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Yandere! Caleb pt. 2

Content: Stalking + Spying + Photo taking + Controlling + Masturbation + Breeding kink + Matting press + Aftercare - Stablished relationship

Note: I just love a good obbsessed man... Have you liked him so far? I've read that some ppl think that he's scary/too much, but I believe that this type of LI is quite common in otome games (and I enjoy them quite a lot). Sorry if it's similar to the previous one, I have trouble remembering everything I write...

Yandere! Caleb, who is able to mask all his obsession upon layers and layers, always acting as if he was that sweet older brother like figure. He keeps forcing himself to restrain, even when he sees you with some other people from your age. He even has to face the fact that you had found some other guys to be with, all nice guys, of course, sadly, that wasn't enough for him. I mean, he had been with you your whole entire life, who was better than him to be your husband boyfriend?

Yandere! Caleb, who loves stalking you while taking candid pictures of you. He just loves following you around the days he's free, his brown hair being concealed by a black cap, his ears now decorated with a bunch of piercings that dangled as he moved. He knows just how much he's betting every single time he decides to do it, but he just can't stop himself from pursuing you. He makes sure to buy clothes that he would never wear with you, a bunch of extremely baggy sweaters together with loose trousers that make him look larger than he actually is. He carefully takes out a phone he bought just for this task, and he hits the small white button, the shutter of his camera going off as you were sharing a small treat with a man he soon recognised. It was Zayne, the boy that lived next door, he clenched his fists in frustration, his hands trembling from the force he did. Still, he simply kept drinking that slightly bitter coffee, looking at the photo he had taken as he smiled charmed. In that photo, Zayne was nowhere to be seen, making him smile even wider.

Yandere! Caleb who loves collecting little trinkets (from you). You don't know it, but Caleb has a few keep boxes, all filled to the brim with different elements. This hobby of his began while the two of you were children, saving them with the purpose of showing them to you when you grew up. This quickly took a turn as he began to feel his mental state decay, the small collection growing more and more each day until he had to buy several boxes, all piled up on his private room within the Fleet.

Yandere! Caleb who used the intel within the Fleet to track you down. Always following your every move through the small screen, even watching what you saw through the small virus he had planted within your phone. He loved watching the world from your perspective, even hearing how happy you were just from winning those soft plushes in the claw machine. He made sure to even take screenshots, printing them and adding them to his vast collection of candid photos.

Yandere! Caleb who keeps your photo everywhere he goes. You don't know it, but he made a small modification in the necklace you gave him, creating a small cabinet just so he could keep a picture of you within it. This picture is sometimes rotated between the many options he has, but the only thing that remains despite all the changes is a few strands of your hair. Luckily (for you) he was the one that gave you the idea, telling you one day that people used to gift a lock of their hair before the impeding parting of a loved one. So of course you gave him one, how could you not, when you could easily tell just how much Caleb wanted it?

Yandere! Caleb who uses your photos to masturbate. It's late at night and he just can't bear it anymore, he has been restraining himself from such a long time, always having to conceal his hardened member by pulling down his sweaters or jackets, always wearing black clothing that is just a bit oversized for him. But as soon as he reaches his private house, he rushes to the small wardrobe, rushing to get his hands on some of the clothes you had left a few days ago. He knows this is awful on him, masturbating with some barely worn clothes that still had your scent, but, how could he not? That day, you had spent the whole day with him, your body constantly brushing against him as he kept biting his tongue as a way to control himself. He quickly rushed to his bed, sitting down and quickly undoing his trousers together with his underwear. He quickly wrapped his hand around his erection, starting to move it up and down his shaft as he inhaled the sweet scent that was emanating from the t-shirt.

"Fuck... I love you... I love you so much... I need you... Just---... Fuck I love you, you're so fucking cute, always looking at me with those sweet eyes... I could just eat you up..." As he started to lose himself on the pleasure, he kept mumbling, his hand starting to speed up as he kept rubbing his face against the cloth, sometimes bitting it as a way to muffle some of his sounds. "I just want you to... Fuck... Just want to get you all hot and bothered because of me... I need to fuck you so bad--- I love you..." As he kept moving his hand faster, he kept whimpering, his hips bucking against his hand as he dreamt about fucking your sweet pussy, seeing you drool all over him as his tip kept hitting against that soft spot within your cunt. Soon, he came all over his hand, his warm essence staining his hand as he kept his face buried on your clothing, wishing it had been you the one he came all over.

Yandere! Caleb who makes sure to get you pregnant as soon as you allow him. Of course he wanted to become the father of your children, but he had to stop himself, biting his own tongue as a way to stop himself from fucking you against the mattress as he kept whispering into your ear, praising you as he burried his face in the crook of your neck. His attitude changed as soon as you allowed him, his cock growing while still being inside you, making your tummy bulge a bit as he started to increase the rhythm of his trusts.

"Just like that, you're doing so good for me, love... Just hold on a bit more... I'll be such a good daddy-- Provide for you, whatever you need, just take me as your husband, yeah? Just let me treat you all nice, you're so good, such a hard-working woman..." Caleb's voice resonated within your head, nails digging on his muscled back as your lower half kept receiving his powerful thrusts, making you mewl each time his dick entered, filling you to the brim and staying there for a few seconds, pressing even further as he kept kissing your forehead to keep you grounded. "Love... Just a few more minutes, promise I'll let you rest as soon as we finish, I just need to make sure to fill you up..." Caleb's rhythm became even more punishing, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, using his own body weight to keep you pressed against the bed, ramming against you as if he had lost every single strand of restraint. Just as you were about to loose yourself, Caleb's hips finally started to quiver, his thrusts becoming more swallow as his cock started to twitch, his cum filling your womb as he pressed himself against your entrance, making sure to not move an inch until he finally ended. "You did so good, my love, let me take care of you." Caleb got away from you, leaving the room for a few minutes. This moment allowed you to breath deeply, your chest moving up and down rapidly as you tried to stabilise your own breath. Just as you kept trying to recover, Caleb's arms wrapped around you, lifting you up from the bed so he could take you to the tub that had been filled. Caleb let you lay within it, cleaning your body with the soft sponge, then moving on to massage your scalp, carefully shampooing your whole head and letting it for a few minutes. "I love you, you did so good for me... Now let me get you all warm and cozy before going to bed."

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sayyestoheav3nn · 19 hours ago

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Nights Like This: Part Five

Roman x black!oc

Warnings: fluff, smut, angst

Word count: 4.6k

a/n: omg i can’t believe it’s been this long since i’ve last updated this, definitely a goal to get back on my writing grind. smut is something i’m not very good at writing, so unfortunately it set me way off schedule 😭 thanks for your patience, if you would like to be tagged click here. 💕

Zoe nervously fiddled with her dress while she waited in the hallway for Roman.

Since their last interaction, she had spent over two weeks away visiting family. And within that time, they spent almost every night on the phone.

As they got to know each other better, she could feel herself growing more comfortable with him and matching his flirtatious manner. She lost count at how many times he made her flustered with just his voice.

She stared at the screen in front of her, the entirety of his promo was captivating. As Roman closed the show and exited the ring, her eyes traveled to his black T-shirt accentuating his athletic physique. The way his sleeves wrapped around his thick biceps, made her wonder what it’d be like to hold onto them while she rode him.

Just as her imagination was starting to run wild, she forced herself to snap out of it when she saw him making his way out of the gorilla.

Roman immediately spotted her and started walking in her direction, she smiled and met him halfway.

“Hey beautiful,” Roman hugged her, a small grin formed on his face when she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Hi Roman,” This was the closest she’d ever been near him physically, Zoe melted in his embrace, the smell of his cologne was subtle but rich. His big arms felt like a warm safety net.

She slowly pulled away, slightly embarrassed after realizing she definitely held onto him longer than she should've.

“You wanted to talk?” She muttered.

“Yeah… I wanted to ask when you were flying out?”

“I leave tonight, why?” Zoe noticed a slight look of disappointment in his beautiful face.

“I was hoping you could stay in town a bit… I wanna show you around.”

The fact that he was willing to use the little free time that he had on her, made her smile. “I can move my flight, I’ll just call the hotel to extend my stay.”

Roman smiled while stepping closer to her, Zoe could feel her breath hitch in her throat. “Stay with me, I don’t bite.”

“I don’t know…. I don’t want to intrude…”

Roman slowly lifted her chin, his eyes meeting hers, “Zoe, I like you. I want to spend time with you… you could never intrude.”

She chuckled, “I like you too… I’ll go with you,” she muttered.

He smiled and kissed her forehead “It’s done, then. Let’s go.”

…………..

There was no denying the chemistry between them, Roman had one hand on the steering while the other lightly squeezed her thigh. It was embarrassing how something so fucking simple, turned her on. It took every fiber of her being to not ask this man to pull over and fuck her.

“We’re close.”

Zoe stared out the window, taking in the beautiful view that surrounded her. There was a mix of vibrant palm trees and greenery surrounding the view of the beautiful ocean.

It was breathtaking to say the least. She hadn’t even noticed they were now in a secluded gated community.

Her eyes widened once Roman pulled in his driveway. His house was stunning, she’d never seen anything like it.

“Wow, Roman… it’s beautiful.”

He smiled while putting his arm across her shoulder, “C’mon let’s go inside.” Roman set their bags aside, as he guided her in his living room.

“Is it okay if I use your bathroom?”

“Of course. Second door on the right.”

“Thanks,” as Zoe stepped in the bathroom, she fixed her dress and touched up her makeup. After a few minutes, she made her way back to his living room. The sexual tension between them was the strongest it’s ever been.

Roman leaned back in the sofa, his eyes burning into hers.

“Come here,” he patted his thigh, motioning her over.

Zoe could see the lust in his eyes, causing her heart to skip a beat. She nervously walked over towards him, preceding to slowly seat herself on his thick thighs.

The feeling of her straddling him with her legs spread, made Roman’s dick hard.

Zoe was regretting her choice of not wearing a longer dress, because as she situated herself on top of him she could feel it slowly start to rise up. As she went to try and pull it down, Roman gently stopped her hand.

“Nah baby, leave it,” he whispered.

Baby. Something about the way his deep voice said it, sent a shiver down her spine.

There was no denying how much power Roman had over her, Zoe couldn’t remember the last time a man had actually given her butterflies. Yet, one word or look from Roman made her knees weak.

