#tyyy for the kind words!!!

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I really like your fic Illustrated! I think your characterization of Eddie and Steve is so great and lovely! Excited seeing what you have in store for the story and I love that Chrissy survived. I’m a sucker for some Chrissy and Eddie platonic moments. Both of them stole my heart from the get go. I was so sad that show killed her off so early.

Ayyy ty!!

I've actually been working quite a bit on Illustrated lately so I'm glad it's still got interest!!

I too, am a sucker for Chrissy surviving and joining The Party, and she and Eddie end up BFF's in Illustrated. There was so much one could DO there and I think she'd have fit in very well.

I'm also super excited cause @chalkysgarbagefire drew the most GORGOUS picture of Chrissy for Chapter Five and I am HYPPPPE for it. You know

. Once it's finally finished.

Eventually.

[tender-rosiey]

Hii, can I request a fic where sukuna is trying to court the reader but she's still scared of him and doesn't realize what he's trying to do?🫶🏾

tethered — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: i could not let reader be trampled on; am sorry :( i mean you can tell she is scared but she aint gon take crap from him ALSO if you guys saw that I used this sukuna panel before, pls tell me tyyy

the room feels far too small with him in it, despite its towering ceilings and wide stone floors. his presence suffocates every inch of space, like the weight of a storm pressing down on you, demanding attention.

your hands tremble slightly as you pour tea into the lacquered cup, but you force them to steady. you’ve been doing this long enough to know better than to show fear, even if your pulse hammers in your throat.

the weight of sukuna’s gaze is heavy, as always, but you keep your eyes trained on the task, pretending not to notice the way he watches your every move, like a predator biding its time.

you place the tea in front of him, bowing respectfully.

yet the air between you shifts—his presence thick with something unfamiliar. you glance up, wary, only to find his eyes, crimson and sharp, still locked onto you.

that smile—the one that sends chills racing down your spine—curves his lips.

“you’re trembling again,” he says, his voice low, dark amusement coloring every word.

you grit your teeth, forcing yourself to breathe slowly, evenly.

“it’s cold, my lord,” you respond, as calmly as you can manage, though the lie feels feeble. everyone knows that with sukuna in the room, it’s never the cold you have to fear.

he leans forward slightly, one of his lower arms lazily resting on the table, the other two still folded across his broad chest. “is that so?” his voice is smooth, but there’s an edge to it that unsettles you more than his usual biting remarks.

you’ve heard the whispers, the rumors—how he’s been different lately, his focus shifted. and it’s not hard to guess where that focus lies.

you’ve felt the shift, too. the extra care given to your meals, the finery left in your chambers, and the subtle way he’s been keeping you close. too close.

you glance at him from the corner of your eye, nerves flaring. “I don’t mean to waste your time, my lord. if there’s nothing else, I should return to my duties.”

his chuckle fills the room, rich and deep, as though you’ve just said something absurdly amusing. “so eager to leave?” he asks, his voice low. “I’ve been generous, haven’t I?”

there’s something different in his tone now, something dangerous. your stomach knots as his gaze sharpens, studying you with unnerving intensity.

“my lord, I—” you stop yourself, choosing your words carefully. the last thing you want is to provoke him. “you’ve been more than kind. but I am still just a servant. I don’t require such attention.”

his smile widens, showing more of his sharp teeth, the predatory glint in his eyes growing darker. one of his upper hands moves, reaching out to tilt your chin upward, forcing you to meet his gaze head-on.

“just a servant?” he repeats, voice dripping with mockery. “you really think I would waste my time on someone who means nothing?”

you swallow hard, refusing to flinch under his touch. his hand is surprisingly gentle, but the power behind it is unmistakable. you force yourself to meet his eyes, despite every instinct screaming at you to look away.

“I—I…think I don’t know why you would waste your time on someone who isn’t afraid to speak her mind.”

his eyes flash with something dark and unreadable, but it isn’t anger. it’s interest. you can see the amusement flickering beneath the surface, and it sends another chill down your spine.

“you think you’re brave?” he muses, his voice lowering to a dark whisper. “or perhaps foolish?”

your breath hitches, his words unsettling. “I don’t think it’s foolish to speak honestly,” you reply, voice steadier than you feel. “especially when I’ve done nothing to earn the attention of someone like you.”

sukuna leans forward again, all four arms now resting on the arms of his throne as he stares you down. the air feels heavier, charged with something dangerous and electric.

his voice drops low, smooth as silk but with a dark edge. “you’ve earned it by surviving in my presence this long. by not running when you had the chance. that interests me.”

your heart races, the closeness unnerving, but you refuse to back down. “I’m here because it’s my duty,” you manage, your voice sharp and defiant. “not because I seek your favor or your… gifts.”

sukuna laughs then, the sound deep and rumbling, like distant thunder.

“ah, so you do notice my gifts. modest as they are.” he leans in closer, one of his lower hands brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “tell me, little servant, if it’s not favor you seek, what do you want?”

your stomach flips, the closeness sending a wave of heat through your cheeks, but you stand firm.

“I want to be left alone,” you reply bluntly, trying not to flinch under his gaze. “I want to do my duties without feeling like prey every time I enter the room.”

his eyes narrow slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in them, but there’s something else too. amusement. curiosity. he’s not angry—if anything, he seems more intrigued than before.

“you think you’re prey?” he muses, his voice lowering to a dark whisper. “perhaps you are. or perhaps, you’ve already caught the ‘predator’s’ attention in ways you don’t yet understand.”

his words sending a chill down your spine, but you stand firm. “If I have, it’s not by choice, sukuna-sama.”

his smile softens, just a fraction, but it’s no less menacing. he rises from his seat, towering over you as he closes the distance between you in a heartbeat.

his four hands move with calculated grace, two of them resting on either side of your face, trapping you in place as he looms over you.

“choice is an illusion for you humans,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “but you’ll come to understand that in time.”

despite the trembling in your limbs, you lift your chin, meeting his gaze with a newfound defiance. “I’m not afraid of you.”

he smirks, his eyes gleaming with approval at your boldness. “good. fear is boring.”

then, in a startlingly unexpected move, he leans down, brushing his lips against your forehead—an act of tenderness that catches you completely off guard.

the warmth of his breath lingers, and the moment stretches between you, almost surreal.

“besides,” he continues, voice low and surprisingly gentle, “I find your spirit rather… enticing.”

your heart races, confusion mingling with the fear that had gripped you moments before.

this man, this powerful being, was something else entirely, and as you step back, you can’t shake the strange warmth that blooms in your chest.

with that, he releases you, stepping back and letting the tension between you linger like smoke in the air.

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Read my fic! this is the part two to the fic i will be summarizing to get out of finishing, but is readable on its own!

i wanna die with you, wendy, on the streets tonight, in an everlasting kiss

Celia/Elena, and the moments around the moment that changed their whole lives. for ockiss<3 even if it takes over a thousand words to get there

In the aftermath of conflict, Celia and her friends, feeling down and hollow, collect their 'reward' for coming out on top- a meeting with Capo Polpo.

But that's for their new leader to worry about, Celia's thoughts are all wrapped up in Elena, as they escort their leader to the meeting, and afterwards the Capos strange gift leads to her getting her selfish wish and kissing Elena, but only because she doesn't know if they will survive the mysterious blow dealt to both of them.

Their friends Tesoro and Conficcare find both of them wrapped in a bloody embrace, just streets from their home, and as Celia wakes, she is reminded of the love and joy her life holds, despite the hollowness she feels.

posted on ao3 as well as its just over 2k words. warning for minor character death, graphic depictions of violence, and a near death experience.

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Their refuge of peace was fraught with anxiety, exhaustion in every line of the bodies lying on various surfaces. 

Part of the anxiety was undeniably the fact that Sovrano was intruding on their space, laying claim to what had always been their place- but he was good at that, taking over what was theirs with an unspoken promise of violence.

Victory had never felt so bitter-sweet, aching bodies and eyes staring into the recent past, even the satisfaction of winning was hollow. 

Yet Sovrano was waiting for something, anticipating action- despite the bandages and stitches, and there had been so much blood, and someone else had managed to knife him, in that last desperate attempt, but missed killing him by a few centimetres.

Celia didn't know if she was glad it missed or not. She was already the de facto leader of their little sub-group, and despite the leers, she would be the one to step up when Sovrano was taken out of the game- Hell she had stepped up as he was taken care of in that clinic.

Mama, look at your darling daughter now, so bloody and violent, a leader of men. Do you weep, up in heaven, your spirit looking down at she who once was your darling child, hands now soaked in blood? 

By all rights, Elena should be the next in line, but this scholarship- well, she's been slowly retreating from them, preferring to study and linger in what passed for a studio in school, than hang out in parks and bars and wherever they chose to linger at night, drifting through the stone jungle they called home.

A dial tone interrupted her thoughts, distracting her from the dawning fear and hollow heart that were now so common when she thought about Elena, and their future.

Sovrano jumped to get it, fear in his eyes, trying to collect himself as he hobbled to the landline.

“Signor?”

Blue, green, brown and finally her own unsettling gold eyes all stared at him and the receiver he held to his ear. The lingering headache ringing in her head mangled the words he replied, as her mind slogged to try and think who it could be, who he would speak to with that level of respect.

Still, despite her struggle, his last words caused a burst of clarity to cut through the lingering pain. But in turn, that space was soon filled by fear.

“It would be my honour to meet with Capo Polpo”

The click of plastic on plastic felt like a gunshot echoing through the room, the roar inside Celia's head sounding eerily reminiscent of engines.

“Muro, Spina. You're with me, given how you both came out the best off.”

Everyone can hear the aborted statement about people hesitating to hit a woman, or some lewd joke about tits distracting the Capo. Sovrano may see himself as a man's man, but even he has to alter his language now the dust has settled and those ‘bitches’ are what got them standing above the rest.

The wall and the thorn. Celia was growing to fit her new name, and Elena was always sharp, but these past few weeks made her edge razor thin, and even deadlier. The masculine noun felt right on her, although it felt strange to be the wall, instead of being told she was stubbornly smashing her head against one. Elena loved telling her that, or mocking her name by calling her Cecità, blind. 

Elena has already got up, donning her leather jacket and checking the placement of her knives, all in the time Celia was musing on names. She stood up to do the same, patting down her trench coat and checking the internal sheaths were all easy to access. Both their new jackets having been recently repurposed and retrofitted to be walking armories, after their beloved previous ones took hit after hit until they were nothing but strips of leather and cloth. She mourned their well loved clothes, the new ones still being broken in and altered to suit them both.

Confident she wouldn't slice open her coat- or herself- unsheathing a knife, she ventured for the stairs, towards her steel toe capped boots, and the mysterious meeting with the capo.

-

The concrete walls of the gilded cage the Capo holds court from are cool to lean on, the two armed youths having not even entertained the possibility of being taken through, even with all the bribes that line the guards pockets. Celia doesn't mind, hating the unnecessarily complicated mind games of the older made men, preferring the clarity of necessity that colours the fights and battles of the street gangs. 

She doesn't mind letting the cold seep into her through her coat, Elena right next to her and gazing out at the city skyline, doesn't mind it at all.

And if her eyes linger on the person beside her, on the folds of leather, on the hands still splattered with paint, on her eyes and face and lips, then that's her secret. Elena too distracted to notice her lingering gaze, hands twitching like she wants to reach for a paint brush, as her eyes stare into the distance, mind whirring with composition and colour. 

She's an artist to the bone, got creation on her soul, and one day, Celia prays, Elena will have the time and money to put to canvas every painting she ever dreamed of making, even the ones she's daydreaming of now, when it's just half formed thoughts to distract herself while waiting.

-

Sovrano walked out- and they fell in behind him- cupping a lighter of all things. They walked in silence, meandering back towards their home streets, his face screwed up in concentration, having said nothing other than that he cannot let the lighter go out, and there are good things in store for them.

