#ughhh i want to be treated softly

[femme-ftm]

hand caressing my pussy and rubbing my clit and letting me grind against it, and being told im a good girl when i start getting wet from it ❤️

[drluvsick]

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐬

you hand make them a replica of themselves in the form of a plushie! 📝 gn! reader. btw relationship is mutual pining. would’ve made the headers as the hashira’s plushies but… coloring would’ve been ughhh. maybe i'll post it separately!

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𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

“for me?” he’s surprised before it melts into a smile. with the plushie in hand, he rolls it around feeling the details from his hair to outfit, getting a general view of what it could look like.

“this is very kind of you. i will cherish this for the rest of my life.” he puts a hand on your head, gently petting you as you hug him in return. he’s happy at the action, his large body engulfing yours as he hugs you back. you’re relieved that he’s blind so that he’s not able to see your blush, but with your heart beating unusually fast and loud, you’re sure he can hear it and deduct it himself.

gyomei thinks that perhaps you may hear his heart beating abnormally as well in the moment.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈

he thinks it’s perfect. would��ve added more glitter, but then he thinks that maybe it’s better off that the entire plush isn’t covered in the tiny monsters. (he held the gift for a few seconds and then BAM, glitter EVERYWHERE on his hand)

he loves how flashy the doll is. it seems to shine and sparkle even in the dark of night.

he obviously treats you to a shopping spree or restaurant “date” with him after (after both of you furiously wash your hands from all that glitter).

absolutely takes mini tengen with him when he’s with you. you both brainstorm ideas for him and his little comrade to match outfits (off to the fabric store!).

this small gift secretly makes him scream inside. when he gets home from the interaction, you BET he’s going to be humming the entire rest of the day, unable to sleep because his thoughts are all filled of you.

𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

so surprised that you would give him a gift. why would you want to waste so much time in giving him something? something you handmade, to be precise? he asks this, and when you reply saying that you just wanted to, he swears he fell harder than before.

he’s beyond happy, though. you get the grace of seeing him unconsciously smile at the present as he notices the attention to details. how much time did you spend looking at him to remember all these features? the thought makes him a little lightheaded.

you’re too sweet to him, he thinks. now whenever he’s feeling down and you’re gone, he holds the little plush to his heart for a small sense of comfort that helps him to live another day. and he doesn’t dare take it on missions or anywhere, really. he’s too afraid to lose or destroy something you worked so hard on to make for him.

god forbid you tell shinobu one day that you made a plushie for giyuu. she’d never let him get away without teasing him for actually getting someone to like him well enough to make something for him.

will subconsciously hide behind you when she does start with the teasing as you softly grasp his haori sleeve, making his heart flutter tenfold at the small action.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

(you’ve seen his face without the bandages)

when you hand it to him, he’s on cloud nine. you even made kaburamaru! the snake seems to appreciate it, happily leaving obanai’s shoulders to rest on yours instead.

he practically begs to take you somewhere as thanks and to spoil you, because this gift from you has his face heating up and he wants to draw your attention away from it. and when you do agree (albeit reluctantly), his snake looks at him with a “lmao dude you’re freakin’ whipped”.

while walking, he notices that the bandages on the plushie are removable, asking you if it’s intentional.

“see for yourself,” were your words as he reluctantly removed them. he saw the bottom of the face littered in scars almost identical to the ones underneath his own bandages, with the words on the side of the bandages covering the doll’s face reading: “you’re beautiful, scars or no scars. and from what you’ve shown me, it’s the same on the inside.”

he swears that he could just faint right there and then.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀

“tsk, what is this?”

you smile as he inspects it; watching his lips twitch, fighting the urge to curve upwards. “it’s a plushie of yourself.”

“you made this? for me?”

“yep!”

he looks anywhere but at you, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand as warmth bristles through; his ears turning red as he says, “it’s nice, i guess.”

“just ‘nice’?” you reply back, teasing his quick response. “maybe i should’ve just made a plushie for someone else, liiike… giyuu.” you grin, aware of the facade he’s pulling.

“don’t you dare. it’s amazing, i love it.” he spits out gruffly, but wholly truthful. “…thank you.” he thinly smiles, if not for you observing him you wouldn’t have noticed it.

“aww, you’re welcome!” you snicker.

he turns his head the other way, his face beginning to feel uncomfortably hot.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎

his plushie literally radiates sunshine, just like the original himself. when he receives it, he shouts the loudest thank you you’re ever going to hear.

talks about all the details and how much it embodies him. he adores it. then he asks if you could make one of you, so that they could be a pair together (AHHHH).

hugs you so tightly that you start to sweat from his body heat. but he means well!

eats with the plushie when you’re not with him. it reminds him of who made it and it just makes his food taste 100x better.

probably keeps it in his pocket and shows it to people like, “look what (y/n) made for me! :D” so that now so many people know who you are.

and when you make that replica of yourself for him? he just can’t get enough of how adorable it is. keeps it with him in his pocket too, it makes his day so much better whenever he sees it because it just radiates you.

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈

squeals, she’s just so so so happy. her face turns this cute red and all she can do is just smother you with a hug because of her overwhelming excitement.

she dances around with it at first, screaming about how cute you made it and absolutely loving how you designed the doll to be just like her. you got her into the whole craft business, her new determination to make a doll of you to present to you! she hugs you one last time before rushing off with her new plan.

she quickly realizes that if she gives… whatever she made in her first attempt to you, it’d come across as an insult. so she spends countless days and nights (in between missions, of course) to perfect her gift to her beloved. and when she finally does…

…she gives it to you like a child showing their parent their artwork, except mitsuri’s present was better than just any children’s project.

she’s so giddy when you praise her for it, finally able to collapse from exhaustion when she gets home. but when you kiss her on the forehead, she knows that there’s no way she’s going to get a blink of sleep, especially not when that moment keeps replaying in her head throughout the rest of the day.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎

she’s calm and collected on the outside, having an emotional breakdown and desperately trying not to just tackle you and hug and kill you with kisses on the inside. her logical mind prevails unfortunately.

she dearly thanks you for the gift with the sweetest soft tint of pink on her face.

she takes it for walks around her estate, visiting patients, and when she needs to calm down. it just takes a few minutes with the plushie in her hands for her to think of you to become more relaxed.

she doesn’t take it in her lab, though— worried that something might happen to it. so instead, during those periods, she keeps it in her room in a secret place that only she knows about, because she’s a little paranoid that something may end up destroying it with all the people in the estate and all.

the next time you’re out on a mission? expect a parcel from her delivered by crow with your favorite (non-perishable) food, some trinkets and items you might enjoy, and a note that vaguely suggests her true feelings towards you.

she secretly prays that you’ll take the hint and ask her out.

𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎

(reader is either same age or muichiro is aged up)

despite his flawed memory/memorizing issues, muichiro does a huge effort to not forget the plushie you gave him.

he’ll write himself notes, bring it with him everywhere, and he finds himself replaying moments with you and daydreaming in his mind more often about you with the doll around.

definitely falls asleep with it gently in his arms, held close to his chest. it helps him fall asleep faster and more comfortably knowing that something resembling your presence was so nearby.

his crow’s definitely jealous by this btw. but she respects you both so she doesn’t lay a claw on the plushie.

one day when you find him hugging the plushie close to him as he was walking around his estate, you decide to go up to him and hug him from behind. let’s just say, he got a lot more clingy after that, hugging the gift at night tighter to try to replicate that warm feeling your hugs always gave him.

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[danikamariewrites]

Ok so this but with rhysand and Azriel ddlg relationship like ong the size difference

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLFC2m3s/

I can just imagine reader just like grabbing their hand like their thumb and dragging them to like different shops whenever they go out shopping or whenever they like go out in general that’s how Reader holds her hands so she doesn’t get lost because she’s short and they don’t want her to get lost Them always like picking her up and manhandling her because she’s so tiny like omg the height difference so hot 🥵

I could also see them being so overprotective over tiny reader and them teasing her calling her tiny tinny

Hold My Hand

Rhysriel x reader

A/n: i want azriel to tease me about being tiny so bad and I just want to hold both of their hands ughhh

Warnings: throuple, ddlg relationship, reader gives Az & Rhysie a scare, mentions of kidnapping

Rhys and Azriel had been putting off on taking you shopping for days now. They were either busy or a court emergency had come up. It was time to put your foot down.

Marching into Rhysand’s office you approached the situation with calm and cool head. Yelling at your mates would get you nothing but a rough punishment for yelling. So you bat your eye lashes, play with your fingers and put on your sweetest voice to get what you want.

Rhys and Az look at you with sweet smiles, ecstatic to see their baby girl so early in the morning. “Good morning, darling,” Rhys coos at you. Standing from his desk Rhys makes his way over to you. You look up at him, giving him your sweetest smile. He brings his large hands up to cup your face. “Morning,” you chirp.

Rhys’s smile widens as he places a small kiss on your forehead. “What can Az and I do for you this morning baby girl?” Oh you had him wrapped around your finger. “You and Azzy promised to take me shopping, and well it’s been a few days since you said you would. Do you think we can go today, please daddy?”

You pout up at him to seal the deal. From the twinkle in his violet eyes you knew you won. As you got lost in Rhys’s eyes you didn’t notice Azriel come up to you two. He gently runs a scared hand through your hair, giving you a loving look. “Did you want to go now, princess?” You let out a small hum and nod your head enthusiastically. You grab their hands and pull them from Rhys’s office, yapping about what stores you want to go to.

Walking around the city Rhys and Azriel each have one of your hands in their large ones. Making sure you stay close to them. The only time your mates let go is if you’re in a shop, picking up something you want or stopping to snack. In their free hands, Rhys and Azriel carry all your shopping bags.

Walking by the front of the latest shop the window display of fashion imported from the Winter Court distracts you. Ice blue, snowy white, and diamonds sparkle on the luxurious coat and matching winter dress you must have.

A new thing caught your eye out on the street. The crowd seemed to part just for you to reveal your favorite seasonal treat! You thought the frozen treat cart would be gone by now that fall was approaching. This was the perfect addition to your day!

Without a word to the boys you dashed out of the store and across the street. Eyeing the menu you tapped your fingers together, lipping your lips in excitement.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Azriel realized you were gone. His shadows darting out to find you. Rhys was having one of the shopkeepers box up the dress and coat in the window.

Azriel grabbed Rhys’s arm roughly, his eyes wide with panic. “What?” Rhys asks softly, his eyes roaming around the store for you. When he noticed that you weren’t here panicking set in. Azriel could hear Rhys’s heart rate pick up.

The two of them dashed around the store looking for you. With no sight of you they split up going to the shops next door.

Meeting back in the first shop and finding each other unsuccessful fear and anger set in. What if you were taken? Who would dare take you, the mate of a High Lord and the Nigh Court Spymaster?

The shopkeeper that was helping Rhys earlier timidly made her way over. Tapping Rhys on the shoulder he whips around. The poor girl jumps at the sudden movement. Not backing down she points out the window, “Is that who you’re looking for?”

A deep sigh leaves both males as their shoulders relax at the sight of you. Collecting the shopping bags they rush out to you.

Wrapped up in your conversation with the vendor you didn’t notice your mates behind you. Rhys cleared his throat causing you to jump. You turn, smiling up at your mates. “Rhys, Az look! The frozen treat cart is still out!” They raise their eyebrows at you, giving you a look that says ‘what have we told you about running off?’

You suck in your lips, eyes going wide. “I gotta go, I’ll see you later Harold.” You wave at him cheerily as Rhys grabs your hand pulling you away.

“I’m sorry,” you squeak out, clinging to your mates as you finish your treat. “I just got so excited daddy.” Az stops, holding your chin in his hand. “I won’t lie princess you scared us. Just remember to slow down and tell us next time, yeah.” You nod at him batting your eyelashes lovingly. Az leans down to steal a quick kiss from you.

“Now, is there anywhere else you would like to go?” You tap a finger against your chin, scrunching your nose in thought. You let out a hum, “Nah, I just wanna go home. I’m absolutely exhausted.” You exaggerate making your mates laugh.

“Come here, darling.” Rhys reaches out for you, letting you jump on his back. The whole way home you rested your head against Rhys’s shoulder so you could still see Azriel. Rhys would occasionally rub soothing circles on your thighs. By the time your home your eyes are half closed. Rhys lays you on the couch tucking you in with your favorite blanket.

They both kiss you on the head before starting to walk away. Your hand quickly reaches out for Azriel’s. Tugging on his fingers he looks down at you with a small smile. “What’s up princess?” “Will you stay for a bit?”

“Of course, my love.”

[theealluringstoryteller]

Agaisnt The World Around Us

Chapter 5: The wedding

Clara snuggled her son relishing in the warmth his body gave as she read the words off the pages of the book she found in their small library in the village. Despite him being 13 she appreciated him still wanting to read to him and cuddle him when he wanted to spend time with her or in need of comfort. Castin silently followed along with his eyes, one almost swollen shut due to the fight he got into with boys much older than him. Clara hated how her sweet boy was treated among people in their village and she tried her best to make up for it by doing everything she could at home. “And then ‘swoosh’ Perseus swooped down on his flying horse towards Andromeda determined to save the chained princess from the sea monster ‘Cetus’ ”

She continued on with the story warmly smiling as Castin cuddled a bit more closer to her, drowned in the story escaping the day that he had.

