#will the current state continue? will i ever want to drink again?

[orcelito]

Been almost a month since I last drank, and I still can't think about alcohol without feeling uncomfortable.

I wonder if this will ever go away, or if I'm just gonna be alcohol-averse for the rest of my life. For someone who used to really like alcohol, it's a strange position to be in.

[lalunanymph]

𝟏𝟏:𝟒𝟗𝐏𝐌 ─── your husband notices everything about you—even the things you don't notice about yourself

˚୨୧⋆ sylus x wife!reader

˚୨୧⋆ warnings: wife!reader, reader has just given birth a few months ago, jealous sylus!!, pregnancy, implied mentions of a fight, injuries, mentions of b/lood, explicit s/mut, implication of o/ral, teasing, petnames (wife, darling, doll, sweetie), daddy k/ink, breeding, shamelessly self-indulgent AND very selfship-coded :')

Nothing ever escapes Sylus’ attention. 

Other than cunning resourcefulness being his trademark which many associate with ravens—his favorite bird—another marker of your husband’s personality is that like a hawk, he’s acutely aware of everything.

Tonight’s date night after you’ve given birth to the twins didn’t go exactly as planned.

While Sylus was in a convenience store, buying the both of you drinks to whet off the balminess of the summer evening, you were approached by an obviously drunk man who asked if you were here alone.

After countless times of trying (and failing) to convince him that your husband wouldn’t be too happy about his unwanted advances, the man in question whose ring is around your finger appears, tall and imposing.

Safe to say, the night ended with one bloody nose, and a pair of split knuckles, the latter being the ones you were currently patching up. 

Your husband is reclining back against the plush pillows, black dress shirt unbuttoned slightly and showing off the deep divot of his pecs. His face is a mixture of emotions—anger, frustration, possessiveness, a hint of concern. All coalescing into one tense ball he keeps close to his chest as the adrenaline from the encounter with that sleazebag still hums through his veins. 

You stow your phone back into your purse, sighing.

“I've texted Sara to keep the twins for the night. I think we're both too angry and might say or do something rash.” 

His expression softens and he lets out a sigh, the anger and tension slowly starting to ebb away as he gazes at you.

“... that’s good. I wouldn’t want them to see me in this state.” 

You sigh again, picking up his bandaged hands.

“Y’know, I did tell him my husband was a big, scary man, but he still persisted in demanding a date,” you bring your husband’s knuckles to your lips, kissing the contused flesh softly. 

Sylus grunts, rolling his eyes, though his expression softens at your sweet gesture. “Some people just don’t know when to take a hint… so, I had to make a point.”

You scoff, clutching his hands tighter. “Yes. By socking him in the face. Very classy.”

Instead of appearing reticent like a sane person would, Sylus chuckles. “Didn’t see you complaining when you were cooing all over me, patching up like a good, little wife.”

His words make a flash of heat run through you, and you shoot him an exasperated glare. “Well, at least you looked sexy doing it. Punching that asshole in the face. Consider that compensation for tonight’s turn of events," politely, you add, “Thank you for defending my honor, darling.”

He lets out a low chuckle, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. Crimson eyes darken with a mixture of desire and affection, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips. 

“No need to thank me, sweetie. It’s always a pleasure of mine to defend your honor. No one gets to disrespect you without facing repercussions.” 

You squirm in his lap, hitching a breath when you feel his hands play with the straps of your dress. Slowly, he drags them down, touch hot and insistent as the pads of his fingers graze your bare shoulder.

“Really, Sylus?” You try to look vexed, but the breathlessness his touch incites only fuels him to misbehave further. “Defending me has seriously gotten you all hot and bothered?” 

Your husband grins at your teasing tone, a wicked gleam in his eye as he continues to push the straps of your dress down further, baring more of your skin to his heated stare. His hands continue to explore, tracing over your exposed skin. 

“Hmm. I suppose seeing you in danger… really ignited something in me. Hearing someone insult you and disrespect what’s mine… makes me want to claim you all over again.”

Warmth fills your cheeks, and you fail to fight back a shiver. “T-that doesn’t make any sense.” 

Sylus’ fingers are now trailing your collarbone, tracing the marks he left there from the night before.

“It doesn’t need to make sense, doll. It’s something primal. Seeing you in danger like that… and the look on your face when I punched that idiot senseless… It's titillating. I just want to claim my wife, remind you and everyone else that you belong to me, body and soul and future baby.” 

Heat licks down your spine, and you shudder at his words. 

“F-future baby?” 

Sylus’ hands snake to your bare back, caressing the expanse of skin with soft, ticklish circles. Without warning, he leans in, lips hovering close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yes, doll. Future baby. I'm going to fill you with my seed. Breed you over and over until I'm sure you're pregnant. And in a few weeks, we'll have a mini-us growing in your belly, a physical reminder of my claim on you."

His words are soft and sound almost sweet, but the filthiness in them makes you gasp, involuntarily arching your body into his. 

“Sylus…”

The idea of him claiming you again so boldly after defending you from danger turns you on like nothing in this world can. You know you have much to discuss with him about having another baby, considering you had just given birth to Sabrina and Protus a few months ago. But, in this instance, desire overtakes logic and all you want is to feel your husband deep inside you again. 

His lips are cool when they touch your jugular, trailing down the column of your neck until they reach your heaving chest. 

“Sy…” you whisper, eyes fluttering close. “Stop… teasing me.” 

You want this, he realizes with a jolt. You want this as much as he does. 

He lets out a low chuckle, hands continuing to caress every inch of your skin. 

“Oh, my pretty little doll. It’s not teasing anymore. It’s a promise.” His lips touch your ear, the heat of his breath and words snapping the last of your resolve. “And you know I never break my promises, doll.” 

A whimper slips from your parted mouth. The heat in this room is too much to bear, pressing down on you with the weight of an ocean closing in.

You can barely breathe when you exhale, “Breed me. Please… breed me.” 

Your bastard of a husband grins at your desperate plea, his hands gripping your hips tighter. It’s the predatory confidence of a man who knows he has you completely at his mercy, begging for him to claim you completely. 

“Say it again,” his fingers dance to the hair at the nape of your neck, sinking his fingers into your soft locks and using it to snap your face up to meet his darkened gaze. “Tell me you want me to breed you. Tell me you want to only belong to me.” 

The bite of pain pulls a wanton moan from your trembling lips, and you lose all bearings and composure, giving in to the desire which always leaves you wanting more of him on your knees.

“Oh god... please... breed me, Daddy. Make me yours. P-put a baby inside of me and make me a mama again…” 

Sylus’ eyes darken at your plea, the possessive need flaring in his chest. Those blood-red eyes burn with the desire of keeping and making his promise come true.

“Lay back, sweetie. Go on—there’s a good girl.” His bigger body hovers over you, pressing you into the bed. “Good girl. You're such a good girl, doll. Asking Daddy to breed you, begging to be filled with my seed, to carry my baby. You're mine. Mine to breed, mine to claim. Mine to make you a mommy again."

His words whip through you like an electric shock. You gasp, eyes fluttering and body arching further into his touch. 

“Please… yes…” 

As much as his self-control is reaching its breaking point, he needs to hear the words coming straight from your mouth; his grip on your hips tighten, eyes darkening with possessiveness. 

"You want this, doll? You want Daddy to fill you up—make sure you're pregnant with my baby?"

Your nod is equal parts desperation and desire. You lick your lips, nodding.

“Yes,” your whisper is like a bullet tearing through his chest, leaving it hot and stinging with pure need. “Yes, I want it so badly.”

Sylus groans, your words igniting the unquenchable thirst inside of him to make you his, his, his. 

Tearing the flimsy dress off your frame, he digs his fingers into your hips, mouth leaving a burning trail of kisses and bites across your neck, your jaw, your chest. 

Your hands grapple at his clothing, pulling off his expensive, tailor-made button-down and slacks, reaching into the heart of him to expose him fully to your lustful gaze. 

He sucks and licks on your nipples until they become all puffy and swollen just for him, and the second you tell him you can’t take it anymore, Sylus stakes his claim by sinking inside of you—inch by delicious inch.

Your pretty, milky pink nails stab into his shoulders, dragging down red lines across the pale expanse of his back. Your heels dig into his hips, and the way you’re desperately clinging onto him, makes him wonder if you want to fuse your body as one with his. 

“Sy… Sylus…” 

Fuck. He digs his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck, strong hips snapping forward, giving you one powerful thrust after another. Your walls suck him so perfectly, like you were made for him. 

He fills you up over and over again, until every load becomes more painful. But, you can't get enough. You keen, beg, and cry for more, milking his promise to make you a mama again for what it’s worth.

Hours seem to pass, ravaging passages of time that are marked by more cum filling you; his shuddering, animalistic groans for you take it darling, take it all, take all of me like music to your ears.

Sylus collapses on top of you, breathing hard and red in the face. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, his hand coming to rest gently on your stomach, caressing the soft skin with shaky fingers.

“Mhm… you’ll be the death of me one day, you know that, sweetie?” 

Giggling, you use what remains of your strength to twine your arms around his shoulders. The both of you stay like this for a while, slowly coming down from the high.

Briefly, your hand grazes your belly, and you wonder idly if what he promises has come true—if his seed has already taken.

Sylus, ever keen and observing, chuckles. It’s like he knows exactly what you're thinking. Planting a gentle kiss on top of your head, his voice is low and tender.

“I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you, sweetie. I have a feeling you're already pregnant with my baby."

Your eyes widen, and you give him a shock look. 

Stammering, you say, “How do you know?” 

But, you should know this is Sylus you’re talking about. Mastermind of the N109 Zone. The leader of the most notorious organization alive. 

He’s always two steps ahead of you, seeing what you can’t see, anticipating what you can’t expect. 

Your husband’s palm drifts down to join yours on your stomach, his hand gently resting on yours.

“Call it a lucky guess… or, intuition. A few little signs here and there. Besides, I'm not letting you out of my sight until you confirm it."

His words make your head spin, and you give him a look of reproachful intrigue.

“A… few signs here and there? What are you talking about?” 

Sylus nods, his touch reverent and tender. 

Without caring for your astonishment, he lays down his observations like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Your scent has been different, sweeter, a little intoxicating. Your body is more sensitive, more responsive to my touch. And there's a glow about you, a soft flush on your cheeks, a sparkle in your eyes. It's subtle, but I notice when it comes to you, doll.” 

You gape at him, and without thinking, tighten your grip on your belly.

As if he has a sensor on you, Sylus immediately notices the subconscious gesture.

“Mhm... You've been doing that a lot lately, doll. Touching your belly, caressing your stomach, as if you're already feeling the baby growing inside you. It's adorable, but it's also a bit of a giveaway.”

His tone turns teasing and you flush, flustered beyond measure.

“Wh-what are you? Some kind of werewolf?” You hiss, “How're you so attentive?!”

Your husband chuckles again, amusing himself by brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers gently tracing your jawline.

“It's not a matter of being a werewolf. It's just a matter of paying attention to the woman I love.” His grin turns soft, becoming tender at the edges. “I notice everything about you, doll. Every little detail, every change in your body, every little thing. I can't help it. I can't stop watching you. And you just happen to have a few tell-tale signs right now that are screaming 'pregnant'.”

Pouting, you glare at him churlishly, deciding to challenge him. But, underneath the pomp and bravado is an innate curiosity to see how far your husband’s perception can go.  

“Tell me more then, since I myself don't seem to notice anything.”  

Sylus grins at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, and decides to indulge you. 

“Hmm, you really want to know? Well, here's another one... Your taste has changed, darling. A little sweeter, a little richer. Something I can't seem to get enough of, but it also seems to have gotten stronger lately.” 

You blanch, warmth flushing your cheeks.

“You mean... whenever you eat me out... you noticed my taste? That's...” 

Your speechlessness amuses him, and he chuckles, voice growing deeper, laced with hunger and heat.

“I notice everything about you, remember? Even the smallest changes in your body,” he drawls, glancing at the spot between your thighs. “Especially when it comes to the places I spend the most time on, tasting and exploring... Every. Single. Time.”

He punctuates his words with soft kisses to your neck, flustering you even more.

All you can mutter is a cute, little, “Hmph,” scowling and fanning your cheeks. 

Sylus adores your reaction to his words, and leans in, his lips brushing against your neck, teasing your skin.

“Mhm... why are you scowling at me? Are you embarrassed? Are you... thinking about all the times I've tasted and explored you, doll? I can practically see the memories playing in your head… it's delicious.”

You squeak, slapping a palm to his mouth, feeling like your face is hot enough to explode.

“Sylus!” 

He laughs, though the sound is muffled against your palm. His hand drifts down to your belly again, the gleam in his eyes possessive this time. 

The white-haired devil pries your hand from his mouth, kissing your wrist and placing it back down onto the bed. “Oh, doll. You're just too cute when you're flustered. And it's even cuter when you try to shut me up. It just makes me want to tease you more, Y/N.” 

Emboldened and somewhat foolish, you plaster on your faux confidence, egging him on. 

“Oh, yeah? Well, I think you’re dead wrong.” 

Sylus snorts, finding your foolish certainty endearing. 

“Are you doubting my observation skills? Are you saying I haven't noticed a thing? That I'm not paying attention to the little changes in your body… that I haven't noticed how you're reacting?”

You smirk, nodding. 

“Mhm hmm. I know my body better than you, Sy. You may be my husband, but I’ve been living in this meat suit for years. And I’ll know when I’m pregnant. Besides—” you giggle, enjoying the look of faint amusement spreading across his features. “—I bet you a hundred dollars that if I take a test right now, it’ll come back negative.” 

Sylus cocks a brow, eyes glistening with the challenge. 

You continue, oblivious to his smirk. “My period is due in a week, and I don’t have morning sickness, nor do I have any cravings. Besides, weren’t you the one who said we have to plan our family smarter? Why do you want to be right so badly?” 

Your husband chuckles, enjoying your bold confidence. His grip on your hip tightens, and he kneads the flesh, shrugging. 

“You’re so endlessly fascinating, doll. Yes, I do think we should space out conception times, but I never did say I wouldn't want more babies. Especially when they are living proof of our commitment and love for each other.”

Oh. You swallow hard. When he puts it that way…

But, you’re much too thick headed to give in. 

You cup his cheek, gaze softening, though the spark of a challenge remains in your eyes. 

“Fine. We’ll see who’s right tomorrow.” 

Sylus grabs your hand, enjoying the warmth of your skin with a touch of feral amusement in his crimson eyes. “And if I’m right? What is my reward, doll?” 

Grinning, you tease, “A hundred dollars.”

Your husband tilts his head to the side, as if considering your strange wager.

“... make that a hundred kisses and a dinner, doll. I don’t want your money.” 

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. A hundred kisses and a dinner—that’s easy for you. 

“Fine. We’ll see that I’m right tomorrow, then.” 

Night fades and the next day dawns.

You wake up to an empty bed, sheets rumpled and still warm. Your eyes land upon an innocuous pregnancy kit on the side table, fresh from the store.

Sylus is nowhere to be seen, though you suspect he’s downstairs in the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee. Not wanting to look like you were chickening out of this bet, you huff and go straight into the bathroom, putting the test to use.

You’re going to win this bet, and Sylus will have to eat his words. There is no way your husband would be correct. All he has is a hunch while you know your body inside and out. 

No singular person in the world, not even the one you share a bed with every night, can claim to predict something as mercurial and unpredictable as a pregnancy which hasn’t happened yet—unless they were a prophet or someone from the world of Dune, you think with a scoff.

The timer goes off and you grasp the test, about to smirk and prance downstairs to show Sylus how far off his observation was, when you come to a hard pause.

“...”

You blink, checking the test and rechecking it again. You look at it closer to the light, scrutinizing the stupid white stick from front to back, wondering if it’s faulty or broken.

A languid knock on the door interrupts your thoughts, and you look up to find your husband leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and an infuriating smirk on his face.

“Go ahead, doll,” he gloats, noticing your reaction, the pallor of shock written all over your face. “Read the result out loud to me.” 

You swallow hard, setting the test down in defeat.

“Impossible.”

But, knowing how competitive your husband can be, he’s not going down without a fight.

“And the result is…?” 

Tossing him a scowl, you throw your hands up in the air, caving in so he can pipe down and just kiss you already. 

“Positive,” you groan, wrapping your arms around him. Sylus responds without a shred of hesitation, grasping your smaller body and holding it tightly to his, secretly elated at this reveal. The ghost of his chuckle brushes your neck.

“Yeah, doll? Say it again. Tell me I’m right.” 

You exhale a watery giggle, tears filling your eyes. The feeling of pure love fills your chest, and you look at him like he’s hung the moon up in your sky.

You’re going to be a mommy again; Sylus has made his promise come true. 

Touching your forehead to his, you breathe in his comforting scent, feeling the softness of his sleeping robe underneath your palms on his chest.

“You’re right, darling. You’re always right,” you whisper, the love you feel for your husband overflowing from your eyes. “It’s positive.” 