Almost home, they turned into a plaza, but Sovranos hands were getting lazy, and the wind whistling through an alleyway took them off guard, and as the flickering light died out, fear and panic rose on his face, as he looked around then scrambled to re-light it.

Celia shook her head at the strange ritual, turning away from checking in on him due to his sudden movements, when the smack of flesh on stone altered her to his fall-

Blood, again, bright red soaking flagstones instead of grass, but this time, there is no coming back for their leader. 

Bullet? But the blood- like a stab, not gunshot. No weapon in sight, no perpetrator- sniper?

Cold, a prick at her back, just between her shoulder blades, then white hot pain, her brain screaming, and all she can think about is Elena. Elena who has a chance at a future, who has a chance to get her and her family off of these bloodsoaked streets, and before she knows it, her muscles move, instinct propelling her, knocking Elena to the ground, hand cradling the back of her neck to lessen the fall, arm clutching hers, too tight, but the pain, bright and unyielding, blinds her.

Her nose hits something soft, a cheek and her lips are about to- and if shes at the angle she thinks shes at- our mother in heaven let her be selfish just this once- and both their lips are dry and cracked- and let her have this, let this be her last moments, kissing the person she loves as she cradles her, lying on blood splattered flagstones, warm underneath them both from the hot sun.

Let her be selfish again, and open her eyes, let her memorise Elena's face, again, let it be what she sees-

The warmth under them both is wet and the hole through her extends to her love, and she feels her body slipping out from under her, panic overrides the pain as she sees the hole placed just between Elena's collar bones- and no she didn't- no- not her. Something in her throat building up, a scream, but all that comes out is blood, as flickering darkness descends, and her body gives out from under her, and for a split second she swears she can see herself, blood streaming down her back, both their lips stained, just like the stone below, wrapped in a pathetic embrace.

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She wakes up like that, sprawled on the stone, blood turned brown and flaking at the touch. Something brushes against her shoulder blades, A freckled hand reaches towards her, and there's a split second where she hunches over Elena further, before she connects the hand to Tesoro, and relaxes, turning her face towards him, eyes blinking in the dim evening light.

Another hand, slimmer and presumably the source of the touch that woke her, cups her head, and Tesoro pushes on her shoulder, rolls her over onto her back, leaving Elena unprotected. 

Cool fingers massage her temples, and coax her eyes into focusing on the blue ones staring into hers, above them, brows knitted in concentration. One hand reaches towards the cool skin on her chest, where the frayed and torn edges of the hole in her shirt brush against her skin, outlining the exposed flesh. A gasp she later realises is her own sounds out as fingertips brush against scar tissue, where only hours ago, there was a gaping wound.

Clumsy movements drag her arm towards Conficcares, pulling on it it like a petulant child, the pushing it towards Elena, trying to convey what her throat won't let her, to help Elena over her, help the one of them with a future, the one who shouldn't be lying wounded on these bloodsoaked streets. the one who has a chance to escape.

Tesoro breaks the silence, from where he is leaning over Elena, with confused murmuring to Conficcare, “It's the same, these scars are fresh, but-” he shakes his head in frustration- “they didn't have these when the went out-” his head turns to Conficcare, eyes weighing on him, silently asking the groups medic if these were past wounds, hidden from the rest of them.

He shakes his head solemnly in answer, “There should be no way for them to have healed in a few hours.”

Celia tries to open her mouth, but no words come out, the poor things getting stuck on the raw edges of her throat. She just gapes like an air-drowning fish, before squeezing her eyes shut at the effort.

Pity shines in green and blue eyes, and behind the shield of her eyelids, it weighs heavy on her chest. The silence weighs heavier, she can almost hear the exchange between the two, concern and questions flying over her head. She can almost hear Tesoro constructing the perfect comforting words, weaving them together, reassurances and certainty and love and-

-and Conficcare beats him to the bullet and breaks the silence.

“You really must be out of it, if you're aren't threatening comical acts of violence upon me for feeling up your chest,” 

It sounds forced, even to her, and Tesoro sighs, ready to reprimand their ill-tongued friend, when finally her throat lets something out, and her eyes open in shock as giggles bubble out of her mouth. 

Conficcare grins at her, and Tesoros head is in his hands as he gives into laughter too-

A voice next to her bites out, “Idiota” any malice blunted by the fondness that underlies every syllable.

And Celia turn her head towards her sun and grins too, wide and full of love, giggles turning to cackles, Tesoros shoulders shaking alongside his head, as he lowers his arms and reveals his own grin, and finally Elena cracks to, rolling her eyes as the twitch at the corner of her mouth turns into a smile, lovingly frustrated, but then her eyes glint maliciously and she opens her mouth again-

“Please, you kiss worse when you are trying to be romantic than Celia over here did when she was actively bleeding out.”

The smug look is wiped off Conficcares face as he processes what Elena just said, and Celia is certain what blood remains in her is all in her cheeks and she burns with embarrassment.

Conficcare finds his words quickly, turning his kicked dog eyes onto Tesoro and pleading “I'm a good kisser- aren't I, Tesoro?”

Tesoro joins her and Elena on the floor as he gasps for breath, Conficcare pouting at him, at them all, as if to protest against the mockery he was suffering.

Celia is warm now, laughter and love filling her back up, anchoring her again to this world, fondness for life soaking back into her bones. She loves these idiotas, every fucking one of them.

“Love you too, idiota, but watch who your calling stupid, my stubborn Muro”

Ignore that, Celia is crawling under the nearest rock and dying. 

…She's still grinning though.

And not even the pressing weight of consequences, not the cooling corpse of someone she's known since she was eleven, nor the mysteries of how exactly they were hurt and healed can douse the warmth in her heart.

[vampiric-tempt]

Hello!! I love stories soooo muuchh >^<

Since it’s that time of year, how would Smoke, and other mk1 cast of your choice react to being in a haunted maze with the reader?? TYYY🎃🎃🎃

↳˳❝ mk1 cast in a haunted maze☾⋆｡° Pt. 1 🎃

✦ headcanons w/ liu kang, kung lao, raiden, lin kuei brothers, johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, shang tsung, havik, & syzoth

a/n: My brain was thinking really hard on how they'd actually be in a haunted maze and this is the best I came up for the first half! Part 2 will include the mk women too!!!

Liu Kang ➤ He finds the attraction somewhat amusing. However he does not find it scary. Being a god has trained him to become wise and undeterred to such things, but he does enjoy your company and how you push him from behind so he could lead. It even boost his ego a little, feeling your hands cling to him with a small smile on his face.

Kung Lao ➤ He talked a big game, claiming that he'd protect you and that you can cling to him. However, deep down inside he is actually afraid. Will he show it or admit it? Probably not, but his hand does clench whenever a scare actor jumps out. When you guys reach the end, he puffs out his chest. "See babe? Wasn't scary at all."

Liar.

Raiden ➤ He was pushed to the front and admitted he was a bit nervous. He does get scared, but is extremely nice about it. Saying things like "Woah, you really got me there!" or "That costume is really. . .realistic." And he's okay with people clinging to him, he feels better knowing that you can be safe around him. Raiden is a sweet boy so he really enjoys the concept of Halloween, he finds it very fun and a great way to hang out with others.

Bi-Han ➤ He is. . . unamused. His face is grumpy throughout the whole thing and when people try to scare him, he just kind of stares with a raised brow. He charges through the maze without an ounce of fear, dragging you behind him because he wants to get this whole thing over with.

"Did you have fun?" You ask him.

"No."

Kuai Liang ➤ Like a father who finds it fun, but isn't really scared by it. He'd laugh in amusement every time someone jumps out and he has an arm protectively around you. He's heard of Halloween before, but never really experienced it in his younger days, so truthfully, he liked it when you dragged him along to the event. Of course, you did it only to use him as a shield, but Kuai Liang was okay with it.

"Are these truly supposed to scare people?" He'd ask, grinning at you.

Tomas Vrbada ➤ Took some convincing to get him to even go in. He tried his best to make excuses because yes, he was afraid, but more of Bi-Han's opinion. However, Kuai Liang told him it was okay and to have fun. So it resulted in the two of you both clinging to each other throughout the whole thing, screams leaving your throats every time something happened. Even though Tomas was scared shitless, he enjoyed the absolute thrill it gave him. He never got the chance to enjoy the simple pleasures of just being scared and having fun so he loved it in the end.

Johnny Cage ➤ "You go in first." He says.

"No, you go in first."

"You're being a pussy."

"Says you."

You and him ended up going in at the same time faking confidence and ended up clinging to each other in fear. You guys screamed the loudest screams you've ever scrumpt (Ik this is not a real word) and even ended up trying to push open a pull door. The scare actors were very entertained by you two to say the least.

Kenshi Takahashi ➤ He can't see, but was happy to be there as you helped him walk through the maze. He did get spooked by the random sound effects and louds screams they did so being blind didn't make him miss out on the maze entirely.

In the beginning though, he thought it was childish, saying "Really? You want me of all people to go in with you?" But he had fun nonetheless. He didn't outright say it though because he did not want to seem soft.

Shang Tsung ➤ He thought it was a waste of time, childish, and stupid. Did he go in though? Reluctantly, he did. He would get scared, but would be irritated by it. Huffing like the sassy man he is and rolling his eyes every time they managed to spook him.

"That was ridiculous, but the contraptions in there did give me some great inspiration."

. . .yeah, please don't ever show him the "Saw" films.

Havik ➤ An absolute menace. He laughs every time they try and scare him and sometimes he screams back just to see if he can spook them too. Most of the time he does because he not only screams, but tears off his limbs to terrify them even more.

"Earthrealmers are scared so easily." He chuckles in the most villain way possible.

Loves it because all he can hear are the screams of people and the decorations were pure chaos. Although he is a little upset that they aren't real. Why can't you just use real human corpses and skeletons? They're easy to get. . . to him at least.

Syzoth ➤ He was always very aware of his surroundings so don't blame him if he's a bit defensive the entire time. You had to reassure him that they wouldn't actually attack him and even if did understand, he'd still remained cautious. Even so, the maze did manage to spook him several times. Eventually, he eased into the concept of the holiday and began to enjoy himself. It was also a perfect place for him to be in his natural form, everyone complimenting him on his "costume". It made the zaterran happy as he gazed at the decorations in curiosity and awe.

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[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

If you do take requests at this moment, can I request a Hualian x GN reader where reader feels like the third wheel, and when Hualian look further into reader, they find out that reader is hurting themselves/trying to change in the way they look

That Hualian would baby reader, like take sharp objects out of arm’s reach, or spoon feed reader when it’s time to eat. Giving reader kisses and words of affirmation every time they’re around

Lol, I’m feeling very angsty, but if this request is a little too far, you don’t have to do it (I hope you’re doing great! Make sure to drink enough water!) 🥰

Shape Shifting Heart

HuaLian x gn!reader

Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight OOC

Made up looks about reader for plot

Tyyy Pepsi zero has become my hydration 😔🙏

Also I'm so sorry for disappearing but I've had like the worst few months of my life ever so 😃🙏 bear with me

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Being with Xie Lian and San Lang is the best thing that has ever happened to you. There's so much love to go around with three people and everyone is always taking care of each other! So you never listened to people being hateful about it, whether that be other gods or ghosts. You guys are happy and that all that matters right?

What happens when all of you aren't happy, when it's just one person bringing down the mood and the whole relationship? That's how you've been feeling lately. You haven't been much use to Xie Lian and San Lang these days. Often, you've been curled up in bed and staying hidden under the covers. For what reason? They don't know. You won't talk to them, and while Xie Lian and San Lang pride themselves on knowing you inside and out they can't figure out what's wrong.

You can't tell them. It's kind of embarrassing, humiliating even. How do you tell your lovers, "I feel like the third wheel, I feel neglected and left out" to the two kindest people you've ever met. Everything you do seems to make it worse and you're trying your best so you don't understand why it seems to put your relationship more on edge.