Her nervousness slowly dissipated when she looked down at him, those big beautiful eyes felt so soft and inviting. He was easily the most beautiful man she’d ever laid her eyes on, and for some embarrassing reason, a wave of impulsivity convinced her to voice it.

“I’m sure you hear this a lot, but you’re….you’re like really fucking handsome.”

Roman smiled while sliding some of her curls behind her ear, a faint chuckle escaping him, “Coming from the most beautiful girl, I appreciate it.”

The effect this man had on her was driving her insane. Zoe couldn’t hold back anymore, without thinking twice she smashed her lips into his.

Roman cupped her cheek with one hand, while using his other to pull her closer to him.

His lips pressed against hers felt fucking intoxicating, she felt glued to him in ways she couldn’t even begin to describe. As their kiss intensified, Roman slightly adjusted his hips, watching her reaction when his hard dick pressed against her.

“See what you do to me, baby?”

“Shit,” she moaned, Zoe could feel herself getting more soaked. And as much as feeling his bulge turned her on, she couldn’t ignore the fact that the size of it intimidated the fuck out of her.

It’s something she couldn’t dwell on too long because seconds later, Roman lifted her dress higher, proceeding to palm and squeeze her ass. The light moans she made when he started kissing and sucking on her neck, started to send him over the edge.

“If only you knew how bad I want to fuck you right now,” he whispered, while nibbling on her ear.

Zoe’s hand traveled down Roman’s body, her fingers teased the fabric of his sweatpants right above his hard dick, causing him to groan. “So fuck me then.”

“You have no idea what you're asking for baby,” he smirked. Roman picked her up and started heading towards the stairs.

“Roman I can walk, it’s okay” Zoe giggled.

He lifted her even higher, “Nah baby, I got you.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist while he carried her upstairs towards his room. Roman opened the door and gently laid her on his king sized bed, quickly taking off his shirt before climbing on top of her.

He resumed their kiss, this time sliding his tongue in her mouth, which she gladly accepted.

His fingers fiddled with the hemline of her dress, he carefully lifted it over her head. Roman pulled back for a moment taking in her body, his tongue glided across his bottom lip, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Zo.”

She smiled at him while wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. His warm body pressed against hers, made her never want to let go.

Roman kissed her jaw and neck, slowing making his way down to her cleavage. His tongue sucked and nibbled at her in areas he noticed made her moan the most.

He slid one hand behind her back, unclasping her bra. He proceeded to skillfully kiss and tease her hardened nipples, while his hand slowly made its way to the warm spot between her legs.

“Fuck,” her mouth fell open as Roman’s fingers grazed the fabric of her underwear. He let out a low groan when he felt her essence drenching the material, “You’re already so wet for me, baby.”

Zoe lifted her hips as Roman tugged the waistband of her underwear down, leaving her fully naked.

The sight of her wet slick folds had him wanting to fuck her then and there. “You gon’ let me taste you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, but I want you to do something for me,” she muttered.

“Anything, baby,” his voice has a hint of desperation.

Roman sat up looking at her slightly confused as she stood up from the bed, his eyes followed her every movement.

Zoe smiled and gently pushed his chest, “Lay down for me, daddy.”

Fuck. That word leaving her sexy mouth, made his dick harder than it’s ever been. He quickly scooted up the bed, laying on his backside.

A smirk formed on Roman’s face once he realized exactly what she was doing.

Zoe climbed on top of him, giving him a slow sensual kiss before seating her wet pussy on his lips.

Roman wasted absolutely no time, quickly wrapping his arms tightly around her thighs as he began to feast on her.

“Holy shit,” Zoe felt like she ascended to heaven, the exact moment Roman’s tongue made contact with her clit. She could hear him moaning under her as he explored every pleasurable nerve that was down there.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he groaned.

Had she been able to formulate words, just maybe he would have received a response. But the way Roman was devouring her, had her screaming and gripping his headboard.

“Shit Roman, you’re so…. so fucking good,” Zoe’s eyes rolled back as she bit her bottom lip.

Roman ate her out like he was fucking starving, she’d never in her life experienced anything like it. Zoe started grinding her pussy against his face, both of her hands held his the headboard, as she clung for stability.

“Just like that beautiful, ride daddy’s face.”

His words of encouragement had her grinding against him even faster, “Roman, f—fuck i’m gonna come!” She screamed.

Roman slapped her ass while pulling her even closer to him. “I know baby, come in my mouth. Let daddy taste every drop”

She was close, so fucking close. Zoe was seeing stars while his mouth worshipped her dripping cunt. The nasty things he was saying while she rode his beautiful face, was all she needed for her orgasm to take over.

Roman kept his tight hold on while she rode it out, he continued working his tongue on her till her body was squirming over him.

“Shit,” Zoe laid back panting, it was very rare for a man to make her come from oral sex, let alone that fucking fast.

“You did so good for me, baby,” Roman pulled her in for a sloppy kiss, the taste of herself on his tongue made her wet all over again.

He stood up and walked towards his nightstand, sliding open his drawer to dig for a condom. It was so hard not to stare at his toned body, her pussy fluttered seeing how low his sweatpants were hanging, her eyes gravitated to his happy trail and v-line.

Roman’s brows furrowed in confusion when he realized his drawer didn’t have any more condoms.

“Shit. Let me check my bathroom real quick.”

“Okay,” she nodded

While he stepped into his bathroom, Zoe observed his room. It was extremely spacious, practically the size of her whole damn apartment. The lighting was perfect, slightly dim but not too dark, she could see he had a balcony with ocean view.

But what really caught her eyes was his huge mirror with gold borders. Zoe chuckled to herself when she realized why he set it directly across his bed. What a fucking slut.

Roman came back empty handed, disappointment evident on his face, “Fuck. I ran out.”

Zoe was honestly just as sexually frustrated as he was.

“The nearest gas station is twenty minutes, i’ll be b—”

“You clean?” She interrupted.

He paused and chuckled, “Of course i’m clean. Always.”

“Me too… I also have an IUD,” the mischievous smile she had as she bit her bottom lip, made Roman’s dick twitch.

Roman took off his sweatpants and briefs in one swift movement. His huge veiny dick sprung free, causing Zoe’s eyes to widen. In no world had she ever seen, let alone fucked someone with a dick of his size.

“Oh, shit.”

Roman climbed back on top of Zoe, his lips immediately finding hers. She carefully freed his hair from his bun, smiling when his long strands fell freely.

He slid his hand down to her pussy, his thumb slowly teased and played with her clit. He watched as she threw her head back, moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck, Roman…please,” Zoe’s back arched as his fingers went to work.

He sped up his pace, feeling her wetness starting to soak the sheets, “Please what, baby?”

“P—Please….please fuck me.”

Roman spread her legs apart, lining his hard dick with her wet opening. “You sure?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He kissed her as he slowly pressed his thick mushroom tip inside her tight, wet hole, “Tell me if it’s too much, baby.”

“It’s fine….k-keep going,” she moaned.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” Roman grunted as he went deeper inside of her. Her pussy felt just as heavenly as he imagined.

He watched her carefully as he fully seated himself inside her, “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

Zoe silently gave him the approval to start moving. Roman started off with slow strokes, his eyes shut at how good her pussy felt.

He groaned as he picked up the pace, her pussy was like a suction for his dick.

“You feel s—so fucking good daddy,” Zoe dug her nails into Roman’s back, his face was buried deep into her neck whispering the nastiest things.

“Whose pussy is this baby?” Roman lifted her legs over his shoulders, to get a deeper reach while he fucked her.

“F—Fuck, yours baby…all yours,”

His thrusts were becoming more needy, her pussy was like a magnet. It took a lot out of him to pace himself.

“Shit, Roman… i’m gonna—”

“I know baby,” a small smirk formed on his face when Zoe reached for his hand and placed it on her throat.

He wrapped his hand around her neck, and started pounding into her even harder, he could feel her on edge. “Come for me.”

“Oh fuck!” Zoe felt as if she was on another planet as her orgasm took over, her body squirmed as Roman continued to fuck her.

“Just like that, such a fucking good girl,” he moaned.

Roman knew he didn’t have much time before he was next, he quickly turned her over on her stomach facing his mirror.

“Look at the mirror and watch how good daddy fucks you,” they both moaned in unison as he slid his big dick back into her drenched pussy. Roman grabbed her by her waist and proceeded to thrust into her.

“Oh fuck,” Zoe threw her ass back trying to match him rhythm.

“God look at you, you’re so fucking beautiful baby,” Roman pressed her back to deepen her arch, his thrusts becoming more rough and persistent. “Been jerking off to the thought of this pussy for a while now.”

That sentence shouldn’t have turned her on as much as it fucking did, she closed her eyes as his dick and words took her to new levels. Roman quickly noticed and smacked her ass, “Nah baby, keep your eyes on daddy,”

He continued to trust into her, “I want you to see how good your taking my dick.”

She watched in awe at how this man was fucking her, never in her life has any man tore her pussy up the way Roman was. She wasn’t sure how much more pleasure her body could take.

“You feel so fucking good inside of me, daddy,” Zoe could see him on the verge of coming too, this only fueled her to keep throwing her ass back at him meeting his thrust.

Roman’s eyes shut as he threw his head back. “Fuck, i’m gonna come soon, baby. Want me to pull out?”

“F—Fuck no.”

“Good,” Roman smiled and flipped her on her back again, he kissed her while thrusting inside her a few more times, his head buried in her neck as he proceeded to completely empty his load inside her. She held him and kissed his neck, as his body jerked over her.

Roman wrapped her in his arms as they laid in silence for a few minutes, still trying to catch their breath.

She spent the whole night in his arms, her back pressed against his chest as they stayed up talking about damn near everything under the sun.

Zoe smiled as she felt Roman’s dick getting hard again. She slowly pressed her ass up against him, evoking small grunt out of him. She turned around to face him, “I want you to show me.”

His brows furrowed, “Show you what?”

She bit her bottom lip while eyeing his very prominent bulge, “I want you to show me how you jerked off to me, daddy.”

Fuck.

…………………

Zoe stirred awake at the sound of her alarm blaring, her eyelids felt tired and heavy. The warmth of the sunlight, made it difficult for her to get out of bed. She grabbed her phone to look at the time, quickly realizing she had slept through her first two alarms.