“After the mighty Demi God slayed the horrid beast he took Princess Andromeda back to her father King Cepheus and asked for her hand in marriage-" “Ughhh!” Castin groaned loudly turning his head up the shift in the story. “Awe come on Cassie! All heroes deserve love-” “But he’s in his prime! He’s gonna throw it all away for some…chick!” Castin huffs crossing his arms over his chest suddenly uninterested in the tale. The young Castin grumbled to himself about how weak Perseus was. “What man would rather settle down instead of living a life full of honor!” Frowning Clara closed the book unhappy with her son’s thought process. “Who said it wasn’t honorable to be in love?” She questioned wanting to get down to the source of his disdain! “Only girls fall in love! It’s stupid and silly!” Castin went on. “It’s not manly at all!”

Appalled Clara scoffed “who told you all of this…horse shit?” She demanded snatching his chin and turning his face towards her. His eyes now softening he shrugs his shoulders feeling bad about getting his mother upset. “They say so! It’s not the Intacian way!”

Clara sighed mentally cursing those who put such an idea into her son’s head. “Cassie,honey, don’t believe to their bullshit! They are nothing but a bunch of miserable pathetic old men who are unhappy with their lives because they couldn’t manage to get a woman even of low standards to fall in love with their miserable asses!” Clara begins motioning Castin into her arms. Scooting back into his mother’s embrace Castin remained silent knowing that now it wasn’t the best time to cut in with his warped opinions. “Let me tell you my little love, you’re going to find a woman when you grow into a man and you’re gonna be so in love with her and her you because you deserve that! You’re by far better than those low life roaches who told you that it wasn’t manly to be in love-your father loved me very much!” She tells him hugging him closely. “And this woman you’re gonna find-she’s gonna be everything you’ve ever dreamed of-”

“Maaa! I don’t dream of girls!” Castin whined at the thought. “Oh please don’t lie to your mother! I wash your clothes!”

“Ma!” Castin groaned again, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“Oh hush!” Clara chuckled softly pinching Castin’s side.

“My boy! You’re home!” Clara cheered rushing up to her son who now towered over her. A bright smile on his face he embraced her closing his eyes in relief now that he’s home and away from the camp that had too many funky bodies and none of his mother’s delicious cooking.

“I missed ya too, ma!”

“You better! The amount of time I stay up thinking and worrying about you!” She exclaimed letting go so she could do a look over of her son.

She tsked at his lanky figure “Are they not feeding you? What you have to be an official soldier to get a decent meal plan?!” Clara continued to fuss causing Castin to smile and laugh to himself at his mother’s behavior.

“Gisela! Isn’t that the boy you’re brother-”

“Shush!”

Castin developing keen ear picked up not to far from his home. His eyes catching sight of two girls around his age walking by huddled together as they peered over at him while whispering horribly.

“He’s cute! Maybe you should ask him out?”

“What?! What if he says no?”

Smirking Castin lifted a hand “Sup Ladies!” He greeted jerking his chin up in a nod. The two girls gasped then awkwardly laughed stopping their stroll now that there was an air of opportunity.

Frowning Clara glanced between the girls and her son. She studied the two before her eyes went from slits to calm within seconds.

“I’m sorry girls but my son here desperately needs a bath! Camp has lice!” Clara huffs looking at Castin’s hair full of disgust. “Yeah! Unfortunately that’s what happens with some soldiers in training!” She tells them shrugging her shoulders, ignoring the look her son was shooting her way. The woman shooed away the girls who held a displeased look on their faces.

“Maaa!” Castin cried dramatically raising his arms asking ‘why?’

“Trust me Cassie I’ve seen those girls buzzing like a hover fly in other warriors in training faces and I’ll be damned if you came home with something far worse than lice.”

Ushering her son into their house Clara began what Castin would refer to as rambling “I did you a favor! You need a girl who doesn’t get so excited over male attention! Someone who shares something you also love-like reading! Oh and she has to be sweet! You need a nice girl! To keep that heart of yours safe and full of love.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma!” Castin rolls his eyes happy to be home. “I’ll be sure to marry her when I find her”

Castin stood tall at the alter his Commander suit felt like bricks anchoring him in place as his eyes were glued to the approaching figure in all white. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked making her way towards him, towards their future together, a one sided love. Ethereal is what came to mind as he saved this memory in his mind. Many years ago his mother told him and now it’s happening! He was in love! Goddess how he loved her. It plagued him! Turned every other woman into faceless humanoid creatures who could no longer sway him with their attention and empty affection.

His eyes only saw her, he only wanted her. Somehow she casted a spell and poof! He was her’s and she had no clue. That was the bittersweet part of this wedding. He was marrying the woman he loved while she was marrying the man she loathed.

Omorose barely spared him a glance as she stood emotionless at the alter beside him. Rhett shook his head throwing Castin a short look of disappointment at failing to win over the Baroness, before be started the ceremony.

“Today is one that will be marked in our new found history. Where two enemy nations set their hatred, division and differences aside to unite and become stronger together as one through the union of Intacian warrior commander Castin Hammer and Imperial Baroness of the coastal Empire Omorose Fentress. Bear witness as they commit themselves to each other and as their commitment serves as a bond between the Coastal empire and Intacia!”

A mixture of low groans and whispers creeped up once King Rhett finished the opening speech of the wedding ceremony.

In the coastal empire Weddings were a show. The richer you were, the higher or title the more elaborate your wedding is expected to be. Ballads were song, Dances were performed and the tales of both families histories were told high lighting where the union was a grand one. It was quite the cultura shock when Rhett went straight into asking

“Baroness, before the Goddess and everyone here do you take Castin to be your husband? Do you accept him as your partner and your equal for the rest of your life?”

“I do.” Her voice voided and empty as she sealed her fate, intertwining her life seconds before he did the same.

“And Castin, before the goddess and everyone here do you take the Baroness to be your wife? Do you accept her as your partner and your equal for the rest of your life?”

“Yeah…I do.” He said softly stealing a glance at her from the corner of his eyes. The empty look in her pretty honey eyes pained him to see. A consequence for him being a total ass.

“Then I king Rhett of Intacia and of the Coastal Empire bind you two together forever. Castin you may kiss your wife.” Rhett announced motioning him to step forward.

“Gladly!” Castin smirked.

Omorose mentally frowned as she was pulled into the kiss. She didn’t bother putting much effort into its Castin lead it.

While it brought Castin butterflies it brought Omorose nothing but disgust especially when he moaned into the kiss. And the sound of cheering and clapping only made her sour more.

Pushing him away she noticed the look of disappointment on her now Husband’s face.

“Hey you know you didn’t have to push me away like that towards the end.”

“You were getting carried away for something that doesn’t mean anything on a personal level.” She snipped maneuvering her dress around prepared to get far away from him as possible.

“Yeah you’re right…my bad. Kinda got carried away there.” Castin admits hoping she would be a little more kinder to him like she was with her close friends and Nina.

Rolling her eyes Omorose searched through the crowd for a familiar face she could socialize with instead of the husband she wanted to avoid.

Moving closer he asked “Look…could we at least dance?”

Throwing him a look Omorose scoffed her heeled feet carrying her and her long gown away as a frustrated Castin followed.

“Hey! Come on…look you’ve been doing this for months. I am your husband! Okay? You just can’t keep avoiding me.” He pleads wishing to reason with her.

Not bothering to entertain the thought Omorose kept walking.

Castin signed in frustration watching her go “Are you serious?!”

With her head held high Omorose was completely unaware of the power she held over Castin who suddenly felt like the rejected boy of his village once again. The feeling causing him to crave alcohol to wash away the ill feeling.

He might as well make the most of his wedding night! Nothing else was going to come if it but partying and drinking himself stupid.

As a heavy weight he took the nearest bottle offered to him and chugged as much as possible desperate for rejected feeling to disappear. Perhaps if he got drunk enough one of the Bar maids would start mirroring Omorose’s looks and his feelings for her even if he no longer thirsted for meaningless conquests.

At the kings table Omorose listened to Rhett go on about giving the scoundrel friend of his another chance. She didn’t see how it would matter now that she tied herself to the hound.

“Dun da da dun da da!” A drunk voice sung loudly as a guitar’s strings were abusely played.

“Of course.” She hissed seeing Castin standing on a

Table top dancing with one of the barmaids that were on the clock. He looked absolutely stupid in her eyes. An embarrassment.

Rhett cursed excusing himself to retrieve his friend before he made a bigger fool of himself.

“No!” Omorose told herself standing from her seat and swiftly leaving the party to her room. She couldn’t allow herself to stay and be humiliated by a man who seemed to lack any control or self respect.

Once in her room she kicked off her heels and made her way to her vanity. Staring at her reflection ��Stupid! Stupid! stupid girl with a sympathizing heart for her country’s enemy! Look where that weak caring heart got you. Pathetic!’ She thought.

‘Married to a man who is known to fuck anything as long as it has a warm hole! A damn dog! Now you have to lay it a flea covered bed because you want to fix your family’s mistakes like the fool they tried beating out of you!’ Her mind continued to berate her. Her nails sunk into the flesh of her palms as she willed the horrid thoughts away. Tears gathering in her eyes as negative feels swept over her.

“You always knew you were damned to a loveless Marriage don’t act surprised now. It was practically a birthright. But you’re not going to allow that or him to define the woman you are. You’re stronger than that!” She tells herself sinking her nails further into her palms to stop herself from shedding a tear.

A shaky breath forced its way passed her lips as the feeling finally left her. Forcefully she smiled at herself in the mirror before pulling out her journal and pen.

Passing the time writing in it waiting for the party to end up staying dress in case Aurelia or Nina came looking for her.

Nina sighed from afar watching the whole interaction go down. In the pit of her stomach she felt a sense of regret for not pushing hard enough to get Omorose not to go through with the marriage. To her it was clear it was going to end in shambles quickly.

“Let me go see about that child of mine.” She says to a random intacian man that brought her over a drink.

“Yeah! Tell her I said ‘good luck’ cause it is needed.” He laughed taking the cup she handed back

She couldn’t get through the threshold of the banquet hall before she was stopped by the King.

“Nina wait! Let Castin go to her! He needs to.”

“You don’t think he burned that bridge and pissed on its ashes enough!” She questioned raising a brow.

Defeated Rhett knew she was right and couldn’t argue. Bowing his head tiredly he said “Let him try one more time. Maybe now that she’s his wife he would finally pull his head out of his ass.”

“Goddess willing…”

To entranced in her thoughts the sound of her bedroom door opening without her permission startled her. Within seconds her dagger she stashed on the underside of her vanity was in her hands ready for use.

Castin looked at the weapon then at her scoffing a little amused.

“Come on babe really a knife? If you were going to kill me you should’ve done it before our wedding! It’s a little too late now.”

Sneering at the man Omorose sat the weapon on the vanity and picked up her pen.

“Stop with that.”

“What? You’re my wife I can’t call you sweetheart?” He asked. His buzzed mind enjoying the attention.

“It was arranged! It’s nothing on a personal level so there’s no need for pet names.” She spat pressing her pen harder into the paper.

“Who care if it was arranged? You and I walked down the aisle that makes you my…” he trailed seeing her get upset. “Come on say it with me now” he laughs hoping to get more of a reaction out of her.

“We are one flesh serving one Queen sweetheart, get use to it.”

Closing her eyes Omorose lifted her fingers to her temples and proceeded to give herself a message.

“So are you planning on coming back down? I mean come on leaving your own wedding reception kinda early is tacky don’t you think?”

“Tacky?!” She couldn’t help but scoffed. “Yet you were embarrassing me!”

Taken back Castin screwed up his face “what?! How was I embarrassing you?”

“You’re excessive drinking.”

“Ugh it’s a wedding babygirl. People drink. It’s not that weird.”

“Encouraging drunk people to drink!”

“Ok sure people got a little drunk but once again it’s a wedding. When else,”

“And you’re rhythmless ‘dancing’ with the rhythmless Barmaids?”

“Hmm? What about the barmaids?” He asked not sure if he heard her right. She turned giving him the ‘you heard me’ look.

“Uh come on? No! No! You know that’s not what that was.”

“A tasteless rhythmless eyesore everyone was forced to watch! Not even a single drop in that bottle could spare you a half an ounce of grace for such a badly preformed sensual dance.” Omorose went on grimacing at the thought. “Or for the poor girl who tried so hard to catch the beat but couldn’t! Disgraceful!”

‘If you’re going to disrespect me and this marriage so soon you could’ve at least looked decent while doing so.’ She thought.

“Okay! So I’m social! Not everyone is as introverted as you.”

“So go be social!” She waved towards the door.

“Nah I’m staying here with you.”

“Besides the Queen bounced after you left and that was the only thing keeping the party going soo… I think we’re done.” He says loosening his collar.

“The Queen asked about you. Ya know.” He went on helping himself to a bottle of wine gifted to her by an imperial nobleman wishing her luck and voicing his disdain for not being the Groom.

“She did?” Omorose inquired curious as to why.

“Of course! You’re the Bride and you just dipped out of nowhere.”

“So did you tell her why I left?”

“Well I told her you and I decided to call it a night early because you were so eager to have your husband on your wedding night.”

The color in Omorose’s face drained at his words and audacity. Picking up her cup of old wine she chucked it at him with so much hate behind it.

“How dare you!” She hissed.

“Oh I’m sorry? Was that not what you wanted me to tell her?” He asked raving in her anger. It was the first time she spent more than a second on him he was lapping it up.

“Oh dag my bad. I mean if you would’ve just stayed you could’ve told her yourself.”

“Asshole.” Omorose grumbled her eyes like daggers as she glared his way.

She returned to her journal her handwriting turning sloppy as she jotted down what was needed to be recorded in it.

The squeaks of the facet and water running nearly made her blood boil.

“What are you doing?” She demanded not in the mood to continue with his fuckery.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m drawing a bath.” Castin stated obviously now growing tired of his wife’s attitude.

“Why?” She bluntly pressed him.