You had honestly just wanted to sulk and pout for a few days in bed over something silly. When they stopped visiting the bedroom it became a problem. All you do is lie here so what could possibly have made them want to leave you alone? You aren't even doing anything to warrant them off! Xie Lian and San Lang easily coddle each other all the time so why don't they think to do it with you? They stopped coming to the shared bedroom, even going as far to sleep in another bedroom together, but by themselves without you.

It only made you feel worse, are you so depressed and off putting they don't want to be near you now? Sadness becomes frustration and it fuels you to get out of bed in what has been weeks. You leave the room disheveled and groggy hoping to find one of your lovers to receive some affection, to you it feels like you haven't had in forever.

You find them together in the kitchen, an awfully domestic scene. Xie Lian cooking dinner and San Lang attached by the hip. The way San Lang holds Xie Lian's waist and stays close while Xie Lian bustles around the kitchen. Where you had once been and would usually love to hear the sound of their laughs and love filled giggles all it sounds like is mocking joy of what you once felt. How many nights has it been like this? How many nights have they been content without you?

"Making dinner without me?" You pipe up, leaning against the kitchen counter. Making dinner is a silly thing to be upset about. A part of you feels awful for being so jealous but the other doesn't. It's not like you're jealous of San Lang or jealous of Xie Lian. You don't spite a specific person. You're just jealous of the love they share, of their bond. You're envious of their happiness, you just want to be included too!

"Ah, y/n!", Xie Lian gives a wobbly smile, "Of course not" Xie Lian didn't know how to bring up that they've been trying to give you space. He doesn't know how to say it in a way that would sound reasonable to you. These days you've been a little irritated and you easily take words they say but add a whole new meaning to it. They know it's not your fault, it's one of your episodes maybe.

No one moves. They don't know whether to extend a hand to invite you or not but you seem to take it upon yourself. You walk closer and stick right up to Xie Lian's and San Lang's side. The tension - you can't tell if you're imagining it or not, you've been imagining a lot these days - is thick. "Well I feel a little better so I'll join from now on, what are you making?" You try to make conversation, you try to move closer in hopes that the domestic scene will just continue.

It doesn't. The room is tense and so are your lovers. You hate it. It makes you want to lash out, cry, and scream. Xie Lian and San Lang seem to be walking on eggshells around you and you don't know why. You've never gotten angry with them before, you've never been violent or aggressive with them so why are they acting like you're a ticking bomb?

San Lang attempts to break the tense atmosphere first. Wrapping hesitant hands around your waist and nuzzling into your hair, hair he will not mention is a bit notty. "We missed you" he murmurs into your long, bright locs. "We're glad you feel better" this seems to get the night moving smoothly again. It's pathetic how quickly you melt into San Lang's touch and preen at his words. It finally feels like you're included in the domestic picture they make.

The three of you eat dinner and enjoy it, Xie Lian's cooking has been getting a lot better but that's probably because you and San Lang were in the kitchen to help him. You're filled with a deep satisfaction when Xie Lian gently grabs your hand and all of you go to your shared bedroom together. Xie Lian pulls you into bed and They cuddle up next to you under the covers, placing gentle kisses on your face and shoulders.

You feel suddenly energetic because of the affection you're receiving. Making you giggle and kissing them back with new found passion. You won't lie you guys haven't had sex in a while so. . . You easily climb on San Lang, and straddle his hips. Kissing him eagerly and nipping against his lips. They weren't expecting you to be so eager but who are they to deny you.

Xie Lian gets behind you and slips off your robe, running his hands over your body. Your back, arms, hips, and thighs- your thighs. Xie Lian's hands freeze, and moves his hands as if he's been scalded. The sudden movement catches San Lang's attention and he sits up but he keeps you in his lap. "Gege what's wrong?" San Lang stares at Xie Lian and suddenly all the attention is off you. Somewhere inside you, you feel a little miffed at Xie Lian's reaction.

But you're concerned too so you turn your head to your other lover with concerned eyes, however Xie Lian is the one staring at you with pity. He turns on the light and sits next to San Lang. "His thighs, San Lang. . ." You scrunch your face. Of course that's what Xie Lian reacted so strongly about. While you were rotting in bed you were feeling so down in the dumps. So- so maybe you took it out on yourself and used your sword on your own skin.

It's not that big of a deal, they're already healed and just remain thick scars across your thighs but it matters to your lovers greatly. They've explored your body many times, and they know these are new. "Baobei, what happened?" Xie Lian cups your face with gentle hands but you turn your head the other way. You're irritated the night has stopped over something so trivial. "Nothing important, I was just feeling upset a few weeks ago, it's trivial now. Can't we just- can we not focus on that?"

Your face is scrunched in irritation and you try to roll your hips against San Lang but he removes you from his lap and onto the silk covers. You groan in frustration. The night was going perfectly and now it's all messed up! San Lang's eyes narrow as he gazes over your legs, and you swallow nervously. "This isn't something we can just ignore Y/n. You know that. . . Let's stop here for tonight" If it were San Lang saying it you wouldn't have minded as much but it's Xie Lian.

Xie Lian loves San Lang's body even with the scars on it so why won't he love yours?! "We don't have to stop! Just- ignore it, would you please?! I can get rid of them, I can look like whatever you want me to be! " You never notice when you start heaving for breath, when tears line your eyes and you try to cling to one of your lovers. You don't notice when you subconsciously change your body into something else because it's something you've always had the power to do.

So when your skin becomes smooth again, and unmarked it's something you don't even look over. But for Xie Lian and San Lang it's completely different. It's like looking at a stranger's body. Like looking at somebody who's never worked a day in their life, someone who has never gone to battle, something you are not but you're desperately trying to be. You have no scars, and the callouses on your hands have disappeared. They've memorized everything on you and now you've made yourself look completely different.

To you, it feels like they look at you with disgust and anger. You're breaking down and it's not something you're even registering. "Y/n stop!" San Lang gives up on keeping you on the bed and he lets you crawl into his lap, he cups your face with surprisingly gentle hands that contradict his angry voice. "Breathe Baobei" he rubs comforting circles into your hips and Xie Lian rubs your back. They're trying to get you to breathe and to stop hyperventilating.

San Lang never looks away from you, and he plants tiny kisses in your cheeks to get rid of your tears. When did you start crying? You don't remember. You eventually calm down from listening to your lovers instructions and their loving touches. When you're finally breathing normally again and the tension leaves your body they try talking to you again. Xie Lian rubs his fingers through your hair, he doesn't like how you've easily changed yourself. He misses your bright locs not the dark ones you've decided to take on. He kisses your head. "I want to talk to my Y/n now. Can I?" Xie Lian asks sweetly.

You've always been you but he wants to talk to his lover not the made up version of yourself. You sniffle and San Lang pats your waist. You take the encouragement and change back to your original body. When you make a weird noise in your throat that sounds close to a sob Xie Lian wraps around you and kisses your nape. "That's good Baobei, we're proud of you." San Lang and Xie Lian glance at each other and in that moment decide to drop the topic about your new found scars. They can only try to find the root of the issue now.

San Lang kisses your forehead and then below your eyes and then your lips. "Tell us what's wrong?" San Lang poses it as a question. As in, you don't have to but it would greatly help them if you did. You feel pathetic and selfish. You don't know why you broke down over something so silly and foolish. "I-I felt, I felt like a t-third wheel. You guys seem so happy without me and all I do is mess up, I'm sorry " you start to cry again and you rub at your eyes harshly but San Lang holds your wrists gently and keeps them away from your eyes.

Xie Lian kisses your shoulder. "There's nothing to be sorry for baobei. No one's at fault." He runs his hands over your thighs, making circles with his fingers. "We didn't mean to make you feel left out, we just wanted to give you space. We thought that's what you needed" Xie Lian explains softly. You nod and sniffle. That's more reasonable than whatever your mind came up with. San Lang pulls you closer by the waist. "If we make you feel like that tell us Baobei, we'll fix it immediately" he says with narrowed eyes. You know he isn't upset with you and he's probably beating himself up for not being able to tell. You kiss him deeply and sigh against his lips.

"M'sorry, I know you love me I just- my mind tells me awful things." You whisper in San Lang's lips and kiss him again. San Lang grunts and playfully tugs a piece of your hair. "Should I beat it up for you?" It makes you giggle.

🦊🪷

For the next few days and even few weeks they baby you endlessly. Xie Lian keeps an eye on sharp objects and makes sure you can't get into the weapons room. He also confiscated your sword and he won't even let you hold knives in the kitchen. The only sword you're allowed to be around is E'ming and they know you wouldn't do that to him or San Lang.

They have no problem with dragging you everywhere they go and often San Lang likes to feed you during meals. At first you blushed and insisted you could do it yourself but San Lang waved your concerns away and said "Let me take care of you". They coddle you a lot and one of them is always in the room with you. You know now that you need to work on your communication and not let your mind get to you. It was a big misunderstanding but San Lang and Xie Lian treat it as if it was a genuine problem.

You're suffocated with love but you wouldn't change it for the world.

[sweetteainthesummerx]

THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (2)

In which a breakup occurs and Aubrey meets some new people...

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whitejadetigermovie Meet our Keung and Jasmine! Proud to announce that @dallas_liu and @aubreyyang will star in White Jade Tiger, coming to theatres next winter.

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user1 NO WAY NO WAY ALERT THE MEDIA

user2 babe wake up the casting for white jade tiger just came out

user3 THEYRE ABOUT TO EAT THIS UP I ALREADY KNOWW

dallas_liu im about to be bald again 😃

- aubreyyang at least ur head is round!

- aubreyfanpage06 the filming hasnt started but the trolling has

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WORD tyyy iou big bro :)

dallas_liu

just make sure charlie and dior dont try to kill mace pls they have such bright futures

aubreyyang

😭

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celebritynews_1 In recent interview with @ellemagazine, Aubrey Yang confirmed her break up with famous child star, Mace Coronel. According to Yang, the split of their 4 year relationship as childhood sweethearts was mutual...link in bio for full story.

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user1 BRO FINALLY

user2 pls ma'am I can cook I can clean bark bark

yoyang_a as a loyal fan I CAN CONFIRM THE WAR IS OVER

aubreyyangxfans elle magazine understood the assignment 🗣️

user3 ngl her and dallas kinda

-- user2 nah thats a case 🫢

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dior.n.goodjohn replied: ur actually too kind

aubreyyang I feel bad uk

dior.n.goodjohn oh babes

aubreyyang its just that i loved him for so long and now

aubreyyang I can't love him anymore

dior.n.goodjohn coming over w chocolates and ice cream

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user1 why is Aubrey showing up everywhere on my page 😭

alex_albon my gf was stolen this night. pls return her @aubreyyang

-- aubreyyang no can do she's mine now

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aubreyyang it was so good to meet you guys!!

aubreyyang UR SO GORGEOUS ALSO UR MY PARENTS NOW

-- lilymhe come home its curfew

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lilyhefanpage aww they're so mother and daughter coded (alex is just there)

f1wags ollie what r u doing here 👆my mans lurking in the likes

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[kuronekobaji]

literally gonna torch this place I GOT A REQUESTTT FROM BAJISDARLING I THINK BUT I CANT FIND THE BLOG ?? ANYWAY. TYYY FOR REQUESTING I LOVE U SO MUCH

warnings: smut from the middle to the end [kind of, it’s left on a cliffhanger he gets ready to eat you out], mentions of foolish animal abuse [feeding chocolates to dogs, outdoor cats], not proofread, sorrryyyyyyyy

synopsis: your husband, keisuke, comes home after a frustrating day at work. what better way to relieve his stress than lose himself in you?

note: this is so fucking short like 700 words MAX i thinkkk idk i didn’t do a wc but yeah… he’s a vet in this because eh . i highkey forgot how to write so this is complete and utter ass but i hope it’s half decent,, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE I’LL BEG ON MY KNEES PLE

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

-𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

keisuke practically slams the door open, anger simmering underneath the surface of his not-so-stoic expression. he had an absolute clusterfuck of a day, and he really wanted nothing more than to melt into you completely; forget about the assholes he had the displeasure of encountering earlier and simply hold you like his own personal teddy bear. in lots of ways, you were.

he hurriedly locks the door and takes a brief moment to just… admire you. naturally, his expression softens at your presence, the sight of you laid up and sitting on the couch doing a bit to calm his boiling blood.

your eyes snap to the sounds at the door, and you brighten at the sight of your husband. although you can tell he’s not in a good mood, you know he’s not going to take it out on you — not violently or verbally, atleast — and you’re aware that he just needs you right now.