Nothing ever escapes Sylus' hawk-like attention, and for that, you love him a little more than you did before.

sydawn lore: we have twins together—a baby girl and a baby boy named sabrina and protus. initially, the scans and tests only picked up sabrina and it was literally on the surgical table when the doctors made a discovery that there was another whole ass baby inside of me (they called it a shadow pregnancy when one twin completely overshadows another) so long story short, we have two babies together with a third on the way :,) ok thx for reading bye !

— reblogs and feedback are seriously appreciated !! thank you all for your support <3

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[anantaru]

DAY 19 — EDGING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — welt, dan heng

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, edging & orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, sprinkle of dacryphilia, rough and needy, kinda messy, mean dan heng alert

𖧡 — WELT

welt was evidently aware that he shouldn't torture you with repeatedly robbing your climax from you over and over again, until you sniffle between your moans, your eyes bloodshot and puffy from the intensity of another growing orgasm just dissolving from your aching frame— but you need to understand him, because you were just so sweet, ugh, so innocent and pure that it almost makes him feel bad for your current state.

because in reality, it didn't require welt much of work to form you into a frustrated mess of a person— your wet, warm cunt soaking his length and clamping down on him for the dear life of you, and in secret, it made him feel more wanted, more powerful and it thoroughly stroked his ego when you begged him to continue despite losing yet another blissful satisfaction.

"don't be like that," he mutters as you refuse to meet his gaze, and you unlatch the sobs hidden behind your frustration when he takes the chance to thrust into you again ever so slightly, ever so soft, and only distantly, with barely any strength behind and being aware that you must be exceedingly reactive to his every movements right now.

"look at me," welt whispers, mouthing a wet kiss on your bottom lip before looping one hand around your knee to spread you further apart as he grinds himself closer, even better, drinking in the moans that fell straight in his mouth as your hands tightened their grip on his biceps.

fuck, you just cannot be mad at welt, it's futile, not when he hums appreciatively the moment you accept his gaze, his hips thrusting back and forth as you jolt your little cunt up to match his movements, your clit buzzing with need to be given attention next, whining against his lips as he mumbles once again;

"i'll give it to you this time, i promise."

𖧡 — DAN HENG

"hold on, love, hold on," the expanding warmth of dan heng's weight leaning on top of you was bulging into the puffiness of your cunt as he nibbles on your earlobe, deliciously experiencing how you're spreading yourself for him, "you're not there yet."

your boyfriend seemed to have become utterly maniacal in your eyes and you frustratedly furrow your brows before gnawing back a bubbling moan when he slides himself back inside— dan heng has been playing with you for hours now, so strong and reckless that endless tears had began to form and cling to your lashes as every square of your body felt like someone has set you on fire.

"it hurts," you complain, blinking repeatedly to get rid of the blur before desperately squeezing your hips up at him, as if that would somehow change dan heng's plans for you, "i know, i know," he feigns the sense of understanding you and the perception of actually feeling sorry, "but you're doing so good right now, and you're almost there," and he'd even feel a little guiltier if your whines weren't this delicious to indulge in, not to mention the harsh clamps of your creamy hole constricting around his girth like that, before letting go again and fluttering over the fullness while milking him with your hot, wet warmth.

adding another sharp and calculated thrust, the stretch of dan heng's girth piercing over you was beginning to feel surreal, listlessly holding back the air in your lungs as you cry out at the sudden overstimulation catching your body by surprise as dan heng fucked you silly, the force of his raw drags pressing you into the drenched mattress that your head was beginning to spiral— each rut of his dripping erection beckoning your mouth to gape open in a broken consonance of whines and pitched up moans only for him to drink in.

alas, the man wasn't done with you yet, he might as well just lied to you earlier, and the buzzing ache in his groin wouldn't hold him back on edging your poor, little self as much as possible, not before dan heng would grace you with the most intense, most intoxicating climax you have ever experienced— so you wouldn't be too mad at him afterwards.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[alexa-fika]

Hey! Hey! Hey! 😝 I'm back

Anyways can I request a whitebeard pirates x fem child reader? (Maybe 5 years old?)

Reader is half bunny and she's always shy and a bit of a coward and her ears are always down like this

She's always with whitebeard (on his lap, beside him, or on his shoulders)

The crew gives her nicknames like buns, baby bun, bun bun, Cottontail

Oh and the crew is a little protective over reader because she's the smallest crew member on board 🥺

Maybe like the crew is trying to connect with reader? They thought that Marco would be the first one to connect with her (besides pops ofc) because he's quiet and calm but ironically she connect with ace first

Anyways don't forget to eat, sleep, and drink! Thank you~ ✨

Birds of a bunny ( Whitebeard pirates x F!rabbit!child!reader)

A/N okay okay lets ignore than its been an eternity and get straight into saying that despite me ABSOLUTELY COOKING HERE I kinda butchered the request din’t I ? I kind alet myself go but I just really wanted to get to one of your request at the least cosmo

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Whitebeard hums, swishing around his drink and gulping a considerable amount

“They’re looking for you again,” he states, glancing at a small furry ball on his shoulders

She unfurls herself from her position, moving her drooping ears to uncover her face

“I know:..”

“They’re trying.”

“I know, I know that they are good people, but… they are so rowdy.”

He snickers at that, glancing away from her

“I think you should talk to them.”

She shakes her head at that

“Don’t be a brat. You have to talk to your brothers eventually, and if this is how it will be, then I Will have that be now, Boys.”

She looks at Whitebeard, her eyes widening as she shakes her head vigorously, not liking where this was headed

She squeaks as she jumps off his shoulder. As he reaches for her, hopping her way through the deck, attempting to get away from the crew as they all lunge to try to take hold of the bunny girl

She quickly made her way up to one of the lower crow nests, tucking herself small in the corner of it, ignoring the calls of the males down below

She is not alone for long as Ace, ever the nimble one, makes his way up into the crow’s nest, followed quickly by a half-transformed Marco who perches on the crow’s nest, their entrance being received by sobs from the kit

Ace sighs at the sight, swiftly picking her up

“No! Papaw! Papaw!” She cries, trying to get out of Ace’s hold to run back to the now retreating Captain as he heads for his quarters

“Hey, Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes

“Dokucha, It’s okay, take deep breaths for me.” Marco follows only to wince at his suggestion and was met by higher wails

“No! No! I want Papaw!”

He hums, dipping her

She shrieks as she suddenly finds herself upside down, giggling when he pulls her back up, her ears bouncing as she did

“Heard a laugh.”

She shakes her head, digging it into his shoulder

“No?” He questions, dipping her once again, grinning when her laughter followed on the way back up

“Well, I’m glad you are feeling better, Baby bun,” smiles Marco

Dokucha turned her attention towards the man, staring at him for a moment, her eyes glancing towards her limbs, his arms currently transformed into a pair of wings, his legs turned into two sharp, very sharp talons that gripped into the wood of the nest

“Bright aren-

He stops his words as she begins wailing again, turning her head away from him and trying to dig herself into Ace

“Hey, Hey, what’s wrong? It’s just Marco, I know he looks weird-

He receives an unimpressed glance from the phoenix at that

But he won’t hurt you.”

“No!!” She hollers

“He’s going to eat me,” she bellows

He stills at that, glancing down and back up to his brother; quickly understanding the situation, he stifles a snicker as he gestures toward Marco

“Baby bun, look at me.”

“No! I don’t taste good,” she wails

“Just look for a second.” her sobs continue as she dares to take a glance, her sobs lessening at the sight of a now fully human Marco standing in front of her

“See? Just a normal person, that was just my devil fruit,” he explains, reaching for her only to sigh as she scooched back

“Baby bun, come on, I swear I'm not going to hurt you,” Marco stated once they had returned back to the Deck of the ship; much to the surprise of the rest, she had decided to remain with Ace rather than anyone else despite all the warm and more peaceful greetings everyone offered.

“Marco, you’re terrible,” Haruta muttered

“I didn’t think you were the type to scare little girls,” Vista piped in

An irk mark began to grow on his forehead at the jabs his crewmates threw at him

“Shut up,” he grumbled

“Man, I had the wrong impression of you, Commander Marco,” Saber added in

“I always thought you were a good human, but I guess my first impression of you couldn’t be farther from the truth,” Kutatsu commented

“The next one to make a comment will see what kind of man I am,” he snapped, brows furrowed

“Gee, see that Cottontail? Now he wants to eat us. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you!” laughed Thatcher as he looked at the girl in Ace’s arms while pointing at Marco

She glances at the chef, her lips beginning to tremble once again

“Hah?! What’s wrong, Cotton tail?!”

“You’re going to eat me!”

“What?! What gave you that idea, Cottontail!?” He questions a devastated look on his face as she repeated the words he mocked Marco for no longer than a minute ago

Izou chuckles at the scene unfolding

“You have something to share, Izou?!” Thatch asked, glaring at the sniper, tears prickling in his eyes

“I believe she is referring to your… extravagant hairdo.”

“…”

“Cottontail! I'm not a bird, I swear! It’s hair! It’s hair,” he wailed, trying to hug the girl, only for tears to cascade down his face comically as she backed away from him, digging herself closer into Ace’s Embrace

Marco gives a pat on the man crying on his knees

“It’s alright, Thatch; I will protect her,” he mocks

“Shut up, you damn chicken” he wails

He grits his teeth at that, a sharp smile on his face

“You’re on cleaning duty for a month.”

“What the hell, man?! I'm a commander; you can’t do that,” he wails

Okay im going to do school assigment and im going to write another request hopefully!!

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HEY IM BACKK🤭 Wakasa has been on my mind the past days (he deadass appeared in my dream💀) So I got a request where Wakasa is friends with reader and secretly likes her but hides it really well. So when the 1st gen bd drink together and Waka gets drunk he won't get off her, hugging her n stuff and it eventually leads to a sleepy confession from him ykk🤭 The others all tease him the next day for it😭 (sry if this is kinda long)

Omgg hi again! I’m so glad you decided to request again (I love Wakasa)

Your requests are always interesting ml heheheheh, even though I’m not really proud of this one, I still hope you’ll enjoy it (and sorry for the wait)

No warnings, alcohol consumption (a bit too much in this instance) fluff and crack

Every time you changed something about your appearance, no matter how small it was, no matter how many of your friends didn’t notice, Wakasa always did. Might be the slightest change in your hair or makeup, you’d always receive a "It suits you well" or "That’s a nice change". He would always carry that bored expression as he says it, as if he didn’t really care. But how would he notice such small details if he didn’t?

Of course he cared. He was your best friend after all. You called him that, others called you that, he called himself that. Even if those words left a bitter taste in his mouth. Yet he’d never act on it. He was content with what he had, content with the proximity you two shared. Even though he wanted more, he swallowed back all his feelings. Because Wakasa, as much as he didn’t like to admit it, was scared to lose you. So he swallowed back the lingering touches he wanted to give you, any comments that could appear as "too much", for the sake of your friendship. One he would continue to cherish, even if that meant settling for less than he wanted.

- "Come on, just one drink!"

You rolled your eyes. Currently, you were downplaying the invitation of your friend, really insistent to get you to drink with the small group tonight.

- "Dont insist, Omi… I have work tomorrow…"

It was Takeomi’s turn to roll his eyes.

- "Just live a little… beside…"

A small smirk appeared on his face. You were almost, almost curious as to what he was about to say.

- "I don’t believe you’ve ever seen Waka getting drunk…"

Your annoyed rambling about work stopped for a second. He was right, your best friend, the one you’ve known since so long… Have never been drunk in front of you. And you couldn’t deny that the thought made you curious. What kind of drunk was he? Emotional drunk? Tired drunk?.. Yeah, definitely that…

After a few seconds of thinking, you sighed, you couldn’t deny one drink sounded nice.

- "One drink…" You finally indulged, watching his smirk widen

- "You won’t regret it… it’s actually pretty fun to watch…"

On those words, you started walking toward the bar you often went at, where the others were probably already waiting.

And when Takeomi told you it would be fun to watch, you didn’t expect that. And based on his expression, he didn’t either.

You were trying to drink in your now half empty glass, but you found it difficult to do so, as a pair of strong arms were wrapped around your figure.

- "I’ve… never seen him like this before…" Stated Shinichiro, sitting across of you. In his eyes was a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

At this point, all the eyes around the table were on you, more precisely on the man clutching at your side. Wakasa Imaushi, the White Leopard, Black dragons founding member and first generation Special attack Unit captain, THE living legend… Clinging to you like a lost child.

- "N-No one- hic -can touch her… ‘xcept me…" He mumbled, eyes closed and face red from all the shots he had.

You were torn. You’ve never seen him like that, with you or with anyone. And your best friend being so clingy, so… touchy… felt weird. But at the same time… it wasn’t a bad kind of weird.

- Waka… I think I’ll drive you home…

As you muttered those words, you felt his grip tightening. Goddamnit was he strong. You winced slightly, trying to get him off, to no avail.

- "Can someone… Help me out here?.." you asked, a bit annoyed at the lack of reaction from your friends

The three guys exchanged looks, before looking back at you.

- "I mean… you heard him." Started Takeomi, a sly grin on his face

- "No one can touch you except him!" Finished Keizo, raising his hands to support his words

You rolled your eyes, hearing the three of them laughing like degenerates. Unbelievable.

You had to find something though. You wanted to go home, too. Yet it was proven difficult with the bag of muscles holding you tightly.

You sighed, looking at his slumped form, trying to find something to get him off.

- "… Hey Waka… Let’s go home, mhm?.." You tried to bargain, with seemingly no success.

- "N-Nah… M’staying… with you…" He mumbled, his speech almost incomprehensible.

You sighed sighed again. You definitely wanted to go home, getting a bit tired yourself.

- "… Wanna sleep at my place?.." You asked, as all eyes on the table landed on you, even his. You felt a need to denfend yourself to your peers.

- "N-Not like that! I’m not that kind of person!" You tried to defend yourself

- "That’s really inappropriate. I wouldn’t have taken you for the type…" Teased the black haired mechanic, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

- "Mhmm… Take me home, love…"

Your eyes widened, as everyone else’s. You looked down at your lap, eyes landing on a very sleepy Waka, nuzzling your thigh.

- "… Yeah, I’ll take him home… He’s… not in his right mind…" You muttered, trying to calm the emotions he provoked by calling you that.

- "Heh, you know what they say… A drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts!"

You glared at Takeomi, who was laughing his ass off with your other friends. They wouldn’t let that die down easily…

You called a cab, trying to walk with a grown ass man clutched at your hip. Quite a humorous sight, really.

The drive wasn’t long thankfully, and you managed to drag the drunk man in your bed. You were too tired to do anything else, crashing on the mattress next to his unconscious form. You were about to fall asleep, when his voice caught your attention.

-" ‘Meant it, y’know… I don’t… wanna be your friend… wanna be more…"

You listened to his drunken confession, your own eyes fighting to stay open and focused on his relaxed face.

- "Wanna… hold you and… do shit couples do, I dunno…"

A small silence followed his words, lingering in the air. You looked at him one last time, before your eyes closed on their own.

- "G’night, Waka…"

The only answer you received was the sound of his slow breathing and light snores. You would deal with that tomorrow…

- "Hey, "love"! Mind grabbing me a beer?" Teased a certain black haired man, as your now boyfriend was glaring at him, fighting the urge to smash his head on the coffee table.

- "Takeomi I swear to god…" He warned, pinching the bridge of his nose as you let out a small chuckle.

He could now hold you, kiss you, and do plenty of other shit couples do.

[callsign-rogueone]

one too many

Liam Mairi x reader you have one too many on a night out, but Liam is there to take care of you. this is a part 2 to the spider, but can be read as a standalone. words: 1.0k 🏷: no book spoilers, just fluff, I may be sober but I can still write about drinking and how much it sucks, descriptions of being drunk, she/her "girl" reader, one very minor instance of a guy at the bar being creepy but again -- Liam to the rescue. that's all I got for tags. it's nap time now, byee (yes, there will be a part three to this. it's already in motion.)

You’re definitely starting to regret going out tonight. You have no idea where your friends are, if they’re still here or not, and you really don’t feel good. Weaving through the crowd, you finally spot a friendly face. “Hi, Liam.”

“Hi yourself,” he greets, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you a bit closer to keep you out of the way of the other patrons, and to be able to hear you over the lively conversations and music filling the tavern.

You smile, cuddling into his side contentedly. “Missed you.”

You’ve had a soft spot for the boy for a while now. You don’t spend much time together, being in separate squads, but he’s your across-the-hall neighbor in the dorms — you see him a few times every day, coming to and from your room between classes. 

He’s always nice to you, offering you soft smiles and the occasional kind word or small talk, and the other week, when you’d knocked on his door in a mild panic and asked — begged — him to evict a spider from your room, he’d done it without hesitation, and without judgment.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks gently.

“Head’s a little fuzzy,” you answer with a frown, “but I don’t think I had that much.”

You only remember having one drink, that you’d been sipping on steadily through the night but never finished. You shouldn’t feel this intoxicated — the room is spinning, blurring at the edges, and you feel unsteady on your feet, hence the way you’re rather un-subtly clinging to him.

“There you are,” some guy he doesn’t recognize calls, “thought I lost ya. You ready to go?”