“Because I’m covered in sweat and wine and general party juices.”

“Not here.” She states wanting him out of her space

“Uh what makes you think I can’t?”

“Because I said so.”

“So you have a messed up attitude…that means I can’t be clean.”

“I don’t give a damn what you do as long as it’s not in my room?” Omorose replied

“Correction this is our room.” He corrected picking up a bottle of Omorose’s expensive oil infused bubble bath “and if I want to take a bath in our room I can do that.”

“Our room?” She asked in disgust. The night just kept getting worse.

“I mean you’re welcome to watch.” He smirks.

“I’d rather choke on the food I didn’t get to eat tonight.”

Annoyed at the whole ordeal Omorose thought of a way to piss him off like he pissed her off even if it was childish.

Shifting her dressed she sat herself more comfortably in her vanity chair picking up the book she was reading the night prior subconsciously scheming.

‘The window’ her subconscious pointed out. Curious if it would work she looked over to not only see through window but Castin.

Despite her feelings towards him she can admit that he was physically flawless when it came to his built and the scars marking up his body only added to his appeal.

Castin felt a boost of confidence seeing her look this way. He teased earning an eye roll. Turning back into her book Omorose pushed down the slightly embarrassment that crept over her.

Relaxed in the water Castin informed his wife of the Queen wanting them to ‘promenade through the garden’ so people could see them in the next upcoming weeks. Boldly he tried to suggest spending time outside of that request but was shot down with a dry “No”

“It doesn’t matter what you were going to say. The answer would’ve still been, no.”

Curious and a little bitter Castin grilled her on why.

“I have far better plans with far better company, that won’t cause me an exhausting headache.”

“Okaaay. The personal attack was kind of unnecessary. Who do you have plans with?”

“Lord Reyes.”

“Lord Reyes? Really? The dude from the Library?” Castin huffs remembering walking in on the two smiling and giggling to each other closely over something he couldn’t understand.

In sudden jealously Castin demanded “W-what do you have to do with him?”

Tiredly Omorose mouth turned smart “And you need to know because?”

“Seriously?” He gave her a pointed look. Shaking his head at her answer he decided to ask another question “oh so what is this Lord Reyes like?”

“What do you mean?” She countered dumbly.

“‘ What do you mean’ what do I mean? What do you think of him? Do you think he’s handsome?”

“As a matter of fact I do! Not that it matters since this is a fake marriage!”

Pissed off by her last sentence Castin corrects her in a low tone “This is not a fake marriage. It’s an arranged marriage.”

Seeing the displeased look and hearing him let out a breath, Omorose believed that their conversation session for the night ended.

Standing she looked over at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

“What?” He asked dejectedly.

“Can you hurry up.” She demands wanting to wash this lack luster day off.

“Relax there’s plenty of hot water. I’ll be out soon. You’ll get your turn.”

“Well make it real soon.”

“How about this the more you tell me to hurry up the longer I stay in here.”

Not happy with that she looked back at the window and made her way over to it. “What are you doing?”

Unlatching the widow she slid it open inviting the cold night air to creep in like fog.

“Are you serious?!” He raised his voice not believing she could be so childish.

“It’s freezing! Can you close that please?”

“No I’m getting a sudden flash of heat! Must be the dress…”

“So petty.” He grumbles “Fine!” Castin stood up from the water without warning.

With a cringe Omorose adverted her eyes hearing the water splash and puddle on the floor.

Sensing she still wasn’t happy Castin once again asked “what? You got what you wanted. I’m out! It’s all yours.” He motioned to the tub.

“Good now leave!”

“No I’m not leaving.” He retorts drying himself off

“You didn’t leave me I got in!” He pointed out.

“It’s different!”

“How’s it different?”

Rolling her eyes annoyed at that fact she couldn’t think of a solid answer.

“Go ahead do your thing.”

“Not around you!”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m going to bed I’m not looking at you.”

Omorose stayed glued to her spot watching as he got into her bed much to her disliking. His face turned away from her and stayed that way. Taking in a gulp of air she unzipped the seamless zipper and allowed her gown to pool around her revealing the white lacey thong she wore underneath.

Worried he would turn to sneak a peak she quickly got in the tub thankful that it was a heated and filtrated model but the cold air still bit at her. Splashing at the water she wordlessly got Castin’s attention who was tired of her and her shit.

“What! What do you want now? What do you want me to bring you?”

Pointing over to her vanity Castin glanced over to see her book lying opened on the page she left off.

“Your book? Naw you shouldn’t have left it there.”

“Why not?” She pouted sinking into the water.

“Because I’m already comfortable. Besides! Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to see you?”

Grimacing at him quoting her she lets out an irritated groan.

“Just bring me the book please?”

Puffing out air Castin got up from bed “Fine. If you say so.” He shrugs crossing the room to get to her vanity. He picks up the book telling himself to not be disrespectful enough to sneak a peak.

“Can you close the window?” She requested since he was up now.

Agreeing since he too was cold Castin made the extra journey to close the window before he noticed that the fire was low in the fireplace.

“Hey that fire is getting kinda low don’t you think?” He pondered out loud. “Where do you keep the wood?”

Raising her arm she pointed towards the corner closest to the fireplace her eyes not leaving her book once it was handed to her.

Castin hurriedly tended to the fire wanting to get back to bed since his alcoholic buzz left his system completely now. He turns but the way that the moon light casted itself over his wife caught his attention and he couldn’t but to see her in all of her glory.

“My Goddess…” he gawked his mind already capturing and saving the image to his memory like a camera. “Now that’s a view worth getting outta bed for.”

Out of anger and loss of dignity Omorose kicked her leg up at a certain angle getting water all over Castin landing her into a predicament that from sour to sweet.

For the past few months, she's been working so hard to keep the wall she built up between her and Castin.

A wall she knowingly built brick by brick after each distasteful encounter she had with the army commander to protect her, her feelings, and her time. A wall that was crumbling slightly as she watched him, her newly married husband, and his hard exterior fall in front of her as he asked her

"Please just tell me why do you hate me?"

Her heart softened just a bit at his cracked exterior but she hid it behind her voice as she spoke "So the embarrassing me with the lingerie gift you gave me the time you ever met me slips your mind-"

Castin opened his mouth to speak but the fierce glare made the words he wanted to say faltered into sounds "I- sorry no! Go on." He apologized

"I've tried to get to know you Castin but each attempt showed me what type of man you are. A dipso, egotistical rake who hangs around degenerates who think and acts the same way! The way you automatically viewed me as an object you could have the pleasure of fucking! Why wouldn't I hate you?" Omorose wailed tearing her watery eyes away from Castin's crestfallen face.

The young wife hid her face back in her book shakily admitting

"Too many people-Men and women view me the same way...it's degrading to know that instead of acknowledging everything I've done, all that I have accomplished they-" Omorose bit her lip, pushing back the sob that almost slipped.

"I'm very well aware of the fact that people want me in their beds. It's hard not to notice Castin! I promised myself at the age of 15 that I would wait and fall in love with someone who wanted me entirely and not just for my body but I failed! I failed myself when I agreed to marry you for the sake of the new kingdom. And now I'm stuck being the trophy wife to a man that saw me as a glorified sex doll the first time he ever saw me! That's why I hate you."

Her words and the sound of her voice cracking broke Castin's heart. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the woman he was in love with and moving forward he would be damned if he knowingly did so.

Castin took a deep breath. Every word his wife whimpered out processing in his mind. "I-I'm really sorry." He apologized the words he wanted to say, the things he wanted to confessed jumbled in him.

"Can I just um... can I ju-just think for a second? Thanks." He asked catching a glimpse of Omorose's pretty honey-colored eyes gloss over with vulnerable tears that gathered at her water line.

He finally got his answer and it left him speechless, seeing her push back her tears over it left him aching.

He was among a group of people that Omorose loathed but had to silently deal with instead of the people she felt at peace with and that tore him apart inside.

"Look. That's not me! Okay. Ev-everything you said…that isn't me." He started

Omorose scoffed pulling her knees closer to her chest "That is not you? The man you've been since I met you isn't you?!" She rolled her eyes causing a single stream to fall down her face.

"No, no I-I know I-I know I have a reputation! Okay?

Th-th-the brawling, the drinking, and just…generally being a rake but, that's not me! Okay?" He stressed hoping she was listening to him and was actually taking his honest confession to heart. "That's not the man I want to be" he paused searching for a reaction but received none. "Look I-I know I may not be explaining this well but," Castin's trailed off staring at the book cover held in Omorose's delicate hands. The ring on her finger shone under the dimmed light, the same one he placed there only a few hours ago catching his eye.

'Rhett is right.seems like he's always right. Castin thought, thinking back to the advice Rhett gave him before ordering him up to his new room in the palace.

"Drop the manly Intacian act. Be yourself Castin!

That is exactly what won me the Queen's heart, and it can be the same for you."

Taking another deep breath Castin prepared to drop the one thing he felt protected behind, the wall that shielded him these past years, all in hopes that Omorose his wife saw him in a different light.

"You know I really did read that book. When I was a kid...I wasn't just-trying to have something to say…okay? I-I really like that stuff." He awkwardly stated.

Omorose peaked over her book after listening to Castin struggle with his words and it made his heart skip a beat.

"Look I don't know how to explain it alright. I just feel like there's me everyone else sees and then there's the me that's really.me and the me that everyone else sees I hate it okay? I'm not that guy!" He admits feeling a wave of mixed emotions wash over him.

"Then why do you act like that? Why pretend to be someone you hate?" Omorose questions putting the book down entirely. Wanting to understand why someone would torture themselves like that.

"Because I-... I-I don't know. I was different when I was I-I was like you and then being a warrior in Intacia i-it's it's just different. You have to be strong and respected. You have to fit in." He explained feeling slightly smaller under her stare.

"Look! It's all really confusing to me... but every time I look at you it's clear. The man that I want to be is the exact type of man you would fall in love with. You remind me of everything I really care about of-of who I was back then- n-no no of the man I know I still am.

I-I just need your help."

Omorose felt her eyes soften at the stuttered admission, the honesty in his voice and the look in his eyes shined a new light over him. She cast her gaze to the ceiling contemplating whether she could forgive him and let go of her grudge she had against or not.

"I-Look, I know I screwed up. I'm used to charming people to get my way and I tried to do it with you with all the gestures and all the flirting and I'm sorry.

That's not who I want to be anymore." Castin said following her gaze

"Hey look at me. I want to change." He says looking into her eyes once she looked back at him.

"For you. I just need you to show me how. Just please give me a chance." Castin begged, moving closer to Omorose who's heart speed up as her husband leaned in to kiss her.

The Baroness has never been in such an intimate moment before, she guarded herself well before getting married and now without any experience or idea of what to do in that moment besides kissing him, she felt even more vulnerable. And when he whispered that he wanted more against her plump lips she felt a flutter in her tummy. A mixture of excitement and anxiety as her smothered voice asked "sex" between kisses.

"No! No! I don't mean like that. I mean-" he broke into a light-felt chuckle " No I do want you like that. I really do but, I-I don't just want to you physically okay? I-I love you an-and before we do anything I need to know that you're really into trying to make Because if you're not and this is just some heat of the moment thing for you then I-I can't cause it's not just that for me and I don't think it ever will be... so please don't go through with this and then hurt my feelings later."

Omorose could feel it in her heart that she forgave him right then and there in his vulnerable state, asking her not to hurt his feelings and string him along. Something she would ask something she would say.

"Are you for real about this? Am I your husband or just some warrior the Queen forced you to marry-"

Omorose stepped out of her character, reaching up to grab Castin's face to kiss him. It surprised him for a second, feeling her soft lips on his. Though a bold action he could still tell that it was a shy gesture.

"You and me," Castin said pulling away and placing a kiss on Omorose's forehead. "Let's just start over?"

He smiled softly going in for a kiss

"Okay." Omorose softly agreed.

[wheeboo]

cant stop thinking about soft hours w/ jun…

I want him to find me all bleary eyed and waking up from a nap and he babies the absolute crap out of me 🥲 like treat like a little porcelain doll and coo at me and love me god DAMN IT I’m in so bad for this guy

UGHHH THIS MAN DONT DO THIS TO ME RNN because i literally just woke up from a nap fml and now i want someone to pamper me wtf

just imagine letting your eyes opening after succumbing to a few hour nap, struggling to adjust to the light cascading thru the living room windows as you let out a yawn. your hair had become messy from the nap that became way longer than intended.

however, just as if on cue, you see your boyfriend emerge from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hands. you barely catch the way his face lights up before he's dashing right towards you, placing the glass on the coffee table and climbing on top of you on the couch.

"jun! oh my gosh--"

"my baby is finally awake," he coos playfully, his hands roaming at your sides as he peppers kisses to your face, which makes you squirm under his strong embrace. then he pulls back, chuckling at your groggy state and fixing a few strands of your hair. "how are you feeling?"

"like i just woke up from hibernation," you mutter, rubbing at your eyes.

his eyes seem to twinkle with an idea as he hovers over you, letting his fingers dance faintly on your arms. "well, i just got the remedy for that." then he motions to the glass of water on the coffee table. "hydration first!"

you prop yourself up on the couch with jun's help. he holds the glass to your lips, gaze unwavering as he watches you drink.

"you're so cute," he muses softly, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. "good job, baby!"

you can't help but grin, feeling a sense of accomplishment that only jun could make you feel for something as simple as drinking water.

handing the glass back to him, he places it back on the table and returns to his spot beside you on the couch. but this time, he's not content with just sitting next to you. he slides over and gathers you into his arms like a cozy cocoon, letting you rest against his chest as his fingers run soothing circles along your back.