“sweetheart,” you murmur as he practically turns into a dreary puddle and stumbles over to you. he’d never get enough of the way your voice sounds, especially when you call out so lovingly to him.

“doll…” he groans, falling into your open arms and suddenly hoisting you up by the hips and outer thigh to pull you into a position where he could comfortably rest on you.

“bad day?”

“tch. understatement of the goddamn century,” he rasps, deep voice muffled by your chest as he lays atop you and in between your legs. “these goddamn owners don’t know what the hell they’re doing.”

you hum inquisitively, fingers reaching up to gently stroke his dark locks. he sighs, burrowing further into your warm embrace and taking it as a sign to elaborate.

“some goddamn moron decided to feed their dog chocolate cake and wondered why it fell sick,” he deadpans, irritation already finding its way back to him — until the sensation of you surrounds him once more. “next, an ‘outdoor cat owner’ complained to me ‘cause their cat contracted some diseases. swear to god, there should be some legal form to sign for anyone who decides to adopt these animals. i’m so fuckin’ tired of this bullshit, couldn’t wait to get home to ya.”

an understanding noise comes from your throat. he nuzzles your chest, gratitude bubbling inside his own. there would never be enough words to express how much he loved you, how much you mattered to him — but you, being the damn angel you were, already knew.

“all of it’s pissing me off. woulda socked those motherfuckers in the face but i got the sweetest wife in the world to come to, so…”

you laugh softly, heat rising to your cheeks just like it did when he’d compliment you all those years ago. the sound of your seraphic giggles ebb away at the dread in him, fondness stirring in his russet hues.

“oi. it ain’t damn funny,” he playfully calls out, wanting to hear more of your laughter.

“sorry, sorry, i— ahah— you’re too… good to me. i love you.” your tone flows over with tenderness, making his heart skip a beat for a moment.

“i love you,” he sincerely remarks, kissing the closest part of you he could reach. “more than you realise.”

a loving smile is exchanged between you two, and your digits gently begin to massage his scalp. he gasps, the affectionate nature in your fingertips setting off a blaze in him. a groan of pleasure tears from him him, his body leaning into your touch. it came to you reflexively, like an instinct. you knew exactly how to push his buttons; where to touch, where to bite, where to kiss — there was much more, but it’d take a good few hours to complete that list.

either way, you loved drawing those pleased noises from him, loved hearing his rich and normally flat voice change into something full of affection and weakness for you, and only you.

“goddamn…” he breathes, “shoulders too. please.”

you oblige, hands beginning to work out the tension in his broad shoulders and chiseled shoulderblades.

“fuck. your hands are so damn soft,” he comments, euphoria shooting throughout him at each touch. his eyes then find yours, gazes locking in a shared time of adoration. “you’re… so soft.”

feeling a slight pull in the air, it’s as if the atmosphere itself leads both of your mouths to connect in a short time between two lovers.

however, the kiss deepens, things happen, and before you know it, your hands are desperately pawing at each other. his tongue pushes into your mouth, over and over, and he pulls away every time with spit bridging the tips of your tongues.

he grunts as he shifts, “wait.”

as he kneels, he swiftly strips himself of his shirt. your gaze quickly zeroes in on his muscular physique, scarred and toned body. his half-lidded eyes darken. without your consciousness, your hand reaches out and your fingertips trace a few of his scars. you could count each and every single one, with a blindfold and without.

his breath still falters when you touch him like that. so gently, so reverently — as if he’s some fragile thing that needs to be treated delicately. he didn’t think of himself as so, but it seemed like you did. not that he’d ever disliked it, it was just… unusual. until you came into his life, that is.

inevitably, your irises drift to that patch of curly, dark hair trailing from his stomach, down his v-line and to his crotch. you swallow, trying not to dwell on that topic in fear of turning this intimate moment into something more physical.

it was the easiest thing in the world for keisuke to notice your behaviour, though, and that the way your thighs just clenched.

“c’mere,” he gruffly mumbles, snatching you by your thighs and placing you on his lap before you could react. a smirk pulls at his dry lips. “attagirl. quiet ‘n let me rest on you, yeah?”

flustered at the praise, you nod. his face comes close to your neck, and your breath hitches as he inhales your scent like you’re a drug. he plants a few kisses across the sensitive skin, before his canines sink in and his teeth leave a mark. at the little squeak you let out, his tongue soothes over the bite, and he starts getting bolder.

large hands sneak underneath your shirt, palming one of your breasts without shame. the smirk on his mouth widens just a smidge, an almost sinister gleam in his sharp caramel eyes.

“hmph. bet you’re gettin’ wet too,” he murmurs, wanton voice dropping to a whisper. his other palm drifts to your ass, giving it a ‘smack’, before he proposes something that sends your stomach pooling with butterflies. “why don’t we check?”

in the blink of an eye, his hand is in your panties, already finding your dampness. a bark of laughter erupts from him, he’s almost tempted to coo at your adorable noises of embarrassment.

“keisuke!” you cry out, and he grins, baring those sharp teeth he’d never get tired of marking you up with.

“mm? screaming my name already, huh? we haven’t even begun yet,” he drawls, tone carrying a promise and a threat. “i’ll do a favor for ya and take these off,” he whispers, ripping your panties apart with one hand and shoving you onto your back. he immediately stares at your pussy, muttering, “there’s my girl.”

he brings your legs over the expanse of his wide shoulders, face inching closer between your aching thighs. holding you has always felt so right; the sensation of your softness in his greedy palms.

looking up at you with a blazing hunger, his breath fans over your clit. “keep your hands in my hair. i’m still damn frustrated, so i’m gonna eat this pussy ‘til i’m satisfied. you got that, angel?”

you suck in a breath. “mhm.”

“good girl.”

this was going to be a long night.

[thegoldencontracts]

RAHHHRAHHRAHHH

Overblotters with a MC/Yuu who’s got a magic wand? Like fairy godmother’s wand from descendants or the live action Cinderella (powerful yet elegant and graceful, bonus if she is a healer or if there’s butterflies)

Tyyy for the request mootie (i'm sorry this took me so long RAHHH *unleashes wolf form)

Overblotters With a Fairy-Godmother!MC

Riddle Rosehearts ♡:

Shocked, that's for sure.

Before the overblot, he did definitely judge you a tad. He saw you as weak, a pushover.

Now he sees you're anything but that. Especially after recalling your high-level magic during the overblot.

Afterwards, he definitely appreciates you're friendship. You're kind and willing to forgive him for his mistakes, but you're defiant and willing to tell him when he's overstepped. For someone who's suffered as much as he has due to a lack of others being willing to be honest with him, it's rather refreshing.

Sometimes, he can't help but instinctually lean on you, or expect your kind words. It's embarrassing for him, but rather sweet, how he's grown used to your companionship.

Leona Kingscholar ✩:

He kind of saw this coming.

He's smart, and he's pretty observant, too. He would tell that something else was going on with you.

And then, the overblot comes, and... yep! You're strong.

Still, you're stronger than he thought. Especially considering how sweet you act most of the time.

What he doesn't expect, though, is for you to tell him that, though you can't excuse his actions, he seems kind inside, and you're here if he needs anything.

He's annoyed at first, but with time, your company becomes something that just brightens up his day,

Don't tease him about it, please (Or do, if you want to see the cutest reaction ever).

Azul Ashengrotto ✧:

He can't particularly think about it at the moment.

All he can feel is, well- pathetic. you've beaten him so easily. Was it fun? Are you laughing? Seven, it stings.

And yet, you don't laugh. You don't jeer with the rest as pictures of his horrendously fat childhood self are shown.

During the museum visit, you ask him if he's alright. Although it's clear you haven't forgotten what he's done to you, nor do you intend to, but you're trying to see where he's coming from.

Though he's certainly standoffish at first, he can't help but grow all too fond of your kindness, your firm yet comforting nature.

Jamil Viper ✮:

Jamil is rather shocked.

You, of all people? You? But you're... well...

It comes as quite the blow when you beat him at his full potential, to be frank.

He'd never really thought much of you. That proved to be a mistake.

However, what shocked him even more was that you seemed understanding. You wanted to know him, the real him.

And, though he's standoffish, and he can sometimes be even a bit too harsh with you, well-

He appreciates your company.

Vil Schoenheit ☾:

Vil is consumed in his own guilt during the overblot. How could he poison Neige? How could he do something so- ugly?

He's wracked by his own grief afterwards, when you approach him, asking if he's okay.

You seem a tad disappointed with his behavior, but, overall, understanding.

You truly do seem to admire him, though. It's a lovely sentiment.

He can't help but grow to cherish your company.

That, and, you have a very good sense of fashion. He approves.

Idia Shroud ✺:

He's a bit shocked, but he also kind of saw this coming. Ortho saw it while checking up on your stats.

Afterwards, you can't help but hold a grudge against him for kidnapping Grim. That's okay. He doesn't like you either.

He can't stand how nice you are, how everyone seems to enjoy your company, how you socialize with the normies-

Okay, he's definitely a bit envious. You're kind, and sociable, and, well, he's not. Sure, as much as he wishes everything he says about the normies was true, deep down, he can't help but wish he could talk to others more.

After the overblot, you still try to be nice to him, though there's still a bit of tension due to the fact that he put Grim in harm's way.

Malleus Draconia ❂:

He's rather impressed. He could sense your underlying power.

Regardless, he's rather fond of you. You're kind, willing to talk to him like normal even once you find out his identity as Malleus Draconia.

After his overblot, you're rather stern with him, but also rather concerned. Is he alright? Overblot is quite the taxing experience, after all.

Though you give him quite the talking-to, you still help tend to his wounds, asking him why he felt the need to bottle up his emotions.

Overall, you truly are one of Malleus's favorite humans.

[sixxrock666]

Can you please write a fic for Nikki on when he realized he liked the reader and how he asked her out🙃 tyyy

sorry it took so long hope you’ll like it :3

♥︎Her strawberry perfume

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Nikki had always felt unworthy of love. He could never fathom someone falling in love with someone like him. Sure he could get about any girl for the night, sweet talk her, caress her cheek and give her heart eyes. But they never stayed and he was okay with that really. Because after all he just wanted a quick fuck.

But with you it was different.

You always listened to him and never made him feel like his opinions were irrelevant. Whenever he talked you looked at him with those big round sparkly eyes of yours that held the entire universe in them. You paid attention to him, to the little details he knew other girls would never notice.

You noticed when he was nervous, when his leg would start bouncing, when he felt anxious or angry. You understood him and his anger outrages and never pushed him to talk. But if he was ready to talk you listened.

You saw the real him and yet you still stayed.

You were so utterly ethereal and such a good, kindhearted human it drove him crazy. He didn't deserve you.

And for the first time Nikki could feel himself yearning for true love. To be loved. And he thought you might be the first one to be able to do that. He wanted to give it a try.

Nikki wanted to try.

Of course it took him a long time before he figured all of that out. He always thought you were absolutely breathtaking. But it was at that one particular moment he figured it all out.

You two were hanging out in the studio waiting for the other guys to come back with liquor and food, when you asked him if he could show you some chords on his bass. And who was Nikki to deny such a beautiful girl like you, so he grabbed his guitar right away.

It started off slow, with him showing you the position of fingers for a few easy chords. Even though Nikki had every chord memorised down to the details he felt a bit lost when he guided your fingers across the thick strings.

He could feel your relaxed breath and your warm body. He could feel your red leather jacket brushing against his skin, the one you always wore. He could clearly see your soft features and it took a lot of concentration for him to be able to focus on the job at hand.