Unfortunately, her days off flew by faster then she anticipated. Time wasn’t exactly on her side considering this was her last free day before going back to work.

Zoe jumped out of bed and headed straight to the shower. The sound of the hot water cascading over her, temporarily drowned out some of her thoughts, providing her with short lived comfort.

To say she felt like an emotional fucking wreck would be an understatement. The past few nights consisted of hours and hours of crying, with little to no sleep.

She hated how much Roman’s absence was affecting her. Waking up with his side of the bed empty, and going to sleep alone was something she was naive to believe she’d never experience unless it was work related.

As she stared at her reflection in the semi foggy mirror, she noticed how her exhaustion consumed her face. Her eyes were puffy and red, a darker shade appearing under them from the lack of sleep.

However, the physical exhaustion was nothing compared to how fucked up she felt mentally and emotionally.

What started out as an amazing birthday, transpired into one of the worst nights of her life. The mental image of Roman’s face buried between Serena’s legs, felt like a sharp knife in her back.

It was impossible for Zoe to fully wrap her head around the details of what happened. It’s already one thing for Roman to do what he did, but for her best fucking friend to do it, was another. Her blood boiled anytime she remembered the venomous words Serena spewed at her.

As Zoe was deep in her thoughts applying her skincare products, her phone started buzzing with what sounded like multiple text messages.

She dried her hands and reached for it, a flash of guilt taking over her as she saw who it was.

Naomi.

Zoe took a deep breath and unlocked her phone, re-reading some of the messages Naomi had left her days prior. Messages she was far too heartbroken to respond to at the moment.

Naomi: Hey Zo bug, I thought you were coming back a week ago? Is something wrong?

Naomi: It’s not like you to not text back, you’re starting to worry me Zo.

Zoe: I’m sorry that it’s taken me days to text you back, I’ve wanted to… I really have. I just feel really hurt and lost right now. The last thing I want is to drag you in between this shit.

Naomi: Wait what? Is everything okay?

Zoe: Roman didn’t tell you?

Naomi: No. That man hasn’t responded to me or Jim’s messages, his ass stays holed up in his bus, does his promos and leaves. Tell me what?

Zoe: Honestly… it’s a lot to say over the phone. Are you booked for Smackdown tomorrow?

Naomi: No not this one, but the next.

Whatever you’re going through seems pretty important Zo, is it okay if I come see you as soon as you get home?

Zoe: I would really appreciate that 🥺 I should be home by Saturday morning, I’ll text you and let you know if anything changes.

Naomi: Okay, I’ll be there. ❤️

She was confused to say the least. It’s not like Roman to keep the twins out of the loop, finding out Jimmy was clueless as to what was going on was definitely a little shocking.

Zoe got dressed along with finishing the last steps of her skincare routine. She headed downstairs, making her way straight to the kitchen.

With her goal of spending the entire day finishing up two gear orders, she knew she was going to need caffeine in her system to help her pull through. If she successfully managed to pull this off, it would leave her with a lighter schedule for the next few months.

As the coffee machine began to brew, she walked into her workplace to get started. Zoe scanned the room trying her best not to let her eyes water.

This room was full of countless memories of him.

No matter how exhausted or tired Roman was, he’d stay by her side for hours while she worked. They’d talk about any and everything, which made time go by so much faster.

This exact room is where his big arms wrapped around her as he whispered “I love you” in her ear, for the first time.

Zoe could feel so much anger growing inside of her, because nothing was making any fucking sense. She wiped away her tears, pushing back her emotions to start the task at hand. But in the back of her mind, she questioned if everything Roman ever said to her was just a lie.

Hours passed and the sun was now starting to set. She felt a wave of relief as she neatly placed the finished gear into separate boxes.

Zoe went back upstairs and started to pack a light suitcase for the weekend. She reached to grab her favorite oversized hoodie, but quickly stopped herself when she realized who’s hoodie it was.

His scent that used to be so comforting to her, now was just a hurtful memory. This house was filled with nothing but painful reminders of what was, everywhere she looked brought tears to her eyes.

Being here was only making shit ten times harder for her. Zoe pulled out her laptop and started searching for apartments in the area, she cut on the tv for background noise. And as if things couldn’t possibly get any fucking worse, the first commercial she saw was Roman being advertised for tomorrow's show.

Zoe rolled her eyes and got up from bed, walking towards his home bar. She pulled out a bottle of wine and the biggest wine glass she could find.

Because one thing she knew for certain, was that tomorrow she had a long ass day ahead of her.

……………….

The first thing Zoe spotted as her Uber pulled into the arena, was Roman’s tour bus, she took a deep breath as she stepped out of the car. She knew if she wanted this night to go by quickly, she would have to keep herself occupied.

As Zoe walked in, she was greeted by Bianca, Jade, and Michin. Other than Naomi who wasn’t here, there weren’t many girls on the Smackdown roster who she considered friends.

Many of them, made their dislike for her very fucking clear the day Roman made their relationship public. Zoe remembered how they spent months looking at her sideways, while giggling and making snarky ass comments, thinking she couldn't hear.

She completely understood Roman’s fuck buddies not liking her, but half of the bitches that snickered shit about her, weren’t ever on his roster. It definitely bothered her in the beginning, but over time she grew thicker skin. Zoe never told Roman, she knew he’d dead the shit then and there, but she didn’t need them to think she was weak.

She said bye to the girls, and walked through the endless corridors determined to go straight into the wardrobe department. Finding this room was like a damn maze, thankfully they had signs guiding her on which way to go.

Zoe let out a small sigh of relief once she found the room, and just as she twisted the door knob a familiar voice called out to her.

Daniel. He was the first friend she made when WWE hired her. They got along well and spent a lot of time on the road together. In her eyes their friendship was extremely platonic, but as time passed she began to notice how he would subtly flirt with her. Zoe was aware he was a good looking man, but for some reason she never really thought of him in that way.

She didn’t want to hurt his feelings and blatantly turn him down, so she slowly distanced herself, still wanting to salvage their friendship. But a few months later she met Roman, and once they began to date, she had a talk with Daniel setting multiple boundaries between them.

But the peace was short lived, it was no secret Daniel and Roman despised each other. In one of the events Zoe wasn’t booked for, they both had an altercation which ended in Roman being physically restrained by security and his cousins. Weeks after, Daniel was transferred to Raw and she hadn’t seen him since.

“Hey Zoe,” he grinned and went for a side hug.

“Hey. You’re back on Smackdown?”

“I’ll be here for a few months, but they’re sending me back to Raw during the draft.”

There was a weird gap of silence between them, which she attempted to fill. “So, how do you like it there?”

“Damn, we really doing awkward small talk now?” he chuckled.

“You look good though....” Daniel’s eyes traveled down her body, making her nervous. She’d normally be debating on how to draw a boundary, but her circumstances were different right now. Why should she show an ounce of respect for a man, who didn’t do the same for her?

“The fuck you doing back here?” Roman’s deep voice penetrated the quiet hallway, causing the people around them to stare.

“Roman, what are you doing—”

Roman walked past Zoe, creating a barrier between her and Daniel. “I’m not going to fucking ask you again.”

“You think I’m scared of you big dog? I’m a grown ass man, I ain’t gotta explain shit to you!” Daniel yelled.

Roman stepped even closer to him, his huge frame practically swallowed Daniel’s. Zoe had never seen Roman this angry before, let alone in a professional setting. She noticed his jaw and fist were both clenched tightly.

“I already told your bitch ass to stay the fuck away from her once, I’ll be damned if I have to say that shit again.”

Zoe lightly tugged Roman’s arm back, “Roman, please… not here.”

“You heard her, bitch!”

And that was it. In a matter of seconds, as Zoe tried to process what was happening, Roman pulled away from her and lunged at Daniel.

She was right, this was going to be a long ass night.

#roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x black!oc #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns x reader

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xoxo-author · 3 days ago

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My Salesman

Pairing: Salesman x reader

Warnings: my shitty writing, language, mentions of violence, probably so many errors

Side note: Does anyone know the salesman name in the show or do we really only know him as the salesman? Doesn’t bother me one bit either way 😉

Don’t be nasty! Please don’t copy my work!

Does the story make sense? No. Has it been living in my head since season 2 came out? Yes. Have I thought about the salesman at least 7 days a week since season 2 came out? Also yes.

Enjoy!

Credit to gif owner

I let out a long sigh, "Can you please watch where you're going?"

"Holy shit, I found you!"

My head snaps up, confusion written all over my face. Jin, who I haven't seen in almost two years and who was a family friend, stands in front of me with wide eyes. My confusion only grows deeper as he wraps his arms around me tightly, brings me to his chest, and lifts me off the ground causing me to tense.

He sets me back on the ground before pushing me to arms length with his hands on my shoulders, "Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"

"Looking for me?"

"You've been missing for three years!"

"Missing?"

He nods, "You fell off the face of the earth and no one has heard from you since. Do you know how worried we all were?"

I shake my head, trying to shrug off his hands, "I'm not missing Jin."

Jin looks at me as if I was crazy, "You're not missing? Do you think we're all going to believe that you went away on your own? No, your dad was right to report you missing."

My dad? What the hell did he do now? "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Three years ago you vanished without a trace, no one hears from you or knows where you are. Your dad comes into the station and reports you missing."

"You're telling me, my father reported me missing to the cops?"

Jin nods, letting his hands fall from my shoulders down to my forearms, "He was so distraught, he was talking about how you guys were in the train station when a man in a grey suit with a briefcase who was tall approached him and asked him to play a game for money and when your dad refused, the man took you instead."

It doesn't necessarily shock me that my father would lie to the police, he was nothing more than a crook but to know that he reported me missing when it was his fault that I've been gone for three years is mind-blowing.

"We sent out search parties, hung fliers, posted reward money for your return or any information on you or the man in the grey suit, we sent bolos to other cities and nearby countries, we checked surveillance tapes and everything came back with nothing."

I tilt my head to the side, "What do you mean surveillance tapes came back with nothing?"

I know for a fact that there were so many cameras in the station that one of them was bound to have caught my dad just hand me over to the grey suit guy. Granted I went willingly but still.

"The cameras were down the day you went missing."

I shake my head, of course they were. While my father is a complete sleazeball, he's a smart sleazeball who would cover all his bases.