“Who’s your new friend?” Liam asks, holding you a little closer and shifting his body to place himself between you and this new guy, eyeing him with apprehension.

“Oh, this is…” you blink, struggling to recall the other boy’s name. Everything between him walking up to you and the present moment seems a little hazy and unclear.

Liam makes his decision; you’ve had one too many, and you clearly aren’t there enough to agree to go home with a stranger, especially not this guy, who just looks like bad news. “She’s not leaving with you, if that’s what you’re after,” he states flatly, not leaving any room for argument.

The boy scowls, likely thinking that Liam is your boyfriend, and realizing he’s wasted his time flirting with you. He leaves, presumably to find some other girl to sweet-talk into his bed.

“Let’s get you back to the school,” Liam coaxes. 

You agree quietly, letting him guide you out the door and down the street, his arm still around your shoulders to keep you upright. You’re glad you chose sensible shoes for the night — it’s already hard enough to walk in your current state.

You rub at the exposed skin of your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up — you can’t remember if you had brought your jacket with you and forgotten it in the tavern, or if you’d left it in your room.

Ever-observant, Liam shrugs off his own jacket and helps you get your arms through the sleeves. You burrow into the soft fleece-lined leather, warm from his body heat and nicely oversized, the cuffs extending past your knuckles.

“Thank you, Li,” you mumble, taking hold of his arm. “I really didn’t want to go home with that guy.”

“Of course, sweetheart. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

You continue to tell him how you feel. “You’re such a good guy, you know. Always looking out for everyone. S’ why I like you so much. Well, that ‘n your eyes.”

“My eyes?” he asks casually, as if you hadn’t just drunkenly confessed to having a crush on him.

You hum in affirmation. “They’re really pretty. Like the ocean. Reminds me of home.”

You cover a yawn with a sleeved hand, exhausted, but keep walking alongside him. The alcohol may have lowered your inhibitions, but he still can’t help but feel a little squeeze of pride that you trust him to do the right thing, to take care of you in your vulnerable state.

You don’t protest, or seem to notice at all, that he’s headed in the opposite direction of the dorms — to the healers’ quadrant, instead. 

You continue holding onto him as he leads you into the infirmary and explains to one of the healers what’s going on.

After a quick glance at you and a flip through your patient file, she identifies the problem: “We gave her a medication last week that shouldn’t be mixed with alcohol — it makes one glass feel like five. She’ll be fine in the morning, just really hungover, but she can’t go out drinking again for a while yet. Make sure she gets some water, and plenty of sleep.”

Liam nods, thanking her.

“She’s lucky to have such a good boyfriend to take care of her.”

Liam doesn’t correct her, just offers her a smile and another thank you before he leads you back across the campus to your room.

Thankfully you’re cognizant enough to unlock the door yourself, and you move to sit on your bed as soon as it’s in your sight.

He uncaps your water bottle, finding it half-full. “You should have some water,” he coaxes, extending it to you. 

You comply, emptying it slowly. 

He certainly isn’t going to change your clothes for you, and you look too exhausted and unsteady to do it yourself, so he settles for tugging off your boots and setting them next to the pile of shoes by the door. You can sleep in your outside clothes for the night and just wash your sheets tomorrow.

He picks your stuffed dragon up off of the desk, handing it to you — you hum happily, hugging it to your chest as you lay down. “You gonna be okay?” He asks softly.

Another hum in affirmation as your eyes start to close. 

“Alright. Blythe can have Deigh wake me up if you need me, okay?”

“Mmkay,” you murmur. “Thank you, Li.”

He lays a featherlight kiss on your forehead, draping a blanket over you. “Get some sleep, pretty girl. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[first-edition]

if you still take requests and ofc if you're willing to, could you please do a one shot of sandor clegane x f reader with lactation kink? like they're married & he survived (post got) and have children - type of scenario?🤍

OFCOURSE omg. Firstly thank you to @dat1angel aka my bestie for helping me figure this out as I’ve never wrote a lactation kink fic before but it was fun.

MINORS DNI

Cw- pinv unprotected, fem reader, pregnant reader, lactation kink, consumption of human milk, Husband a wife ,mother and father , with little plot, not proof reader sorry for any error as usual i write this shit at 3 am usually lol.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Sandor holds your waist as you grind against him. His cock has been buried in your cunt for over an hour and just being able to watch you riding him is enough to keep him hard and cum better than he ever has.

You’ve had the greatest honor in giving him two sons both of which are old enough to be riding thier own horses and exploring the village under the supervision of the guards you have at the castle and that is where they are now. Exploring the village as the festival goes on.

You’ve become pregnant with sanders third child only a few months ago your belly every growing as you prepare to give birth once again. Sandro cannot help the fact that he is utterly obsessed with your plump state. How you flesh grows softer and your body becomes rounder in support of the little life he helped create inside you.

Any chance he gets he. Has you strip and dance for him the new baby fat perfectly giving you more curves than before. Even now as he groans under you his large hand grips the flesh of your waist once in a while giving your apple ass a slap causing your cunt to clench around him as you jump.

You open your eyes only to see him lustfully starring back at you his hand exploring your sides feelign every inch of you. His actions and look of adoration makes you smile but that smile fade when you feel liquid secrete from your breast your face reddens as cover your chest gasps about to get off your husband in embarrassment.

But he grips you still and sits you looking you square in the eyes before he runs his thumb over your hardened nipple taking your breast into hand.

“Fuck…we cant let this go to wast now can we.” He speaks before dipping down and licking the liquid off. The sweet taste of your milk coating his tounge as he moves to the other.

He groans as he sucks on it wanting more. You moan out as he then turns your both over so he’s on top only to pull his lips away for one second to being fucking up into you relentlessly your tits begin bouncing up as he does.

He grips one and massages it causing more milk to seep out. He quickly laps it up and does the same with the other. Somehow keeping control as he roughly fucks you. Drinking up your sweet nectar. You clown at him and moan out as he continues to stimulate you.

“Fuck you taste like gold!” He groans deeply continuing to feast.

“Ah-ah s-Sandor i-“ you trail off as your toes curl and your pussy clenches. The sensation of your orgasm washed over you in shock causing your back to arch only giving your husband better access to your breasts.

Moments later his thrusts falter and hes cumming up in you making sure you get all of his seed despite being currently pregnant.

You pant as you stay in place for a moment. Sandro comes off your boob with a light ‘pop’ you look to him as his lips and chin are coated in a sheen as he licks off the access. You glance down at your chest seeing it littered with mini bruises from his rough suckling.

You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him too you kissing his lips deeply tasting your own on him. And fuck he was right.

You do taste like gold.

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Acquiescent

Pairing: Yeonjun x F!Reader

genre(s)/au(s): Non-idol au/Smut

word count: 2879

Trigger/Smut (if applicable) warnings: 

Rating: R

Synopsis/Summary: A night out with friends peaks your younger friend's interest in what it might be like to be a with an older woman.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, vulgar language, sexual language, reader is older than Yeonjun, mentions of drinking, mature 18+ minors DNI. Reader calls Jun baby boy, good boy, use of pet names.

A/N: This was supposed to be for Kinktober for @whatudowhennooneseesyou but I failed her completely and I'm so sorry. It's unedited and I am le struggle lately for writing but I wanted to get it out!

It would be nothing without @sanjoongie though and I want to say Happy Birthday again, even though you knew I was already writing this. You truly made me actually finish this. This fic was always with you in mind 🤍💜🤍

@frenchkisstheabyss and @yoonguurt thank you both so very much for beta reading this, I appreciate you both so very much!!

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The sounds of laughter and glasses clinking fill the small restaurant as the drinks are refilled around your small gathering.

You hold your glass steady as your friend pours for you, tittering in delight at the topic being discussed.  

“Oh come on, you can’t be serious.” Ty says as she sets down the bottle of soju, returning to her mimosa.  

“He probably is. Some men don’t even know about that kind of thing.” Nari adds wryly, sipping her gin and tonic as she leans back to study the man in question.

You can’t help but grin as she glances at Hyunjin, shaking your head at the knowing look they share.

“With all the women flocking to you, I can’t imagine you’ve never-” you start, raising an eyebrow as you speak.

“Look-just because I’ve been approached alot doesn’t mean…” he interrupts, a red starting to stain his cheeks.  

“Why are we even talking about this?” Changbin chimes in, his signature pout making an appearance as his own cheeks darken.

Suppressing a giggle, you can only shake your head at them.  

“Honestly, always being in control is tiring.” Seungmin finally pipes up, shrugging as he sips his beer.  

Nodding at him as you raise your glass, he clinks his against yours without a hint of shame.  

Ty bumps your shoulder as she raises her chin to Yeonjun, eyeing him with amusement.  

“It’s all those younger girls, Jun.  You need an older woman to show you what you’re missing. ” She states, leaning back and smirking, kicking you under the table.

Nari just snickers along with everyone else as half of the table just erupts into loud noises as everyone tries to change the topic even as Wooyoung and Beomgyu come close to shattering a nearby window with their laughter.

Sighing at her blatant comment, you just decide to join the fun as the conversation continues around you.

Leaning over almost conspiratorially, you give Yeonjun a once over as you whisper-

“Noone’s ever had you beneath them as they stroked your pretty hair and called you their good little boy? Shame.” 

You can’t help the rush of pleasure at his reaction: those big brown eyes widening, the parted lips, the flush of heat to his cheeks, those adorable front teeth sinking into the plump flesh of his lower lip as he tries to adjust himself across from you.  

Ty and Nari knew all too well your little attraction to Yeonjun.

Shit, all the men surrounding you both were attractive, but there was something about the man currently avoiding eye contact across from you right now that had you smacking yourself out of your delusions more often than not.

He was younger than you, and he was always surrounded by beautiful women.  

Why not?

Between him and Wooyoung, there was a certain amount of charisma that just made people want to be around them.

But they were your friends, fantasies be damned.

Still, getting that adorable reaction to your words…you couldn’t help but feel a slight giddiness from it.

Or maybe it was just the drink.

It takes two sets of knocks to draw your attention from the draft you’re editing on your computer, the second set louder and more demanding.

“Mmm-yeah yeah, coming!”  you say aloud, taking a moment to change a sentence before you finally disengage from your work.  

Checking the time on your phone as you approach the door, you’re momentarily stunned to see it’s past 11pm.

Without a second thought, you yank open the door to a sight that is entirely unexpected.

It takes your brain a moment to process the tall man standing in your hallway, his eyes wide as he freezes at the sight of you.

“Yeonjun?” you say, glancing at your phone once more as if it has all the answers.

Yep, 11:32pm.  

“Hi.” He says simply, looking suddenly nervous and lost.

“Hi…? Is something wrong? It’s late…and I don’t think you’ve ever come over alone?” You inquire, tilting your head at the seemingly anxious man fidgeting before you.

“No! …yes? Maybe-I….I have to know-” he stutters out, and you can’t help but giggle at his sudden agitation and his inability to look at you.

“Well come inside, jeez. I don’t mean to laugh but-” you shrug, grasping his hand and tugging him inside.

“Can I get you a drink?” You ask him as his gaze darts around your place.

He merely shakes his head, his eyes finally resting on you as you look at him curiously.

He suddenly smiles, shaking his head as he runs his hand over his face.  

“I must be insane…” He murmurs, confusing you even more.

“Junnie?” you ask, taking a step towards him in concern.  

Maybe something really was wrong, and he’d come to you for advice about something.  

You likely shouldn’t laugh at him, so you find yourself reaching out to brush back the little strands of hair falling over his forehead as you test his temperature.

Unexpectedly, his entire body jerks at this gesture.

“Fuck-I just-” he catches your wrist, backing you into the nearest wall, his throat working as his eyes drift down your body.

Realization kicks in all at once, making you dizzy.

Here you were at 11pm, wearing only a tshirt and panties, with a sexy man all but pinning you to your wall.

Not a baggy t-shirt either, heat creeping up your neck as he studies you.  

Normally you could care less what others think of your curves, how your comfy clothes hug your contours, the way your nipples poke through the filmy material of the top with nothing between to shield them from sight.

Curves weren’t friends to gravity and the only thing keeping you from spilling out was the flimsy fabric holding your tits up.

Shaking off the mild self consciousness, you patiently let him take the sight of you in as you study him in return.

The tiny little noise leaving his throat as he rakes his gaze over you has your lips curling, a warmth pooling in your lower stomach as you finally come to terms with his reaction.

“Do you normally show up to women’s apartments and ogle them this late at night?” you chastise him, clucking your tongue and raising your eyebrow at the hand holding your wrist.

His eyes snap to yours, his cheeks flushing in shame as he drops your wrist like he’s been burned.  

“No-I just...I’m sorry, my head is a mess after-” he halts, turning his gaze from you as he attempts to take a step back.

Amusement swirls with desire as you watch him fumble with his words, embarrassment clearly washing over him.  

Before he can put any more distance between you, you step forward, reaching out to slip your palm against his cheek to turn his face back to yours.  

Wide, dark eyes meet yours as your thumb caresses his cheekbone, not wanting to give him the chance to back down now.

“After what, Yeonjun?” You all but purr at him, drawing out his name purposefully.  

Your nipples brush his chest as you close the remaining distance between you both, reveling in how his lashes flutter at your simple touch.  

A strangled noise escapes his throat as you press more firmly against him, his obvious arousal telling you everything you need to know.

Yet…you want to hear him say it.

“Use your words, Junnie…be a good boy.” You hum at him as his trembling hands hesitantly come up to rest on your hips. 

His hooded eyes seem to darken as the soft breath leaving him tickles your lips, your proximity allowing you the chance to study his handsome face up close.

You can’t stop from tracing a finger over the sweet little freckle below his eye as the younger man struggles with his words.  

“I…want to know…” he rasps out, voice heavy as his fingers tease over your hips.

You nod as he formulates his words, tracing his cheek until you can brush the pad of your thumb over his lush lower lip.  

“I understand.” You hum, deciding to stop torturing him as his dark eyes all but plead with you to put him out of his misery.

Before another word is uttered, you are backing him up into your room, to the edge of your bed where the back of his knees hit the mattress.  

“You’re not drunk are you, Jun?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him as he sits down heavily onto your bed.  

Shaking his head emphatically, he only lets out a small noise of denial as his hooded gaze rakes over your body.  

“Good…we can’t have that.” Your words are soft, gentle, as you run your fingers into his dark hair, allowing him a moment to take you in.

“You’re incredible…” he hums, his hands reaching out to seek the plushness of your hips again.  

“Mmm…why thank you, Jun��but why don’t you lie back and let me appreciate how delicious you are tonight, hm?”  

His pleading eyes meet yours as your lips twitch up into a smile, running your fingers along his wide shoulders before you gently press him back down onto the bed.

“That’s why you’re here, to be my good boy and obey, right?” You murmur, admiring the long, lean man as he falls back onto your pile of pillows.  

Gods, the way you’ve always imagined him this way, high cheekbones flushed with arousal, pouty lips pink, that tongue darting out to wet them as a small whine of need thrums from his throat.  

The dark tendrils of his silky hair contrast the white fluffy pillows as he sinks into them, adjusting himself so he’s spread out before you like the most enticing buffet.

Words aren’t spoken as you climb onto the bed with him, parting his knees so you can position yourself between his legs, the soft give of the mattress making way for you to settle in nicely.  

Every hitch of his breath only spurs you on, taking your time as you place your hands on his chest, running them down to the waistband of his jeans only to tease at the button.

“Please-” He whimpers, a single lift of his hips punctuating the request. 

“You’ve never had anyone take their time with you, have you?” You ask him, toying with the pull of his zipper as you release the small metal button.  

He shakes his head, the irresistible pout almost sending you spiraling as his front teeth sink into the plump flesh.  

Tearing your gaze from his handsome face, you trail your eyes down his long body, finally taking in how much the poor man is straining against the material of his jeans.  

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” You ask softly as you slowly tug down his zipper, flicking your eyes up to see his reaction to everything.

His eyes are glazed and shining brightly, throat working as little gasps and moans escape from him.  

“Yes…fuck …. Yes I can’t stop…” He groans, anticipation parting his lips as you tug down his jeans from his lean hips.  

“What did you think about, Jun?” you ask as you lean back and tug them off completely, tossing them to the side.  

It’s your turn to bite your lip now, admiring how his erection fills his boxer briefs, twitching seemingly with every little touch and word you speak.

“So many things-” He swallows, words cutting off as you press your palm gently to the throbbing bulge, running your hand up gently as his back arches from the friction.

“You look so sexy like this, Junnie…like you’re going to come undone just from a simple touch from me.”

His lashes flutter as you bring your fingertips to the waist of his underwear, teasing along the line of skin there.  

“Please…please-” he mewls, his begging turning to tiny moans as you finally give in and tug down the fabric keeping him from you.

Without hesitation, you wrap your fingers around his thick length and stroke gently from the base to tip.  

A strangled moan leaves your lovers’ lips as you twist your wrist, collecting the warm precum leaking from him to coat your palm.  

“You’re so pretty, Yeonjun.  Do you like it when I touch you like this?” You ask him softly.