Let's just say guitar wasn't your strong point, either bass or electric. Nikki trough all of his fantasies noticed that you were struggling so he scooted closer, trying to ignore how your knees were now touching and placed his hand over yours to reposition your fingers.

"There you go now try to strum it"

You tried  again just like he said and it actually sounded like it should this time. You smiled to yourself and tried again.

Even though you grasped the chords for now Nikki stayed close, watching you from the side how those soft lips curled up and lit up your face with a beautiful smile.Your hair fell over your eyes which made Nikkis fingers twitch with the urge to push the strands behind your ears. And the tip of your tongue was poking out because it always did when you were so focused.

You were beautiful. You were oh so beautiful it hurt.

Whenever he looked at you the world around went became quite. You were that kind of beautiful where you just had to stop and look. You always smelled like that cheap strawberry perfume with a hint of that sweet shampoo you've been using for forever but Nikki could never quite put a finger to which scent it really was.

It drove him crazy how you could be so perfect. You were the definition of driving through the night with your favourite song blasting in the background without a care in the world. Yes. Nikki decided thats how you felt. Night drive, favourite song, no troubles.

He  was finding it hard to drag his eyes away from you and thats when it hit him.

Friends didn't feel like that when they were practicing guitar together. Friends didn't stare at each other for that long. Friends didn't think about each other the way he was thinking about you. Nikki liked you. He liked you.

You looked up with a proud face staring straight at him with an excited smile. Nikki was so lost in his own epiphany he needed a second to gather himself before speaking, afraid he will blurt everything out and ruin the one good thing he had.

"a few more lesson's and you'll be as good as me" nikki whispers as he tried to smile without looking like a wreck. He was screwed.

It took nikki a while after that to come to terms with that and when he did he wanted nothing more than to ask you out. But it wasn't really all that easy. There was still your friendship on the line and he was scared he could ruin that. Or that you will change your mind eventually because well...he was still Nikki.

In that period of time he found himself wide awake most of the nights. He would think about making you his..But he always let his mind wander to how it would feel to touch your soft skin, warm under his touch. How he could hug you close to this body on nights like this and caress your soft hair and pepper your face with gentle kisses until you fell asleep in his arms.

He would make little drafts of songs dedicated to you and drive around at one am with your favourite song playing in the background. Nikki was devastated.

It all happened so suddenly when he did ask you out. Nothing like he had planned so detailed all those nights ago.

It was a random evening after one of their shows, with a group of people hanging out at the bar.

You and nikki were in charge of the drinks so you went down to the bar to get some more jack and coke. Even though you weren’t sure why you always ordered the coke since it always seemed to be left alone. While you were waiting Nikki did not know what possessed him at that moment but he knew it was now or never.

“Listen would you ehh…would you..” Nikki started mumbling, suddenly really nervous but there was no going back now. His palms felt clammy and he wasn’t sure how long he could last before his legs gave out on him.

It certainly did not help him or his situation when you gazed at him with those sweet eyes of yours, expectantly, also noticing how nervous he seemed.

“Yeah Nikki? You know you can always talk to me right?”

As much as he appreciated the fact that you were always ready to listen he really wanted you to be quiet so he could either ruin his life or make it better.

“Look i was wondering if you’d go out with me…like really go out with me”

As soon the words left his mouth and you slightly opened your mouth seeming rather shocked he for sure thought he screwed up. That was it.

The words Nikki said were still processing in your head as he waited patiently for any form of reaction.

You always liked Nikki so your feelings weren’t really the problem here. You just went so long with the mindset that he would never settle for you or like you that way.

So when you finally processed the question you realised he was still waiting. Poor Nikki looked he might faint any time now.

When he saw your lips slowly pulling into the biggest sincerest smile, he could swear his legs almond gave out.

“I’d love to Nikki”

At that moment he wanted nothing more than to crush you in his arms and kiss you till you drop. But he knew he wanted to take his time with you and treat you right so there was no way he was screwing this up.

Nikki tried to let out a relaxed smile but in truth he looked so excited it was rather adorable. So that was it. He finally had the chance and he will try his damned best.

☆彡𐬾𐮜���⁂

[samandcolbyownme]

can you do a fluff with jake? where reader is his girlfriend and it’s there first video together?? tyyy

Summary: Anon request - "can you do a fluff with jake? where reader is his girlfriend and it's there first video together?? tyyy"

Warnings: like two negative comments from viewers, nothing too extreme, other than that, pure fluff.

Word count: 861

This is short because I’m not as familiar with Jake like I am with Sam and Colby. But, if you give me a little to catch up, I’ll be back with a longer one shot request that I’ve already received for Jake specifically.

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Jake has been your boyfriend for three, going on four months now. It’s been great. You’ve managed to keep it on the down low, just for a little bit until you both felt it was time to confirm the speculations of the fans.

You thought that doing it on a live video would be best, but you were still slightly nervous. You laugh slightly, thinking about the possible outcomes as you lean back in the chair.

Jake looks at you, laughing slightly as he looks back down at the camera in his hands, “Ya nervous or something?”

You shrug, “Kind of.”

He shakes his head, leaning over to peck your cheek, “They’ll like you.” He leans back, smiling, “How could they not?”

You smile, a slight heat rising in your cheeks, “Yeah, you’re right.”

“They already like you, love your channel.. if anything we’ll be labeled a power couple.” Jake laughs and you roll your eyes with a smile, “Mhm.”

He smirks as he goes live, “Hey guys, how’s it going?” He smiles and look over at you and back to the screen with a laugh, “Yes thats her.”

You lean forward, “Hey. It’s me, y/n.”

Without any hesitation, Jake points to you, “Also my girlfriend.” You look at me and he smiles like a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but smile, “Wow. Talk about a hard launch.”

He laughs and shrugs, “What can I say.”

You smile, shaking your head, “So then, this-“ you point to Jake, “- is my boyfriend.” He nods, “Yeah I am.” He leans in, kissing your cheek as he slides his hand to interlock his fingers with yours.

@/username1: I KNEW IT!

@/username2: HOW LONG!?

@/username3: How long has [yourshipname] been a thing!???

@/username4: Well that didn’t last long. I’m out.

@/username5: seriously. Yikes. This won’t last long.

You knew you could handle the hate comments that you were bound to receive at some point, but that didn’t matter. Anxiety took over, making your leg bounce up and down rapidly as you try not to overthink it.

Jake quickly notices, taking his hand from yours and laying his hand on your knee, “I don’t mean to brag or anything..” he glances over at you and back to the screen, “I personally think we’re super cute together.” He smirks, “But that’s just me.”

You smile, “Not just you, Jake.”

He laughs and reads the screen, “Tomorrow actually will be four months, so yeah.” He shrugs and looks at you, “This has honestly been the best four months of my life.”

You smile, your leg quickly coming to a stop, “Mine too.” You sigh taking his hand back into yours, “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been happier with anyone.. like once I saw Jake.. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.”

He smiles and looks down, “Guys. Shes doing it again.”

“Doing what again!?” You look at him and he looks up, “Making me blush.”

You laugh, “Oh my god.” You push his shoulder, “Don’t do that” He pushes your shoulder back gently and laughs, “I had to. I had to.”

@/username6: I have been WAITING for this. I’ve had my suspicions for the longest time now!! Like what!!!

@/username7: screw anyone who doesn’t like these two together. They’re literally perfect for each other!!

@/username8: literal definition of made for each other.

You smile at the screen, looking over at Jake who’s reading the comments, “No literally. We clicked and it was just..” he sighs, “She still gives me butterflies.”

You nod, “Same. Same.” You laugh and lean forward, “Oh, babe. They want us to do a Q and A video.”

“You guys are going to like her more than me aren’t you?” He pretends to pout as the chat fills with a bunch of joking yeses, “really?” He pretends to cry and get up, “Fine. Thats it. She can have my channel, too.”

He gets up and walks a few steps away before turning around to come back to his seat, “I’m just joking.”

You laugh and shake your head, “I’m in love with an idiot.”

Jake looks at you, stunned because you haven’t dropped the L word yet, “You’re what?” He looks at the camera, “Did you guys hear that?!”

You cover your face, hiding your red cheeks, “Stop it!”

“No, no im sorry. The audience wants to hear what you said again.” Jake pokes your side, getting you to laugh.

You shoot your arms down, “Fine, fine. I said..” you lean into Jake, “I’m in love.. with an idiot.”

“Well this idiot is in love with you.” He smiles and kisses your cheek a few times.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I know this was SUPER short, but bear with me and I’ll make up for it with a longer and more detailed one shot!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

DONE.

I hate the dentist

[bones4thecats]

Hii

Can i request a Sayaka Miki (from Madoka Magica) reader w anubis , nostradamus , and Buddha

Where the reader Goes insane (like Sayaka when she was fighting the witch) because she cant feel pain anymore (btw she was fighting in a round of ragnarok) and brutally kills her opponent

And how would the charas reach to their lover doing that and maybe the aftermath where the reader win and maybe how they would confront her

Tyyy

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Anubis, Michel Nostradamus, and Buddha Name: Reader Goes Insane During Their Round and {Character} Comforts Them Requester: Anonymous

A/N: I have decided to make the Reader a God here, just because it made a bunch more sense for some reason. Anyways, Happy New Year everyone! Have a happy 2024, lil bubbles🫧!

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🐶 Anubis knew you weren't the most sane when it came to battles, since he had seen you go against multiple members of the Egyptian Pantheon before this

🐶 But, at those times, you had far more self-control then this, but, he couldn't seem to blame you for it, the human you were fighting, Caligula, was known for his violent outbursts to his people, and you did not like him at all

🐶 Your husband watched as Caligula threw a large spear at you and charged with his Valkyrie in tow, Brunhilde must have hated allowing her sister to bond with that monster

🐶 He observed you throwing yourself onto the side, grabbing the blade and grabbing the male from behind, throwing him onto the ground and stabbing his heart, a sadistic look in your eyes

🐶 You then smirked and whispered something to the human as he faded away and the Gods cheered for your win as Humanity shrugged, they knew what kind of man he was, and they had no shame in his demise

🐶 You were obviously upset with how insane you had gone on the battlefield, and Anubis ran to your side, hugging you as your began to cry into his shoulder, repeating how it was all your fault and Humanity was destined to die

🐶 Anubis sighed and rubbed your back as he carried you to the medical room, you really did care for innocent people. But right now, he knew you needed to focus on yourself, no matter how much you didn't wish too

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🎙️ Michel wasn't exactly the most sane man in history, and he owns up to that whenever you scold yourself for going a hint overboard

🎙️ You were set in a match against the Greek Goddess of Strife and Discord, Eris, who was starting to aggravate everyone in the audience because of how egotistical and cruel she was acting

🎙️ She even claimed after Humanity was gone, she'd get ride of the Gods one-by-one so she would rule supreme

🎙️ Eris had grabbed you by the leg and thrown you against the wall of the arena, causing a butt-load of dust to erupt from the now-broken bricks, and even the Gods were yelling at you to get up, shocking the rest of your fellow Einherjar

🎙️ Your husband smirked as your Valkyrie yelled at you to do something, and when Brunhilde screamed at him on why he was smiling as his S/O was about to die, he just looked at her and answered with a cheeky

" Y/N doesn't give up that easily, just wait~ "

🎙️ You lunged and began to savagely attack the Goddess, causing the whole arena to go silent with fear as your opponent screamed out her final words with so much pain it made dying from blood-loss more fun

🎙️ Michel began to walk to greet you at Humanity's entrance, and when you came up with blood on you and a sad look burning in your eyes, he just patted your head and called the medics over, claiming he'd visit you once your wounds were healed, and he'd bring your favorite food to continue watching the rounds, after all, the next one seemed fun!