"there we go, snug as a bug," he murmurs quietly, his breath a gentle whisper against your ear. you feel his lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head, making a shiver run down your spine.

his fingers find their way into your hair, his touch working magic as he massages your scalp with just the right amount of pressure. you feel your eyes flutter to a close once more, a low sigh leaving your lips. the drowsiness clinging to you seems to melt away under his touch.

he chuckles softly. "you have the most perfect bedhead right now, you know that?"

you can't help but laugh, a mock pout crossing your face. "and you didn't even let me fix it before pouncing on me."

"can't help it, love. it's my job. you signed up for this," he retorts playfully. "it's in the fine print of the relationship contract."

the two of you share some heartfelt laughter as you find yourself snugging closer into his embrace, simply listening to his heartbeat and relishing the rise and fall of his chest. you feel him press more kisses to the top of your head and to your temple.

"what do you say i cook your favourite meal tonight?"

his words makes your face rise up. "really? you'd do that for me?"

jun cheekily smiles, letting a hand roam thru your strands. "i can't be neglecting your hunger, baby. you deserve it. and i know you're starving."

it's almost as if he could read your mind. grinning, you lay your head back down on his chest contentedly. "after some cuddles?"

gosh, how could he say no to you? he can't resist you. ever.

"after some cuddles," he murmurs, and lets his eyes flutter close.

[catmansquad]

Comfort (P4)

The Finale. Feeding a hungry Incubus. Incubus!Miguel x M!Reader

‘Tell me your thoughts…’ Miguel’s words were a whispered breath, ghosting across your own lips. All aspects of his inhuman nature had returned. You could feel his tail wrapped firmly around your waist as you lay sprawled across his broad chest, he was very warm and you could feel just how eager he was, pressing against you. ‘Tell me your dreams, your desires… Let me make them come alive… Treat me well, and I will treat you so much better…’ You nipped softly on his lower lip, to tease, and the rumbling growl that echoed in his chest made your heart race harder. One of his clawed hands ran softly through your hair, down your neck and along your spine. His very touch stirred warmth in you, and a shivering breath tore itself from you. There was no getting around the inevitability of where this would end up. Miguel was hungering, and you could only feed him with the primal carnality he demanded. No amount of snuggling together on the sofa or deep confessions of love were going to sate his hunger- ‘You’re afraid of me...? Or… What you have to do…?’ His hungry gaze softened. ‘If you don’t want to, I understand. I can go out into the world and… But your heart beats so fast, your very energy tugs towards me, and I had hoped so much to be able to be with the man I have grown very fond of.’

You swallowed at his reading, the truth of it could not be ignored. As much as you wanted to ask him to have you on every flat surface in the house, you would give him more than a simple feeding- you wanted to give him a whole feast to devour. But some part of your brain screeched in terror and hesitation. Perhaps it had been the ones who had mocked you, for preferring the company of men, perhaps it was the expectations of society- Miguel’s eyes were flitting over your face again, his other hand cupping the back of your head as a soft whine escaped him. ‘I can feel it; don’t worry. I’m not a monster.’ You felt him shift underneath you, adjusting his posture to get comfortable. In doing so, he moved your entire weight effortlessly, and you blushed at how hard he was pressing up into you. ‘So… I need to help you relax, mm?’ He blew a soft kiss before winking slyly. ‘Te amo… Te amo, mi cariño...’ He let his voice slip into a low purr as he spoke, his tone soft and soothing, the soft stroke of his fingers along your back and through your hair. He made the tension melt out of you, set your fears at ease. ‘Sex isn’t just about chasing the end. It’s so much more than that… It’s about sharing passion, energy, and love. Two people coming together in utter adoration for each other, exploring limits and finding the power of beauty and pass-…’ He paused, gaze flicking in thought as he hummed and looked back to you. ‘… Ughhh… I’m starting to sound like Gabri, beauty and all…’ He stroked a hand through your hair, smiling enough to allow his fangs to peep out. ‘You’re smiling and you’ve melted on me like butter on a frying pan. So, what do you say I make you melt in bed and we can explore that passion and energy sharing together….?’ He pushed himself up with one hand, leaving you in his lap and leaned in enough to draw you into a deep kiss, you whimpered into his mouth as his other hand ran further down your spine, slipping beneath leggings to grope at your ass. His clawed nails vanished as he curled one finger inside you, crooking hard enough that you bucked up into him with a loud whine. ‘M-Miguellll!’ ‘Oh, you’ll call my name just like that, and more…’ His grin was as sharp as his teeth, he picked you up with one arm supporting your back. You clung to him like a koala clinging to an exceptionally tall, buff, and warm tree as he carried you to the bedroom.

He lowered you gently down onto your bed, pressing soft kisses all across your face, untangling your limbs from around him with gentle tugs. ‘This is where you can tell me what you want; any requests… If you want me to be mean, I’ll throw you on the floor and tell you to suck my cock… Or, whatever kinks you have. Call me “Daddy”, demand to get choked, ask to feel my muscles, plead to get fucked so hard you’ll feel like your soul wants to leave your body…’ One hand gestured in reeling circles as he spoke, listing it off almost at random. His gaze fell on you again, drinking in your heavily breathing body and that sharp blush on your cheeks. He licked slowly across his teeth, one corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. ‘… Oh, did I hit a few keynotes there? It’s almost like I can read you like a book…’ His eyebrows wiggled in playful mirth, and you wanted to turn into the bedding to cover up your own embarrassment. It was impossible to hide anything for an entity that could read your emotions and desires. ‘So, having said that… Tell me if you’ve got any special requests.’   He followed your gaze, glancing over his shoulder and turning to face the familiar poster on the wall of your favourite Superhero. You noticed his tail droop softly at the end, but you didn’t see him close his eyes, or hear the soft sigh that escaped him. Miguel still felt his recollections clear in his heart and head, he would still have to play the part- if only for you. He was too madly smitten with you to refuse, and his hunger was going to make him feral. If he let happen, it wouldn’t be a pleasing experience for either of you… He would take his own pleasure from you by force, and you’d probably end up a crying, screaming, traumatized wreck. That would do more than break his heart. He put the smirk back on his face, glancing over his shoulder at you as his tail swished. For you, he’d do it. For you, he’d do anything to win your heart. ‘Ohhh… You want that? Heheh… See, cariño, I don’t think you want it badly enough…’ ‘P-please, Miguel!’ You blurted out before catching yourself, realizing just how desperate you had sounded. He tutted playfully, waggling one clawed finger in a taunting gesture. ‘…. Please, Miguel?’ ‘Heh… Alright. So, if you strip for me, I’m going to get into character… and thank my brother for looking out for us both…’ He gave another charming wink before stepping out. Your gaze lingered on the empty doorway for a time before gulping and struggling out of your clothing, piece by piece, as if you couldn’t get rid of it fast enough.

You sat upright as the small paper bag was flung into the room, landing at the foot of the bed. Your curiousity was peaked, and you squirmed around, resting on your chest to peer inside. Your eyes went wide at the sight of a bottle of strawberry-scented lube and several packs of condoms of a specifically large size. You swallowed thickly at the sight, proportional indeed… ‘… Thanks, Gabe…’ You muttered under your breath, making a mental note to buy Miguel’s little brother something nice… If you survived the coming night. You don’t know when Miguel returned, but you yelped at the huge, gloved hand that slapped your ass sharply. ‘I hope you like strawberries…’ ‘M-Miguel…!’ You dropped the bottle, glancing back over your shoulder to find him dressed head to toe in the familiar attire of the web-slinging Superhero. ‘Yeah, that’s me.’ He folded his thick arms and pushed his chest out, the expressive mask narrowed as he widened his stance slowly. ‘When you’ve finished going through what we’ll need for the night- thanks, Gabri…. Ahem!… You want to explain exactly why I’m being kept from my duties as a Superhero? You had better have a shocking good reason.’ ‘I… I, uh… um…’ Your brain suddenly didn’t want to work properly for exactly how flawlessly Miguel had stepped into character. You saw his shoulders rise and fall as he drew a deep breath, moving to rest his hands on his hips, head titled to the side. ‘Use your words. Speak to me. Or would you prefer I just go and leave you to your own devices?’ ‘N-no, Miguel! I… I want to show you my gratitude!’ At your desperate plea, he paused. It didn’t feel like an act anymore, his entire demeanour felt completely genuine, utterly convincing. You were butt naked in a room with Spider-man 2099. ‘Really? I’m always willing to accept shows of gratitude. So, tell me; how will this grateful citizen show his gratitude to me?’ ‘… You can fuck me. I’ll ride you… I’ll rub down your sore muscles…’ You were too embarrassed by how needy you sounded. Miguel chuckled huskily behind the mask. ‘What makes you think I’m interested in you like that?’ ‘… How about the huge freakin’ erection I can see tenting your suit?’ The growl he gave in response to your question made all the blood flee your brain and flood straight south.

(Explicit Smut was here. It's gone to A03 now.)

The golden rays of the dawn were starting to break over the pink skies of the horizon, slipping through the gap your curtains. You were lost in bliss, bodies slick with sweat, cherishing sweet kisses and loving touches as you slowly rode the Incubus, hearing his breathy moans and feeling his fangs scrape across your skin, soothed by tender licks. You had lost count of how many times Miguel had brought you into utter ecstasy, and now you lived in a haze of pleasure. The outside world might as well not exist, you were going to drift away if you let go of Miguel. When he kissed your collar bone, you leaned in to run a hand through the sweaty mess of his hair and nip on the slightly pointed tip of one ear. ‘…. Muy bien… This is love. This is beauty…’ ‘I love you, Miguel… You’re amazing…’ You felt him buck up into you desperately, another soft groan leaving his lips before he finally settled, laying you both down into the tangled bedsheets, one hand stroking your face. His expression was one of gentle adoration. ‘… Did we find your limit, Mig…?’ You were struggling to keep your eyes open, hands taking the one that he held out. You felt exhausted and utterly content. ‘My limit? Hmph… You assume I have a limit. This is for your benefit.’ Despite his words, he forced back a yawn and shuffled himself closer, his tail draping lazily over your waist. ‘I’ll look after you… tomorrow…’ ‘It is tomorrow. We’ve… been going all night…’ ‘Sh-shh… Your Superhero says sleep now…’

Miguel had tried his best to take care of you properly, it was early afternoon when you both awoke. He had carried you to the shower, and you had given him too many little glares for his attempt to get steamy under the hot spray. You’d never smell strawberries and feel the same away again after last night. You had rested on the sofa as Miguel had somehow managed to assemble lunch for you, but you were forced to limp your way across the room when the washing machine had stumped him completely. ‘You’re looking at me like I’m an idiot.’ ‘No, I’m not.’ With a click, you stared the cycle, the filthy bedsheets began their wash. ‘I’m not an idiot. I’m not human.’ Once again, you realized that Miguel was slipping into his moody state once again. ‘Miguel, I’m not calling the man I love an idiot. I’m sure you’re very clever.’ ‘Exactly! I’m not an idiot, I have… different knowledge. So what if I don’t know how to work all these machines- I think the Kama Sutra is for amateurs, I probably know your body better than you do- you know, I could teach you things about your physical and energy bodies that could…’ He cut himself off into a heavy sigh, head hung low. You eventually relented and hugged him close, stroking across his back, burying your face into the familiar softness of that white hoodie, and sighing contentedly. ‘… Te amo.’ ‘I know, Miguel.. I know… I love you, too, my wonderful boyfriend.’ His tail swished with delight, then softly moved to wrap around your hands, tying them together. Miguel could forget his pains, and his troubles, he was loved, and he was more than happy. For Incubi, true love was worth the risk of heartbreak.

(That's it. That's the end. This part was originally supposed to take place earlier, and in the morning, Reader would wake up to find they were sharing a bed with Miguel and Gabriel, just snuggling. But I decided that Gabri would turn up to cause further havoc at dinner instead.)

[i-like-anything-water]

I seriously cannot get this out of my head and l NEED to tell sameone ughhh ok ok

Image shinobu and mitsuri have kids and one of them looks exactly like shinobu but male, his the eldest and l just can't stop thinking of mitsuri gushing over and saying how handsome he is and how much he looks like shinobu

He wants to be a doctor too and inspires to be just like he's mom (aka shinobu) and with the lack of mitsuri features he makes up for it for he's personality. People never expect him to be so bubbly. 😭😭😭

(this is the art that started it all bwuahaha but seriously tho this art of shinobu genderbend even makes my gay heart flatter)

hello!

That's cuuuttteeee. They'd definitely be the best parents. Shinobu would be so proud of him and a little bit smug that he'd chosen to pursue medicine. Mitsuri would definitely gush how her son and wife look so similar which makes both Shinobu and Shinobu Jr. blush in embarrassment.

While he prefers medicine, he's always helping his mom Mitsuri in the kitchen! 'It's like an introduction to chemistry' he would explain when he's asked. Shinobu just watches in amusement and adoration as she watches her family make meals and wonders how lucky she is.

His hobbies would probably include reading and painting. He also does his siblings hairstyles and would definitely be the overprotective type. He's not afraid to cry or stand up to people.

His uncles are very supportive as well. Tengen said he'd be famous with the ladies (Shinobu had chased him with a spatula after this), Renguko would commend him for choosing to help people, Gyomei would smile softly and give him pats on the head along with encouragement, Obanai would offer to teach him anything about snakes and poison (He became a close friend to the Kanroji-Kochos), Giyuu is his cool uncle, surprise surprise. Being Shinobu's (against his will lovingly) best friend, he treats him close to his own kid as well. Muichiro would be the youngest and they'd play video games until Shinobu or Mitsuri tells them to sleep. Tanjiro and Co would definitely be the fun uncles and aunts that would spoil him (and his siblings of course!) rotten with gifts.