His head jerks as he nods frantically, his hips lifting gently from the bed as your hand runs back down his length.  

“Fuck-yes-feels so good.” He whimpers, practically thrusting into your hand.

You just smile at his urgency, biting your lip at the sight of him writhing for you like this.

Dropping your free hand, you cup his tightening balls in your hand, kneading them gently as you watch his throbbing cock leak even more for you.

“Oh FUCK!” He moans loudly, eyes flashing open to look at you, then down to what you’re doing to him.  

Waves of pleasure wash over your body as you scan down his body, biting your lip as you work your magic with your fingers.

“Remove your shirt.” You all but demand, and he does so without a second thought, tossing it aside before falling back against your pillow.

At this point, you’ve soaked your panties through and your inner thighs are starting to get tacky, all because of the sexy man spread naked before you.

His cheeks are completely flushed now, hair fanned out across the pillow, arms beside him as he grasps at the sheets.  

“Good boy…” You coo at him, breath catching as his hips jerk, his stomach muscles clenching deliciously.  

“So close-” He whines, as his cock throbs in your grip.  

“Not yet, baby boy.  You can hold on for me, right?” You ask him gently, slowing down then removing your hands from him completely.

The loss of contact has his eyes pleading with you, little noises mixed with his panting as he reaches for you.  

“I need you-” He begs, and you can only give him a soft smile as you climb up him, positioning your knees on either side of his hips.  

Your stomach flips, internally tense and as needy as he is but you want to make sure this is all for him tonight.  

As soon as you straddle him, his hands are roaming up your sides to the sides of your tits, using his thumbs to skim your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.  

“You’re so fucking sexy…” He breathes out, his teeth biting his lower lip as you rock your hips along his cock.  

“So wet for you, Junnie…” You hum, reaching between you to push your panties to the side for him.  

His lips part in anticipation as you guide him to your cunt, lifting slightly to rub the head against your folds before slowly sinking down his length.  

Your cries mix with his as he enters you, his hands immediately leaving your tits to grasp your ass as he sits up and his mouth meets yours.  

Before you can even recover from the stretch of his cock, he’s crying out your name as he buries his face in your tits, his fingers digging into your asscheeks.

You allow him to guide your movements as you rock your hips, your fingers entwining in his silky hair.  

“God you’re so fucking hot, baby boy-” You cry out, already feeling the coiled tension building in your lower stomach, “Doing so good for me, that’s it-”

His words are unintelligible as his moans and cries build, his mouth occupied by wetting your clothed nipples, nipping his way up to your neck to bury his face as you begin to clench around him.

“Oh god, oh fuck, fuck -please-” he whimpers as you finally feel the cord within you snap, clamping tightly around him as your climax causes you to go tense in his arms.  

Wordless cries echo off the walls as his breath starts hitching, pulling back to watch your face contort in pleasure.

“I’m gonna-gonna cum, fuck!” He cries out.

Grasping a handful of his hair, you immediately lift off him, reaching down quickly to jerk him to completion as his eyes roll back in his head.

Hot, thick spurts coat your hand as he whimpers and whines, choked gasps finally devolving into panting as your movements slow, little shivers shaking his body with every stroke.

“Good boy, Junnie.  Shhh,” you coo at him, loosening your grip in his hair to smooth it and pet him, placing small kisses to his temples, then his cheeks, finally brushing your mouth over his plush lips.  

“Mmmmmmpphhmmm…” is the only noise he can manage as you both collapse onto the pillows, your fingers still teasing along his length.

Each little quake and gasp from the overstimulation just has you smiling as you admire the spent man beside you.

“Say it again, please…” he whispers, opening those dark eyes to gaze at you in awe.

“Ask nicely.” You hum, bringing your messy fingers up to taste his mess.

His eyes roll and it takes him a moment to recover from the sight, but then he finally responds.

“Please say it again….mistress.” 

“Good boy.” You croon at him, a sly smile creeping across your lips.

“Let’s see how good you can be….it’s going to be a long night.” 

[turtlesandfrogs]

Started the day by reading this article from the NY times, and I'm frankly, disturbed.

Some highlights:

"For decades, farmers across America have been encouraged by the federal government to spread municipal sewage on millions of acres of farmland as fertilizer. It was rich in nutrients, and it helped keep the sludge out of landfills."

Which I knew, and I knew that there were concerns about contaminants from like, the medications people were on. But human waste is part of the nutrient cycle, and it always made sense to me that it should be throughly composted and returned to agricultural lands, and I assumed that people in general were taking the steps necessary to make it safe.

But here's what I didn't know:

"The 1972 Clean Water Act had required industrial plants to start sending their wastewater to treatment plants instead of releasing it into rivers and streams, which was a win for the environment but also produced vast new quantities of sludge that had to go somewhere."

Which, yay, no longer polluting bodies of water, but now that means we're applying industrial waste water to agricultural lands. And have been since 1972. Which leads to this situation, among many others, I'm sure:

"The sludge that allegedly contaminated the Colemans’ farm came from the City of Fort Worth water district, which treats sewage from more than 1.2 million people, city records show. Its facility also accepts effluent from industries including aerospace, defense, oil and gas, and auto manufacturing. Synagro takes the sludge and treats it (though not for PFAS, as it’s not required by law) then distributes it as fertilizer."

So here's what some states are doing:

"In Michigan, among the first states to investigate the chemicals in sludge fertilizer, officials shut down one farm where tests found particularly high concentrations in the soil and in cattle that grazed on the land. This year, the state prohibited the property from ever again being used for agriculture. Michigan hasn’t conducted widespread testing at other farms, partly out of concern for the economic effects on its agriculture industry.

In 2022, Maine banned the use of sewage sludge on agricultural fields. It was the first state to do so and is the only state to systematically test farms for the chemicals. Investigators have found contamination on at least 68 of the more than 100 farms checked so far, with some 1,000 sites still to be tested.

“Investigating PFAS is like opening Pandora’s box,” said Nancy McBrady, deputy commissioner of Maine’s Department of Agriculture."

This is fun:

"The E.P.A. is currently studying the risks posed by PFAS in sludge fertilizer (which the industry calls biosolids) to determine if new rules are necessary.

The agency continues to promote its use on cropland, though elsewhere it has started to take action. In April, it ordered utilities to slash PFAS levels in drinking water to near zero and designated two types of the chemical as hazardous substances that must be cleaned up by polluters. The agency now says there is no safe level of PFAS for humans...

It’s difficult to know how much fertilizer sludge is used nationwide, and E.P.A. data is incomplete. The fertilizer industry says more than 2 million dry tons were used on 4.6 million acres of farmland in 2018. And it estimates that farmers have obtained permits to use sewage sludge on nearly 70 million acres, or about a fifth of all U.S. agricultural land."

There's more, but I wanted to condense it at least a little bit. I am glad we're raising awareness, and I'm glad we're starting to regular the amount in our drinking water, and I hope that we'll find a way to actually deal with PFAS. I am so frustrated that people are exposed in the first place, and in nigh inescapable ways.

Also, to all those people who were like, oh, organic isn't at all healthier for consumers? Guess what the organic standards don't allow to be applied?

[delirious-donna]

Chapter 2: The First Bite

pairing: vamp!Kakashi Hatake x female reader

“I’ll say this only once… tell me to stop and I will honour your request. I will leave and never return; you will think of me as a passing fantasy and no more. But…” He paused for a beat. “If I have you now, then I will return again and again.”

The house was perfect. Love at first sight. A long abandoned stately home would be the perfect place to plant your roots and focus on your writing. There's only one problem... someone already lives there, and he can't wait to meet you.

wc: 4.5k

tw: vampire AU, smut throughout, strangers to lovers, blood drinking, pervert Kakashi, dream sexy times, glove kink, male fully clothed, female close to naked, pussy eating, Kakashi hides his face cause he's a dummy, orgasm control, implied punishment, slight Dom vibes, clit pinching, nipple play, biting, reader described as curvy

Part One | Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Part Three

You awoke feeling more tired than when you went to bed the previous night.

Your body felt heavy and sluggish as you sat up from the warm cocoon of blankets twisted around you. The constant ringing of the alarm clock was shrill, setting your teeth on edge and sending a wave of irritation rippling through you.

It was unlike you to feel this grumpy come morning, yet you were unable to shake the uncharacteristic foul mood that had set in.

Flash-like memories of your dream kept popping into your head at the most inopportune moments. Errant visions of black gloves accosted you whilst arranging the wealth of books you called your personal library, distracting you enough to miss the edge of the shelf and resulting in a book landing on your foot with a thud. You cursed for being barefoot, hopping for a second and watching as a mark appeared from the corner of the spine that briefly imbedded into the top of your foot.

Continuing to grumble, you bent at the waist and grabbed up the offending book to examine it… ‘The Vampire Lestat’.

Smiling fondly, you pushed it into place with a resigned shake of your head. Would you ever be truly over your obsession with vampire fiction? Probably not. There would likely always be a part of you that held a candle for the many male vampire characters in the books you had favoured growing up and into early adulthood.

You would always be a sucker—pun intended—for those dark, brooding men and their beloved soulmates that always managed to reveal the good lurking in the recesses of their withered hearts.

Quite suddenly, the thought of one day writing your own novel with a vampire lead popped into your head. The question was… would your publisher go for it?

A thought for another time.

A time when you could better plot out a story and weigh up your odds in succeeding in a genre that you held close to your heart.

~

Kakashi spent the day engaged in a futile attempt to sleep.

The rage of being interrupted by that damn ringing alarm clock had come with the threat of ripping apart his concealed room, which, of course, might have revealed his presence to you. He might have been torn apart with burning annoyance when your mind had shoved him out, but he had no desire to put himself in a position of discovery—not yet.

He was not aided by your appalling choice in music.

The entire house was filled with the loud thumping bass that bothered his sensitive ears and soured his mood all the more. Not for the first time he punched at his pillow and watched feathers escape to flutter towards the floor. He had to calm down, that much he knew.

He wanted another chance to infiltrate your dreams and if you were to be put on alert by too many unidentified noises, it would be more difficult. There was also his bone deep concern over what actions he might take if he were to go to you in his current mood.

It wasn’t a risk worth taking.

Whilst there was undeniable thrill in instilling a hint of fear, that was a game to be played once you trusted him, once you knew you were safe in his capable hands. Kakashi had to develop that bond a little more before he played his hand. If he ever did… the mean little voice in his head whispered.

As the music penetrated every room of the grand house, he let out a sigh of relief when it changed to something softer, more melodic. A female voice sang of rainstorms and soft kisses, it was enough to finally allow the poor vampire the respite of sleep. The darkness approached, and he accepted it with open arms.

It was close to midnight when he awoke once more. His mind instantly sent out feelers for your presence, humming in contentment when he sensed you in the bathroom. Once he was certain you were decent, he was a gentleman after all, he sent a projection of himself to observe you silently.

He watched from his shadowy hiding place whilst you brushed your teeth and scowled at your reflection in the mirror for some unknowable reason. Without wasting time, he sent a pulse of power to the dratted alarm clock in the adjoining room, disabling the wretched thing with a smirk of satisfaction when it gave a low whine of failure.

The stage was set and now all he had to do was wait for you to climb into bed.

Kakashi’s fingers tightened into the sheets below him, fighting the natural, or unnatural, urge to go to you physically. In his head he knew that it was not yet time for that, it would be far too much to expect you to welcome him with open arms and an equally open mind to his rather unusual condition.

Instead, he watched as you exited the bathroom, an audible groan of appreciation rumbling out of his throat at the sight of you. Gone was the unflattering baggy t-shirt from the previous night, replaced by a black satin nightdress.

His mouth watered for a taste, gaze falling to the mid-thigh hem and the lace that edged the delicate garment. Your breasts moved naturally as you strode towards the bed dominating the room, plush thighs rubbing against one another and my god, he didn’t think you could look any more appetising. He couldn’t help but think that you had listened to his requests and that had him smiling to himself, excited for what was to come.

~

The heaviness of sleep pressed upon you quickly, far faster than last night and maybe that was your unspoken desire to see if you could recreate the scene from your dreams.

Your final thoughts, as you settled into the soft comfort of your bed, were that it seemed ridiculous to dress so alluringly at the hope for a chance at one more steamy dream with the mysterious stranger from the previous night…

Once again, you stood frozen in place. Your surroundings nothing but a black abyss that strangely didn’t feel unnerving in the way you thought it might. Casting your gaze downward, your body appeared dressed in the same nightdress you had gone to bed wearing. Your skin displayed in far too a revealing manner to be appropriate, and every inch tingled with awareness—waiting.

Just when you thought your impatience would get the better of you, a sudden presence made the hair on the nape of your neck stand on end. A shudder that spoke far more of pleasure than fear rippled down your spine.

A strong arm wrapped around your front, gloved fingers holding your upper arm firmly but not indelicately, until your back met the very solid front of the body behind you.

Your breathing hitched into your throat.

Your heart beating faster and faster.

The tickle of black fabric being drawn around your shoulders—a cape—aroused you further, a head of silver hair dropping to your shoulder, a rough voice by your ear.

“You listened. I can’t express how pleased that makes me,” he enthused with a noise you could only describe as a growl.

Only a barely heard whisper escaped. “W-who exactly are you?”

The graze of sharp teeth against the shell of your ear froze the breath in your throat. A heat so decadent you flushed from the embarrassment of it, pooled between the apex of your thighs. It was your same stranger, the very same man from the previous night and it seemed totally irrational that you should desire hearing his praise—his admiration.

A deep chuckle was the only response. His hands roamed freely over your body, unseen given the cover of the cape and that only made it hotter. Exploratory fingers inched towards the hem of your nightgown, rich cotton grazed your skin and left you with the involuntary thought of what his naked touch would be like. Would it be smooth or calloused, rough or gentle? So many variables, and each answer completely unknown.

“Won’t you answer me?”

In the next second, a blinding light fizzled and forced your eyelids closed, and that was the moment your back met a soft surface, gone was the sturdy body. Blinking, you realised you were in your bed, but the sheets were bunched and twisted like someone hid beneath them, by your legs.

With your heart thundering in your ears, you tried to throw the covers back only to discover your hands were held immobile above your head. There was no restraint, yet every attempt at lowering them failed, resulting with an amused chuckle from the lump beneath the sheets.

Warm breath fanned your skin, lips cooler than you thought possible peppered your thighs with soft wet kisses and left you feeling exposed in a deliciously forbidden way you had never felt before.

Your dream man came to rest between your thighs, prying them gently apart whenever you tried to keep them shut. There was no force, only the subtlest coaxing required to have you comply, and that charged your skin with a heat that washed from your head right down to your toes. His nose pressed against the delicate flesh of your inner thigh, inhaling in a way that you could only describe as scenting. The result was a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest and created a decedent moisture only a few inches from his face.

Those gloved hands moved the satin hem of your nightdress higher, teasingly slow and deliberate until you knew the cotton of your underwear was entirely exposed. Your ragged panting rang through the air, neck straining as you tried to lift your head and look down the line of your body although there was nothing to see but the bedsheets.

A heated whisper stalled the breath in your throat, all movement paused as if the moment was suspended into a bubble impenetrable by time and space.

“I’ll say this only once… tell me to stop and I will honour your request. I will leave and never return; you will think of me as a passing fantasy and no more. But…” He paused for a beat. “If I have you now, then I will return again and again.”

The words sent a storm of sensations and emotions through your mind and body, fear of the unknown mingled in a strange dance with unadulterated lust. It left you squirming against the invisible bonds and your mind reeling over the implications of what was heavily implied by his words.

Would you give yourself to this man? Not just right now, but at any time he saw fit. Did he even exist or was this some elaborate plot concocted by the depths of your subconscious? What sane person would agree to such terms? But if it was only in your dreams… where was the harm?

You couldn’t deny the desire to uncover what would happen if you agreed to his proposal any longer. Taking the bull by the horns—metaphorically, of course—you yelled your agreement whilst your toes curled into the mattress with anticipation.

He smiled against your skin, the sharp points of his teeth grazing carefully over the area where the vein located in your inner thigh resided. The cool sensation of his lips pressing wet kisses had you shudder, excitement running the length of your spine whilst heat pooled at your core, soaking the cotton. Your fantasy lover moved with the grace of a predator, stalking its prey until the ridge of his nose rubbed against the damp seat of your underwear.

A shiver coursed his spine as he nuzzled your arousal-soaked panties, fingers curling into the waistband and peeling them down your legs until they seemed to melt into nonexistence. He ran his thumb across your mound and lower to part your folds. It was followed almost immediately by the brush of his tongue.

Your spine arched, the invisible bindings tightening around your wrists but not painfully so, simply a reminder that you were captured and at the mercy of your mysterious lover. In truth, you weren’t seeking freedom to run from the sensations racking your body, but instead, you longed to card your fingers through his hair. You wanted to tug him closer when his tongue swirled around and around your clit, teasing you mercilessly…

With time, what had started as tentative became demanding.