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🍭 Buddha knew you were a very level-headed person like himself, and seeing you get angry was a rarity, and besides, whoever saw it most likely never lives to tell how cold your glare was

🍭 Hearing you were going against a traitorous human, specifically the son of Eurydemus of Malis, Ephialtes of Trachis

🍭 You severely disliked the male because of what he did in life, a thing that he had quoted every time he had landed a small hit on your form

🍭 Your husband was watching alongside the rest of Humanity's fighters, and he glared when the man grabbed your arm and swung you off to the side, deeming you a weak woman and that was why Humanity deserved to die, while he deserved life

🍭 Buddha watched you slowly stand up, a dark aura emitting off your so strongly that it even made the Supreme Gods scream out

" Create a barrier around the audience now! She's going crazy! "

🍭 Sasaki Kojiro's eyes widened as you lunged at Ephialtes and began to punch and kick the man, dodging every hit he gave you, and every hit you gave him was either cracking or breaking a bone at a time

🍭 When you came back to reality, Buddha ran out and helped you back to the infirmary, despite the protests of Brunhilde and his fellow fighters

🍭 You were the most important thing to him, and he was not going to let you die on him, not like Jataka did all those centuries ago

🍭 While you healed, you cried into your husband's shoulder, saying how this whole ordeal was a mistake and asked him why the Gods couldn't see the pain this was bringing their creations

🍭 Comforting you, he stayed silent until you fell asleep with your face on his chest. All he did was look down at you and rub your back, whispering in your ear about how Humanity was now one step closer to survival, all thanks to you

[starryriize]

hiiii i love ur writing and i love leehan so i was wondering if you could write a tending to wounds fic under close proximity so there’s like lots of tension n stuff..!! thank u :):)

close enough | leehan

〔 pairing 〕 patient! leehan and nurse! reader

〔 author’s note 〕 i am so very sorry this is late, love!! tyyy for liking my writing 🫶🏼 i hope i did your ask justice!!

“The best I can do right now is bandage you, but i'll be back later to check your arm.”

The boy in front of you nodded quietly, inwardly cursing himself for being klutzy around you. He tripped going up the stairs because he saw you at the top of the steps, and to make it worse, he already had a broken arm.

Ever since you were assigned to be his nurse, he began developing a sort of crush on you. How could he not? You were beautiful, and especially pretty when focused on your job. Not to mention your empathetic personality, full of charisma and kindness.

You take out an alcohol pad, warning him that it will sting his wound. Again, he nods. A small smile graces your face as you laugh. "Are you nervous, Leehan? Don't worry, the sting won't last long."

You were so cute. He hears you mutter a countdown before he feels the sting. Immediately after, he feels a cold air. Looking towards his wound, his eyes widen seeing you blow gently to make the sting less painful. He watched your lips open, mentally noting how glossy they were. Was it normal to feel this way? Most likely not, but there was nothing he wanted more than to kiss you.

As you look towards the boy currently sitting on the bed, you wonder why he has not called anyone to let them know that he is in the clinic. You analyze his features, the way his eyes crinkled at the creases, everything about him was stunning. It would be wrong to fall for someone you're treating. At the same time...

You snap back to reality, putting the first aid kid back in the cabinet. You had 5 more hours before your shift ended and you didn't really want another talking to from your boss. "I'll just put a bandaid on your wound and then I have to get back to work."

He smiles, "Thank you by the way." Maybe it was the way your eyes sparkled or something in the air but Leehan felt his heart rate rise. You had such a gentle presence as you applied a bandaid to his scrape. Undeniably, there was a tension between you and Leehan, but you had work to finish. Shrugging your shoulders, you let out a sigh as you took a seat next to the boy.

“Listen Leehan-“ you started. He locks his eyes on you, not wishing to miss a word you say. Before you continue, he interrupts you, "You...you know about my crush, don't you?"

This time, it’s your turn to nod quietly. The air is quiet, a comfortable silence between the two of you as Leehan suddenly begins to laugh. You giggle hearing his laugh- it was contagious. Of course you knew about his crush. It didn’t take rocket science to see that he had a crush on you. Over time, you started to admire his personality, falling for him too.

[babyniigo]

Caregiver Emu for Little Nene? Maybe something where they're riding coasters and stuff at the Wonderoands x Showtime theme park!

I rlly like your stuff ty ty tyyy!!

CG! Emu and Little! Nene

Emu is the bestest caregiver in the world! Whenever she has her little on her arms, she’s quick to care for them and cheer them up! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

Little nene is soooo shy! She keeps hiding behind her cgs usually, but when she’s beside Emu, she feels safe enough to hold her hand and walk by her side ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

As long as Emu is holding her hand, Nene feels sooo safe and happy! Which is why Emu always takes her to Phoenix Wonderland to keep her baby entertained!!! ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১

I think they love riding the teacups together, the ferris wheel, and any boat rides ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Because they’re all such safe and nice options and nene can snuggle with her cg without being surrounded by too many people! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

I think Emu tends to buy them matching headbands, matching plushies, and matching meals and nene feels delighted to be matching with her cg! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Plus she feels so cute and small when she’s wearing cute headbands and holding soft plushies ૮ ⸝⸝っ·̫ •⸝⸝ ྀིა

Also also!! Emu takes them to a nice cafe in Phoenix Wonderland, where she spoon feeds Nene and wipes her mouth with a napkin when they’re done nomming! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

To end the fun day! Emu takes Nene on the ferris Wheel and they cuddle their while watching the sunset! Nene gets a bit sleepy because she feels so safe and cozy by Emu’s side! (⸝⸝ᴗ_ᴗ⸝⸝) z z 𐰁

Haiii! I saw your other ask and don’t worry thankfully it wasn’t eaten! I’ll be doing ur new reqs too so don’t you worry hehe! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ Thank u for all your support and for requesting! And also for alll your kind words I hope you have a wonderful day! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[forever-rogue]

happy new year lovely!! thank you for blessing us with wonderful content <33

i saw that youre taking request and id love to ask for maybe a flashback fic with javi and dulzura when she's at the height of her pregnancy. javi dealing with cravings, mood swings, and h0rniness and all that lol oki tyyy

AN | Oooh, I’ve missed these two!  Can be read as a stand alone or part of the ‘verse! ❤️

Pairing | Javier x Fem!Reader 

Warnings | Language, 

Word Count | 3.8k

Masterlist | Main, Javier, A Good Man ‘Verse

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were going to kill Javier. If not that, you were at least never letting him touch you again. 

It was the height of summer, and you were hot, miserable, and very pregnant. There were moments when you wanted to cry about it, moments when you really just wanted to throw yourself in the shower and stand under the cold water, and moments where every little thing annoyed you. 

There were only a few months left…you could manage that. And then you’d never have to do it again. Good on Javier for actually going through with getting a vasectomy. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When Javi woke up, it was still the middle of the night. He reached across the best for you but found your side of the bed empty. He sighed lightly, having wanted to pull your warm, soft body into his. Ever the diligent husband, he slipped out of the bed in search of you. He completed a trek through the upstairs, checking in on the four kids before making his way downstairs. If you weren’t up there, you had to be somewhere down there, and if he knew anything about you by now, he had a feeling you’d be in the kitchen.

“Dulzura?” he called out softly when he saw the faint light in the dining room. He walked in and did his best to stifle his laugh; it wasn’t at you per se, but the sight was a little funny. You were sitting at the table, reading a book while you munched on some mac n cheese - the cheap Kraft kind is what you insisted upon these days - doused in sriracha and a side of pickles. Tears were running down your cheeks as you looked up at him and sniffled, “baby, what’s wrong?”

“Javi,” you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand before holding up your book, “he just told her that he’d been waiting for her and he’d always wait for her because she’s his soulmate. They’re so in love and now they get a second chance!”

So in love just like we are, he wanted to say. Instead he came over and crouched at your side, gently taking the book out of your hands before touching your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. You huffed slightly, but leaned into his touch, “you’re up late, honey.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted quietly, on the verge of tears again, “and your kid was hungry. So I came down to make a snack and then I remembered I’d left my book down here so I started reading and then just…eating and reading.”

“Eating and reading,” he echoed as you nodded sweetly, “aye, what am I going to do with you, huh?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” you pouted and Javi couldn’t help but laugh before he leaned up and pressed a kiss to your lips, “Bump makes it hard to sleep comfortably and I’m always hungry.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and truthfully, if he could have taken the burden of being pregnant away from you, he would have in a heartbeat, “it’s not for much longer though.”

You mulled over his words for a few moments before a new wave of emotion washed over you and big, fat crocodile tears welled up and ran down your cheeks, “I-I don’t want to be pregnant anymore-”

“It’ll be over soon - forever.”

“I don’t want that either,” you choked on a sob as you reached for his hand and gave it a tight squeeze, “I’m not ready for another baby. I want to stay pregnant.”

“Honey,” he chuckled fondly, reaching to put his arms around you and holding you as tightly as possible. You hugged onto your husband as best as you could despite your bump and held onto him as tightly as possible, “it’s okay - it will be okay. We’re gonna figure it all out together, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded in agreement, “you’re right. You’re always right. You’re so smart. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he gently rubbed your back in soothing circles as he let you get it all out, tears wetting the cotton of his shirt, “it’s okay, just get it all out. I’ve got you.”

“I know,” you pulled back to look at him, to study your sweet, sweet husband and his handsome face. You tenderly cradled his face in your hands, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” he teased softly, “but I’ll allow it. C’mon, let me take you to bed and help you get comfortable.”

“Can I bring the pickles?”

“Of course.”

“Will you read to me?”

“Whatever you desire, Dulzura.”

“Do you still love me?”

“More than anything in this world,” and with that he pressed a kiss to your lips and took your hand in his, “more than anything.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It wouldn’t be a normal evening in the Peña household without some sort of chaos. And usually, it wouldn’t bug you or phase you but right now, being so pregnant and going through a particularly emotional period caused you to almost have a breakdown. Lucia was a bundle of energy bouncing around the house as she pretended to be a popstar. Santi and Thea were playing with Legos, something that still made you nervous so you kept stealing glances at them every few minutes to make sure no one was choking. Javi was sitting on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table as he graded some papers. 

Meanwhile you were in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner with Diego following underfoot. He must have been going through some sort of phase because he was really clingy with you and wanted to be around you all the time. Javier had offered to help but it was already hard enough with one of your boys next to you, so you’d insisted you had it handled. Once the counters were cleaned off, you leaned against the counter and let out a heavy sigh. 

“Mama?” Diego tugged on your leg and gave you a sweet smile. You reached down and ran a hand through his dark curls and gave him a soft smile, “are you okay?”

“Oh honey,” the little look of concern on his face made you want to cry. You hated the idea that he could tell that you weren’t feeling great. You kneeled down as best as you could before pulling him into a hug, “I’m okay, Diego. I’m just tired is all. It’s not anything you or your sisters and brother did. None of you are in trouble or anything. I love you so much, my sweet boy.”

“I love you too,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek and you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. He really was the sweetest little thing and you were just so lucky that he was your son, “it’ll be okay, mama.”

“I know,” you smiled softly, “how could it not be when I’ve got all of you? Hey, we need to make brownies for Lucia’s class tomorrow, do you want to help me?”

“Okay,” he nodded happily, his big brown eyes lighting up, “can I lick the spoon?”

“Of course, mijo,” you promised, grabbing the back of the counter and slowly standing back up. You cast a quick look into the living room and found that everything was still as it should be. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips. It wasn’t that you were inherently worried that something was going to happen, but you’d been on edge lately, all part of the wonderful pregnancy experience. 

Diego popped to the other side of the counter and climbed onto one of the stools to watch you closely, ready to be your little assistant. You grabbed a bowl and a few other utensils before turning to the pantry to pull out the things you’d need. Part of you had been tempted to just use a box mix, but you wanted to go full on and make everything from scratch. You’d never thought you’d turn into one of those moms, but here you were.

But as you pushed through all the stuff that was there, you realized that the items you needed weren’t there. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, and you took a moment to calm yourself down. Everything was fine…in the grand scheme of things, it was no big deal. But right now it seemed like a huge deal.

“Javi?” you heard him hum in response but he didn’t even look up from the paper he was looking over. You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed heavily, “Javier. Can you come here, please?”