"Your case went cold until about two and a half years ago. We had a guy come in claiming he was taken to this island where there were four hundred and fifty-five other people there who owed money to someone or something. These people could play a couple of games and win money but if you lost a game you would be killed so there could only be one winner and this man claimed to be the winner. We thought he was complete batshit until he mentioned that he was approached by a tall man who wore a grey suit that had a briefcase who asked him if he wanted to play a game."

My father came home roaring drunk one night talking about how he was approached by someone in the station asking if he wanted to play a game for money and how he wanted the entire briefcase but the man wouldn't give it up so my father offered him something for the money in the case. That something was me. My father traded his own daughter for money.

When I found out, I was livid but then I realized it would be my only way out and away from him.

We went to the station that same night and the man in the suit still stood there, seemingly waiting for my father to return. I suppose I should've beenfrightened at the fact that my father sold me to a stranger but I felt the complete opposite. Maybe it was the fact that he was dressed as an everyday salesman. I was calm as I stood by the man's side and watched my father walk away with the money.

There was a small part of me that expected the man to let me go but he did not. I've been with him the past three years and I can say they've been the best three years. Yeah, he was completely batshit crazy. I mean he sent people to games where they were more than likely not coming back and he may have killed people (not quite positive on that one but he did come home with blood on his clothes and face so using context clues) but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I don't see the entire crazy side, I mostly only see the "normal" side.

That's probably the daddy issues talking but that's a problem for another day.

Letting out a sigh, I manage to tug one of my arms free, "Jin, as you can see, I am completely fine. I am unharmed and not missing. You can tell people I am fine but please don't tell them where I am."

His eyes go even wider, "You're coming home with me. I just told you that your father has been worried sick about you for the past three years and yet you don't want to come home or let me tell him where you are?"

If only he knew the truth about my father, although that might not matter as Jin has always tried, for some reason, to get on my father's good side. I knew of his crush on me since forever so I am sure that is his driving factor for wanting to be on my father's good side.

Jin looks down as I try to tug my other hand free, his grip only getting tighter, "What's on your finger? Did you marry your kidnapper?"

It was about a year and a half when we got married. I fell for the "normal" side. Again, thank you daddy issues.

Jin begins to tug on my arm, "You're coming home and that's the end of it. You and I will get married, your father will be happy, and you'll be home. Everything will go back to normal."

As I use my free hand to tug at his iron-like fist around my forearm, I manage to look at the time on his watch. My head shoots up, eyes frantically glancing over the different faces in the park in search of a certain man who doesn't like when his things are touched.

Giving my forearm another tug, Jin starts trying to pull me in the opposite direction of where I was headed.

"Jin, you need to let go of me right now."

A throat clearing behind me made Jin stop in his tracks, his head turning back to look at me. Or rather who was behind me.

I knew who it was without even having to look.

"Who's this?"

My body tilts to the side a little while my head turns up, "A friend from home."

Returning my attention to Jin, I tug my arm again, "Jin, let go and go back home."

Jin's eyes seemingly trace every inch of the infamous man in the grey suit (although he had on black pants and a white button-up today), "Is this your kidnapper?"

Jins grip on my forearm tightens causing me to suck in a breath and as soon as the words, "Jin you're hurting me" came out of my mouth, my view was obstructed by a stretched-out (rather stretched due to broad shoulders) white button-up.

"I believe my wife has told you that you are hurting her so it's in your best interest if you let go."

Jin's grip falters for a moment before going back to gripping my forearm, "I'm taking her back to where she belongs."

The man in front of me chuckles and I knew it was game over.

"I don't like it when people touch what belongs to me."

I couldn't see anything but I could hear and what I heard was a fist connecting to face, more specifically a fist breaking a bone.

Jin immediately let go of my arm, letting me move out from behind my shield who had his head tilted and his signature smirk. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was in crazy mode.

My salesman looks down at me, eyes quickly giving me a once over only to narrow when he sees my now see-through sundress. His eyes snaps back to Jin, who looked like he was about to shit his pants, "Not only was it enough to hurt my wife but you wanted to see what I get to have every night? Did you purposefully make her spill the drinks on herself?"

I quickly place myself in front of him, one of my hands going to his chest while the other goes to the side of his neck. Over the past three years, I've learned that skin-to-skin contact seems to help pull him out of the I'm a killer phase. "Look at me... Look at me, please...I want to go home."

His gaze snaps to mine and I give him a little smile, "Take me home?"

I could feel him relax a little before he reached up and takes hold of my hand that was on his chest. He shoots Jin a look that would for sure kill him if looks could kill and turn on his heels, pulling me in the direction of our home.

I don't bother turning around to look at Jin.

"What was his favorite game to play as a child?"

My salesman was already looking at me when I looked up at him.

"If you don't tell me, I'll have to pick my favorite and we both know which one that’ll be”

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callmemonster68 · 2 days ago

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JAY - Promised Marriage ( smut )

Y/N married Jay, a man she barely knew but was always promised to her. Their life together began with affection, but without intimacy. When Y/N is faced with jealousy and insecurity, her doubts about marriage come to the surface. She questions why Jay never got closer, and his response challenges everything she thought about love and care.

Pairing: Jay X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity / Arranged Marriage

WARNING: text a little longer than I usually write

Warning: explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, group sex,double penetration, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation

Y/N was nervous as she prepared for the big day. The white dress fit her body perfectly, but it was the idea of the wedding itself that made her uneasy. She and Jay had been promised to each other since birth, but they had never met. The tradition of their families, rich and powerful, left no room for questioning. It was something inevitable, something unchangeable.

She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to imagine the man who would be her husband. What would he be like? Would he love her or be a complete stranger? And what if he were an idiot, like everyone said? The stories about Jay circulated through the city, talking about his charisma, his beauty, and his charming way, but Y/N didn't believe in empty promises.

Finally, the moment has arrived. She entered the church, her footsteps echoing down the aisle with a silence that almost swallowed her. And then, at the altar, she saw him. Jay. His heart raced. He stood there, imposing, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her shiver. He seemed perfect. But, at the same time, distant.

The wedding was quick. The promises exchanged, the vows spoken, and before she had time to process everything, they were married.

Upon arriving at the apartment, a modern luxury decorated by Jay, Y/N was stunned. Everything seemed so... perfect. She didn't know what to expect, but she had never imagined anything like this. Jay led her through the house, showing every detail, as if it were a place for her. He made a point to prepare her, offer a glass of wine, and ask how she was doing. Each of his gestures was careful, as if he were protecting her from something.

But the real surprise came when he started talking about their life together. He never mentioned anything about intimacy, about what would be normal in a marriage, and that made her even more uncomfortable. Wouldn't it be strange for him? For both?

Six months had passed since the wedding, and Y/N still had that constant doubt about Jay in her mind. She felt safe with him, but there was something in her life that still seemed... incomplete. They never touched each other, never kissed. They only shared the bed, but the contact was almost nonexistent. He treated her with affection, but the emotional distance still existed.

On an ordinary night, after a long day, she found him in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Jay always took care of everything. The house was impeccable, and he worked hard in the family businesses. Y/N had no idea how he managed to handle all of that with such skill. She, on the other hand, stayed at home, enjoying the luxury he provided.

Y/N: Jay, can I ask you something? (with a low voice)

He turned around, smiling gently, as he always did.

Jay: Of course, YN. Whatever you want.

She hesitated.

Y/N: Why have you never... never tried anything? I mean, we've never touched... never done anything.

Jay paused for a moment, analyzing her words. His eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and understanding.

Jay: I wanted you to feel comfortable, (he replied, with a calm voice) I didn't want to rush anything, Y/N. I hoped that, with time, you would understand my care. I didn't want you to feel pressured.

She looked at him, and for the first time felt a wave of emotion. Maybe she was being unfair to him. He was careful, more than any other man could be. He truly cared, not out of obligation, but because he wanted her to be happy.

Y/N: I... I was afraid of being an idiot, (almost in a whisper) But you are so perfect. I don't know how you do all this.

Jay smiled again, but this time there was something different about his smile. He approached slowly, without haste, and placed his hand over hers. The touch was gentle, but there was something there, something she couldn't define.

Jay: We didn't choose this, Y/N, (he said with a calmness that made her melt) But the moment we said 'yes' at the altar, I vowed to be a good husband to you, and to strive to love you. I will continue doing everything I can to make you feel loved and cared for. If you ever want more, I will be here, for you.

Y/N remained silent, absorbing his words. Maybe love wasn't rushed. Maybe it was something that grew slowly, like the trust she now felt for Jay.

Time passed, and the routine of Y/N and Jay continued with an unsettling calmness. He continued to be the perfect husband, taking care of everything, always attentive, always present, but the conversations between them were scarce. Their relationship, despite the coexistence, seemed stagnant, as if they were on a distant island, where words did not flow and gestures were brief. Y/N, despite feeling Jay's care, could not avoid the feeling of emptiness that spread within her.

Until the company's social event arrived. Jay invited her, as always, and she accepted, even though she knew it would be yet another event where she would remain in his shadow, not knowing how to interact with the other guests. But, that night, she was different. With an elegant black dress that hugged her curves, a gift from Jay, she felt more confident than ever. It was a night to shine, to stand out.

She entered the ballroom with a more upright posture, looking around, but her gaze soon found Jay's. He was in a corner, talking to a stunning woman. She had long golden hair, a charming smile, and a gaze that didn't hide her interest. Y/N frowned. She was a colleague of his, someone she knew was close to Jay.

The way the woman smiled at Jay, how he reacted to her gentle touch on his arm, all of that made Y/N's stomach churn. She felt something tightening in her chest. Jealousy. Insecurity. A feeling she couldn't ignore. What was happening between them? Jay had never shown her anything like that before. But the simple scene made her uncomfortable.

While watching, Y/N grabbed a champagne glass and took a sip, and then another, until the contents of the glass were quickly consumed. She didn't want to stay there, watching Jay, but the urge to know what he was doing with that woman was greater than her reason.

She kept drinking. The alcohol seemed to dissipate the pain a little, but it also increased the confusion in her mind. She was furious, not understanding why she was feeling this way. She had no right to feel that way, no right to feel jealous, because, until that moment, they had barely touched, barely understood each other.