A deep knot of pleasure grew steadily in the pit of your stomach, twisting tighter with the vigour with which he kissed, licked and sucked at your pussy. The deep guttural groans that resounded loudly from his throat simply added to the experience, the vibrations ripping mewls of delight from your mouth until you were panting hard.

Time seemed to suspend, frozen in a moment that you had no desire to ever escape from. Just as you were becoming accustomed to the way he made out with your pussy; he changed things up. Two gloved fingers slid over your skin, collecting the saliva and arousal until they were slippery and notched at your entrance. They thrust roughly past the first few inches of resistance, stretching your hole to accommodation and you flushed furiously at how willingly your body yielded to the intrusion.

The methodical curling motion had him pressing up against your swollen, gummy pleasure spot in rapid succession—over and over without faltering—until you were panting out heavy breaths that told far more than you wanted.

As if he could read your thoughts, a commanding growl cut through the air. “Don’t cum. Do you hear me?”

When you didn’t immediately answer, you felt a pinching sensation as your clit was assaulted wordlessly. You squeaked and wriggled until a palm weighed flush atop your abdomen. What came next startled you far more than anything up to this point… your name flowed past their lips with a sound like velvet brushing hardwood.

“… answer me.”

“How? Oh, fuck! I won’t… ah—it’s hard! Wanna so bad.” Your alarmed confusion meddled with the exertion of keeping your orgasm at bay, the pit of pleasure twisting your insides into knots.

A pleased hum brushed your core, the lick of his tongue painting the inside of your thigh followed by a sharp nip and another more forceful lick to drive away the sting.

“Atta girl.”

It was all you could do to hold onto your sanity. With the continued precise movements rubbing and prodding at your g-spot, your vision winked with vivid stars. The desire to squeeze your thighs closed was almost overwhelming, even though you knew full well it would never be allowed. You were being plied with the most deliciously erotic experience in your life and for some unfathomable reason, you wanted to please him.

You wanted to please this perfect stranger. A stranger who you had only caught the briefest glimpses of. Why were you so intrigued by them? It felt like a magnetic draw, a thread of something you couldn’t name weaving around you to bind yourself to him, and where there should have been fear… it was absent.

It was obvious to you both that you would not last much longer. You were straying perilously past your limit, and with the first display of mercy, he ended your torment. Soft as petal lips suckled your throbbing clit, drawing the bud into his mouth and caressing it with firm care until you finally fell apart.

A void so black you didn’t know which way was up or down greeted you. All you could hear were your own anguished cries of bliss, the pleasure spreading out like shockwaves through a body of water. They rippled from your centre to the tips of your fingers and toes, bringing with them the sheer magnitude of an orgasm unlike any you had experienced before.

Slowly, your senses returned and tripped you into the warm embrace of being licked so thoroughly that you were certain he hadn’t missed a single drop of your arousal. Your skin tingled from the start of overstimulation, hips wriggling for a fraction of reprieve that didn’t come.

Your highly sensitive skin continued to be tortured; his tongue, teeth and slick-soaked fingers working in tandem to pull a pathetic wail from your throat. Only then did he hum in satisfaction, the strokes softening and slowing until they were merely pets of contentment.

The covers rustled, once forgotten now they were the sole focus of your attention. Your eyes shot wide, glancing down the line of your heaving body to spy a head of messy silver hair. Afraid if you blinked you would miss it, you willed your eyes to stay open as the man between your thighs lifted his head. Intense charcoal eyes burrowed into you, holding your gaze until the slightest crinkle formed at the outside corners. A thin black mask hid the lower half of his face, the fabric darker around the contours of his mouth from the juices you had leaked, and he had hungrily lapped up.

He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, and you couldn’t even see all of him.

The outline of a strong jaw caught your attention, your gaze flicking over his features with an appreciation you didn’t think possible. Those dark eyes hooded over, the sleek silver of his eyebrow rising like he knew exactly what you were thinking—and not for the first time. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

“To answer your earlier question, I am Kakashi Hatake. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he purred the last sentiment whilst his heated gaze roamed your face and down the side of your neck to stop just short of ogling your décolletage.

The man named Kakashi moved too quickly for you to follow. His masked face was now mere inches from yours, the smell of him mingled with the tantalising aroma of your own arousal. It coaxed you to inhale more deeply, the warm fragrance of summer sunsets and cherry blossoms in bloom sparked in your mind.

He rubbed his nose along yours before moving towards your neck and collarbone. Speaking directly into your skin, the fine hairs raised into a march of goosebumps. “I’m afraid you’ve been rather naughty, my dear. I do hope you’ll take your punishment like a good girl, you will, won’t you?”

A tendril of fear unfurled in your stomach; eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He spoke so softly, yet the words were heated and held promise of retribution. Your wrists rubbed together as your fight or flight response kicked into gear, resulting in a dark rumble of laughter that further twisted your stomach into knots.

“What do you mean?”

Kakashi slipped a finger beneath the thin strap of your nightgown, toying with it whilst he met your puzzled stare with mischief burning in those expressive grey eyes.

“Well… I think I made it perfectly clear that you were to hold your orgasm, and what did you do?” He crooned at you, voice teasingly sweet.

“I-I couldn’t! You were deliberately—aah!” The rest of your rebuttal died with your yelp of surprise. One smooth movement and your dream partner had snapped the strap he had been playing with and moved to repeat the process on the other one.

“Tsk tsk. Are you really arguing with me when I just spent the better half of my night drinking down your arousal?”

Your chin angled in a way that had you been in your right mind, you knew it would appear petulant. Kakashi wasn’t going to overlook it, and you would find that out. He grasped at your chin, bringing your gaze back to him, canting his head with a subtle disbelieving shake. If you didn’t hear the quiet huff of laughter, you might have thought he was truly mad.

“Mind your manners, sweetheart. I’m not always this lenient,” he intoned calmly.

You sighed— breathless, compliant—so unlike the norm. What harm would it do to further submit to him? You wanted to. You wouldn’t admit it, even to yourself, but you wanted to see what might happen next.

Mesmerised, you watched as those gloved fingers curled into the low neckline of your nightwear, pulling it down until it covered barely your midriff. Your skin tingled; nipples tightening into stiff peaks from his hungry gaze alone. His forefinger circled around your areola, hummed appreciation twisting your stomach into knots so complex that even the most adept sailor would struggle to untie them.

“Beautiful. So sensitive. Do you like to have them sucked? Oh…” Kakashi groaned when you whimpered in reply, your spine arching from the sheets in anticipation.

“Do you always speak such filth?”

Instead of answering, he dipped his head and lowered his mask, suckling a tender bud into his mouth. His lips were cool but his tongue molten hot. The contrast was a delicious surprise that stole the air from your lungs, and only stoked your desires to be able to thread your fingers through his hair.

Would you push him away or tug him closer? Was that even a question you needed to ask yourself? No. You knew that given the choice you would card through the silver forest of his hair until you were forcing him closer and closer.

With a deliberate wet pop, he released your taut nipple, nosing at the swollen skin and turning his face up to you slowly after pulling the mask back into place. The oxygen froze in your chest, your throat constricted and blood pumping noisily through your veins.

You were met with red eyes.

Blood red.

Crimson.

Carmine.

Vermillion.

Scarlet.

Every possible shade of red flitted through his irises, the swollen black pupils blown but not enough to disguise the stark colour staring intently at you.

“W-who are you?”

Again, he refused to answer. Truthfully, there wasn’t an answer in the universe that would turn your world the right way up. Aroused and puzzled. Excited and terrified. It was exhausting, even if you were meant to be at rest.

Kakashi returned his attention to your breasts, palms cupping them gently so that he could lavish his attention on every possible part. He nipped, sucked, kissed and blew variations of hot and cold air onto your burning hot flesh.

This was supposed to be a punishment, and yet the only thing you could find remotely punishing was his continued refusal to answer you. Instead, he cooed at you, lulling you into a sense of safety that should have raised your internal alarm.

Another orgasm stormed near.

Your hips undulated beneath him, working your pelvis against his body. Kakashi tensed; his entire body growing as rigid as the hard length you could feel cradled against your lower abdomen. He let out a hiss through his teeth, eyes screwing shut when you didn’t pause in your teasing of his erection. He was certain you would mewl and beg to be fucked if he kept going, but not now.

Not this time.

His hunger was palpable. You could feel it vibrating though his bones, not that you understood, but you would. Kakashi was a monster, he didn’t deserve the fruits of your body, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to taste you, even if this wasn’t *actually* real. That was a minor detail still to be corrected.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered so quietly you missed the sentiment entirely.

Your eyebrows knit together, sensing something was amiss. Before you could ask, he pounced.

A searing pain flashed through you. Heat and the sensation of your skin being ripped open by a surgeon’s scalpel dissipated almost immediately. It was replaced with an unrivalled euphoria. Kakashi’s commanding voice spoke inside your mind, he guided you through the pleasure as it took over your body and your breathing became erratic.

“Look,” he demanded, “see for yourself the beast I am.”

As if on puppet strings, you obeyed. Your eyes flew open to watch as a heavy trickle of thick, dark blood escaped the seam of his lips, curving over the swell of your breast and disappearing to the sheets below.

There was a revelation on the edge of your periphery but no matter how hard you tried to grasp it, you couldn’t. It was as if your fingers passed straight through it. Either that or your brain refused to accept it.

Your breathing turned shallow, bliss overshadowing everything else until your mind slipped away entirely. The sight was erotic, whether you accepted it or not.

Kakashi locked his gaze with yours, and it felt like watching a war in those vermillion eyes as they drained back to their original steel grey. It made you want to reach out your hand in the hopes of understanding him better. Why were you projecting such complex emotions onto a fantasy lover? It made no sense.

There was no time to process anything further; your vision blacking out like an old-fashioned television being turned off, the picture receding until it was merely a single dot before winking out.

You had passed out.

~

In the cramped recesses of his hidden room, Kakashi opened his eyes with a start. He fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, teeth tearing away his gloves so he could feel skin on skin and pretend it was you.

His cock strained and pulsed into his fist, fingers ringing the base and stroking the length with languid movements. Precum had leaked down his shaft during his encounter with you, and it took only three or four passes of his hand to release the pressure in his heavy balls.

It was a painful orgasm, drawn out and messy. Cum stained his fingers, thighs, even splashing far enough to stain his black waistcoat. Powerful shudders of pain and relief coursed his spine, and his gums tingled with the want to bite.

He found his pillow and brought it to his mouth, savaging the fabric until feathers spun in the air in a frantic dance. It wasn’t enough, but it would have to do. There was no taste from the blood he had enacted taking from you, no flavour profile to be studied like one might do if sampling wine.

God, you were in trouble. So much trouble and you didn’t understand. There wouldn’t be any stopping him if he took what he desired, and he warred with himself.

Monster.

The title repeated like a mantra until he had to lie down and close his eyes. You wouldn’t want him if you knew, if you truly knew.

A vampire… could be loved, of that he was certain, but he was a broken vampire. No one could love him and until now he had accepted that fate. The wish inside his withered heart whispered its poisonous desire until he was sick from it.

Now… he wanted you to prove him wrong.

[gods-perfect-idiots]

Y'all have been so kind and welcoming of my half-baked concepts and unpolished doodles - it has been an uphill battle to fight my own self-judgment and just post my stuff! Anyway, here's another one - this time with more ~spicy memories~ (aka trauma).

The premise for this one: I was thinking about how Logan/Worst Wolverine probably hasn't slept next to someone in years, and how that is partially because he is likely prone to nightmares/sleep terrors and probably gets suddenly violent while still half or fully unconscious - maybe reliving past conflicts, maybe lashing out against his demons, maybe just unprocessed grief and rage coursing through his system when he's sober and has his guard down in sleep.

Here, I imagined him not only getting violent, but also screaming and crying while in this somnabulant state, half-waking in a sudden frenzy of fear and anger, and in the process flipping over on top of Wade and rapidly stabbing him multiple times, through the head and the gut.

Regenerative healing and quick reflexes notwithstanding, I think Wade would be taken aback to be awoken to that kind of sudden attack (not least because I think he sleeps better next to Logan - less jumpy and more restful with his big boy next to him y'know?). But his first thought, even with all six of Logan's claws embedded in his flesh, and horny hallucinations galloping through his skewered brain, would be to comfort Logan and try to bring him back to himself, even while his body and mind struggle to catch up to what's happening.

Continued ramblings and details under the cut lol.

I imagine Logan snapping fully awake and being utterly inconsolable, just collapsing and sobbing uncontrollably onto Wade's chest, blubbering nearly incomprehensibly (a lot of hoarse "I'm sorry"s and "Oh God oh fuck"s) while Wade heals and tries to soothe him with one hand combing through his hair and the other gently stroking up and down his back, trying to make jokes that simply don't reach Logan's grief-stricken psyche.

"It's okay, Peanut, no need to apologize, I'm good already see? That healing factor coming in clutch yet again haha. You do owe me a new mattress though, Mr. Scissorhands - you know how head wounds bleed like a fire hydrant, those pesky blood vessels amiright? Though fully half of all of my blood is a bit further south currently ifyouknowwhatimean... did I ever tell you about the weird response when I get Le Brain Stabbed? I didn't mention it in the Odyssey because, well, heat of the moment and all that, didn't want to stop for an expositional lore drop y'know? Anyway, point is, I get like, *diabolically* horny and hallucinate little cartoon characters to boot, it's pretty wacky tee bee aitch but does take the sting out of a surprise lobotomy so that's something... hey, you still with me, beautiful? Shhh sweetheart, it's okay, you're okay, just let it out, everything's hunky dory peachy keen cupcake unicorn rainbow blowjobs as far as the eye can see, darling honey kitty babycakes..."

But no matter what he says, jokes or not, Logan is just completely unreachable for a while; he just keeps crying and crying into his chest, like he's letting out 200 years of grief and confusion and loneliness and fear all in one fell swoop, his tears mixing with Wade's blood until Wade starts to worry he's getting dehydrated (ever since the time ripper Wade has made it his personal mission to Rehydrate That Old Man - the abs were undoubtedly impressive to behold but also a mark of a deeply desaturated body, and Wade keeps energy drinks and water bottles everywhere now, forcing Logan to drink every chance he gets. Sure, Logan's abs are less defined now, but Wade thinks he's practically started glowing - probably from all the nutrients and hydration, and the constant physical affirmations and calm daily routine probably helps too).

The crying isn't even really about Wade - Logan knows Wade is alive and well, but years of being petrified of hurting anyone he loves, and despite that crippling fear haunting him all his life he still failed to save anyone in his universe, and in fact, not only failed to save them but destroyed their memory by turning around and letting his feelings take over and turn him into (to him) an irredeemable monster, slaughtering anyone who crossed his path until he collapsed from exhaustion. And that haunts him even more, the innocent people he massacred in his supposedly righteous fury... he can't think straight amid the turmoil and all he can do is cling to Wade and cry and cry and cry until eventually he passes out again into a deep dreamless sleep.

It's not the last nightmare he has by any means, or the last time he wakes Wade up with his claws in a frenzied state, but Wade makes a mental note to be prepared so he can wake Logan up from his next half-awake nightmare with something pleasurable instead of painful. (Wade - in a rare moment of self-restraint - doesn't dwell on the whole "brain skewering = horny hallucinations" but he is absolutely BRICKED UP about it and the next couple of times he jerks it, all he can think about is fucking that old man silly until he can't even remember his own name much less the centuries of trauma).

(Spoiler: it works, and over time Logan's nightmares become gradually less debilitating and violent as he starts to associate them with - ahem - more positive feelings and maybe - *maybe* - forgive himself and start to imagine a life where he can be redeemed, can be treated like a good person, can be beloved and cherished and maybe even for a moment feel like he deserves it).

.... sorry this turned into a whole thing but here ya go!

[mikanotes]

way home

xiao x gn!reader | 2.2k words

genre: established relationship, fluff, slightly suggestive

warnings: alcohol usage, kissing, reader is a bit drunk, reader is very affectionate, xiao is so in love help him, suggestive content (sorta!) takes place during the current event.

synopsis: xiao takes care of you and continuously prays to the archons to help him.

author's note: thanks to my best friend for the idea

Wangshu Inn has never seemed so tall.

You stare up at the intricate structure of the building and begin to think you’d be better off starting architecture studies by analyzing every detail around it than actually trying to get all the way up. Granted, there is an elevator, but you walked all the way from the Stone Gate to here, and you already feel like your legs will give out on you any time now.

So the very short walk to the elevator feels like it will seriously kill you, right now, and you swear it’s not the alcohol making it sound so dramatic. (It is.)

“You know drinking this much isn’t good?”

Before you can turn around, Xiao's arm is circling around your shoulders to support you and his free hand comes to hold your wrist, gently. “Let’s go.”

You don’t get time to actually reply before Xiao is teleporting you both to his room at the Inn. The Adeptus had considered simply going to the top balcony as he usually always did, but decided the height might do nothing good to your current state— If he was to judge by how wobbly your legs were as you walked up to the Inn.

Because he’d been watching, obviously.

He’d waited for you to call, sure, but eventually you seemed way too out-of-it for him to just stand by and no nothing but wait to hear his name on your lips.

