "Changing isn't super fun to watch, you get used to the pain after a few turns, but the noises and movements of it can be disturbing. But I am worried about you, so I will stay tonight. But whatever happens, please know I'm not going to be in full control of myself. The animalistic side can be vicious, which is why we go outside."

Darkness fell, Deimos whined about taking Sanford out and Doc seemed unconvinced about leaving you alone with another wolf, but eventually the three left when Hank began groaning and falling onto his hands, a sign of incoming change.

"Hank's always the first to turn." Sanford was laying on his stomach while resting his head on your lap, wearing boxer shorts and nothing else. Why would he get dressed up to tear out of his clothes later?

"I'd say it's because Doc bit him in the throat so the wolf side hits hit brain faster, but it's much more likely they're so eager to hunt and tear that they kinda force it." He was helping distract you, and it was working fairly well.

"Does he grow fur or is he bald like he normally is?" You had to stifle a laugh imagining a hairless werewolf.

"He grows thick black fur, like his eyebrows. But it's kinda funny they get hair once or twice a month only to lose it in the morning." San chuffed before letting out a long groan and exhale. "It's starting to happen, princess."

His golden eyes met yours, his iris growing further into his eye, his pupils narrowing into fine points. "I don't want to scare you, are you really sure you want me here tonight?"

"I couldn't be scared of you Sanford. I... Like you too much to be scared." A loud snap came from his body, his skull began to reform, nose and lips pushing outwards and transforming into a snout.

Sanford snarled the whole time his body shifted, his bones cracking and reshaping to accommodate his wolf form. You tenderly supported his head on your lap as he writhed in pain, he raked his claws over your thigh by accident, leaving bloodied scratches.

A mixture of black and dark grey fur coated his body, his arms, legs, back and face black, while the rest was dark grey with black mixed in. He was beautiful, his pelt incredibly soft under your fingers. San's golden eyes opened, and he looked up to you, a mixture of wildness and familiarity in him.

His cold wet nose twitched, and he looked down at your leg, noticing the scratch he'd made. "Don't... worry about it." You mumbled softly, apprehensive that he'd turn vicious if you spoke too loud. Of course you loved and trusted him, but at the end of a day, he was a gigantic wolf, who could tear you apart.

He licked the wound, and it ached, before going numb, and you watched as the flesh slowly melded together, forming a bumpy scar. Wolf spit had a healing factor of some kind, interesting.

Sanford got up, stretching his full body, joints creaking and popping slightly as they settled into their new positions. He shook his body, sending fluff everywhere, coating you, the bed, the floor, every surface.

"What are you going to do now..?" He looked at you, tilting his head aside. Normally he'd be full of energy, ready to spring, hunt, kill. But right now... He just wanted to lay with his packmate. San settled back on the bed, his chest heaving with each breath.

Admittedly he looked comfortable, and you cautiously laid your head on his side, hearing his heart beating. His fur was silky soft, he was a massive fluffy pillow, perfect to just close your eyes for a second on and-

You woke to the bed being disturbed, opening your aching eyes to see another wolf standing over you, his sea-glass eyes glittering softly. Tufts of black intertwined with his brown and white fur, his tail wagging slowly, careful to not spook you.

He smelled of smoke and earth, his tongue lolling slowly as he panted, tired from his hunt. Deimos, definitely Deimos. He collapsed over you, Sanford letting out a loud huff as the smaller, but still larger than you, wolf made himself comfy.

The next was a wolf of light and dark grey, white around his muzzle to show his age. Doc, judging by the black streaks sticking up like a mohawk along his back, and the scars along his face. He pressed his nose to your cheek before laying behind Sanford, the two back to back.

Last was a jet black wolf with angry red eyes, he leaped onto the bed, his lips peeled back. Interestingly, his missing lower jaw had been changed into one that bit his wolf face, and there was blood oozing from it. A lot of blood.

Hank spat a severed finger onto your chest, a familiar looking engagement ring around it, before they laid down, cheek slightly touching your leg. As grizzly as his gift was, at least Hank had done something nice for you. Kinda.

You tossed the finger aside and let the warm wolf pile lull you back to sleep, dreams of one day running with them flooding your mind. Perhaps... One day.