And then, something happened. She realized she was starting to lose control. The alcohol was affecting her more than she had imagined, and the confidence she felt at first was replaced by a wave of uncertainties. Before she could control herself, she was already walking back to the bar, looking for more to drink, more to numb that tightness in her chest.

Jay, noticing that Y/N was acting strangely, stepped away from the woman he was talking to and approached her. When he found her, Y/N was sitting in a corner, her head drooping forward, with slightly glazed eyes. He approached quickly, his expression worried.

Jay: Y/N, are you okay? (squatting down beside you)

She looked at him with a crooked smile.

Y/N: Sure... I'm great... Just enjoying the party, Jay. You're having a good time, right?

She let out a little laugh, but the tone was bitter, as if she wanted to provoke him.

Jay didn't seem to be swayed by the provocation. He observed her, noticed how much she had drunk, and made an immediate decision.

Jay: Let's go home. (he said, firmly)

Y/N tried to get up, but the dizziness took over her, and she almost fell to the side. Jay quickly caught her, offering his shoulder for her to lean on.

Jay: You're not going to stay here like that, Y/N. Let's go.

While he helped her leave the event, Y/N still couldn't control the thoughts that consumed her. Why was she so insecure? She didn't know what was happening, but she felt something strange inside her. Maybe the alcohol had amplified her emotions, but the anger and jealousy she felt towards Jay were not entirely fictitious. She didn't understand his reason for talking to that woman, for looking at her that way, for... being so close to her.

When they got home, Jay helped her sit on the couch, taking off her coat and doing everything possible to make her feel comfortable. But Y/N couldn't stay silent. She was confused, lost in her feelings. She felt the anguish growing.

Y/N: You were so... close to that woman, Jay, (she said, her voice faltering due to the alcohol) I saw how she looked at you. How you reacted to her. What does that mean? You don't care about this? With what I'm feeling?

Jay took a deep breath, his expression serious.

Jay: Y/N, are you okay? Is all this because of what you saw? I was just talking to her about a company project. Nothing more. And about what you're feeling... I didn't know this was happening, but I never wanted to make you feel this way. You don't need to be jealous. I am your husband, and that will never change.

Y/N looked at him, not knowing what to say. She was confused, intoxicated, but she also wanted to understand. She wanted to know what he really thought. And, somehow, what he had just said seemed like a promise. A promise that he would always be there, by her side, despite the doubts that still existed between them.

Jay approached her, but still without touching her in an invasive manner. He awaited her reaction. Y/N, in turn, felt the whirlwind of emotions inside her. The night was just beginning, but the tension between them seemed about to explode.

Sitting on the couch, Y/N could no longer hold back the tears. The alcohol had given way to a flood of confusing and intense feelings. Her eyes were tearing up, and she couldn't stop thinking about everything she had felt that night. The jealousy, the insecurity... everything was crumbling inside her.

She looked at Jay, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Y/N: Jay... you don't desire me, do you? You don't think I'm attractive. That's why... you never did anything. Why don't you... touch me? Why don't you... sleep with me?

Her voice faltered, and she looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping for a response that could ease the anguish she felt.

Jay watched her, and his expression softened as he noticed her suffering. He approached slowly, as if fearing she might pull away. He knew that this question didn't come only from a place of insecurity, but also from frustration. He sighed, searching for the right words to respond.

Jay: Y/N... you have no idea what this means to me. You have no idea how much I have to control myself every day, (he began, his voice serious but gentle) I desire you more than you can imagine. Every day, every minute by your side, it's a struggle not to cross the line. But I want you to be ready. I want you to be completely comfortable, to desire me the same way I desire you.

He paused, looking into her eyes, trying to convey the sincerity in his words.

Jay: I know you're still a virgin, Y/N. And I don't want to be the guy who rushes you. I want this to be something that comes from you, when you're ready. I care a lot about this.

Y/N felt a strange warmth spreading through her body, a mix of embarrassment and desire. She had never imagined that Jay would think of her in such... a caring way. He had never mentioned it before. What she felt was a whirlwind of emotions, but above all, the need to be loved, to be desired.

She stood up, her body trembling slightly as she approached him. She felt an urgency, an uncontrollable desire to touch him, to feel his lips. She knew she wasn't at her best, that she was drunk, but the desire took over her. Y/N approached and, with hesitation, tried to kiss him.

When their lips almost met, Jay gently held her by the shoulders, pulling her away slightly. His gaze was firm, but also full of understanding.

Jay: Y/N, wait... I know you're confused right now, and you're drinking. It won't be fair to you, nor to me, if we do this now.

He looked at her affectionately, trying to calm her down.

Jay: I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to want this, and not just because the alcohol makes you vulnerable. Be patient. I won't do anything to you this way.

Y/N looked at him, feeling the pressure of the moment, but also a sense of respect for his stance. He wasn't pulling away out of malice, but out of consideration. She could see it in his eyes, could feel the tension between them, and it only made her desire him even more.

She took a step back, breathless, still trying to process everything.

Y/N: I just... I just want to know that you desire me, Jay. I want you to want me as a woman, not just as your wife.

Jay took a step towards her, now calmer, and gently touched her face, wiping away a tear that was rolling down her cheek.

Jay: I want you, Y/N. I want you, but in a way that is special. It's not about haste, nor about what happened at that party... it's about us, and the right moment.

Y/N fell silent for a moment, absorbing his words. She wanted to believe him, wanted to understand what he was trying to say, but the frustration still lingered in the air. She knew he was being careful, but the desire within her was not something that could be ignored.

When Y/N woke up the next day, the soft morning light streamed through the bedroom window, gently illuminating the room. She was lying comfortably in bed, covered up to her neck. Something was different, but at the moment, everything seemed a bit confusing, as if the previous night were a distant memory. Her head was a bit heavy, and a strange sensation washed over her. She looked around and soon noticed a tray with breakfast carefully placed next to her on the bed.

As she looked at the man beside her, her eyes met Jay's. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a gentle smile on his face, but something in his eyes seemed to indicate that he knew exactly what had happened. When Y/N tried to remember the previous night, a wave of shame hit her. She couldn't remember all the details, but what came to mind was the desire, the interrupted kiss... and everything she had said.

Jay: Good morning, (Jay said in a calm and gentle tone, handing her the tray with a delicate gesture)

But before she could respond, he added:

Jay: It's all right, Y/N. I know it was the alcohol, not you.

She looked at him, and soon the images of the previous night began to return clearly. She remembered how she had approached him, how she had tried to kiss him, and the words that had almost left her lips. Shame took hold of her, and her cheeks turned red instantly.

Y/N: Jay, I... I don't know what happened. I didn't want to... (she started, trying to explain, but he interrupted with surprising calmness)

Jay: Y/N, you don't need to apologize. I understand. You were drunk, and I knew it wasn't your intention. There's nothing wrong. (he looked at her tenderly) I just wanted you to know that I'm not angry, and that you don't need to feel pressured.

But, as he spoke, Y/N felt something deeper growing inside her. His words, though kind, made her realize even more what she wanted, what she felt, and what she truly desired. She took a deep breath, and on impulse, looked at him with a different intensity, as if she were finally ready to face her own emotions.

She kept her eyes fixed on his, without looking away.

Y/N: Yeah, Jay... without the alcohol, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to say this. But the reality is that... I want to be desired by you. I want you to want me the same way I want you. And I want you to take me, Jay. I want to be yours for real.

Jay watched her in silence for a moment, and the tension in the air felt electric. He knew she was serious, that her words didn't come just from the alcohol, but from a deep and authentic desire.

He set the tray aside, and the expression on his face changed from a gentle understanding to something more serious. He approached her on the bed, and the intensity between them was palpable. But instead of throwing himself at her, he simply sat closer and looked at her with a gaze full of understanding.

Jay: Y/N... I've told you before. I desire you, but what I want is for you to be completely ready. I want this to be something that comes from you, with a light heart, without regrets. I want you to be completely sure that this is the right moment, because for me, you are everything.

Y/N felt a wave of emotions taking over her. She was nervous, but at the same time, her decision was made. She wanted to take that step, she wanted to be loved, desired, and cared for. She truly wanted to give herself to him.

Y/N: I'm ready, Jay, (she said with a confidence she didn't even know she had) I want you, I want to be yours.

He watched her for another second, and then, without a word, he pulled her closer with a careful and gentle gesture. He knew that this moment was important, and he was willing to wait as long as necessary for her to be completely comfortable.

But the simple fact that she said that, that she finally verbalized her desire, made the tension between them transform into something deeper. A new chapter was about to begin, and they both knew it.

The day seemed like any other. Jay had left for work early in the morning, as he always did, while Y/N stayed at home, taking care of the daily chores. But, on that day, she felt something different. The conversation from the previous night still echoed in her mind, and the desire she had kept for so long was becoming more intense.

She knew what she wanted now. She wanted to be more than a distant wife. I wanted Jay to see her not just as the woman who took care of the house, but also as the woman he desired, the one he could surrender to. She got up, put on something simple, and decided to go out. She wanted something for herself, something that would be a symbol of the desire she felt.

She went to the mall and, after some time exploring the stores, found what she was looking for: seductive black lingerie with delicate details that made her feel powerful and, at the same time, vulnerable. It was exactly what she needed to take the next step.

With the purchase in hand, she returned home and got ready. She set the dinner on the table, still feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Something inside her said that this would be the moment when everything would change between her and Jay. The kitchen was tidy, the table set with soft candles illuminating the space. She wanted him to see her in a different way, in a way he had never seen before.

When Jay got home, he was surprised to see the dinner table beautifully set, the aroma of fresh food in the air, and the soft glow of candles. Y/N was in the kitchen, with a discreet smile on her face, as if she knew what was happening, but at the same time, a little unsure about how he would react.

Jay: Hi, love... It seems like there's something special today. (Jay said with a smile, looking pleasantly surprised)

He approached her, and she gently kissed him on the cheek.

Y/N: Hi, Jay. I made dinner. Shall we eat together? (Y/N replied, her voice soft but full of an expectation she could barely hide)

They sat at the table and began to have dinner, chatting casually as if time had returned to normal. But there was a different energy in the air, a silent tension that lingered between them, as if they both knew something was about to happen. Y/N looked at him more intensely than usual, and with each smile from Jay, their heart raced faster.