“Xiao…”

And there it is.

He turns his face to look at you and, from so close, he can see the small details lost to the distance when he was watching earlier. Your eyes are half-lidded, lips a bit colored by the wine you’ve clearly been drinking. He brings a careful and hesitant hand up to your cheek and slowly presses against it, breathing out a bit shakily. It’s warm. Is that the alcohol? Or are you blushing?

“Xiao, you know…” you speak, and your words aren’t exactly slurred together but just enough to tell you’re not entirely sober. You bring a hand up to his shoulder, staring into his eyes with a look he’s struggling to find the words to describe— Though it’s painfully obvious.

He doesn’t want to think about it.

It’s a look of want.

“I missed you so much,” you sob, ever-so-dramatic. Your hand slides down his collarbone and your thumb runs back and forth against the fabric of his shirt. He has to take a breath. Your free hand moves to his face, not quite touching yet, just moving strands of his hair away with the tips of your fingers. “Ah… So pretty…”

Xiao is definitely going to die.

Your fingers move down to trace against the side of his face and his eyes flutter close for a moment, his own hand falling from your face and finding something to hold onto. He grasps at your shoulder, or the clothing covering it, his grip as weak as the rest of him. 

You make him feel so weak. He can’t bring himself to hate it, not even close. Not when it feels so surprisingly good.

“You should sleep.” he says, except his words come out much less firm than he’s intended them to, and much more breathy and compliant. He sighs softly, eyes closing again as he shakes his head, before finding any resolve he has in his heart and holding onto it for dear life. When he looks back at you, he has this strict look in his eyes. “Okay?” he questions, tone resolute but soft.

You pout a little bit, both hands moving to cling to the top of his clothing, now. Xiao takes a deep, trembling breath as he looks at you. Archons I beg of you, save me right now. 

“I’m not tired.” you sigh, almost sounding frustrated.

“The speed at which you got here begs to differ. Your legs are wobbly, surely you realized that much?“ he speaks quietly, raising his eyebrows. You scoff, and it’s a far cry from your usual annoyed scoffs. No, this is just… Cute. Xiao doesn’t realize he’s smiling before he finds you glaring at him. “What?” he deadpans, or tries to, because there’s a small hint of amusement betraying his tone. His gaze is fond as it meets your displeased one.

“You were watching me?” you say, pushing an accusatory finger into his chest. He gives you a look that says ‘Seriously?’ (you know he always does) but you do not relent. “Could’ve at least picked me up, then!”

“I didn’t think you’d appreciate being seen as weak enough to be carried all the way to your destination.”

“And you would be right!”

Xiao laughs just a little. “Then?”

You blink. “Um.” you look away, faltering. “I don’t know.”

“Mhm. You should sleep, see? You’re barely making any sense.” he says, holding your arm and squeezing it lightly. “Come on. I’ll lend you my bed.”

You groan in annoyance, head tilting back, before you reluctantly make your way over to the Yaksha’s bed. You plop down on the mattress, taking off your shoes slowly. Then your eyes widen as a thought crosses your mind, and you look up at him again.

“You claim an Adeptus doesn’t need sleep.”

Xiao is pouring water into a cup when he turns to look at you. His eyes narrow, trying to find where you could possibly be going with this. After all, this isn’t anything new. You and Xiao have known each other for a long time now. “That’s right.” he affirms, gaze moving back to the cup as he sets down the pitcher. “Why?”

You hold the edge of the bed and lean forward a little, and though the distance between the two of you is long, Xiao feels like stumbling back.

“Because you say you’re lending me your bed,” you start, looking away in ‘thought’, “Then you say you don’t sleep, so you’re not using it, right?”

Xiao blinks, looking to the floor further away, then back up at you. “… Right.”

“Then make use of it.” you say casually, tilting your head to the side. “Come on. Sleep with me.”

“I will not.” Xiao immediately says, eyes widening a little. Face reddening a little. What is with you, tonight?! He’ll have to make sure you never go near any alcohol ever again. He sighs and walks over to you, “Go to sleep. You’re doing too much thinking for someone this inebriated. And it’s clearly not doing anyone any good.” he speaks quietly, handing you the glass of water.

You take his hand and tug a little. “Come on.” you complain, looking up at him. “Xiao…”

Saying his name like that is just unfair.

He looks away. “Drink already.”

“What is this? The Conqueror of Demons is intimidated by his drunk friend’s invitation to sleep?” you tease, a small grin on your lips. You take the glass, finally. “That’s cute.”

Now he’s glaring. “Is that right.” he scoffs, watching you drink the water.

No. He shakes his head. You’re definitely trying to get under his skin. The worst part is that it worked, even if for just a few seconds. You hum, satisfied as you set the glass on the bedside table. Then you wrap your arms around his waist and put your chin on his stomach, looking up at him. He doesn’t move, except for his hand, which finds your face out of habit. “What now?” he sighs, and it would sound annoyed if it wasn’t for the love in his eyes.

You just smile, eyelids drooping and face tilting into his hand. “Mm… I wanna sleep next to you.” you say, almost too quiet to be heard. This time, Xiao sees the effects of your drunken shenanigans hitting your system in full force, and you clearly look a second away from falling asleep.

He smiles softly to himself. “Alright.” he says, caressing your cheek. “Then lay down.”

You huff and let go of him to roll over on the bed, sighing in satisfaction. You look like you could just melt into the mattress, with that comfortable air on your face. Xiao sits down and slowly moves to lay down at your side, moving a little to make sure you have enough space for yourself.

Except you don’t seem to be much for space, tonight.

You move so you’re half-hovering him, really just one arm over his chest and your face close to his. Xiao’s eyes widen at how sudden your movement is before relaxing. He wishes he’d read more books with flowery words. None that he can think of seems to be enough to describe how beautiful you look. He hums, tone inquisitive as he stares up at you, a finger moving against your cheek gently. “What were you doing to get so drunk?” he asks, voice a whisper.

You purse your lips in thought, before sighing. “The poetry event hosted by Liyue and Mondstadt. Venti was there and he somehow got me to drink with him…” you trail off with a sigh, “This feels like a set-up.”

Xiao’s brows furrow in confusion. “How so?”

“Because, it’s like he knows how I get when I’m drunk… I spent the whole time complaining about wanting to see you, and all he did was laugh.”

His eyes widen the more you speak. The idea of you talking about him to others, about missing him— It makes his heart flutter. He bites the inside of his lip, cheeks a bit warmer than before. “And you think he invited you to drink just so you could get like… this?” he asks hesitantly, to which you vigorously shake your head.

“No, he just wanted someone to drink with and be able to make fun of.” you grumble, “It’s all in good fun, I have plenty of things to mock him about during the times he gets too tipsy, too.”

Xiao raises his eyebrows, following your words idly. He is listening, really, he is. But the feeling in his chest is not going away and it’s clouding his mind. “You must’ve wanted to drink, too, then?” he says quietly, “I know you wouldn’t do it just to keep him company.”

“Mhm.” you hum, and it sounds so sleepy he thinks you might fall limp on his chest the second that follows. 

But no, instead, your face dips down into his neck and before he can say a thing he feels your mouth on his skin and his eyes are drifting close. It does not matter how many times he’s had the privilege to feel the touch of your lips on him. It doesn’t matter, because each and every single time, his heart stutters so much he feels like he might be dying— All whilst making all of his limbs relax so much they feel like jelly.

His lips part to exhale, head tilting back ever so slightly. The kisses you press to his neck are incredibly soft and somehow manage to make his skin burn with all that it makes him feel.

“What happened to sleeping?” he says, voice much too quiet and breathy to hide the effect you have on him. His hand moves to your back, tracing circles like he’s trying to calm himself more than you. “I don’t— Archons, I… I don’t recall this being sleeping.”

He doesn’t sound nervous, and he isn’t. He’s tripping over his words because you’re making his mind foggy. How is he expected to think when your lips are on the pulse point at his neck? No way.

You bite, lightly, and he makes a strangled noise.

It feels good.

“Are you complaining?” you ask. Your voice is a breathy whisper against the skin of his throat that makes shivers go down his spine. Xiao’s other hand is as tight as it can manage against the sheets covering his bed. He cannot tell if he’s more tense than ever or incredibly at ease. It’s always something in between, when it comes to this.

He looks down at you. “Not complaining.” he sighs softly, blinking, “You’re just a bit too affectionate when you’re drunk.” he breathes, eyes closing for a moment. He doesn’t think the Archons are on his side when it comes to answering prayers tonight, and he will have to rely on himself alone to not melt into a pathetic puddle of embarrassment at every single thing that you do.

“Am I?” you hum, moving up to face him. Your faces are close but he knows neither of you will make a move. Not now. Not in these circumstances. You just smile before chuckling and leaning down to lay your head on his chest. “Sorry.” you say quietly.

Xiao smiles softly, eyes drifting close again. He brings his hand to your head and rests it there. “It’s okay.” he whispers. Then he decides this isn’t enough, so he finds one of your hands atop his chest and intertwines his free one with yours.

He likes you when you’re affectionate. He loves it, even.

He likes you either way.

“Thank you.” you say, tilting your head so it lays on its side. Your gaze is set on nothing really and it’s clear you’re getting tired. “I mean it. For dealing with me.”

Xiao almost scoffs. You say it like it’s a chore. He’ll never mind taking care of you. He thinks it’s odd you would even think otherwise. Humans are odd. “You’re not that bad.” he replies, a tinge of laughter in his voice, “Don’t worry about it.”

The sound of wind chimes outside the window and the breeze over the leaves of the nearby trees seem to lull you to sleep, or maybe the sound of Xiao’s heartbeat does. He stays awake, eyes flitting towards the window every now and then.

He breathes out softly and turns to you, before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well. I’ll watch over you.”

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Unknowing: Chapter Two, Florida

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[One] [Two] [Three]

Warnings: a little spicy?

Learning to be a hybrid was... in less than two words; different. I don't use my werewolf ability at all.

But having that in me I can sense more than I ever have before. Hunting is something new as well. I can see better in the dark. The taste was more bearable- speaking of taste I can eat human food again too.

Now when I eat in front of Charlie it's not tasting like sand anymore. I can go out in the sun as well, I don't sparkle like the others.

I'm still immortal, I still need to drink blood to survive and not get thirsty. My abilities are enhanced. I can take energy from electronics now, and plant-life.

Getting back to school, everyone was curious about where I was, having to tell them I had to get surgery done in a different state. Angela was the most worried, and concerned. Jessica acted like she cared but we all know how she really felt.

Today, I decided to sit at lunch before Jasper and Alice joined me. "My fellow students. Cool, right? Wow, okay, right? We are the future. Anything is possible... if you just believe." Mike reads out loud as he is writing on what Jessica should say since she's valedictorian. "Nice." Angela mumbles, not really paying attention.

He rips the page from his notebook. "Blah, blah, blah... Perfect. And you got yourself a speech." He hands the page to her.

"No, this will be my speech when I want everyone to throw their diplomas at my head. So... Thank you." She crumpled the paper, tossing it at him.

"Ya gotta embrace the cliches, Jess." Mike tells her.

"They have the bread and butter of all valedictorians." Eric chimes in. "And that is why you are not valedictorian. And Jess doesn't need cliches. Her speech is gonna be epic." Angela hypes up her close friend.

"Epic? It'll change lives." Jessica grins, and after that Alice and Jasper abruptly appear, carrying food trays as if they're going to eat them.

They sit on either side of me. Jasper kissing my temple. "I decided to throw a party." Alice announces with a huge grin.

"After all, how many times are we gonna graduate high school?" Jasper asks in a teasing tone that only Bella, Edward, Alice and I are going to understand. Edward and I stifle a smile.

"A party? At your place?" Angela questions. "I've never seen your house." Jessica says. I lean my head onto Jasper's shoulder. "No one's ever seen their house." Eric points out.

"I have." I raise my hand a little bit, Eric and Jessica give me a look and I chuckle. "Another party, Alice?" Edward looks at her.

"It'll be fun." She assures them.

"Yeah, that's what you said last time." Bella comments, I give her a dirty expression, reaching over to smack her arm. She says ow and I quietly give her a "what the fuck is wrong with you?" before looking back at my girlfriend who is currently freezing, having a vision. Luckily no one is noticing.

"Well cool, that's really uh... normal of you. What time?" She doesn't answer. "Dress code?" Still nothing from her. "Bring anything? Cheetos?"

I shake her shoulder a little bit, "Wake up, Alice." Edward speaks up. "She hasn't been getting much sleep lately, senior jitters." Jasper covers for her, which I'm proud of him for talking more to everyone.

Getting his thirst under control.

Alice wakes from her vision. She gives me a worried expression.

"Oh, babe, can you come with me to your car? I left something." I ask her with a sweet smile. She looks taken back but us three get up and leave the table. I glance back to Edward who gives me a small nod.

"What did you see?" I questioned her as we walked out of the doors of the school. "I- You can't tell Bella. Edward doesn't want her to know." She starts, I nod my head. Edward's been protecting her. It's been a little extreme but Bella's stubborn so I appreciate him for it. "Okay." I motion for her to continue.

"Before I do, babe is new." She mentions what I said earlier. I shrug, holding back a smile. "It kind of just left my mouth. It was too late to go back on it." I mutter.  I then hear a dean start walking to the doors, cutting her off before she can say anything else. "Let's go to the car." I tell them, we hurriedly head over to the car before anyone sees.

"It was brief, it has something to do with Victoria and newborn vampires." She says, holding her head as she remembers everything. I let out a breath, I wasn't scared about Victoria anymore.

This might come across as cocky but I have every right to be. "This weekend, she's going to try something. Do you think you would be alright going to Florida with your sister and Edward?" Alice looks up at me, something that I could never get used to.

Another thing that's changed in my transformation is my height. Being 5'8 now, closer to Jasper. Also having a muscular build.

"If it's to protect my sister, of course." I cross my arms, glancing down at her then to Jasper who's smiling at me. "What?" I furrow my brows.

"Nothing." He chuckles, the bell rings and I let out a sigh. "You think Edward will let me take his ability for this test?" I jokingly ask them as we go back inside the school.

"He might if you coerce him." Alice laughs, holding on to my arm. My next class is with him so I actually could if I wanted to. "Might lecture you about it." Jasper disagrees, I press my lips together.

"Shall we see?" I smirk, we stop in front of my class. "We'll see you after class, Darling." Jasper playfully rolls his eyes, both of them waving as they walk to their own class.

I enter the class, noticing Edward already staring at me. I grin, going over to the table we sit next to each other at.

"No." Is the first thing he says. "What?" I act as if I don't know what he means. "You're not taking my ability."

"What do you mean?" I raise a brow, acting confused. "Don't play dumb." He scoffs, but I can tell he finds it amusing.

"I don't know why you're so accusatory. I would never want to use your ability so I could cheat on this test and get an A." I put my hands up defensively, getting out a pencil for the test.

"You're so subtle." He says, then as the class begins the teacher has a student pass out the papers. Edward puts his hand in front of me, tapping the table three times.

A smile grows on my face. The tapping means he's letting me use his energy. He used to do it before I had to go through the transformation. No one knew because everyone thought I was getting better.

He obviously knew I didn't want to worry anyone. Edward's the reason I didn't have to go through it sooner than I wanted.

Two papers are placed on our table, I give one to him.

"So, what was that at school? What did Alice see?" Bella questions Edward and I as we enter the Sheriff's station. "Nothing. Something about Jasper. It was innocuous." Edward lies, my sister glances up at me. I nod, agreeing with her boyfriend.

"I know you know what she saw. Tell me." She demands from him. "It was nothing." He continues.

"You looked worried." Bella points out. "Just that everyone would notice how strange Alice is." He comes up with a cover up. "I think that ship sailed long ago." I cleared my throat, shaking my head at her.

We all look at Charlie who subtly gestures for us to keep our distance. "I wonder what's wrong." Edward says.

"There's someone missing in Seattle, over a year ago. Charlie is doing what he can, but... Do you know something about this?" Bella quizzes suddenly.

"We've been tracking the situation in Seattle for a while. Unexplained disappearances, killings... If the situation gets more conspicuous, the Volturi will step in." Edward explains, I cross my arms, remembering them asking me if I could use Alice's ability to see more.

Using the other's abilities with my situation, we've learned I can experience more enhanced usages. I can barely get anything though.

"If they go to Seattle, they can come here. They can see I'm still human." Bella worriedly expresses. "We won't get that far. But we'll go to Seattle if we have to." He reassures her concern.

"I'll fax these down first thing." I hear Charlie say.

"Thank you." The older couple walks off, he then approaches us.

"Hey you two." He does a short wave.

"Hey." We say almost in unison. "Are you guys ready for dinner?" He asks, I nod my head as Bella verbally answers him. He puts a picture into his case. I take a peak seeing the name and face; Riley.

As we stand there I feel the tension between Edward and Charlie. "It is still just us three, right?" He questions.

"Yeah, I'm just dropping them off. See you later." He gently passes my sister, but before he gets far he stops. "Oh... Bella. My parents wanted to remind you about the... Airline tickets you got for your birthday." Edward refreshes her memory.