During his first day of med school, the whole family helps him move in his dorm. Shinobu would usher him to a quiet place as Mitsuri and the others finished setting up. Shinobu pulls out a butterfly pin but it's a dark navy blue. "Here," she'd say, "something to remind you of us when everything seems too much. I'm proud of you, sweetheart." He wears it everywhere with a smile.

Thank you for the ask! I hope this wasn't too cringe or long xD

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Curtis has that delightful intensity that confirms for you that he's not playing. He wants you. All of you.

Ughhh but he uses that so well too. He treats you so softly but it so adamant. And he's not afraid to throw it back at you. "Don't I treat you nice? So why are you hurting me?"

[ynandfics]

IMAGINE:

Regulus and Remus had always had a unique friendship once they met after the marauders bumped into his circle one day during a plan for a new prank on Snape.

“Ughhh why’d we have to bump into these snakes” Sirius mumbled softly, which was very unlike his usual boisterous character until you saw on the opposing side was a smaller male who looked identical to him.

“Hello brother, Gryffindor treating you okay?” The remark from the younger Slytherin brother snarled at Sirius.

“Plenty better than I suppose your house and the family do” Sirius referred to the Noble House of Black like it was gum on his shoe. Annoying.

“Oh no, you see…at least our parents like me better than you now. I’m no longer the spare, I am the Heir” Barty Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier looked nervously between themselves before grabbing the back of Regulus’ robes to stop him from possibly cause physical harm to his brother.

“Like I care, you’ll probably turn out like they did, another circle of inbreeds…..at least I have other people in my house who want me” Sirius smirked at his little brother.

“You know I would touch our cousins with a ten foot pole, especially Bella” his face contorted slowly at the thought of his cousin’s.

“I at least agree with that. But isn’t Lucius and Narcissa together…and Adromedea with that Muggle boy Ted?” Sirius eyebrow raised.

“Yes, and their parents and our’s don’t like that…especially with the Muggle” The two groups had let go of their respective brothers as the boys stopped be volitile to each other.

“So does this mean the fight is over?” James said in the background.

“I think so” Evan said beside Regulus.

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“So have you actually studied? Or you just saying that so you can see James.” Remus stated, standing in front of the table in the library which held the Slytherin boy and all his homework.

“No I’m actually studying, but James could come in at any moment from one of those pranks or Quidditch and I’ll be here on my own.” Regulus said whilst turning the page of his potions book.

“I wouldn’t put it for him to come here, I think you should head up to the tower if you even want to catch him. You should know your boyfriend by now.” Remus decided to sit across from the younger Black brother.

“Yes, and I suppose you’re off to to the same considering my own brother?” Regulus raised his eyebrow as the lycanthrope.

“Well that’s true. I mean I also do live there technically, considering the orphanage doesn’t want me back” the young and scarred boy laughed.

“That’s probably another reason Sirius doesn’t come home anymore.” Regulus smiled, thinking of the freedom his brother had over Christmas.

“Well, there’s more to that than just me I hope. He’s been talking about trying to get you out of the house, cause you don’t need the family drama either- especially if you’re dating James” Remus looked at the boy as they started walking towards the Gryffindor tower.

“Yeah James has tried to get me to meet his parents for ages, my parents won’t allow it though.” Regulus looked down at his feet.

“Trust me, those two don’t have brains when you put them together. I’ll get a way that Sirius can get you out of Grimmauld and get you to James without leaving the trail straight to his parents house.

“Okay Remus, we can try over summer but don’t think my parents haven’t put more protection charms over the house since the last time they tried to get me out” the younger boy informed Remus of more obstacles which needed to be considered when getting Regulus out.

“Well as James says “we’re the marauders, nothing can go wrong”. I think the statement could be wrong cause I’m never caught but oh well. Ok, here’s the tower” Remus looked up at the painting which would let them into the common room.

[mythursday-contentsforher]

We're sitting on the bed, casually talking about our lives, laughing and smiling at each other. Then—

You grabbed my face and kiss me tenderly, then you keep caressing my face.

"Love, what is it?" I asked

"Nothing love, it's just, I think I'm lucky to have you."

"Why is that, love?"

"Cause you're being careful with me, when we fight, you don't want to say hurtful words, and when we make love, you're so gentle with me."

Then I grab your waist and said to you,

"Because I want to treat you right, treat you better, because I love you so much"

Then slowly, I let you sit on my lap, your back facing me, then I gently kiss your neck, whispering,

"'Cause, you must be treated right and treated like a queen, love."

Then I begin to kiss your neck, your name, and your shoulders, as I slowly insert my hands on your shirt, caressing your stomach, then gently fondling your boobs.

"Love..."

"No matter how crazy I am to make you happy, I won't hurt you with my love..."

I gently squeeze your boobs, applying the right amount of pressure, so I won't hurt you while fondling them.

"Love...your touches..."

"You're so soft, love..."

Then I keep fondling your boobs, then I played with your nipples with my fingers, giving them a light pinch, then I keep squeezing them but softly.

"Ughhhh. Love...."

I took off your shirt and continue fondling your boobs, making you feel so warm, as I keep kissing your neck, making you hot.

"Oh, love..."

"Hmm, let's see down here"

I slide my other hand in between your thighs, to feel your warmth. And slowly, you're getting wet.

"Love... Do you want me?"

"Yes...please..love..."

Then still in that position, I start caressing and rubbing your clit, making you breathe deeply, and putting pressure to make you feel hotter.

"Love... Ughhh"

I continue fondling your boobs with my other hand, as I feel you're beginning to gush on my thighs, making me smile...

"Love... I love you... Let me love you so gently.."

Then I insert my fingers inside, making you gasp, as you're getting hotter and hotter, then I ask you to kneel on the bed, with your head on the pillows, and I then I kiss your back, then I insert my fingers again and you moan.

"Love... Mmmmm.. ugh."

I keep fingering you as you get even wetter and then—

I went under you, and I pulled you to sit on me, as I begin to use my tongue to tease your clit....

"Ughhhh.. love.."

I hold your hips as you move against my lips, feeling my tongue pleasing you, feeling me sucking and kissing you down there.

You keep moving and grinding on me as I continue sucking and inserting my tongue, making you so much hotter.

"Mmmmmmmm." 

As I keep going and going, doing it faster yet gently.

"Ughhhh. Love... Love...."

You came a few times but I keep going, I keep eating you until you can't take it anymore...

"Love... I can't take it anymore... Ughhh ... I'm going to come again!"

And then you let it out on my lips, filling my mouth and making me lick you more and more...

Then you lay down on my chest and catch your breathing...

"I love you, love.."

"I love you more, my love."

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

Rabbits fucking all the time. Dom Bunny! Shigaraki x sub chubby human fem! Reader smut

Author: been having brainrot over bunny shiggy and want him to breed me so much ughhh💦💦

Warings: rough sex, breeding kink, creampie, belly bugle, body worship! Possessive! tomura. Mention of masturbation.

You were on a casual walk on this nice warm morning, you were walking by few stores. You see an all hybrids store, decided go in and check it out.

People would go in to buy them as pets or have relationships with them since they're half human but is it weird to love someone or something. You hum softly looking at the different hybrids until you go to the bunny section, there was different type of bunny hybrids until you saw one that's was all by himself.

He's had short shaggy blue hair, his ears were drooping a bit, his body is very skinny then the others but you felt like you gotta have him, he's looks so adorable and you need some companion.

You quickly brought him and some foods, water, treats and little pen for him to sleep in, you spend so much on that day..

As soon as you bring him home, it's was interesting to say the least.. Couple of days tomura was a very grumpy bunny that's wants nothing to do with you, you would try to bring treats or play toys with him but He's would always move away or just ignore you.

You signed heavy maybe he's pretty difficult to work with or so you though.

One day you were busy cleaning the whole house since tomura being a nasty little bun making a mess and pissing on the floors, you were bending down cleaning the floor.. You didn't realize tomura was behind you drooling, his vermillion eyes were wided by how pump your ass is and couldn't help getting a hard on.

He's quickly hide somewhere to go masturbate over the thoughts of you and now he's want more.

It's starting off little things, you would notice more piss stains and other body fluids, tomura casually caress his whole body to you and rub his scent... Hell he's got so upset when you bring your guy friends over and he's had enough! You're were his not anybody's else.

You notice the way he's looking at you ready to pounce at any moment, you also notice he's been getting pretty lean muscles and getting healthy since you first got him, you would always spoil him with good food and make him do exercise.

You were laying on the bed late at night playing with your toys and tomura had enough of hearing your sad whimpers and crys for more.

Tomura get out of his room goes to your room and he's quietly open it.. You were so beautiful laying there with your dildo inside your cunt moving your hand at a fast pace. Tomura goes in and you didn't hear him, you were too lost in your own world. He's grab your wrist making you stop immediately, you bite your lips and whimper softly.

" let's me take care of you baby. " He's remove the toy out of you, move most of the toys off the floor. His whole body dip on the bed, laying top of you. His cock was poking out of his soft fur, your eyes wided by how huge he really is.

He's push your thighs wide, grab his grithy cock to tap your sensitive clit costing you to whine out. He's caressing your body a bit and watch your body reaction so beautifully with his touch. " please... Fuck me tomu~. " you don't have to tell him twice, he's grab his rock hard cock and slid inside your sweet velvet walls and begin moving his hips fast lucky you're were nice and soaked before this, He's grab your hips making it slammed on himself, your moan and high pitch whines were getting very loud each seconds.

The wet lewd sounds were turning you on more and grab his lean shoulders, your hooded eyes watching his face, he's looks so pretty cover in sweats, eyes closed and mouth in o shape.. His groan and moans were everything. You were loving every seconds of it.

Wrapping around his waist areas and pull his head close and whisper." Please... God-! Tomura please~! B-breed me, I wanna feel you more. " something triggered in him as he's move up to look at you, you couldn't see his red orbs, it's was pure jet black.

" careful with your words... Princess. " He's move his hips at inhuman speed, you gridded his back, there was red scratch mark all over when he's pounding into your cunt.

Both your high was getting close and feel like you're close to your end.

You moan out his name, your walls was milking him, he's grunt loving the feeling and cums inside, you and him were too tired to move so you fall asleep.

The next few days has been you getting bend over or having tomura put you crazy positions and go all crazy in every spot in the house. Your whole day was spend with you being fill to the rim with his heavy load, you would notice how your belly was bulging out more just by tomura putting more cum inside your pussy.

You sobs out having tomura push your back down more and wrecking your beat pussy, your back was arch and ass up on the couch.

Your crys and mewls were music to his ears, he's couldn't help but feel proud for himself making you feel this good. His hips stiff up to dump his cream inside your pussy again.

There were moments when tomura get really affectionate and just body worship you more, he's loves to caress your belly and your pump thighs.

But don't worry tomura always make sure you're being take care of with lot of aftercare and belly rubs.

[prettypinkpuddles]

Secret Picnic Date

𝔸/ℕ- 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕀𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖! 𝕐/ℕ 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕔

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤- 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕜𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕫 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥/𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕤𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕠 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘- 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥...

‘‘Where are you taking me?’’ you giggled as you stumbled over a dip in the road. Ayato held you by your left hand as he guided you to your surprise.

he told you it was a secret that he put together himself so you were really excited to see it. soon he stopped you and let you open your eyes and there it was. a small, quaint setup; a blanket, a picnic basket and a few cushions. the scenery overlooked a beautiful landscape of the rest of the world, you could even see the Jade Chamber. you gasped in astonishment, the sky burning a color that resembled a perfect peach cobbler.

“I remembered you told me about your travels to Monstadt, Liyue and Sumeru before coming back here, so i wanted to give you a view that would show them.” he said with a timid smile on his face. you grabbed his hand and urged him to sit down so you could eat. he opened the basket and picked up a bunch of dishes, from his specially made shrimp tempura, a few dishes from Monstadt and Sumeru, along with your favorite, bamboo shoot soup. (i personally like it, as i’ve tasted it’s irl counterpart)

“Thoma helped me make the hash browns and Ayaka contributed to the pizza… and i asked Aether to help with the other dishes. i didn’t wanna disappoint..”

you looked at him and saw how truly nervous he was right now, his cheeks were topped with a rosy cloud, his eyes weren’t meeting yours, he was playing with the hem of his gloves and his voice wasn’t as confident as he usually was. you grinned and reached for his left hand, ripping an audible gasp for him. he looked away from you, quickly avoiding your serene gaze, the rosy color on his face spreading like a romantic infection.

“just calm down, Ayato….” you held onto your bowl of soup. “i love this, this is perfect, i can see everything, but i can see you. this is perfect, so let’s just enjoy what you made by yourself.”

he took a deep breath and calmed himself, squeezing your hand and putting on a sweet smile. the two of you finished your picnic as he talked about all his commissioner duties and how strange it was for him to be treated like a prince in some way. you managed to finish your share of the food quicker, immediately deciding to occupy yourself with styling his hair. you put it into a set of braids to give it a crimped or curled look, then as you undid then you put some on his shoulder as he usually did. you giggled and kissed his cheek when you finished, he flashed you a smile and began packing the dishes away. you two began to walk back to the Kamisato estate, Ayato dropping off the basket and saying hello to some of the workers while you stayed behind a wall to stay hidden.

as lovely as it was to be the girlfriend of the Yashiro Comissoner, for now it was a secret, even from his sister….

“ughhh- i hate walking up this mountain…” you groaned as the two of you finally reached the Grand Narukami Shrine. Ayato chuckled at your comment, taking your hand and leading you to the Sacred Sakura tree.