Dinner went by, and the conversation flowed pleasantly, but the tension between them did not disappear. After they finished eating, Y/N stood up to take the dishes to the kitchen. Jay followed her with his eyes, and the feeling of closeness seemed to grow.

She looked at him, still with that shy smile.

Y/N: Jay, I've already organized everything in the kitchen. You can go upstairs, take a shower, and lie down. I'll finish here and come up right away.

Jay observed her for a moment, seeming taken aback by the proposal, but accepted without question.

Jay: Of course, Y/N. I'll be waiting. ( he gave a slight smile and, without further words, went upstairs )

Y/N stood there, alone in the kitchen for a few minutes, her body still trembling with the adrenaline of the situation. She stepped away from the counter, walked to the mirror in the living room, and, with a deep sigh, looked at herself once more. Now was the moment. She put on the black lingerie she had bought, trying to feel as confident as possible. When she looked in the mirror again, she couldn't help but smile at herself. She was ready.

When Y/N went up to the room, Jay was already lying on the bed, with a calm but curious look. He still didn't know what awaited him. She entered the room, and the atmosphere was now more intimate, with the lights dimmed and the mood enveloping. What she was wearing was something completely different from what he was used to seeing her in, and the tension in the air became even more palpable.

She stopped at the bedroom door, and their eyes met. Jay watched her, his breath heavier, but he said nothing. He was waiting for her to take the next step.

Y/N took a step forward, walking towards the bed where he was lying. Her smooth and determined movement caught his attention. She was no longer the same insecure person as before. Now, she knew what she wanted. She knew what she was offering him, and she was willing to receive the same intensity in return.

Y/N approached the bed even closer with steady steps, feeling the heat of her body grow with each movement. Jay's gaze was fixed on her, observing every detail, as if she were the most precious thing he had ever seen. The silence between them was heavy, laden with palpable tension, as if they both knew they were on the brink of something that would change everything forever.

When she got close to the bed, her eyes met his. Jay was lying down, but his body was tense, almost rigid. Y/N could see the internal struggle he was facing, and it only heightened the urgency within her.

She moved closer, her fingers touching the bedspread while her feet gently touched the floor. Jay didn't make any move, he just watched, but his eyes were intensely focused on her. Y/N knew he was holding back, and curiosity began to take over her.

She leaned slightly forward, her eyes fixed on his.

Y/N: Jay… (her voice was low, but filled with desire) Why are you holding back so much? What's happening?

Jay took a deep breath, and for a moment, it seemed like he wasn't going to respond. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to find strength within himself. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but laden with an intensity she could feel in every word.

Jay: I... I held on for so long, Y/N. It wasn't easy... all these months, trying to make you feel comfortable, waiting for the right moment. But now that you are here, wanting this... I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. I'm afraid to give myself completely, because if I do... you might not be able to handle it.

Jay's words hit her hard, but at the same time, she felt a deeper connection. He was afraid, yes, but it wasn't a fear that she wasn't ready. It was the fear that the intensity of what he felt was too much for her, for what he knew she wanted.

She took a step forward, closer to him, and with a firm and determined look, said:

Y/N: Jay... make me understand. I'm here. I want you. I want you to take me. I don't want to wait anymore. Do whatever you want with me.

Jay looked at her with a mix of surprise and desire. For a moment, he didn't know if he should believe what he was hearing. But the sparkle in her eyes, the way she approached with such confidence... it was impossible to ignore.

He raised his hand, touching her face gently, his fingers gliding over her skin as if he were trying to memorize every part of her face. The sensation of Jay's touch was gentle, but there was an intensity behind it, as if he had been waiting for that moment for a long time.

Jay: Are you sure? ( he asked, his voice low, almost like a whisper, but with the intensity of a man who knew he was about to cross a line )

Y/N did not hesitate. She looked deeply into his eyes and, with a firm voice, replied:

Y/N: Yes. I'm ready for you, Jay. Don't be afraid anymore.

Those words, spoken with such certainty, were like a key that unlocked something inside him. Jay couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled Y/N closer, the pressure of their bodies almost making the air thicker. He kissed her with an urgency she didn't expect, but which made her feel every nerve in her body on alert.

The kiss, initially gentle, became increasingly intense. Jay kissed her as if he were trying to free himself from all the restrictions he had imposed on himself. Y/N felt overwhelmed by desire, each kiss, each touch, made her feel more alive, more connected to him than she had ever imagined.

While they kissed, Jay's fingers explored the black lingerie she was wearing, touching her skin with a care that contrasted with the intensity of the kiss. He made her lie down beside him, and the tension between them only increased. He knew what he wanted, and so did she.

Finally, when he stepped back a little, breathing heavily, he looked her in the eyes and, with a hoarse voice, said:

Jay: You asked me to set myself free. So, get ready, Y/N, because there's no turning back now.

Y/N smiled, the anxiety mixed with immense excitement.

Y/N: I'm ready, Jay. I want you to take me, without any more reservations.

Jay pulled her firmly, but without losing his gentleness. He made her sit on his lap, their bodies so close that she could feel the heat radiating from him. His fingers traced her back, drawing imaginary lines over the thin fabric of the lingerie that barely covered her skin. The contrast between the delicacy of the touch and the intensity of his gaze made Y/N feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

Jay: You have no idea what you're doing to me, Y/N...

His voice was hoarse, laden with emotion, as his fingers slid over her shoulders, gently pushing the straps of her lingerie aside.

He didn't rush, exploring each of her reactions as if it were a book he was eager to unravel, he withdrew her delicately. Jay's eyes did not stray from Y/N's face, searching for every small sign of approval, every sigh, every subtle movement that revealed she was as devoted as he was.

Y/N felt his breath against her skin as Jay tilted his head and began kissing the curve of her neck. The warm lips left a trail of heat that seemed to ignite every part of her body. His fingers, now more firm, slid along her sides, causing shivers as they explored the contours of her waist.

She tilted her head back, allowing him even more access, while her hands finally moved to explore his body. Feeling the tension of his muscles under her fingers only intensified the desire growing within her. Jay was no longer restrained. Each touch, each kiss, seemed charged with a passion he had repressed for so long.

Jay held her face with both hands, bringing her eyes back to his. The intense look he gave her took her breath away.

Jay: You are so beautiful... so perfect...

He whispered before kissing her again, this time more slowly, savoring every moment.

Y/N: I want everything from you, Jay...

She murmured against his lips, her hands gripping his shoulders firmly. –

Y/N: Don't hold back anymore.

He smiled against her lips, a smile that was both gentle and laden with promise. Then, he carefully laid her down on the bed, covering her with his body as the tension between them reached a new level. Jay leaned on one arm while the other continued to explore her skin, teasing and testing each of her limits.

Every touch, every movement, was deliberate. Jay was determined to show Y/N exactly what he felt, without words, just with the way he adored her with his lips, his hands, and his entire body. The connection between them seemed to transcend the physical, as if each moment was a new way of saying what words could not express. He stood up, standing beside the bed facing her, he began to undress slowly, observing her reactions, she watched him, admiring every detail of his body, biting her lips, closing her thighs in excitement.

When he finally got rid of his underwear, her eyes widened; it was the first time she had seen a naked man in person, but she was sure his cock was too big.

Jay: Are you afraid it won't fit?

Y/N: How many centimeters does this thing have?

Jay looked at his member and looked at her again.

Jay: Who knows? (he said, moving closer, getting back on the bed) Nineteen? Twenty? Twenty-one? I never measured.

He held her legs and spread them apart, positioning himself between them. She tried to close her legs again, but he kept them open, firm around him.

Y/N: But I'm small!

Jay: And I'm a big guy, 1.80m tall. Did you expect me to be small?

She swallowed hard, checking his cock again, it was big, beautiful with the shiny tip from the pre-cum, she licked her lips.

Jay: Calm down, if God made it, it's because it fits. (he smiled) And well, you asked me not to hold back, now it's too late.

Jay held her thighs firmly, keeping them open, but without hurting her. The look he gave her was so full of desire that it made Y/N squirm slightly beneath him, the heat rising on her skin in an almost unbearable way.

Jay: You trust me, don't you?

His voice was low but intense as he leaned his body closer, making the heat of his skin come even closer to hers.

Y/N nodded quickly, lips slightly parted, breathing heavily.

Y/N: Yes, I trust you... just... take it easy, at least at the beginning.

Jay smiled, but this time, there was something wilder in his expression. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing lightly against her neck as he whispered:

Jay: I'll take it easy... as far as I can.

She felt his weight against her, the heat of his body enveloping her like a blanket.

Jay: Last chance to back out, Y/N.

He said, although he knew by her expression that it was out of the question.

Y/N: I'm not going to give up, Jay. I want this. I want you.

Jay positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. Y/N gripped the sheets tightly, her head thrown back, trying to cope with the intensity of the emotions that were overwhelming her. Jay knew exactly what he was doing, he seemed attentive to every reaction she had.

Jay: Ready?

Y/N took a deep breath, their eyes fixed on his, and nodded.

Y/N: Yes... do whatever you want with me, Jay.

He entered her carefully, feeling the initial resistance, but ensuring that she adjusted to him. Y/N gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to get used to the sensation. Jay stopped, waiting for her to adjust, but his tense muscles made it clear how much he was holding back.

Jay: Relax... I promise everything will be fine. (he whispered, his lips brushing against hers)

Little by little, he began to move, the movements slow at first, but soon gaining rhythm as she started to relax and adjust to him. Each thrust seemed to deepen the connection between them, and the way he looked at her, as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered, made her surrender completely.

Y/N: Jay... faster... I want more...

He didn't need any more encouragement. Jay quickened the pace, his movements now more intense, deeper, leading both of them to a state of complete ecstasy. The tension that had been building between them finally exploded, and their sounds filled the room as passion consumed them.

Y/N scratched Jay's back, trying to alleviate some of the overwhelming pleasure she felt, then her hands found his hair, and she grabbed it tightly.

Jay: Don't pull my hair so hard. (he asked with a voice hoarse with pleasure)

Y/N: Why?

Jay: Because I'll end up finishing faster.

Y/N: Like this? (she said, pulling her hair even harder)

Jay groaned hoarsely, his head tilting back as he felt her fingers intertwine tightly in his hair. He tried to maintain control, but the way she was teasing him was testing all his limits.