Almost as if he could sense that something was wrong, he immediately set down his stack of papers before coming over to you. He offered you a tentative smile as a frown settled on your features. Uh oh, “what’s wrong, Dulzura?”

“Where are the things to make the brownies?” you asked and confusion clouded his features. That just confirmed your suspicions that he indeed had not purchased anything that you needed, “did you not get the stuff?”

“W-what stuff?” Javier had been through a lot in his life and dealt with some bad, scary men. But that still didn’t compare to how nervous his pregnant wife made him, “baby?”

“Seriously?” you groaned and threw your hands up in exasperation, “I asked you for one thing and you couldn’t manage it?”

“I don’t remember,” he admitted sheepishly, “I’m sorry, honey.”

“I gave you a list,” you sighed heavily, “as you were leaving this morning. I asked you to stop at the store and pick up the stuff when you picked the kids up.” 

“Oh,” yeah…you had done that. And he had managed to let it slip his mind. He even remembered that he’d taken the list and put in the visor of the car so he’d remember. Which he obviously hadn’t done, “I completely forgot. I’m so sorry, Dulzura.”

“I guess at least you remembered to pick up the kids,” your voice was thick with tears and Javier entered into crisis solving mode. He put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze before wiping away the tears that rolled down your cheeks, “they’re more important.”

“We can get the stuff for brownies tomorrow, yeah?”

“No,” you pouted deeply, crocodile tears welling up, “Lucia needs them for class tomorrow in the morning. I planned on making them tonight so they were fresh in the morning.”

“How about I go and everything now?” he offered and you knew that his response was logical but you really didn’t want to admit it, “and then I’ll bake the brownies.”

“It’s not the same! The stores are going to be closed,” you huffed slightly, “it’s already getting late and oh no. The kids - we should be getting them ready for bed. I don’t want them up too late. I’m a horrible mother.”

“Dulzura,” Javier put his hands on your upper arms and gave them a gentle squeeze. He would do anything to keep you from crying, to keep the tears from falling down, “it’s okay. It’s still before their bedtime and we can start getting them ready. Once they’re asleep, I can make cookies or something…Lucia will have something to bring to class, yeah? And you are anything but a bad mother. You are a wonderful, amazing, mother - the best.”

“Really?” you perked up at his sweet words and he nodded before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love them so much. And you. All of you.”

“I know, and we love you too,” he whispered, “very, very much. How about you sit down and relax and I’ll put the kids to bed?”

“There’s four of them,” you sniffled softly, “that’s a lot of them! How can I just leave you to do everything?”

And you were crying again but you wrapped your arms around Javi, holding onto him tightly. He rubbed your back gently, softly whispering sweet words of reassurance in your ear. He’d been through this with you enough by now to know that it was a whole lot of hormones talking, “it’s not everything. It’s really not a big deal, I promise. Besides, how many times have you done it alone in the past?”

“B-but-”

“But nothing,” he insisted firmly, and your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to cry. He was just so sweet and wonderful that it made your heart constrict, “I will handle it this time and you will relax. That is an order.”

“Okay,” you nodded and he kissed you softly, “thank you, Javi.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he smiled and oh. He had the loveliest smile, “they’re not just your kids, they’re ours. And you’re currently growing the last one, and you deserve and need to relax.”

Before you could say anything else, a small pair of arms wrapped your legs. You looked down and found Diego looking at both of you, “you’re a good mom.”

“Yeah?” you asked as Javi picked him and settled him on his hip. Diego was getting a little big to be picked up and carried around easily, but Javier would do it for any one of his kids as long as he could and they were willing, “I think you’re a great kid, Diego. I’m so lucky to be your mom.”

“C’mon,” Javi put his free hand on your lower back and started to guide you to the living room, “you can say good night to the kids and then I’ll get them to bed.”

“They’re such good kids,” your voice almost cracked with emotion and Javi nodded softly in response, “all of them. We’re so lucky.”

“Mhmm,” he watched as the rest of your brood came over to hug you, “and all of us are very lucky to have you.”

“I love you,” you whispered to your husband, “thank you for putting up with all my craziness and all of…this.”

“It’s not putting up with you - I love you. That’s what you do for those you love,” you gave him a sweet smile, “and I happen to love you very, very much Dulzura.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You always wanted Javi. In the metaphorical and very literal sense. You’d always enjoyed a very…healthy sex life with him, but being pregnant made you want him even more. And, you know, that was nothing that Javi would ever complain about.

This particular evening found you waiting for Javier to get home and for the first time in a while, you had the house all to yourself. It might have been some planning on your part, but it wasn’t hard to convince Chucho to take the kids for the night. That man loved spending time with his grandkids, and who were you to deny him? 

As soon as you heard the door opening, you almost ran (as much as you could these days) to the door to greet him. His face lit up when he realized you were right there, and he immediately dropped his bag so he could pull you into a hug, “hey baby.”

“I’m so glad you’re home,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you, pressing your lips to his, hungry and searching, “missed you. Been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” he almost growled at the feeling of your lips on his, “missed you too, Dulzura.”

You continued to kiss him, finding it easy to get lost in him. You started to drag him towards the stairs, feeling your need for him increase with every passing moment, “need you, Javi.”

“W-wait,” he groaned, loath to pull apart from you, “the kids.”

“They’re not here,” you grinned coquettishly, “Pop has them for the night. We don’t need to pick them up until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Seriously?” He loved his kids, he really did. But sometimes having four of them made it hard to get a moment alone with you. And knowing that he had the entire evening alone with you caused him to almost lose it. You nodded and he pulled off his jacket, not even bothering to hang it up, instead tossing it on the floor. He almost growled as he kissed you again, letting his lips trail along your jaw and then down your neck. You made a soft sound and Javi groaned,  before pulling back and looking at you, “you’re going to kill me, Dulzura.”

“Can’t have you dying on me until you fuck me at least one more time,” you reached for his hand and started to pull him up the stairs. Not that he needed any encouragement, he was the one that ended up leading you, “eager, are we?”

“It’s been a long minute since we’ve done this,” he reminded you, “and even longer since we’ve been able to go without any kids around.”

“We still have one around technically,” you teased, rubbing your hand over your bump, and he snorted in amusement, “hey - this is your fault so don’t laugh!”

“It takes two,” he taunted with nothing but fondness lacing his voice, “never heard you complaining before, baby. And last time I checked who was the one that was bad at remembering their birth control?”

“Who could have gotten a vasectomy years ago?” he laughed, loving that you were able to give it all right back to him.  

“Alright, I’ll give you that one,” he threw open the bedroom door and immediately ushered you towards the bed, “it was both of us.”

“Yes - but no regrets,” you insisted and nodded in agreement. You sat down and stopped for a moment, suddenly feeling very conscious of what you were wearing. You were in an oversized, old ratty sweater, and some unassuming pajama shorts. It wasn’t anything special and it made you grimace for a moment. Javi seemed to catch and put finger under your chin and turned your face up towards his, “hi.”

“Hi,” he repeated tenderly, “what’s on your mind?”

“No-”

“Don’t lie to me,” his eyebrows raised and you stuck your tongue out at him, “we’ve been together over ten years now. I know you a little better than that.”

“It’s just….look at me,” you pointed at yourself, and he shrugged in confusion, “I just feel…not very sexy. Not that I have to feel that way, but I feel frumpy. Like a sad and frumpy mom.”

“Oh baby,” he got on his knees in front of you and gently took your face in his hands. You offered him a soft smile; getting all emotions; over this hadn’t been part of your plan, “you could be wearing a potato sack and you would still be the most beautiful thing in the world. You are so gorgeous and you don’t even have to try.”

“But I could-”

“But we could be or do a lot of things,” he dragged his thumb along your lower lip, “but I love you just like this. You’re perfect to me. And I couldn’t care less if you were in old pajamas or lingerie or nothing at all. Nothing could make me love you any less. I could only love you more - and I do every day.”

“Fuck off,” you laughed in between your sniffles and a huge grin grew across his face, “why do you always have to be so wonderful? I love you so much, Javier. So, so much.”

“I love you too,” he grinned and leaned up to kiss you, “I mean it though.”

“I know,” you promised, scooting back on the bed and tugging on his arm to pull him along with you, “now touch me. Need you, Javier.”

“I can do that,” he made quick work of undoing the buttons on his shirt and tossing to the side. He  got on the bed, his legs around yours as he leaned down to kiss you, caging you in between his arms. You felt like you were going to melt into putty at the feel of his lips all over your body. He tugged on the hem of your sweater, “may I?”

“Yes,” you were already breathless as he gently started to pull the fabric up your body, hands gently skimming over your soft skin. Gooseflesh raised with every little bit of his touch and your tummy felt like it was all butterflies. His touch was reverent and tender as he pulled off your sweater and tossed it to the side to join his shirt. You hadn’t been wearing a bra and you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes widened. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbones. You made a small sound of happiness as he leaned back and studied you. His fingertips ghosted over some of the stretch marks you’d acquired over the years. Sometimes they made you feel self conscious but they were there for a good reason. And he always reminded you of that, “every little part of you.”

“So are you,” you put your hand on top of his where it rested on your belly and gave it a gentle squeeze. His hand drifted to the waistband of your shorts and he gave them a playful little tug that caused you to snort in amusement, “take ‘em off. Unless you don’t wanna-”

“Never,” he playfully nipped at your neck, causing you to sigh wistfully at the feeling on your delicate skin, “I’d never say no to you. Dulzura.”

“So don’t start now,” you nudged him with your leg, “please.”

“Say no more,” he hooked his fingers in the side of your shorts and pulled them down in one fluid motion, letting them join the growing pile. He inhaled sharply at the sight of you on the bed, bare and looking up at him with soft eyes, “like a work of art.”

“You’re wearing too much,” you playfully frowned, hooking a friend through his belt loop, “lose the pants.”

He chuckled warmly before making quick work of stripping down. You looked at him with dark eyes and a hungry look that caused him to tilt his head to the side in amusement, “can I help you?”

“I think you can,” you feigned innocence as you gently nudged him to the side before straddling his hips. He made a low sound, a guttural thing as his hands found purchase on your hips, "you look like you've got something to say, handsome. What is it, hmm?"

"Fuck me," he whispered in awe as you grinned like the Cheshire cat, "please."

"I can do that," you leaned down to kiss him softly, "with pleasure. I love you, Javi.”

“I love you more, Dulzura.”

[wholoveseggs]

Hi this request will probably be a bit different but I’m hoping you’re ok with it

I’m a trans guy and I was wondering if you could do a Elijah smut with a he/him pronoun y/n? If you don’t want to do mlm smut then maybe just change pronouns?

For the actual fic

You’re first time and Elijah is like really sweet with u but also dominant lots of good boy and praise n stuff

Tyyy

Perfect

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

After a date with Elijah, you want to take things to the next level and he makes you feel like the only boy in the world.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @elijahmikaelsonsboy ! this was a fun challenge and I hope it's what you wanted (I truly believe that Elijah is a pansexual king... he had chemistry with Damon~) ♡♡

2.8k words - Warnings: pure smut no plot, transmale!reader, virgin!reader, sprinkle of dom!elijah, blowjob, lots of praise...

You adjusted your shirt and tie in the mirror, smoothing out your hair for the fourth time. There was this piece that just wouldn't stay down no matter what you did. You wondered how Elijah managed to never have a hair out of place, you made a mental note to ask him.

It was finally here, the night you were going to tell him. The night you would confess that you loved him. The plan was to tell him after your date... Or maybe during. You weren't sure. He had said it was just a casual date, nothing fancy. But you wanted to impress him, so you made sure there wasn't a single wrinkle found on the dress shirt and pants you were wearing. Your tie was a perfect knot, the shoes you wore had not a scuff on them.

He arrived at your door looking amazing as always. His hair was perfectly styled, his suit a perfect fit, and the way his dark eyes pierced through yours... It made you weak in the knees. He smiled and offered you his arm, kissing your cheek. "You look very handsome tonight."