"What airline tickets?" Dad asks. "A round trip ticket to see Mom in Florida." She says.

"Wow, that was generous."

"And it expires soon, they say you might wanna use it this weekend." Edward mentions, eyeing me quickly, not even able to be catched by Bella and Charlie. "Well, I can't just drop everything and go."

"It might be your last chance to see her before you graduate." I can tell that sentence hits Bella a certain way. "Well. It might not be a bad idea. Get you both out of the town for a couple days, get some distance." The last part was directed to Edward.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing mom... As long as you use the companion ticket." Bella then turns to her boyfriend, I suck at my bottom lip trying my best not to laugh at our dad's facial expression.

"Wait, three tickets? Super, that makes me really happy." The sarcasm in his voice almost made me lose it.

Before leaving for Florida Alice and Jasper took me out for a date. Kind of? We went to our usual spot in the woods, sitting on a blanket. "What's all this for?" I question, sitting between them as usual.

"Just wanted to make you feel special before you left." Alice smiles, kissing my lips catching me off guard. "Mm, alright." I lay my head back on the boulder behind us.

"I feel like this is to talk about something serious." I call them out.

"It really isn't, love." Jasper lays a hand on my thigh. "We just want to spend time with you, it feels like it's been a while since we've been able to really be alone." Alice chimes in. Then I lifted my head, her tone of voice felt different.

"Mm, yeah?" I hum out, realizing how close they really are now.

"Tonight is gonna be all about you, Darling." Jasper takes my hand, sliding it into his as he then kisses it softly.

Alice comes closer to my face, I lift my free hand to the back of her head and roughly smash my lips upon hers. I feel Jasper's lips lead up to my neck.

I feel my face warm up intensely. I feel Alice bite my bottom lip and I let out a low growl in response, laughing at her antics.

Jasper was still attacking my neck as Alice and I were making out.

It's been a while since we've gotten to do anything. All the drama of our weird lives we live.

I'm not going to give too many details of the night.. Just know the sun was out when it was over.

"Aren't you two going to miss this? Don't you just feel the vitamin D soaking up in your pores?" Renee questions us, we both told her our plans after graduation.

She thinks that Bella's going to the University of Alaska. And I'm going with Jasper and Alice to the country of Europe to travel mine's not exactly a lie though. Right now we sit in the sun, lying in lounge chairs that are pushed tightly together.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss this." Bella admits. "I was never one for the sun." I comment, our mom sighs out a small snicker. "I remember." She smacks my knee in a playful manner.

"You know, colleges in Florida are a lot sunnier. I'm just saying Bella, if you go to the University of Alaska... I'm never gonna see you." Renee frowns, attempting to change my sister's mind about the Alaska thing.

Renee is excited about my traveling, I told her she could join every now and then when we first got here. She takes our moms hand. "They have a really great science program."

"You mean Edward program." She nudges Bella who smiles, looking inside the house. Edward was sitting in a chair with a view of Bella, offering a small wave to her then continuing back to a conversation with Phil who was lying on the couch.

"The way he watches you... It's like he's willing to leap in front of you and take a bullet or something. Have you noticed that [Name]?" She points out to Bella and then looks at me. I just shrug my shoulders in response. "Is that a bad thing?"

"It's an intense thing. You're different with him. If he moves, you move. Like magnets." Renee tells Bella, not upset about it."I don't know, we're just... In love." Bella doesn't exactly know what to say.

"I get it. I just want to make sure you're making the right choices for you. You know, cause you're the one who's gonna have to live with them." She's being a mom which is understandable, if only she knew what the both of us really have to deal with. Bella takes the information in though.

Our mom notices her in her own head so she changes the subject. "Alright, enough with the heavy." She reaches under her chair and pulls up two large boxes.

"Mom." Bella starts. Renee places one on both our laps. "Congratulations, my girls." She clasps her hands together. "I didn't want you to spend your money." Bella frowns.

"I didn't, come on." She rushes us. "Thank you, mom." I smile at her. "Open it before you thank me." She motions for me to get to it. We open the box to find quilts, we unfold it and see what they're made of.

"Are these all our old trip T-shirts?" Bella grins, shocked by our gift. "I saved them all. I thought they'd make a good quilt. To keep you warm in Alaska. And you warm wherever you travel if needed." She tells us both. "Remember this one? Ensenada." She points to one of the shirts on Bella's quilt that's in a different place on mine. "The snake pit." Bella nods.

"Yep. But this one is my favorite. Here..." She points to the one on mine. "The three-headed lobster in Maine." I comment. "This is amazing." Bella hypes up the gift.

"No, honey. I'm glad you both like it. I just figured, you know, when you two get older, have kids. We can add to it. Maybe go visit... the world's largest catsup bottle or something." She explains the gift. Both of us go quiet. She wraps us both in the quilts. "Oh... I'm glad you like it." She smiled sweetly. Bella hugs Renee tightly.

My chest tightens, knowing this could be Bella's last time, Bella waves to me to join so I place the Quilt down and join in the hug. I feel my mom's arm squeeze my back to bring me closer.

"I just thought, you should have a little piece of me, up there in Alaska, and wherever your heart desires, [Name]." She says, I back away from the hug.

"Mom." Bella begins. "Yeah."

"I miss you." She says truthfully. "Oh, honey. I miss you, too." I could tell she was surprised from Bella's emotional state but continued to hug her.

I call Alice and Jasper every like three hours to check in with everything.

I could tell Bella was getting nosey so when I did it I went to the ocean to have a walk or outside where Bella couldn't hear what I was saying.

Everyone, including the wolves, are chasing after Victoria now.

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[witchwrestler]

'THE PUNK SINGER' (PART I)

wc: 1k

warnings: drinking, eddie gets mean, but just for the plot, cops, swear words

summary: You're in a punk band. He's a metalhead. Famously, the two clash. Yet, he was still infatuated. After a messy breakup and two years of no contact, a reconnection begins when you find yourself in a difficult position.

a/n: the product of a different idea I had...that spiraled into this! very excited to continue the story. Reblogs are greatly appreciated, hope you enjoy! (sorry for the cliffhanger btw it had to be done)

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You hadn't forgotten about him, it was hard to with all the magazine and news paper articles. But boy did you try. You were the lead singer in a grimy and small punk band, jumping from hole in the wall bar to hole in the wall bar. He was the frontman of americas second largest metal group, and he never stopped thinking about you. It never crossed his mind he shouldn't.

Out one night with your band, a guy offers to buy you a drink, you decline. He calls you a bitch, tries to grab you, then you bust his car window. Now, just your luck, you get the police called on you and end up in jail for the night. However, with you trying to fight your way out of the police officers grasp, giving him a bloody nose in the process--there was a huge possibility that one night would turn into a year. They posted bail, but you had no one to call. Your family lived states away and weren't exactly fond of your current lifestyle. You hated asking people for help. To be specific, you hated asking people for money. It felt greedy, and you could get by on your own.

You bit your lip and picked up the plastic phone the officer had set on the desk in front of you. Even though it'd been two years, his number still stuck in your brain ever-so clearly. You knew he was still on tour, and you weren't religious but you hoped to god he would pick up.

● ● ●

"get out of my green room" were eddies last words to you, if you remembered correctly .

It was late, after a show. He got an opportunity he couldn't pass up, and you were stubborn and hurt. Eddie had run off stage excitedly, saying Corroded coffin had the chance at a record deal, bringing this record executive backstage, a woman in a pantsuit and heels. Her name was Allison or something. You did not like the way she acted toward him, she was touchy, too touchy. She was sitting on the couch with him, the rest of the band surrounding them, everyone was drinking, including you. But she seemed to be very insistent that eddie specifically drink. She posed the idea when she was brought backstage with a "shall we have a drink and talk out the details?" the guys all nodded in agreement, telling the assistant to go get a round. They talked and she giggled for a little bit and She had looked at you in the middle of a clearly false fit of laughter "is she a groupie or something?" she whispered, thinking you couldn't hear, to a completely wasted eddie next to her.

You laughed at the assumption, looking up from the song you had been tweaking in your notebook. "fuck no." She looked confused, and the guys just kept nursing their beers. "so then what are you?" She asked, like that was the only reason you'd be backstage with them. "I'm a musician..." You never defined yourself as eddies girlfriend, you loved him but you were many more things than eddies girl. "oh." an awakward pause until she started again, "So, eddie, if you guys can finish an album in the next month, my boss wants to do a Corroded Coffin world tour" She seemed to ambitious you thought, too many bands fell apart because of tour and writing conflicts. "We can make Corroded Coffin the biggest name in metal if you take this deal" she added, quickly, one last resort to convince them. Eddie looked at her, and then the band, and said, "hell yeah. let's do this"

The band broke out into a symphony of cheering, beer bottles clinking against eachother as they hugged and laughed.

You smiled as a courtesy, but pulled eddie to the side. "Eddie you can't do this" His brows furrowed, "What, why? It's the biggest opportunity we've had in months?"

"Eddie you know what's gonna happen. With that kind of pressure over all of you, you're gonna be at eachothers throats in no time" You said, crossing your arms. You knew it was a good opportunity, but you weren't going to watch them get torn apart. "Look, I know it sounds like alot but we can do it" He said, trying to be rational but an annoyance was clear in his voice, he just wanted you to be happy for him. "Eddie, they're gonna ruin you! You're gonna choose quantity over quality just for a fucking paycheck, since when have you ever wanted that for your band?" You said, desperate to make it clear what a terrible decision he just made. "Can't you just be fucking happy for me and the guys? once? she wants the best for the band, she knows what she's doing!" He's getting angrier at this point, which only made you want to argue back. "She doesn't know what the fuck she's doing. She got you guys DRUNK to get you to agree! and clearly thought I shouldn't be backstage if I'm not blowing one of you"

"oh, like you know anything about a record opportunity? it's not exactly like your band is drowning in deal offers is it?" He winced at his own words and ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair. You just stood there. You never cried, but the muscles that usually fought off your tear ducts seemed to have given up right now. "fuck. you." He just stared at you, his eyes big, and then looked at the door. "get out of my green room." You stormed out, wiping the tears from your face, smearing eyeliner in the process.

Eddie called you eight times that night. You ignored every one.

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Standing still in the cold police station, you listened to the phone line ring. once. twice. Your heart was beating so fast you almost just hung up. But it rang a third time. Then you heard a click, and a familiar deep voice that sent a faint chill down your spine,

"hello?"

.....to be continued

[inuiiwonderland]

Having a family again

|After losing everything, you finally can have a family again|

Tw: mentions of miscarriage, being poisoned, angst and basically more angst but fluff ending!

Reader is a fae and lilias wife!

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You let out a sigh as you quietly walked out the young prince's room. You were finally able to put the young prince to sleep after a long day of playing around and taking care of the future king of briar valley.

You smiled when you remembered how happy he was when you told him that your schedule for today was free and you can spend the whole day with him. The young prince let out a squeal as he hugged your waist.

"Really? We can spend the whole day together today?!" You gave him a nod and you saw how his eyes lit up with excitement.

"Can we go see the gargoyle statues today?! Oh! Can we get ice cream too! Maybe even going into town!" You couldn't help but laugh at the young boy's excitement as you nodded your head.

"We can, but first we need to eat breakfast before doing anything else. Say, would you like to help me prepare today's breakfast?" 

The moment those words left your lips, you could see malleus beam at the idea of helping you cook in the kitchen.

"Yes yes yes! Let's go!" You smiled as you let him pull you towards the kitchen as he excitedly babbles about how fun today is going to be since you're free.

You walked around the palace halls as you decided to go make yourself some tea to help you relax after a long day in town with malleus.

You hum a beautiful tune as you walk the long halls to the kitchen. You loved malleus with all your heart but he sure did tired you out today. Maybe it's the old age finally catching up to you. 

You chuckle at that. Once finally in the kitchen, you started making your tea as you continued to hum the beautiful tune all over again.

You took a seat when you were done and waited for your tea to cool down before you could drink it.

While waiting, your mind couldn't help but drift off to the same thoughts you always think about.

Having a child.

You knew that the possibility of having a child again will never happen. After all, the ability to have a child again was ripped away from you by ugly jealousy.

"What do you think?" You say as you twirl around to show off the new dress you bought. 

"It looks lovely on you my love" Your heart couldn't help but flutter at the sweet words of your husband.

"You think so?"

"Mhm" 

You giggle as lilia hugged you from behind and swayed you side to side.

"Oh what a beautiful wife I have~"

"Oh shush!" You say as you playfully slapped his arm.

"It's true"

You smiled as you turned around to give him a quick kiss.

"Aw I want more" You playfully rolled your eyes as you kissed him once more, but this time it was a long passionate kiss. 

You were breathless by the time you two pulled away.

"I love you both" He says as he then kneels down to kiss your swollen belly. You giggle as you see the love and adoration in his eyes.

"Only 2 more months"

"Can't wait any longer for this little one. Do you think he will have my looks? Or yours?" 

"Mmm, I don't know but hopefully my looks" You say as you let out a small giggle. He smiles up at you before getting up

"Hopefully he has your eyes" 

"Are my eyes that pretty?" You ask him

"The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen" 

You smiled before pulling him into another kiss.

You two were unaware about what was to come.

–

"What happened?!" He looked breathless since he ran as fast as he could after being informed about your current state.

"Lord Lilia!" One of the doctors yelled out before quickly walking over to him.

"My wife! What happened to my wife?!" The doctor couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness overcome him as he knew that the words that will come out of his mouth would destroy Lilia. 

"Your wife…has been poison lord lilia" Lilia eyes widened as he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"How is my wife?! My child?!" He looked almost desperate to know the answer. He couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash through his body as he anxiously waited for the doctor's response.

"Your wife is alright my lord, but…"

"But what?" The doctor sighs before looking at him with sad eyes.

"Unfortunately…your child didn't make it. We tried everything we can to also save the baby but not even our magic was strong enough to save your child from the poison" 

It almost felt like the world stopped. He couldn't believe his ears. He didn't know what to say and he was just speechless.

"I'm very sorry lord lilia"

"My wife…does she know?"

"Sadly Mrs. Vanrouge isn't informed about the situation" 

"She still hasn't woken up so we weren't able to tell her the news" 

Lilia closes his eyes before taking a deep breath.

He knew that he felt heartbroken about the news and all he can think about is you. How you would react to such a thing.

"Mrs. Vanrouge is awake!" Lilia quickly ran to where you were as the doctor quickly followed behind.

Entering the room, lilia heart sank seeing you in such a state. You looked so tired and drained. He made his way to your side and took your hand in his.

"Y/n my love, are you alright?" He asks. He knows it's a dumb question to ask but he wanted to hear it from you. To know that you are fine.

"Mhm…and my baby? Is my baby alright doctor" Both lilia and the doctor tensed up and you notice the sudden change after mentioning your baby.

"My baby…is my baby alright doctor?" You asked. The confusion and anxiety in your eyes was enough to tear lilia heart apart.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Vanrouge, but your baby didn't make it"

You looked at the doctor before letting out a small laugh.

"Let's not make jokes now, please doctor tell me that my baby okay" 

Your husband held your hand tight as you looked at him and then back at the doctors.

"I'm sorry" That was all you needed to hear before breaking down into a sobbing mess.

"N-no! This can't be! No no no no! My baby can't be dead!" You cry out as lilia holds you close to his chest.

You cried out in agony as you repeated the same words over and over again.

"No not my baby! Please not my baby!"

"I'm so sorry my love" He says as he holds you tightly in his arms. Both of the doctors left the room to give you two some privacy. But with the loud cries of agony, everyone most likely knew the devastating news of your baby.

–

It was later found out who was the reason behind you getting poisoned. 

It was revealed to be some girl that was jealous of your relationship with lilia. She was envious of you for quote on quote "stealing her man" and getting pregnant with his child.

And so she poisoned you. But not with any ordinary poison. 

It was the kind of poison to mess with your ability to have any children. 

She wanted to make you suffer and so she went on to find this forbidden poison so she could end you.

Lilia was furious once he found out. He was disgusted with the ugly jealousy that reeked from that foolish girl. And he decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. 

She was executed by having different kinds of deadly poison be injected in her. 

That's what she gets for messing with his wife and child. His family.

After the execution, he made his way home. Entering the room, lilia was greeted by sniffling and small cries.

"My love…" He walks towards your shared bed and sits next to you.

"I'm sorry" lilia eyes widened as your cries got louder.

"It's all my fault..if I didn't accept that drink then this wouldn't have happened! I'm so sorry lilia!" His heart broke seeing you like this. He pulled you into a hug as he caressed your back.

"It's not your fault y/n. You didn't know her ill intentions so don't blame yourself" 

"But because of me, we lost our child and I can't have any more kids because-"

"It's not your fault my love. It will never be your fault. We can get through this together okay?" He cups your face as you hiccup by how much you were crying.

"We'll get through this"

"I love you lilia"

"I love you too"

–

"Y/n!" 

"Huh?" You looked down to see malleus tugging on your sleeve. How long have you spaced out?

"Are you okay y/n?" You smiled at the concern in his voice.