“it’s so quiet… you think we should-!” you paused as you felt Ayato pull himself into you. you grinned, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. his arm wove themselves into a scarf for your neck, the wind softly billowing. a few sakura petal were plucked from the branches of the trees, finding their way into your and his hair. he took hold of your swaying locs, seeing how the sakura would get entangled with the billowing hair.

“my, my….. what do we have here?”

you recognized that voice, even if you were drunk from Snezhnayan alcohol, you’d know that voice. you froze, almost eliciting a squeak of surprise. the sound of heels hitting wood, made you go numb, the intense presence you felt from your left was so strong you wanted to collapse.

“Guuji Yae…” Ayato looked at the pink haired kitsune, a sly smile pulled onto her pink lips. she stepped toward the two of you; her ears bouncing with each step she took.

“who would’ve thought…. the Yashiro Commissioner and a mere traveling girl… intriguing, oh so intriguing.” she took a step toward you, drinking your form in.

“L-Lady Guuji…” you couldn’t even get the words out, “please don’t-!”

she stopped you and looked up at Ayato. “what a cute one, i must say. but why not tell the rest?” she waved to the rest of Inazuma. “is it because you’re scared of the backlash? or… ashamed…?”

You knew good and well she was just trying to get under Ayato’s skin and start a bit of drama. she always did that, it’s all she wanted, you weren’t really all that important to her, as she is thousands of years old so you’re just entertainment to her for this current century…. which made you pissed.

“not true!” you puffed. “Ayato is honest and genuine with me, he cares about me, he doesn’t want the people’s negativity to affect me so he’d just avoid it all together! you can’t control the peoples’ words, especially with someone like you influencing people every chance you get!”

you took a step every few words, growing closer to the tree; pushing Miko back toward the plant. you hadn’t even realized you were making tiny spikes with each step you took. you stared right into the violet spheres of Miko, anger burning from each of your cells. you had no idea you could get so mad, especially at Lady Yae. you wanted to hit her, to slam a rock right into her smug face. but… she wanted you to get angry, to tell her off, just for the fun of it.

“Y/N.”

you turned around, feeling a hand on your wrist. you turned to see soft blue hair, a pair of azure eyes looking at you. your muscles relaxed and you lower the hand you didn’t know was raised. in lowering it, you heard a deep rumble, making Miko giggle. you turned and walked away, keeping yourself from responding to any of her comments.

“don’t let her get to you.”

you looked at Ayato, a burning and itchy feeling crawling it’s way on your face. he chuckled and pulled your head towards his, placing a simple kiss on your lips. you were sure you looked like a complete ditz, but the laugh he gave and the abundance of kisses he was smothering you with, you felt like you looked not so ditzy.

oh and here’s the view from the picnic, i circled the jade chamber for you guys

[floralb0t]

hiiii 11.

11. "I know it's 2 in the morning, but do you want to..."

This got a little away from me! woops! 3.1k words, Established Miragehound; Proposals; SFW AO3 link // Prompt list link (if you want to pick your own!)

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“Hey… So I know it’s 2 in the morning -”

“Mhm.”

“But do you wanna go stargazing?” Elliott tucked his phone between his ear and his shoulder and went back to flipping up chairs. “It’s okay if you don’t want to like get up at all, I can swing by in the car and we can just drive out somewhere dark. And you’ve got at least fifteen minutes - I’m just finishing up cleaning the bar.”

Bloodhound blearily cut in, sleep audible in their voice. “Why … why do you want to go stargazing?”

“Uh, Babe, have you ever looked up? The stars are pretty! Do I need to have anything more than that?” He put up the last stool and turned to look over the rest of the bar, just confirm there wasn’t anything left. “C’mon, I’ll even carry you out to just the balcony if I have to.”

The bar was empty, silent, and well ordered. And bright. After so many hours in the low light, it was always a little strange to see everything lit so well.

Bloodhound yawned. “Someone flirted with you, didn’t they?”

The accusation wasn’t what he was expecting, and it made Elliott drop the phone. He mumbled a few curses to himself as he picked it back up. “You still there? Sorry, uh, I  - the phone slipped.”

“You were flirted with, yes?”

He thought back several hours or so to the man who had come in, claiming to be an astronomer, with pretty eyes and a nice smile. “…No? Why would you think that, ha ha?”

Who even tries hitting on the bartender these days?

“Ellie, my heart. I know you. You only act like this when someone has…” they trailed off, no doubt trying to think of the words. Bloodhound always had a little more trouble with it when they had just woken up. “When someone has made a move on you. Did someone try to invite you to look at the stars with them?”

Elliott sighed, caught. “N-no. They tried to use it as a pickup line.”

The sound of their sleepy laughter came through softly. It was low from sleep and it was beautiful. “Elliot, you know you have nothing to fear from me. Even if you did indulge a little flirting with a patron, I would not be upset.”

“Yeah, but I would be, and I’m the one they keep trying to flirt with!” He walked back over to the counter, switching his phone to speaker mode and then setting it down so he could finish cleaning up. “Everyone listens to the media when you say you’re interested but as soon as you tell a reporter you’re off the market, everybody becomes illegible. Illi. Ill. Whatever. Can’t read anymore.”

Bloodhound laughed louder. “Can you blame them? We all agree you’re irresistible. And the word you were looking for was ‘Illiterate’.”

He threw the rag he had into the sink. “Well they need to start resisting! Ughhh. It’s just - it’s so frustrating!”

If Elliott wasn’t so precious with his hair, he’d be tearing it out with how the media treated his taken status. The fact he wasn’t public with the details was likely making them go through all the same emotions but it wasn’t their business to begin with! If he wanted to be private with it then everyone else should just buck up, accept he wasn’t going to be there for stranger’s entertainment anymore. At least, not outside of the ring. Or the bar. They could still come be patrons all he wanted. And support his bids for champion. The constant documentation of his love life was over though!

Honestly, did he need to start wearing a fucking ring to make them all accept he was serious about it?

He would! He had one all ready to go!

“Would it make you feel better if I agreed to go stargazing with you?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Yes?”

The bed squeaked loud enough that he could hear it. Bloodhound getting up, no doubt. “Then fine. If it is so important, I will get dressed again.”

Elliott took a deep breath to try and calm himself, especially since Bloodhound was giving in. “You know, if it means anything, the guy mentioned something kinda cool. Apparently there’s a meteor shower starting soon?”

“Hm. I suppose that would make it worth it. That and your peace of mind, my heart.”

“Th-thanks.” Even after almost two years together, hearing them say things like that made him melt. Elliott took another deep breath. “Okay, I’ve just got to lock up now, I’ll swing by the complex in a few?”

“Do not hang up, please. I want to know how far away you are.”

It was his turn to chuckle a little. “Are you sure, Piersică? You know exactly how far away I am.”

Calls like this happened often enough, they would have his time and route home memorized.

“I am sure.”

There was the sound of Arthur being woken up in the background. They were moving around then, in the kitchen or in the living room.

He appreciated being able to tell where they were, in the same way they always asked him to stay on the line.

It functioned as proof that he knew them, that Elliott had been allowed into the very private world of Bloodhound, and that he had been there for long enough to recognize things like that. It had started with just a few matches where they had done exceptionally well when paired together. Elliott of course had already been enticed in by the mystery of their whole … everything, really.

But he was a fickle sort. When his first few attempts at flirting didn’t go well, he had put it out of his mind as a possibility. But after the third time they had won when paired together, they seemed to open up to him a little. At the very least, conversations didn’t feel like pulling teeth anymore.

“Hey, Babe. I’m locking the front door now, so you know.”

“Did you remember to close that window in the loft?” They yawned again. “I don’t wish to have you get home an hour late tomorrow because you had to stay and clean after a stray songbird. Or a bat.”

He groaned as he pulled his key back out so he could go up and check. “I know you’re right and it was probably a bat. But I don’t like thinking about it! They’re just a little creepy!”

“If Mara heard you say that…” Bloodhound trailed off, a teasing tone in their voice.

“Hey! C’mon, have a little mercy! It’s two in the morning!”

"Are you going to go check?"

The jingle of the door opening rang out loud enough he's almost certain they would have heard it, even with his phone still on speaker mode. He raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his phone to see if they'd comment on it. Nothing.

"Yeah, I'm on my way back up." He sighed. "You know, I was trying to make this fast, right, Baby?"

Bloodhound sighed. "I have already decided to skip training with Walter in the morning."

Elliott tucked his keys back into his pocket and made his way through the bar's back rooms to the staircase to the loft. "Oh, so I can keep you up alllll night then?"

Bloodhound laughed loudly enough that Artur seemed to wake up again. "No, no! I'm only making tea! I refuse to make coffee at 2 am for you, Elliott!"

He whined jokingly. The sound was eerily similar to the sound made by the loft's door being forced open as well. It made them laugh again, a sound he always appreciated.

The loft was a nice little place. When the Paradise was still under the ownership of some far off relative of Elliott's father, it had been used as a home. And when the bank took ownership for compensation, it then sat neglected. Elliott had been allowed to buy back the building with money left to them as his own compensation for the presumed deaths, and moved in right away.

Even now, with his joint apartment with Bloodhound a few years lived in, he still kept this place in good condition. It was a nice place to hang out when they needed some space from each other for one reason or another, and a good place for when he didn’t feel safe to drive home after closing the bar. That one happened more than expected, but it was almost never because he’d drank too much. That habit had been almost entirely kicked. Instead the late nights felt like they were getting ever later and later even if the clock never said anything higher than 3:30.

Plus it was a great place to hide things that weren’t for Bloodhound’s eyes.

His eyes were not looking to check for an open window, they were stuck on a little box he’d left on the counter were he would not loose it.

“Hey babe?”

“Mm?”

“How much tea did you make for yourself?”

They laughed. “If you’re asking that, then not enough. Whatever it is, it can surely wait for morning.”

He grabbed the box anyways.

“Hurry up and check that window, Elliott. I do wish to make it back to bed tonight. You should too.”

The box in his pocket felt like it was spreading heat from whatever it was touching, his palm when he held it, and then his thigh when it was stuffed in his pants pocket. It made him feel jittery, like after chugging an energy drink.

Elliott had bought it two months earlier, during the last off season time. Bloodhound had gone back to Talos to visit clansmen and distant family. And no doubt sabotage more Hammond machines on the planet. Elliott hadn’t minded at all, and he’d even taken a little bit of time off to join them, but while he was alone, he’d gone out searching for this.

…

What had he been up here for originally again?

A night breeze hit him, chilling him to the core, and that was enough reminder.

“So, the screen was in this time. But yeah, the window was open.”

“If a bird or a bat tried flying in accidentally, they would take out that screen easily. I know you would have just secured it with tape again.” The clinking of a spoon in a mug was quiet and but present.

Elliott sighed and made his way back down and out to relock the front door. “One day I’ll get a real repairman up here. Eventually.”

“Eventually,” Bloodhound agreed.

The bar was a little weird when it was this empty. He hurried through it.

"Okay, there we go. Front door is locked again." Elliott stuffed his keys in his pocket. "You still awake over there? You've been pretty quite for a minute or two."

"Ive decided I may fall asleep on you. And I'm keeping the blanket on."

“Still drinking your tea?”

“I’ve finished it. I will not be making another one, Ellie. You should drive fast.”

Elliott climbed into his car while smiling to himself. “I’ll hurry, I’ll hurry. You got mad at me for running that red like, last year though.”

“And I will get mad if you do it again. But you should hurry all the same.” Bloodhound sounded like they were smiling.

He watched the lights, and his speedometer, and the road. It was a lot for his brain to focus on, especially with the background thoughts of “Holy shit am I … Am I doing it tonight?” constantly on loop.

“Just passing the pizza place. You know, the uh the - the-”

“I know which one.” Bloodhound yawned again. Seriously, they must have been a few minutes away from falling asleep. “I’ll come meet you downstairs, right away.”

“Can I hang up now?” Elliott glances down at the phone.

“Sure, Kærsti. See you soon.”

“I love you!” He said it maybe a little too excitedly, but they didn’t comment on it. All they responded with was a simple laugh and an “I love you” back.

He spent only a few minutes in silence in the car. The sound of tires on pavement was comforting, even as he slowed to get into the Legends complex through the gated entrance.

Bloodhound was waiting in the front entry to the building, wrapped up in a giant blanket. He snickered as they quickly ran out and pulled the car door open.

“Still a little sleepy?” He poked at the blanket and was pleasantly surprised to see it was the one from his side of the bed.

“My heart,” Bloodhound paused to yawn. “I am incredibly tired. But now you have me invested. Show me the stars?”

Elliott pulled his seat belt down enough to lean into Bloodhound’s space and pressed a kiss to their cheek. He left their respirator in place, content to wait for kisses back for when they would return home. “Hi. Thanks for being up.”

“Of course.” In response, Bloodhound bonked their forehead against his before he pulled back.

Although they remained wrapped in their stolen blanket, Bloodhound wormed a hand out to sit on the center console. An open invitation to hold his hand. Elliott took it in a heart beat.

He remembered the first time they had held hands. He also remembered a few times that didn't technically count as ‘holding hands’ but their hands were indeed holding one another. Things like being pulled upright by clasped hands or that one time they used thier connect hands to trip an unsuspecting Octane who tried blazing past their hiding spot.

No, the first time they had held hands for real was during an unfortunate match where a resupply malfunction meant that revive syringes weren’t working. He’d heard after the fact that DOC, Lifeline’s drone was still working perfectly. Him and every other poor sucker who had gotten sent down were down and out for the count.

Bloodhound had held his hand during what felt like the longest and most agonizing death he’d experienced yet.