Jay: You want to drive me crazy, don't you? (he said with a crooked smile, his eyes burning with desire as he looked at her)

Y/N: I just want to see how much you can take... (she replied, her voice laden with boldness and desire, her lips curved into a defiant smile)

Jay, however, was not the type to back down from a challenge. He let out a low, husky laugh, leaning forward, biting her lower lip before speaking in a tone that was a mix of promise and warning.

Jay: You're playing with fire, Y/N. I hope you're ready for what that means.

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands up above her head, pinning her against the mattress. The movement was firm but not aggressive, and the look he gave her made her heart race.

Jay: If you want to play, that's fine. But remember who's in control here.

He leaned his body forward, moving his hips with more force now, the thrusts deeper, making Y/N arch her body against him, a loud moan escaping her lips. The intensity of his movements seemed to double with each passing second, and she felt as if she were being consumed by him, each touch, each kiss, each movement making it impossible to think of anything other than the man before her.

Y/N: Jay... I can't take it anymore... (she murmured between moans, her eyes half-closed as pleasure took over her)

Jay smiled against her skin, his lips brushing her neck as he increased the pace even more.

Jay: So let me see you lose control. I want everything, Y/N.

He released her wrists, letting his hands run over her curves, exploring every piece of skin while he maintained the intense rhythm. Y/N grabbed his shoulders again, digging her nails into his skin as her body was overtaken by pleasure. Jay seemed to have no limits, each of his movements was calculated to take her even higher, as if he wouldn't rest until he saw her completely surrendered to him.

Y/N: Jay... I'm... so close... (she managed to say, her breath uneven)

He leaned in once more, his lips brushing against hers in a hungry kiss, before whispering against her lips:

Jay: So come with me.

With those words, he intensified the movements, his hands gripping her hips as he guided each thrust with precision. The room was filled with their sounds, their bodies in perfect harmony, until they both reached climax together, a moment of pure euphoria that seemed to erase everything around them.

Jay collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they both tried to catch their breath. He held her close, his fingers tracing gentle lines on her skin while a satisfied smile played on his lips.

Jay: You almost destroyed me with that hair pull, you know?

He said, his voice still hoarse but full of humor.

Y/N laughed softly, her fingers drawing circles on his chest.

Y/N: I think we now know your weak point.

Jay smiled, kissing the top of her head.

Jay: You are my weak point, Y/N.

She snuggled closer to him, feeling completely satisfied and safe in his arms. The connection between them was stronger than ever, and they both knew that night would be unforgettable.

When their gazes met again, he whispered, with a voice that was almost a moan:

Jay: There's no turning back, Y/N. You are mine now. Just mine.

He kissed her forehead tenderly, a simple gesture but full of meaning.

Jay: I don't want you to feel like you have to wait for me anymore. I want you to show me when the right moment comes, and I will be here, ready to love you in every way you want. No matter how long it takes.

Y/N felt a wave of emotion wash over her. The feeling of security he gave her, not just as a husband but as a man, was creating a solid foundation between them. It wasn't just about desire, but about the love that was being built, about the respect he had for her, her needs, and her feelings.

Y/N: I didn't know what to expect from us, Jay, ( Y/N replied ) But now I know that all I really want is to be with you, grow with you, and discover more about the two of us. Because when I'm with you, everything seems to make sense.

They stayed there, in the stillness of the night, embracing each other, understanding each other more with every passing second. There was no hurry. There was no need for anything more than that shared moment, where words and touches were enough to build the connection that now seemed unbreakable.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

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memoirofasparklemuff1n · 3 days ago

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I hope you are well, sorry if there are any errors (English is not my native language), I love your stories, I would like you to write one of anguish, sadness, as sad as you can, about Rafe. I would appreciate it very much

long sleeves- r.c. x reader

OMGG my first request!!! i'm good and i hope you are as well <3 thank you for asking bb. sorry i took so long, i just started school and i hadn't seen this for some reason, but i gotchu. and don't worry about the english, it's not my first language either, so i see you hehe I HOPE THIS IS SAD ENOUGH!! if not lmk, cuz i'll crank it up. a/n: i actually had this idea earlier today so i think i can do this. i hope you like gracie abrams cuz it's inspired by long sleeves and i've wanted to use this song in something since it came out lol. warnings: drug mentions with addiction portrayal and domestic violence, as well as depression. if it's too much don't read it, take care of yourself first! <3

i don't know what it is about how you breathe.

his chest rising and falling, his face turned away from me even in his sleep. it seemed like it was always this way now, so much so that i couldn't even remember the last time his eyes warmed my soul instead of turning it into ice. i turned to face the ceiling and took in a few deep breaths, before i untangled myself from his sheets and padded toward the bathroom. i turned on the light before locking the door behind me and turned to face the mirror. my hollow, tired face staring back at me. when had i become this girl? i stepped closer as if in fear of seeing up close the sadness that invaded my features. dark circles looked permanently etched to my skin a shiver passing through me. i looked down at my arms, which were covered by rafe's long sleeved shirt. i lifted them slowly and saw the bruises that circled my wrists like a twisted version of bracelets.

he hurt me. not just emotionally this time, he physically hurt me.

i'll never hurt you, okay? how stupid i'd been to believe those words, when all he ever did was hurt me. again and again and again. the worst part being that i always forgave him, but i couldn't this time, not when the evidence was staring right at me in the mirror. i had to do this for her, for me. i pull the sleeves down and left the sad girl in the mirror forever. the doorknob somehow felt like the scariest thing in the world. it's just a door, don't be an idiot. i rolled my eyes because that was the only thing i could be these days. a fucking idiot.

i gathered what little courage i still had left and opened the door silently, relieved to see him in the same position as before. i went to the side of his bed as quietly as i could and looked at his face for what felt like forever. his hair fell over his forehead in a childlike manner, no angry lines or hateful glares in sight.

when had i lost him? the love of my life, my soulmate, my best friend?

this was all my fault, i turned my back at the wrong moment. his stupid friends encouraging him to try out this new 'kicker'. snow, they called it. ridiculous. when i came back he was cutting that ivory into skinny pieces, then he cleaned it with his face. i remember standing there in shock and a sizzling rage began brimming to the surface. i stalked towards him pushing his face back, then dragging him by the arm outside of whatever stupid kook's house we were at.

that was the first time we'd ever fought and i felt my heart crack a little. he knew how much i hated drugs, the way they ruined people. hell, i even hated drinking but it wasn't my body so whatever. this was different and he knew it, but of course he always had to be the coolest guy around his friends. i'd walked home that night, waking up to him blasting my phone with calls and text messages. he'd apologized and i'd believed him.

then he apologized again, then again and again. the cycle had already formed. i'd accepted his outbursts despite them hurting me emotionally, maybe because i couldn't see the bruises up front.

it was hard to believe this was the same boy who'd screamed at me. who told me he hated me to my face with his hands wrapped around my wrists hard enough to bruise just a few hours earlier before passing out after getting high again. he almost looked like his old self, almost being the keyword. his nose still had a bit of white powder on it, a baggie of cocaine and a rolled up $100 bill at the side, along with some pills that i didn't even want to know what they were.

i turned and took out the bag i usually brought when i was staying over at his house, before walking towards the dresser and opening the drawers. i had a small haul of clothes for when i was here for more than a day or two and couldn't help but let the tears start streaming down my face. i remembered the day he'd made this small space for me, the gesture solidifying our relationship in my head. i remembered his smile and the way he'd kissed my face for what seemed a million times. "i love you, kid." he always called me kid in a teasing way because it irritated the hell out of me but when he said it like that, i knew i'd let him call me whatever he wanted and i'd gladly accept it.

the memory was a stark contrast to the now cold room, with the moon as my only witness. i finished packing everything before putting on sweatpants and my shoes. i felt him stir a bit and i pleaded to whatever divine power was out there that he'd just pretend it was only wind.

i looked at his beautiful face one more time, a single tear falling to his side, the irony not lost on me.

i turned and left him behind. the tears blurred my vision just enough that i couldn't record the final moments in which i would ever walk these halls again.

y'all why she so dramatic with her packing up, lmaoo. (i literally would’ve been worse)

ok but on a serious note, if you or anybody you know is in a similar situation, please try your best to break the cycle <3 i'm thinking of maybe writing a part two but i don't know if i should sooo lmk. div creds!!- by @anitalenia

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batboyblog · 2 days ago

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i live in the south, and i used to follow someone on here who lives in the same state as me, who i thought would've understood how difficult things are for marginalized people who live in red states and why we needed harris to win. but they kept reblogging posts about how both parties are the same and anyone who votes for harris is voting for genocide (as if letting trump win was going to be any better?? he's just started talking about wanting to "clean out the whole thing" and forcibly displace all remaining palestinians by making them move to jordan and egypt, an idea which every group who would be affected hates 🙄). i kept hoping they'd finally realize the very obvious fact that contributing to trump's win wasn't going to make things better for any decent person in the world but the last straw for me was when they posted something like "well i was going to go vote for [fictional character] but the line was too long so i just went home haha!!" i blocked them right after that, and now of course trump is in office and things are going to get so much worse for me and for them as those of us in red states have so much less of a chance to push back against our local governments and all of the bigots who voted for trump will feel more emboldened by his win. so yeah, i share your small fantasy that people like that will wake up and realize they were wrong for spreading these ideas. sorry for venting in your inbox though lol, you don't have to reply to this if you don't want to!

One of my best friends in politics is from Louisiana. He's gay and when he came out his parents sent him to a pray the gay away camp where... really horrible shit happened. And I think about that skinny kid coming out of just the most horrible shit imaginable and being a Freshman in college working his ass off for a Red State Democratic Senator, Mary Landrieu, Mary didn't win, but he worked SO hard for her. And we met working on Hillary's campaign together, boy has bad luck with Democratic women running for office.

Any ways the point is, I love red state Dems, I really do. My friend really loved John Bel Edwards, now I don't think either of us really fully agreed with Edwards, I know my friend was as feminist as a gay boy can be and believed in the right to an abortion totally, Edwards was/is one of the rare pro-life Democrats. But my friend understood, a Democratic governor would protect more people's rights, do more for the poor and the disadvantaged. Edwards' signed an order day one in office banning LGBT discrimination in the state government, when a Republican took over 8 years later, day one, threw that order out, a lot like Trump undoing all the pro-LGBT orders Biden did and rolling back trans rights/access to federal documents that came about under President Obama and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton.