"I'm fine my young prince, now what are you doing up so late?"

"I- well…" You waited for him to continue and you noticed a small blush form on his cheeks.

"I-I had a nightmare" 

"Nightmare you say" He nods his head and you pick him up.

"How about I stay with you until you fall asleep?"

"I would like that" You smiled at the boy before exiting the kitchen and walking towards his room.

You technically saw malleus as your own son. Since being by his side ever since he was an infant and practically raising him, you were more of a mother figure than his own. 

Malleus saw both you and lilia as parental figures growing up. Seeing how you two were mostly in his life since he was an infant and basically raising him together, the boy saw you two more as parents then his actual ones.

Finally making it to his room you gently laid him down and tucked him into bed.

"I'll be here until you fall asleep okay?"

"Okay" 

"Y/n?"

"Yes my prince?"

"Can you..hum me that tune you always hum? I like it and I think that will help me sleep" 

"Of course"

You started humming the beautiful tune while caressing his head. You saw how he started getting drowsy and closing his eyes. Minutes later you heard soft snores coming from the young prince. 

You smiled before giving him a kiss on his head and quietly making your way out of his room. 

You went back to the kitchen to clean up. Your tea was already cold but you just poured it down the drain and continued cleaning up.

"Oh there you are!" You turned to see your husband, lilia.

"Oh lilia! I thought you were busy today?"

"I was! But…"

"But?"

"Well dear, during a short trip…I stumbled upon this little fella" You looked down to notice lilia cradling a small bundle in his arms.

You gasp when you notice what exactly he was carrying.

"Oh my..lilia is that a-"

"Child? Well yes"

"Where did you get this child from?!"

"Shh! He sleeping!" You quiet down when you see the baby shift in your husband's arms.

"Where did you get a baby from?!" You whispered at him. 

"Well, as I was patrolling the area I started hearing noises coming from a nearby creek. And that when I found this little guy" he says as he shows you the sleeping baby.

"He looked tired and hungry, also cold! Can you believe it? He only had a thin layer of clothes on him and I couldn't just leave him there. So I took him and I had him checked by some doctors. Thankfully he was alright and only had signs of hunger and exhaustion"

"Oh you poor thing" Your heart arche at the thought of the poor baby being left out in the cold for who knows how long.

"Was there any signs of anyone living near the area?"

Lilia let out a sigh as he shook his head.

"No, seems to me he probably has been abandoned" 

"That awful" You noticed the baby ears, and you saw how it wasn't pointy like fae's ears.

"It's a human child"

"Mhm, I'm surprised he lasted this long outside in this weather" 

"While at the doctors, I got to bathe him and luckily there was some warm blankets to cover him up"

"So he doesn't have any clothes on him?" 

"No" Lilia nervously says. You glared at him before thinking on what to do.

"Do we still have some of malleus old baby clothes?"

"Oh we do! I keep them in our room since I was a little to emotional on throwing them away"

"Little to emotional?" You say with a raised brow.

"There under our bed inside a box" You giggle before leaving to go get some clothes for the baby.

After finding some clothes, you put them on the baby while trying to be careful to not hurt him.

"Has he eaten anything?"

"Yes I made sure he was fed when I was there"

"That good" Once you are done, you swaddle the infant before holding him close to your chest protectively. You looked down at the boy and noticed how he snuggled up against you.

You smiled

You didn't notice lilia staring at you and once you felt his eyes on you, you looked up to see beautiful Ruby eyes staring right at you.

"We should keep him"

"Huh?"

"He has nowhere to go…and I don't trust him with anyone else but us" You stared wide-eyed at your husband. You didn't know what to say but hearing the baby's small coos you couldn't say no.

"Then let's keep him" lilia smiled and joined you on the bed. 

"Now…what should we name him?" You thought for a moment. You weren't expecting to have a kid let alone a boy at the moment. So figuring out a name in a short amount of time is troublesome.

"I don't know"

"Let's see…liam?"

"Mm no"

"Noah?"

"No"

"Albert?"

"Oh God no" lilia laughs and tries to think again.

"How about…silver?"

"Silver?"

"Mhm"

"That doesn't sound bad…I like it" you looked down at the little infant only to see violet irises staring back at you.

"His name will be silver" 

You could almost tell the baby was happy with the choice of name which made you both smile. He soon then closes his eyes to go to sleep but not before holding tightly on your pinky with his small hand.

"Sleep well silver"

-

Bonus!

Malleus yawns as he woke up. The delicious smell of pancakes filled the air and he practically leaps out of bed to follow the delicious smell.

"Good morning my prince"

"Morning y/n!" He then notices lilia sitting down while drinking some coffee.

"Good morning lilia!"

"Good morning malleus" malleus eyes then shift to the bundle that lilia has in his arms.

"What are you holding lilia?" The older fae just smiles before signaling malleus to come closer.

When he did, he gasps upon being face to face with a baby.

"Meet your new sibling" malleus looks at lilia before looking at you and then down at the baby.

He smiles as he extended his pinky for the baby to hold. And giggles when the baby grabs his pinky with his hand.

"Meet silver"

"Silver? What a nice name"

Idc what y'all say lilia would be head over heels for his s/o🙄 also the tune that reader was humming is once upon a dream! Not proofread since it's 4:41 in the morning and my dumbass is tired😣😓

[amortentia-over-ice]

The Remedy - Garreth Weasley x F!MC

SUMMARY: Garreth knows the exact cure for your hangover. And plot twist: it's not one of his potions.

Warnings: 18+, Characters aged up. Mention of Drinking. Smut. P in V.

Word Count: 2.5k

You stumbled back into the Gryffindor common room, bleary eyed and forcing yourself not to look at your pocket watch. It hardly mattered, however, considering that you could already see the sneaking suspicion of the sunrise as purple streaks colored the sky through the tower window. 

You were still absolutely pissed off of your face, courtesy of the giggle water and fire whisky, so you thought nothing of it as you started stealing pillows off of the common room couches. Giddily, you found a corner of the room and stacking them around each other. You giggled as you looked at your work of art in progress.

YOU were going to make a PILLOW FORT...NOT sleep in your own bed like some regular loser. This (your drunk mind decided) was a far better option. 

Clumsily, you army crawled your way in once every pillow had been added to the massive pile, wrapping your robes around you to serve as a blanket you let out a contented sigh, shoving one last pillow against the hole you crawled through, promptly falling asleep in your cushioned little hovel. 

A few hours later…

“....Did the house elves do that?”

“A little redecorating perhaps...?” 

“Redecorating? Gar. Please.”

Garreth Weasley was hardly listening to Leander prattle on as he thoughtfully regarded the odd pile of pillows in front of him. It was interesting, he noted, that the pillow pile had magically appeared the same morning that Natty had mentioned to him you hadn’t returned to your dorm last night. 

He had already been worried that Sebastian had somehow kept you too late...or worse...that he had somehow snuck you into the Slytherin dorms instead. 

But then...as he heard a faint snore emanate from within the pillows, he gave a slight, but relieved, grin. 

“Right, then.” He sighs as he sits down patiently in front of the pillow fort, conjuring two mugs with steaming hot tea.The smell of peppermint drifts into your cave, your favorite.

You stir with a groan due to your monstrous headache, and the next thing you hear is Gar’s cackle right outside this odd structure you had found yourself in. 

Naturally, you had a very foggy idea of how you ended up in a pillow fort.

You poked your head out to find Gar grinning at you, holding out a mug to you in offering. How could he look so endearingly at you while you were SURE you looked like a pile of hippogriff dung? 

“Er– morning! By the way, I’m going to kill Sebastian for this.” He says in a  light voice entirely too cheerful for your current headache. You smirk at the slightly out of character threat to your mutual friend. Sebastian had been known to get the both of you into similar states more than once in the past. 

You sigh and shake your head, “It’s not totally his fault. I can’t ever resist a dare from that Scottish fool. Which I guess makes me one too.” You conceded in jest, but still  you accept Gar’s offering gratefully.

Your lean on your elbows, taking a gratuitous sip of the peppermint, sighing at the warmth as it soothes your throat. 

He raises his mug to yours, as if in a cheers before taking a sip as he cracked open his potions book. Most of the students had left at this point as classes had already begun, but clearly Gar must have guessed you’d be here a while. 

Finally you spoke, eyeing him suspiciously, “You’re being awfully nice to me for someone who just woke up in a pillow fort. No questions you want to ask over there?” 

He chuckled before shaking his head, taking another sip of his tea patiently as he continued to read. 

Your eyes narrowed further. 

“Does the book mean you’ll be here a while then? You might be waiting a while before I leave this cave, just so you know. The levels of shame are high.” 

He smirked again, taking another sip.

“Oh me? Just drinking my tea.”

You laughed ruefully, “Right, so I can assume you're not just here to gloat at my hungover state then?” 

This time, he slurped his tea even louder. 

“Gar.” At that accusation you glared again and he laughed as he ducked the spare pillow you threw at him. 

“Relaxxxxx.” He teases as his lips curl in another grin,  “Seems like we may be here a while. Perhaps more tea?” He says smugly as he refills his mug, and you give him another eye roll. 

“You know...I’m going to have to get you back for that. And no amount of tea is going to keep you safe from me.” You add teasingly from your pillow throne. 

But then, his eyes meet yours with just the slightest bit of mischief glimmering behind all that green as he says, “...And what if I don’t want to be?”

Your smile matches his, playing along with him as you softly ask, 

“Be what, Gar?”

You watch as he smirks, sets down the tea and crouches down to you at eye level. Up close you can almost count his merry freckles, even as curl falls in his face his eyes stay on yours.

“If I don’t want to be safe from you, silly.” 

Your grin deepens as you reach forward to tug him down by his tie. 

“Careful. I bite.”

“In that case, move over.”

He doesn’t hesitate before he’s following your tug, crawling right into your space, arms and legs all a tangle as you both laugh at the fact there is not a single graceful way to maneuver yourselves with the limited space in your pillow cave. 

His breath is hot as he laughs mere inches from your own face, and you fall over off balance, but his arms are quick as they snake around your lower back and tug you close.

“C’mere.”

His voice is playful, but his hands are firm as the sudden and eager movement makes you lose your breath as a small laugh escapes to match his own. 

“So bossy today.” 

You cuddle into him, following the line of his body and letting a deep sigh go as you find the spot you’ve fit into many times before. 

Gar lets out a contented hum, just as pleased at the feel of you against him, settling back against you as he runs an idle hand through your hair. 

“So lazy bones, shall we just hide in here all day?” He says softly into your hair as your fingers play at his collarbones. 

“Why? Have somewhere to be?” 

“No…not any place I’d rather be, anyway. Perhaps I should have brought you one of my new concoctions to help that hangover.” 

He murmurs so close to your ear, that he feels you shiver against him and he smiles. 

“...Or perhaps another remedy for you today...?” His hand trails up your side slowly, until it finds your chin, your lips. His thumb draws across your lower lip slowly, and all of a sudden you are very, very awake. 

“I’d much prefer the second option. Your potions always have a weird aftertaste of grapes.” You whisper as you scrunch your nose, and he leans forward to nibble it. 

“Tsk, Play nice.” The look in his eyes as his mouth hovers near yours is anything but hurt, especially as they flicker down to your lips. 

“I can do that.” You breathe slowly as you lean forward, wrapped in his arms, and in the warmth of your cave, your lips touch his without a care in the world…hangover forgotten. 

He presses back immediately with a small sound, his lips part for yours slowly, as if taking his time to taste you. His hands wrap into the fabric of your shirt tighter, while quickly moving to tug the fabric upward to reach the warmth of your hips.

Your half working brain is already going: yes, yes, yes.

Your torso mindlessly arches into his palm that continues to touch every inch of you slowly and gently. He makes a grateful noise as you move against him.

You and Gar were friends, after all. The very best of friends. The type of friends who could do this…. And do it well. 

“Someone seems to be feeling better,” He mumbles, giving you a half smile between your kisses, that are far from stopping, as he lifts your shirt over your head, and you tug the buttons from his. He pulls back quickly, only to help you shrug it off his shoulders, before he is back on you again, devouring your neck. 

You gasp, leaning back for him as his lips are preoccupied with hot, open mouthed, kisses along the column of your throat, and finally your hands are in those wild red curls as you hold him there. 

“Gar!” You sigh in surprise, and he just stops to give you a wicked grin before coming back to your neck, your ear.

“What? You asked me to help you feel better didn’t you?” 

As his hushed tease brushes against your ear, his hand sneaks down your stomach, to your thigh, casually bunching up the fabric of your skirt in his hands. 

“Yes.” You manage to breathe out, and it’s an answer to two questions. At your words, his palm hooks your fabric to the side, dragging up the wetness already there with a sigh.  You rock into his hand greedily and he obliges with a finger slipping  into you gently. Now you’re moaning, and he’s rocking his own hips against you.

Somehow, you manage to note that you DID build a good pillow fort as it’s somehow staying together despite the way the both of you are climbing all over eachother, with no regards to much except tearing your clothes off.

Your hand reaches towards his trousers and she shifts for you, tongue slipping into your mouth as he enthusiastically slips a second finger into you, the feel of him stretching you causing more of a mess as your hands reach for his cock. 

He’s already impossibly hard and ready. You. swipe your thumb along the bead of moisture from his tip with a smile, and he jolts into your touch. You use the stickiness of it to drag the moisture down his shaft and he moans into your mouth. Cheekily, and because you can, you use your other hand to cup his balls and bring him closer into you. 

“M-merlin, you can’t keep doing that,”  He mumbles in a rush, his breath mixing with your own panting, as his fingers continue to get the same reaction from between your own legs. His fingers become slightly less gentle, pressing deeper and faster inside you. You fight a moan as it slips through your lips, your hands accidentally tugging on Gar’s curls. 

He makes a noise, and your eyes snap open your words rushing out, “I-I’m sorry I-”

Gar’s mouth catches yours to cut off your protest, “No, don’t stop. Please.” 

He enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair, eyes rolling slightly  back in his head as he feels your nails. Then he realizes he doesn’t know who needs the “remedy’ anymore. You. Or him. 

He feels his skin flushed all over from everywhere you're touching him and he takes in a shaky breath before moving clumsily to get closer to you, removing his hand from you to snake down to your thigh to shift you open to make room for him. You oblige, shifting for him, leg lifting to hook around his hip. He hungrily comes back for your mouth, but you move at the same time.... you both accidentally bump heads. 

“Oops.” You whisper, you both giggle, and he finds it so adorable that he can’t help but kiss your lips again as his hands fight to tug his belt off, trousers down. Suddenly, he sinks back against you, his hard cock pressing between your legs as his hips rock, teasing, to rub against you. 

“Oops.” he whispers back with a wicked grin, and you only respond by tugging him closer by his hair again for another hungry, open mouthed, kiss. 

His hands find your face, a hand gingerly wrapping around your cheek. Everything pauses for a moment as he finds your eyes. A long breath before a subtle nod from you, and you don’t look away from him as you feel him press into you. 

Your mouth falls open, face twisting in sweetness and his expression conveys the same. He breathes out slowly, feeling your warmth close in around him. It's almost too sweet for anyone to bear, and yet he is the one lucky enough to try.

His forehead falls against yours, and your lips rise to meet his quickly between your huffing breaths as he moves deeper.

“Are you oka-”

“Yes. Merlin yes.” 

After some resistance, you find your body is not only taking him, but begging for more. 

You can hardly breathe before he tilts your jaw back to him, for another kiss, before his hips begin to move further. 

The sounds of the both of you fill the small space with shaky breaths, your bodies finding a rhythm as you rock back and forth amidst all the pillows. In the secret space, there is only you and him, and whatever cure you were looking for, you don’t think anything is better than this. 

Your breath comes faster, and his name fills your lungs. 

He loved the sounds you made, so much that he’d already lost himself in them. His strokes become steadied, determined, his free hand wraps around your lower back to anchor you and keep you against him and his pace. He sank into you again, and again your name a breathless whisper into your ear. You can do nothing, but lift your hips to meet him. 

At the slight change in angle, your eyes flashed as your body twisted in pleasure, 

“Gar.” Hearing his name from you in such a way elicits a choked “fuck” from him, before a rush of breath as he instantly recognizes the need in your voice. 

His thrusts became less steady, more demanding, a low groan from his mouth watching you under him, his hair wild and falling in his face as he doesn't dream of stopping. 

Your body seizes, nails digging into his skin, and nothing can compare to the wave of nerve endings firing, penetrating each of your senses. 

He holds you through it, pressing deeper into you as you writhe against him 

And then suddenly he slams flush against you, a groan of your name as he comes hard and fast. The arm that holds him up is shaking as he huffs, a few tremors working through him in the aftermath. He falls against you in an ethereal haze. 

You're both recovering, lost in the haze, the smell of the both of you taking over your small hideaway. 

He turns towards you, his smile uneven. You smile back, brushing his hair gently out of his face. 

“.....I do feel much better now.” You whisper cheekily, and he huffs a small laugh, 

“Mhm.” He tugs you back over for a few more cuddles, glad to hide away from the rest of the world with you as long as you could.