The music on the radio was still playing softly and the lights along the roads were bright as he drove out of the city. If it wasn’t for their hand moving occasionally, in time with the beats of the song, he would almost think they’d fallen asleep again.

The little box in his pocket felt red hot.

Maybe they were right, maybe it could wait till morning. But there was something about the idea of doing it during a meteor shower that just felt … it felt right. Maybe they’d agree. He’d hold out hope at least.

The lights overhead the roads were got sparser and sparser, as well as the trees and the buildings.

He slowed the car slightly and leaned forward to catch sight of the sky. The headlights were a little too bright for him to really make sense of it, but it looked like there were streaks across it. Perfect.

Elliott pulled the car over on a turn to a side road and put it in park. “Wake up, Piersică. We’re here.“

Bloodhound murmured and whined a little wordlessly. He turned to look at them, and grinned at the sight. The weight of his eyes on them must have finally woken them entirely. The grin Elliott had been wearing softened some, and Bloodhound’s eyes crinkled in a smile of return.

“C’mon, lets get outside to see it.”

“Carry me?”

“Asking for favours now are we?” He unbuckled himself and opened the door to round the car. His voice echoed in a strange way across the empty area. “Really enjoying those favours huh? I’m gonna cash them in eventually.”

Bloodhound opened their door with the one free hand before pulling it back inside their blanket burrito. “You’re the one always trying to prove your strength against mine. Carry me, please?”

He shook his head slightly before picking them up and carrying them to the front of the car. Elliott set them down on the hood before leaning against it himself.

The sky above was bright, streaks of light passing overhead. He was looking up, watching in wonder, and Bloodhound was doing the same at his side. . The soft music from the radio changed songs behind them, and he glanced over at them.

Without the cap, their braids were visible. Because of their time sleeping before he called them, stray hairs were flying out at all angles. They looked stunning.

“Do you remember the first time I saw you without the whole uh, the whole get up?” He reached an arm around their waist to pull them tighter to him.

Bloodhound hmm’d and haw’d for a moment. “Walter’s strip poker night, I believe? Loba left there bare chested, if I remember correctly.”

Elliott chuckled. “Yeah. I mean I left there without a shirt either. But I was loosing on purpose.”

“You looked quite good that night.”

“Did you know that was the first time I said I love you?” He glanced up at the stars and then looked back down at them. "I was pretty sure you didn't hear it."

They turned quickly and stared at him. “What?”

“I got nervous! You looked so handsome! I’d never seen your face fully before!”

“We hadn’t even been on a date yet!” Bloodhound laughed and pushed at him through their blanket cocoon. “You are too much sometimes, silly man.”

“You think so?” He turned back up to the stars.

One song became another, and then another.

“Hey, Bloth. I know it’s 2 in the morning, but …” he pulled out the box out of his pocket, after a moment of struggle. “I have something for you.”

“What is that?” They looked down from the stars and reached for the velvet container. As soon as they touched it, they seemed to realize what Elliott was implying. They gasped slightly, and pushed at him again. “This is not what I am thinking it is. Right?”

He shrugged, smiling. “Open it. See for yourself.”

Bloodhound laughed, sounding the most awake they had all night. “You know I cannot see anything dark in the light like this.”

“I could grab a flashlight?”

“Elliott,” They pulled down their respirator and pressed a kiss to his cheek. There was just fondness in their eyes. “You wish to propose to me by flashlight?”

“…yes?” Elliott shrugged a little, looking at them with embarrassment.

Bloodhound laughed again. “No, no. Save it. Ask me in the morning. Ask me in bed for all I care, Kærsti.”

“Ask you in bed? You planning on sleeping in with me?”

Bloodhound laughed again. “Ask me in bed and know I will say yes. Now, drive me home and put me in that bed, please.”

Well okay. It had been 2 am. He pressed his lips to theirs one more time. At least he had gotten to go stargazing.

[the-fiction-witch]

Good Boy

MOVIE PHANTOM HALO

COUPLE SAMMY X READER

RATING SMUT AF

I smiled as I walked thought the empty dark streets of this run down neighborhood. I knew it so well, I knew were I could and couldn't walk and many of the people knew me now. I walked to the little house and spotted the window open, I fixed myself in the windshield of a car parked on the street. I had my little black combat boots, my black and purple striped thigh high socks, my little black dress with the chest cut out, my purple and black bralet hugging me closely, my hair perfect my makeup fine too, my backpack on as usual. I headed to the open window listening to the sounds inside of breathing and occasionally the tiny sounds of flicking he was reading, I could see his flashlights light casgading across his rooms walls. I smirked and climbed in the window he didn't even notice me so I spoke up

"Hey there comic boy" I smirked and he put the light to me jumping out his skin and almost out his bed almost having a heart attack 

"Y/n. You scared me half to death you crazy girl. Why didn't you say you where coming over tonight?" He asked clicking his light off hiding his comics away moving down the bed to sit on his knees as close to me as he could get without getting off the bed, in his little light blue and white striped boxer shorts and grey t shirt kneeling with his covers his hands between his legs on the sheets, his hair slightly falling in his eye 

"Because then you'd get all excited expecting me" I giggled moving the hair out his face and kissing his sweet lips he happily kissed back almost moaning 

"I missed you" he muttered into the kiss so I pulled back and smirked

"Yeah I missed you too Sammy" I smirked pushing him to lay on his bed he smiled giggling to himself a little innocently already getting excited I smirked and climbed over him sitting in his stomach letting him get a good look at me 

"You look beautiful" he smiled

"Thank you Sammy," I smiled "just because you compliment me doesn't mean I'll go any easier in you" I whispered kissing down his neck slightly biting when I could

"Ummmm I don't want you to mistress" he groans 

"Shhhh" I remind him 

"Sorry" he blushed "I can't help it when I…. Feel you against me mistress" he gasps running his hands up and down my back and wait caressing my dress feeling all over me "especially when it's been do long"

"Sammy we had a snuggle in your car just last week"

"I know. But that was just a quickie. I didn't really get my mistress playing with me did I?" He smirked his hands getting more grabby so I pinned his wrists to his pillow beside his head 

"That's enough of that Sammy" I smirked kissing down his neck leaving a hiki on his collar bone 

"Uughhh mistress!" He groans 

"Are your dad and becket home?" I asked as I kissed down his shirt 

"No, beckets uhh… out with miss rose. And I don't know where my dad is. Why?"

"So I know how loud your allowed to be."

"I'm sorry, I can't help being loud when… you treat me so good" he smirked as I reached the elastic if his boxers "ummmmm Uuummmm! Y/n!" He groans loudly rolling his head against his pillow already, his hard in already making itself known in his shorts 

"What do we say Sammy?" 

"Pretty please my mistress" he gasped 

"Good boy" I smirked pulling off his boxers to be faced with his rock hard erection 

"Hes missed his mistress… so badly"

"Has he now, well you know the rules"

"But- but - please" he whines 

"You know the rules Sammy" 

"Okay. Of it's all my evil mistress will give me tonight" he whines 

"What do we say?"

"Ummmm please, make me cum mistress" 

"Good boy. No touching and no screaming" I told him winking at him before moving and kissing his exposed prominent V making sure to stroke my fingers there too, he gasped quickly holding his pillow tightly his cock twitching egar with excitement, I ghosted my hand softly over his shaft which made him moan 

"Ughh" 

"Shhh" I remind him, stroking his shaft between my fingers, giving the head of his cock a little lick barely even a second

"Uuuughh…" 

"Shhh" I remind him again gently squeezing him

"Uuumm… " 

"Sammy" I warn 

"I- I'm sorry mistress. It just feels so good" 

"Quiet or else" I warn him he nodded so I continued to stroke his shaft in my hand watching him biting his mouth trying not to moan I smirked wanting to really be evil moving my hand to his base taking every inch of him in my mouth, he grabbed my hair in shock as I sucked hard. 

"Uuuughh! Uuuuhhhhh! Mistress! Mistress!" He screams squirming against his bed 

"Sammy!" I warn moving away and crossing my arms as I looked down at him

"What do you want me to do when you do that!" He whines 

"I warned you" I giggled getting my tie from my backpack he looked nervous but still excited I tried it around his wrists first keeping the small length between the knots behind his head so he had no way of fighting it, grabbing the other thing I wanted from my backpack he was unhappy but let me do it wrapped it around him and letting him slightly bite on the cloth to gag him and silence his uncontrollable moans. I gave his nose a kiss and returned to having all of him in my mouth, I was filed by the small noises I could hear his groaning and moaning under the gag, his hips moving squirming against the bed, the more I sucked, the more I moved I knew he was close he was practically shaking I loved pulling back and watching him as he suffered in need of me whenever I sucked I made sure to get a noise out of him before I stopped. I pulled back again letting him whine grinding his hips up in desperation I smiled giving him a little kiss as I took the gag away hearing his breathy desperate voice

"Uughhh uuuhhh! Please! Please mistress… I need you, please, please, I promise I'll be a good boy, just finish me mistress. I'm begging you" he whines 

"Will you be a good boy?" 

"I'll be the best boy ever"

"Alright then Sammy" I giggled pressing kisses up his shaft

"Uughhhhhhhhh… mistress" he gasps so I took his head in my mouth swirling my tongue around him "uuhh ughh! Mistress please I'll-" he groans so I took the rest of him in my mouth moving my head back a forth "ooohh yeah! Yes! Yes! Mistress please I'm gonna cum!" He screams moving his hips uncomfortably to hump my mouth as fast and hard as if he was fucking me "ughh ughhh mistress! MISTRESS! Y/N!" He screamed before collapsing on the bed and his seed filled my mouth I swallowed and licked him clean before tugging his boxers up and laying down in his bed with him nuzzling with his chest as he gasped for breath "I love you y/n"

"Awww love you too Sammy" 

".... I really love when you do the mistress act. It. Is. So. Fucking. Hot." 

"You think so?" I giggled undoing his hands 

"I do, your such a good, evil, sexy mistress" 

"Complements don't mean I go easy on you Sammy"

"I know, I like when your rough on me" he smirked giving me a kiss "was I a good boy mistress?"

"Mostly, your getting so noisy. Maybe next time your getting too noisy I should give you a spanking" I smirked and he went white but bit his lip

"Uummmm…. Mistress?"

"Yes Sammy?"

"I've been a bad, bad boy." He groans pulling me on top of him "I've been a bad, bad little boy. I've been such a dirty boy, please mistress, spank me. Show me how bad a little boy I've been" 

"Sammy, no. No spanking you like it too much it defeats the point"

"Depends what the point is. To be a punishment it defeats the point, but as a reward it's very good" 

"No spanking, you where good" I giggled giving him a little kiss 

"But y/n" he whines

"Ohh alright, just one though" I warn him

"Yes!' he smiled excitedly cuddling up in my lap like a kitten so I petted his fluffy hair and have him a hard slap "Uuughhhhh! Mistress!" He groans grinding his half hard erection against my leg 

"No grinding Sammy" I warn doing it again but harder 

"Uuuuuhhhhhhh! … ummmm mistress" he smirked still doing it biting in his lip hard enjoying himself alot so I did it again

"No grinding Sammy" I warn harsher then before "what do we say?"

"Ummmm I'm sorry mistress I'll be good" he groans 

"That's enough spanking for one night Sammy"

"But y/n!" He whines 

"Thats enough" I warn pulling his boxers down slapping him as hard as I could on his bare skin 

"UUUUGHHHHH!" he screamed his eyes rolling back 

"That's enough for one night" I smirked

"Ummm… ummmm… yes" he nods grinding on me a little where he was not rock hard again enjoying the rub on his crotch and the sting of his skin from the slaps 

"Yes what?" I growled slapping him again as hard as I could digging my nails in as I touched his flesh 

"UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!! YES MISTRESS!" He screamed his voice splintering 

"Good boy" I smiled tugging his shorts up for him and pushing him on the bed he happily laid there on his stomach of course gasping as he calmed down a little "I should get home it's getting late" I said getting up and gathering my things getting ready to go home by the time I looked back at him he sat up in his bed surrounded by his covers his hair matted and messy, his hard cock out his shorts I could even see where he pulled his shorts down I could see where his butt was going red from his spanking 

"Mistress?" 

"Yes Sammy?" 

"Please mistress… a bad little boy can't stop touching himself, maybe his mistress should come and ride her bad little boy" he groaned slowly touching himself to me 

"You had one. And you got a spanking. You've had more then enough Sammy"

"Please mistress. I promise I'll be good. And I'll make my mistress feel good too" he smirked licking his lips 

"Fine," I giggled jumping into his lap "but your really getting spoilt tonight" I laughed giving him a kiss 

"Ummm yes I am mistress" 

[kkaebsongtypo]

(Minor mentions of blood; nothing big, just a tiny scab bleeding on a puppo)

[2:20pm] “Please, bug, sit down. Ohhhh good boy!” You crouched down in front of your boxer before sitting cross legged on the floor with him. You gently wiped the red stain off the top of his head with a damp cloth, his white fur slowly going from red to pink. A small pout rested on your lips, slightly upset at the sight of your baby with an injury.

“Hey, everything okay babe?” Mark’s voice grew louder as he made his way towards where you were in the kitchen. He tilted his head in curiosity at the sight of you on the floor, holding your dog’s chin in your hand delicately.

“Yeah, I just took the dogs out and Bowzer came in with blood on the top of his head and on his jaw.” Your bottom lip jutted out further when you looked up at your boyfriend.

“The tip of his ear is bleeding a little bit, whenever he shakes his head it hits the top of his lil noggin and his jaw.” You looked back to your sweet boy and placed a quick kiss to his wet nose. Mark nodded slowly and came closer, stopping right next to your dog. Bowzer lifted his head from your hand and looked up at Mark, his stumpy tail starting to wag in excitement. You giggled quietly at his happy reaction.