You smiled back, kissing him. "Thank you. You look very handsome yourself."

You spent most of the ride there making idle chit chat, just talking about each other's days and such. You were so happy to have him in your life, sometimes you couldn't believe how lucky you were.

When you met him you had made the assumption that he was only interested in women. You had no idea that he was pansexual until he kissed you. You were surprised, of course, but pleasantly so. After that, he had been taking you on dates every other week, and you fell more and more in love with him as time went on.

You were ready to take things to the next level, but you were nervous about it. You had never gone all the way with anyone before, and the last thing you wanted was for it to be disappointing for him.

It didn't help that he was so much more experienced than you. You had discussed it one night while cuddling, and he said it wasn't a big deal. You felt better after that, but you still worried.

Tonight he took you to go see a movie, it was one of those big blockbuster films that was a long awaited sequel. You had seen the trailer and were excited, and when you saw the posters and the crowd at the theater you got even more excited.

It was the perfect date. You couldn't focus on the movie, however, because your mind was racing with the possibility of having sex for the first time. You were nervous about a number of things, him seeing your body, what it would feel like and how you would react, not being any good at it. The list went on and on.

After the movie, you drove to his place and ordered some takeout. You tried to keep a conversation going, but you kept spacing out. He noticed your lack of interest in the conversation and placed a hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Are you okay?"

You smiled at him and squeezed his hand back. "I'm fine. Sorry I'm being quiet. Just thinking."

He leaned over and kissed your forehead. "That's alright. What is on your mind?"

You leaned in and kissed him, gently. He responded in kind, moving his lips against yours. He pulled away, brushing his fingers along your cheek.

"I've just been thinking a lot lately. About us." You whispered, looking into his eyes.

"Thinking about us, huh? Well, I'm all ears." He gave you another quick kiss, casually playing with your tie.

You swallowed hard, "you know how I've never..?"

He nodded. "I do."

"I want to."

He gave you a gentle smile, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. "You're sure?"

"Positive."

He kissed your neck. "Well, I am always up for the task." He chuckled

You nodded, blushing a bit as he stood and took your hand, leading you upstairs. He opened his bedroom door and pulled you inside, kissing you softly. He knew how nervous you were, and he didn't want to rush you.

He sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap, his hands on your hips. You draped your arms over his shoulders and pressed your lips to his, closing your eyes.

Elijah began to undo your tie, then the top two buttons of your shirt. He trailed kisses from your mouth to your jaw and then down to your neck, pausing at the juncture of your shoulder. He gently scraped his teeth across your skin and you gasped, clutching his shoulders.

"You smell nice, is that my cologne?" he asked, pressing his lips to your throat.

"It is," you breathed, running a hand through his hair. "I may have borrowed some."

"Mmhm." He kissed you again, his tongue slipping past your lips.

You let him control the kiss, melting into him as his tongue explored your mouth. Your tongues slid together, fighting for dominance. He pulled back, panting.

He kissed your cheek, moving his hands up your sides and onto your chest. He slipped his hands inside your shirt, his thumbs grazing over your nipples.

"Is this okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip.

"Use your words, handsome,”

"Y-yes." You managed to get out.

He pinched one of your nipples and you gasped, gripping his shirt.

"That's my good boy." He purred.

He took your shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. He ran his fingers down your sides, tracing the outline of your ribs.

He pressed his mouth to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the hardening nub. You gripped his hair, arching your back.

"So sensitive," he murmured.

He moved to the other nipple, sucking on it until you were squirming in his lap. You could feel him growing hard beneath you, and you blushed.

He lifted his head and smirked. "Feels good, huh?"

"Yeah." You whispered, blushing more.

"You're so cute when you blush." He grinned, pressing his lips to yours again.

He undid your belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. Reaching inside, he touched you through your underwear.

"Oh, someone's already so wet." He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over the damp fabric.

You bit your lip, grinding into his hand. His hands felt so good on you, his thumb sliding across your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

He pulled your pants and underwear down for better access. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers stroking you, teasing your entrance.

"Look at you, all worked up and we've barely even started." He whispered.

He pulled his hand away, and you groaned in frustration. You tugged on his tie, pulling him in for a kiss. He chuckled and bit down gently on your lip.

"Patience, mister."

You ignored him and began to unbutton his shirt, running your fingers over his bare chest. Your fingers moving through his soft chest hair.

"Can I touch you a little bit?" You asked shyly, running your fingers down his abs.

"Of course."

You unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, freeing his erection. It was big, and the thought of it filling you up was exciting and scary at the same time. You stroked him, wrapping your fingers around the shaft and pumping slowly.

"Mmm." He groaned, leaning his head back.

You continued stroking him, rubbing your thumb across the tip. He moaned, thrusting his hips up.

You moved off his lap and onto your knees in front of him, you never had done this before, but you wanted to make him feel good. You looked up at him, and he smiled down at you.

"You don't have to." He whispered, running a hand through your hair, messing it up a bit.

You smiled, kissing the head of his cock. You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

"Show me how?" You asked, blushing a bit.

He guided you, placing his hand on the back of your head. "Suck on the tip. Lick the underside. Use your tongue. You can use your hands, too."

You did as he instructed, taking him in as far as you could without gagging. Your cheeks felt hot, and you could feel yourself getting wetter.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good." He whispered.

You closed your eyes and bobbed your head, taking him deeper with every movement. He groaned, tugging on your hair.

The sounds he was making were turning you on, and you felt yourself clench.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum."

You pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop. "Will you to cum in my mouth?"

A flash of something dark and dangerous crossed his face, he gave you a crooked smile and his voice dropped lower, "aren't you a dirty boy,"

You blushed, looking down at his cock. It was shiny with your saliva, and was leaking precum. You leaned forward and licked it, lapping up his release.

He groaned, and pulled you back onto his lap, kissing you hungrily. His hands tore away your pants and underwear, leaving you naked and vulnerable. He gripped your hips and licked along your chest, biting on your nipples and then soothing the sting with his tongue.

You began to tremble a bit, knowing what the next step was. Elijah noticed and stopped, stroking your cheek.

"You okay?" He asked.

You nodded.

"Just nervous, that's all."

"I'll be gentle, I promise."

You kissed him again, grinding your hips down into his. He reached down and rubbed your clit in slow circles, making you moan.

"You don't have to be that gentle," you breathed, feeling lusty and wild.

He let out a soft hum, slipping a finger into you, watching your eyebrows arch up. He chuckled, the sound reverberating deep within his chest.

"You're so sensitive," he mused.

He began to pump his finger in and out, watching as your mouth fell open and your eyes closed.

"I bet I could make you cum like this, just with my fingers," he mused, slipping another finger inside.

"Mmm." You moaned, rolling your hips.

"Or maybe with my tongue," he murmured, leaning in to press his lips to your neck.

"Elijah," you breathed, "stop teasing me."

He chuckled. "But it's so much fun," he said, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust of his fingers.

You groaned, bucking your hips. He smirked, pressing his lips to yours. He suddenly flipped you over, pinning you down with his body, and then his hand was between your legs, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your sensitive nub.

He let out a low growl, leaning in to nip at your ear. "Naughty boy, making a mess, all flushed and sweaty." He whispered.

He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at your entrance. You tensed, looking up at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, stroking your cheek.

You shook your head. "No."

He kissed you, pushing inside of you. You gasped, biting down on his lip. You felt so full, so stretched, it was a little painful and yet... It felt so right with him.

He stilled, giving you time to adjust. You took a few deep breaths, trying to relax.

"Eyes on me," he whispered, cupping your cheek.

You looked up at him, and the love and lust shining in his eyes took your breath away.

He began to move, slowly, rolling his hips against yours. You moaned, arching your back, trying to match his rhythm.

He nipped at your neck then moved down to your chest, biting at your nipples, before sucking on them, making you whimper and squirm.

"Do you like that? When I suck on your cute, little nipples?" He whispered.

"Y-yes."

He hummed, his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh. Your hands tugged on his hair, urging him on.

He chuckled, sucking on the bud. He released it with a wet pop, moving to the other one. You moaned, your hips bucking.

He groaned, picking up the pace. He took your hands and pinned them to the bed, intertwining his fingers with yours. He watched your expressions, your eyes shut tight, your mouth slightly parted, a flush on your cheeks.

He was honored that you trusted him enough to be your first. You were a beautiful soul, and he was grateful for the privilege.

"You are such a good boy, all nice and wet for me. So good, my beautiful, precious boy," he murmured.

"Elijah," you gasped.

He grunted, kissing your lips. He rolled his hips, thrusting deep and hard. He felt you tighten around him at his praise, and he smiled, he enjoyed learning what turns you on..

He nuzzled your neck, sucking on the skin, leaving little bites and hickeys. You arched your back, wrapping your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts.

"You like when I bite you, baby?"

"Yes." You whimpered.

He nibbled on your earlobe, his warm breath fanning over your skin.

"What about when I do this?" His thrusts became harder, slamming you with such a force you moved a bit on the bed.

You nodded, too blissed out for words.

"Or when I do this?" He let go of one of your hands and trailed his fingers down your chest and stomach, pressing down on your lower abdomen.

Your eyes widened and you moaned loudly, the sudden pressure almost too much.

He smirked, nuzzling your neck, licking and biting, his tongue and teeth tracing along the tendons of your neck.

His grip was strong, his fingers digging into your flesh. His thrusts became faster, deeper, and harder, pounding you into the mattress.

"Do you want to cum, mister y/n?"

"Y-yes."

He kissed your lips. "Beg me," he growled.

You were surprised, but the roughness was thrilling. "Please, please let me cum."

"Mmm, not yet," he purred.

You groaned, your legs beginning to shake.

"Elijah," you pleaded, your voice cracking.

He chuckled, "such a good boy, begging so well."

You clenched around him, panting and whimpering. You could feel Elijah losing control, his pace becoming erratic. His breath was coming in harsh gasps.

He kissed you, his tongue delving deep into your mouth. His thrusts were wild and desperate, the sound of flesh slapping together loud in the quiet room.

"Cum for me, my boy," he commanded, his voice a deep growl.

You obeyed, clenching around him. You cried out, your eyes rolling back in your head, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

"So perfect," he murmured, pressing his lips to your throat.

You collapsed, panting, sweat trickling down your back. He released your hand, his fingers ghosting along your skin.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his tone tender.

"Yeah." You whispered, looking up at him.

He kissed your forehead. "It wasn't too much?" He asked, cupping your cheek.

"No." You said breathlessly, your mind still spinning from the intensity of it all.

"Good." He pulled out of you, and you grimaced. He noticed, and his eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Just a bit sore, but I'll be fine." You assured him, reaching up and brushing your thumb across his cheek.

He pressed a kiss to your palm, then got out of the bed, scooping you up.

"I know just the thing," he said, carrying you to the bathroom.

He set you down on the edge of the tub, and started the bath. Once the water was warm, he helped you in, and then climbed in behind you.

"Lean back," he said softly.

You did, resting against his chest. He gently washed your body, being careful to avoid the more sensitive areas.

"Thank you 'lijah," you whispered.

"Of course," he said, his voice quiet and soft.

He kissed your neck, wrapping his arms around you. You closed your eyes, feeling warm and safe.

He ran his fingers through your hair, making it stick up in weird places. He chuckled, his chest rumbling against your back.

"I learned so much about you today," he said, a teasing lilt to his tone.

"Did you now?" You asked, your cheeks heating.

"Indeed, I did." He chuckled.

"Like what?"

He leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear. "Like how sensitive you are," he whispered. "How much you like being praised." He nuzzled the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Mmm." You sighed, relaxing.

"And," he added, "how good you are at begging."

You giggled, covering your face.

"But I didn't get to explore all the ways to make you beg," he teased.

"We have time," you said, smiling.

He hummed, kissing the side of your head. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," you said, turning to look up at him.

You would never forget this night and how special Elijah had made it. How he made you feel. How loved you were.

It was perfect and you couldn't wait for more.

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