“Awh, is that your daddy, bug?” Mark crouched down beside the happy pup as you spoke to him in your dog voice. Mark rubbed his hands up and down Bowzers sides and gasped softly with a big smile.

“Oh my goodness, hellooo my sweet prince!” Bowzer stood up and turned towards Mark, his tail wagging even faster as Mark continued repeating ‘hello’ to him in different variations of his dog voice.

“Ughhh, Bowzer please sit down bub!!” You groaned, patting the top of his bum softly. Mark sat down next to you, never ceasing to pour all of his attention on the beloved dog in front of him.

“Sit for mommy bub- ohhh good job! Mommy’s going to get you all cleaned up, yeahhh good boy!” You grabbed a hold of his chin once again after he sat down at Mark’s command. As you wiped away the blood on his jaw with the damp rag, the quiet tippy taps of your miniature schnauzer got louder as she made her way up behind you, followed by a small bark and tiny growl.

“Ohh does little Lila want some attention too?” You giggled softly and turned to Mark. He scooped her tiny body up into his arms and held her in front of his face.

“That’s my little princess! Oh, thank you for the kisses!” Mark laughed quietly as the small dog licked all over his face. You scooted closer to Bowzer to inspect the little broken scab on his ear. You pressed it between the cloth delicately, not wanting to risk hurting your sweet baby. You pet down his head and neck gently to sooth him in case he was feeling any pain.

“Where’s mommy, Lila?” You turned your head towards your baby girl and gasped quietly, shaking your head at her with a smile. Mark leaned in with her still in his arms so she could reach you, her nub of a tail going wild with excitement. You leaned in closer towards her.

“Helllloooooo sweetie, oh my gosh! Thank you, stinky!” You scrunched up your nose as she littered your face with kisses. After placing a kiss to her tiny head you checked Bowzers ear again. You removed the cloth from his ear, seeing that the bleeding had lessened significantly. Mark continued to play with Delila as you pressed a big kiss to your baby boy’s head.

“There we go bug, all clean! Do you want some carrots, hm? Wawa too? Come on! Let’s get you some treats!” You clapped your hands together as Bowzwe hopped to his feet and Delila tried to wiggle from Mark’s hold at the mention of treats. Mark encouraged their thrill with his eyes wide and repeating certain words you had said. Both pups tippy tapped in place as Mark pulled you up off the floor.

He wrapped his arm around you as you opened the container of sliced carrots, taking a handful in his free hand. He placed a kiss to your cheek before bending down slightly to feed the carrots to Delila. You smiled and turned slightly to where Bowzer was sitting patiently at your side. You threw the carrot slices up one by one, your larger dog catching each one. Mark squeezed your side gently in an attempt to get your attention. You turned back to him with a curious smile once Bowzer caught the last carrot slice. Mark placed his other hand on your waist and twisted you to face him fully. Your arms snaked around his waist as well with a smile when he pulled you closer and softly pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

unus annus m.l

[fivefeetfear]

Chapter 4

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(Y/N) spent about an hour showing Spinel around the small town, giving the pink gem a rundown of the tiny metropolis. At some point Spinel stopped processing the words the short girl was saying since her brain seems to be on the fritz as alarms went off in her head. Because at this very moment (Y/N) was holding her hand. She was holding (Y/N) hand. They are holding hands! This was all she could think about for the last hour; they're laced fingers locked together. It felt nice. However, as a means of distraction from the hand holding, the pink gem began to pay attention to (Y/N) facial expressions. The taller gem admiring every smile line whenever she smiled, or the way her eyebrows knitted together or the way her cute nose scrunches up! This isn’t helping. Spinel averts her eyes when the (Y/G) would glance up at her. She could feel her cheeks glowing pink. Shit she was almost caught staring! Little did Spinel knew, she was, a few times, and it only made (Y/N) smile as she walked closer to Spinel; their arms brushing against one another every so often.

"Ok, I think it's time for us to take a break. I'm going to take you to my favorite ice cream shop! They have the best (F/F) ever! It's so creamy and sweet, I know you'll love it." She sighs softly ready to have her favorite frozen treat.

"There it is!" The (C/G) gem calls out happily, (Y/N) picks up her pace as she tugs the pink gem along. Spinel grins to herself eagerness; she had a feeling she has to get used to the idea of her arm possibly be dislocated. And she was ok with that. The two approached a cute yellow shop with a large neon sign reading "Scoops". Before the two made it to the door, the tall gem used her stretching abilities to open the door and gestured for (Y/N) to go first.

"After you ." Spinel says softly.

"Thank you." Y/N replies as she walked into the chilly shop. The two made their way to the front, standing at the register was a short teal Opal gem, she waves at them politely as she glanced at the familiar (Y/G)

"Would you like your usual Ms. (Y/N)?" Opal asks getting ready to punch in the order.

"Yes!" the (Y/G) answers nearly rocking in place, eyes wide with childlike wonder. The teal Opal looks over at Spinel and asks her for her order too.

"I'll take a raspberry cone please." The magenta gem orders. The list was huge so she just called out the first one she could see. Food wasn’t her thing but she enjoys sweets.

"Ok, your total will be $7.45." Opal confirms with a bright smile. Spinel reached into her sweater pocket to pull out her money, Steven had given her some for the outing. The slim gem then glances over sees (Y/N) pulling out her wallet from her dress pocket. Um no? She was not about to let this cutie pay for her, not on her watch. With a heavy sigh, Spinel begrudgingly releases the short gem's hand. The pink gem stretches her arm around (Y/N) and swipes the wallet from her grasp. (E/C) eyes widen as they followed the hand as it springs back to Spinel. The pink gem tucked it away in her sweater for safekeeping.

"Spi-"

"I gotcha covered." She says coolly giving the cashier the proper amount of money.

"But you're my guest; I'm supposed to treat you." The (Y/G) explains as she pouts gazing up at the pink girl. God, she's too damn cute for her own sake. It wasn't fair on how big of an impact (Y/N) has over her already. Spinel averts her eyes away as she rubs the back of her neck.

"It's the least I could do for you for being so nice to me." Spinel informs as she gives (Y/N) a shy smile. (Y/N) chest tighten as her cheeks lit up. This was the first time she has seen Spinel smile! And it was so cute! The (E/C) eyed female could feel the gem on her neck grow warm as she memorized the wrinkles by Spinel's eyes. The short gem hums thoughtfully before taking the frozen treats.

"Fine, but next time I'm treating!" she says, playfully bumping hips with the taller gem. Spinel's left brow quirks up as her orbs followed her retreating figure. Next time? She wanted to ask what she meant by that but decided against it. Maybe when they were lone.

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The pair made their way across the street to a large park in the middle of Little Homeworld. They sat on a bench as they finished their frozen treats in a comfortable silence. Spinel watched as other couples wander the park enjoying the warm weather. Her eyes spotted two gems holding hands as they sat on the swing beside each other. Her eyes drifted down towards (Y/N) petite hands that rested next to hers. Feeling warm under the collar, Spinel tried to summon the courage to touch her hand, but she couldn't do it! The pink gem was in an internal war with herself as she trembled in her spot wanting to have physical connect with her again. UGHHH why was she so pathetic!

"Spinel?"

"Yes!" the pink gem shouts nervously startling (Y/N).

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean t-to shout." (Y/G) waves it off as she leans in closer into Spinel's personal space.

"Don’t worry about it, I just wanted to make sure you were having.” (Y/N) hums sweetly as she swings her short legs, her feet barely touching the ground.

"Y-yeah, I'm having f-fun, but I've b-been meaning to ask y-you something. S-something that d-doesn't make any sense." Spinel informs, her voice trailed off at the end. (Y/N) stops swinging her feet and turned her body to let Spinel know she has her full attention.

"Sure, what is it?" Spinel could feel every atom in her body shaking with fear, her chest constricting tightly with each second that goes by. Relax, she needed to....relax. The pink gem took in a deep breath holding it for ten seconds and slowly releasing it. Ok, she could do this. Spinel lifts her head higher as she shifts her magenta orbs to look directly into (E/C) eyes.

"At the ice cream parlor you said, you’ll be treating next time. What did you mean by that?” (Y/N) blinks her eyes several times as she tilts her head to the side.

“Well it means I would like to hang out without with again.” The curvy gem answers like it was obvious. Or at least she thought SHE was being obvious about her crush towards Spinel.

“See thats what I don’t get? Why do you want to hang out with me again?” Spinel quips anxiously back needing more clarity. Why would she want to be around her! Spinel knew (F/N) and everyone in Little Homeworld knew who she is! They have to know what she has done! And if she does why does she wants to be even near her!!

"Because you're nice." (Y/N) answers simply as she waited for the slender gems reaction. The (Y/G) didn’t understand why this was so important to Spinel. It seems like she wants a life altering answer on why she wants to be spend time with her but she doesn’t have one.

The dots were not connecting for the pink gem and it was beginning to irritate her. Spinel sat unmoving on the bench as she stared down at the (Y/G), her expression completely unreadable. (Y/N) began to shift her eyes around growing nervous under the magenta hues. Did she say something wrong? Before (Y/N) could speak, Spinel started chuckling to herself, it gradually got louder and it threw (Y/N) completely off guard. It was not a happy laugh either, it was a laugh empty of joy and filled to the brim with bitterness.

"W-what's so funny?" (Y/N) asks meekly. Spinel quicks her laughing then snaps her attention back to the short gem as she frowns in disdain.

"You. You're what's funny!" she responses mockingly. Ok? The short girl's eyes widen with confusions as she grips the hem of her dress in firmly completely confused what is happening. Spinel resumes her spiteful laughter as she leans forward placing her elbows on her knees. The pink gem felt like she had completely crashed and could not help the uncontrollable laughter that erupted from her form. Spinel has spent the majority of the day thinking about why a talented and beautiful gem such as (Y/N) wanted to hang around her? A gem that is twisted and completely unstable! And to hear her say it was because she thinks she is nice! What a joke! Where on earth would she get that idea from? Spinel hasn't done anything nice in her life! All she has ever been was a burden!

The self-hatred laughter died down, she then sharpens her eyes in a scowl. Her teeth gritted down as the pink gem felt the fire of distrust burn within. Was she toying with her? (Y/N) has to know who she is and what she has done, right?! Of course, she knows! She is friends with the Crystal Gems! Maybe this was a setup! Was she using some form of reverse psychology? Maybe this was all some elaborate plan to see if she is still as unhinged as the day she left.Why else would she be gaslighting her like this? Paranoia floods her mind drowning any rational thought she had left. Spinel felt her eyebrows twitch uncontrollably as she let her insecurity devour her.

"Did you hit your head or something? Or are you always this full of shit? Why would you think that? I know you heard about me and what I've done. I gave you no reason to believe I am nice. Was it because I bought you ice-cream, mmhm!? If that's your only proof then you set the standards for yourself pretty damn low! It's sad really! If that's all that it takes for you to consider ME nice to consider hanging out with me, I can’t imagine what I have to do to get between your legs." Spinel cracks with a sadistic grin.

(Y/N) eyes widen in anger as she stood up from the spot on the bench, her hand glowing a bright (F/C) as she reeled it back as far as she can and swung it forward with all her might. She refused to let anyone talk to her like that.

SLAP

Spinel head swirls around from the powerful impact as she hisses in pain. Damn, that really hurt, she knew it was going to leave a nasty bruise. The pink gem unwind her neck as she cupped her injured cheek, her eyes meeting teary (E/C) ones. (Y/N) breathed heavily in anger as her tiny hands shook with rage.

"You are such-"

"A bitch? Asshole? Monster?!" Spinel suggested with a crooked smile. The pink gem felt her figurative heartbreak knowing this was her defense mechanism trying to protect her. Protecting her from any more pain. The hatred that she harbors for herself had completely overruled Spinel's hope for any potential relationship with (Y/N). She knew she was already attached to the (Y/G), and it scared her on how quickly it happened. The magenta gem refused to let anyone have that kind of hold on her again.

(Y/N) seethed in rage as her fists glowed once more, angry tears building up in her eyes.

"To t-think you...you...fuck!" (Y/N) growls under her breath, choking on her tears. How did this happen? How did this day take a wild one eighty!? (Y/N) saw a crowd begin to form and it took everything inside her to ignore the stares.

"To think what? That I was NICE?" Spinel snaps as she reaches over and grabs (Y/N) wrist.

"Oh I'm a swell gal alright. I'm sooooo nice that I brought an injector to earth filled with Bio-Poison to kill your precious Steven! To completely wipe him out from existence right along with the planet and his friends! YOUR friends! So please tell me what it is that you?!” Spinel demands as she glared harshly at (Y/N). The furious gem began to tower over the (G/C) girl as she grabs her other wrist to yank her closer, staring directly into (E/C) hues trying to figure out what her aim is.

"ANSWER ME!" She screams into the short gem's face, panic laced within her words.

"To think you were the one that found me!" (Y/N) roars back into the Spinel's face refusing to let the pink gem intimidate her. Spinel's face contours in confusion when her words-processed in her head. Found her? What did she mean by that?

(Y/N) growls as a blinding white light consumed her form, this startled Spinel as her grasped loosen around her wrist. The (G/C) gem latched her hands onto Spinel's forearms keeping her in place.

"Let go of me!" Spinel yells frantically trying to escape the iron grip of the short gem, but no dice. The light then creeps up onto the base of Spinel's forearms and spread to the rest of her body. This kicked her into panic mode as her eyes dilated in fear, feeling her skin heating up.

The two then vanished into thin air.