I think thats the thing, in Red States and in America at large we share this big country with a lot of people most of whom are more conservative than I am, so how do I get as much of what I want as I can? Do I vote Mickey Mouse for President? no I vote for the candidate that will do the most good, I won't always agree with them, I don't agree with myself most of the time.

idk it's not... theoretical to me? I'm likely not writing my best work here but when it comes to voting I think about all the people in my life who needed help, if they got it or not, and the ways they were left behind or would have been life behind and all the kids out there, queer kids trans kids, the poor always the poor kids, you know and the loss they'll suffer because of 4 years of a Republican President. And yes Trump is a VERY bad Republican President but if we ever get to some future after him there will come a time where maybe a bland centrist Democrat will run against a business focused Republican, Bush V Gore? and people will say "oh there's no difference" and there is.

oh also I want to say, the little old ladies, the normie "cringe lib" wine moms and grandmas (and yes dads and granddads, but more women then men tbh) who struggle with a grand-nephews pronouns did more for trans rights by going out knocking doors for Harris one weekend, then shitty leftist posters (trans and not) who endlessly attacked Dems and voting.

any ways I'm sorry all this is happening, idk what state you're in or how bad it is or will be. I don't have easy answers for living through this long night of the soul. As Thomas Paine put it all those years ago "These are the times that try men's souls: The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman." it is trying my soul, but I will endure as we all must endure, we can not give up we cannot fail, we cannot allow ourselves to be ground down by fascists, and by their handmaids who act as if they're on our side, I hope everyone is looking to what they can do, and what the next chance they have to fight back and take back political power is.

#politics #political #rambling #ask #answer

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valewright67 · 1 day ago

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YAY!!

So I'm just gonna start writing and hope it's at least like, half coherent. Also, blatant honesty, I am absolutely just copy pasting some bits and pieces from your works, cuz it is LATE, and I do not have the energy to paraphrase EVERYTHING.

Edit: wow, ok, I got very carried away, whoops. Hope you enjoy anyways?

Edit 2: I actually DO have more where this came from, regarding Ximena Talis, the commune, how Viktor is going to shift his focus, how he's going to "disconnect them" while still keeping them healed, but also about the commune react to the fact that The Herald Has A Child??

Some things for context, might be helpful!

Like I mentioned, it's a fusion of "Not Alone Anymore" and "Pull the Blanket Tight Now"

This is what a newborn (ish) baby harbor seal looks like. I believe this one is only a few days old. Quite possibly one of the cutest creatures to exist on the entire planet. (I have a soft spot for seals.)

Here is information on the name I opted for. I almost went with "Ciela" instead, because it's a Spanish name girl's name meaning "Sky" and I thought "Oh hey, Jayce would totally do that to honor Sky, and Viktor would like it too." But then I realized I'd be calling the selkie baby "seal-a" and that was a BIT too heavy handed. So Ilona instead! It's a Czech name!

It doesn't diverge too heavily up until the point baby is born. I opted for daughter, just because, like... Jayce just feels like a Girl Dad, y'know?

It took me a bit to figure out how to get around Mage Viktor realizing that Jayce is a selkie, but I got there eventually! If a selkie gives birth while in human form, their baby will also be in human form. Their Coat is formed instead upon their First Swim, when their parent takes them into the water for the first time, a thick, glowing swath of bubbles (in lieu of seafoam, if not in the ocean) will form around them and sort of compress into a Coat.

And because of Plot Reasons, Mage Viktor isn't looking during this brief moment. Maybe he's checking other realities, maybe he's overwhelmed and having A Moment with his own Jayce, (or what's left of him) who he never got to have a child with.

OK, WE BEGIN:

Jayce clings onto her, dried tear tracks from the hours of pain and fear being quickly overriden by more as he traces dirty fingers over the moles dotted on her cheeks, making a little hiccupping laugh as her tiny hand wraps all the way around his index finger and grips with all her Itty bitty might.

Gods, she's perfect.

He presses a shaky kiss to her forehead, and begins the long, arduous process of hauling himself to the pool at the edge of the cave. The water is uncomfortable chilly, even for him, and he murmurs frantic apologies as her wails begin anew, distressed at the cold. It's a sorry excuse for a First Swim, and he cannot even join her as he should, but it is all he has to offer, and his mother drilled into him the importance of selkie children touching the water within an hour of birth. Otherwise, their Coats will never form, and they'll be left untethered to the world, permanently adrift within their own minds.

The wave of relief he feels when a cradle of bubbles forms around her in iridescent swirls is almost enough to make him pass out, and he only barely manages to hold onto her.

The shimmering condenses into a glowing pelt, then the light fades away. Instinctively, she curls herself up, and he helps, lifting the edges of the tiny pelt to wrap around her tiny body. A moment later, there's a seal pup wiggling half heartedly in his hands, and he chokes on a laugh. She's so very beautiful, a soft gray with white underbelly, and splattered in black spots. She'll look different when she's older, of course. All pups start a bit like this. But he can't help but think she's the best of them all.

She shifts back easily enough soon after, and though he leaves her Coat with her to lie in (it's so cold, he won't take that away from her) he keeps her swaddled against his chest, pelt and all tucked within the torn and retied remains of his coat and hammer that form a sling. Protecting her from the eyes he sees everywhere.

The eyes. Eyes of those lost, those dead. Those angry, who would seek to tear her from him, just to see him hurt. Reality fluxes, and she remains his tether to it, only emerging from the haze of hallucinations to tend to her.

She's hungry, whining for milk constantly. He's hungry too. He eats as much as he can, grateful that against all odds, the amount of lizards (those damned, disgusting lizards) seems to have somehow increased, despite the loud cries of his infant. Still though, resources his body can spare are precious few, and he knows she isn't getting enough. They'll both starve, at this rate.

It's with a new sense of determination he starts trying to find a way out of this cursed hole. She's two weeks old when he finally manages to claw himself over the top ledge, and he collapses with a ragged grunt. She makes a startled, sleepy noise against his chest, and he chuckles softly, stroking over the sling. "Yeah, darling, we made it. Halfway there, right?" She gurgles, tiny fist freeing itself from the fold and waving under his nose, and he presses a kiss to her knuckles before hauling himself upright to continue onwards. UPwards.

Really, he should have known it was Viktor. It's always Viktor. This lonely, regret-plagued man is Viktor. Not his Viktor, but it matters little to Jayce. He cannot bear to see any iteration of his partner suffer.

And... he might know how to help him. His arms tighten ever so slightly around his daughter, and he lifts his chin.

"Do you still have it? My coat?" He interrupts the older man’s speech.

Viktor eyes the ruined tailcoat Jayce is wearing as a sling, confused.

"Your… coat?"

"The blanket, I mean. The one I gave you when you woke up fused to the Hexcore."

This time, Viktor's eyes light up with understanding and sadness.

"…I do, actually. I have never parted from it."

There is a deep longing in his voice, one that makes Jayce’s heart ache, as he slowly opens up his cloak to reveal what’s underneath.

There it is, his pelt, neatly wrapped in a tunic around Viktor’s body. It has become worn and tattered with time, surely due to the derelict state of this world’s Jayce, but the ribbons and little metal accessories Viktor has added to it show that the garment has been deeply loved and cared for.

This constatation leaves Jayce breathless. Years, maybe decades have passed since this Viktor received his coat, and not only has he kept it, but he is clearly treating it like his most prized possession. He can even sense some reluctance in the mage’s movements, as if he is hesitant to disclose what is obviously a mirror to his soul, even to Jayce himself.

And the blanket he is wearing thrums with Selkie magic still. Just like Jayce’s own.

Which means there might be hope.

“Put it over his shoulders. It might not work, but… it’s worth a try.”

Viktor nods, without asking for any further explanation. The absolute trust he puts in him has Jayce’s heart racing once again.

With trembling fingers, Viktor refastens his cloak, then he calls forth his powers to have the blanket materialize into his hand. Jayce cannot help but watch in awe as he bends the Arcane to his will so easily. Although he knows it is not a desirable outcome, the prospect that his Viktor could master such an intricate art has him weak at the knees.

It is with infinite gentleness that Viktor puts the blanket over his petrified companion. For a second, nothing happens, and Jayce fears to have been mistaken, to have only caused Viktor further distress, but then the stone starts cracking as the transformation takes effect. And just like that, the lifeless statue gives place to a shaking, breathing man.

“Now take it off,” Jayce instructs before his counterpart’s selkie nature can be revealed.

Viktor doesn’t have to be told twice. He follows his advice to the letter, then rushes to hug his revived partner. Jayce’s alter ego lets his corrupted hammer fall to the ground to better welcome him in his arms.

Years of complete immobility have shrunken his muscles down and his body has become emaciated with hunger, leaving him in a pitiful state, but whatever strength he has left, he uses to cling to Viktor. Worrying as his condition might be, Jayce has no doubt he will soon flourish again under Viktor’s care.

They stay intertwined for a long while, both of them sobbing quietly in immeasurable relief, and Jayce knows better than to disturb them.

Then Viktor lifts his eyes towards him again.

“How?”

Jayce smiles and shakes his head, then points toward his counterpart with his chin.

“It’s for him to tell, not me. Do you... Do you want to meet her? Hold her?"

There's a sharp intake of breath, wide eyes darting from his face to the bundle on his chest. His counterpart, too, looks up in startled awe.

Slowly, the Mage nods, and Jayce doesn't hesitate to undo the sling, to transfer her over into the waiting arms before him.

The Mage - Viktor - releases a trembling breath as he carefully glides a thumb over her cheek, silvery tears trickling down his own. His Jayce presses the sides of their beards together, trying to wiggle impossibly closer to get a better look. She whines a little as she wakes, scrunching up her whole face and then blinking up at them with brilliant amber eyes. Viktor husks a laugh. "Hello, beautiful one. What- What is her name, Jayce?"

"...She doesn't have one, yet." He murmurs guiltily. "I... I could not THINK well enough to give her one worthy of her. Would... YOU name her. For me?"

Those startled wide eyes are back again, looking up at him in shock even as silvery tears continue to escape. "Wha-? You want me to-?"

Jayce shrugs. "Who better? You are her father, after all."

Viktor looks back down at her, brow scrunched in that way Jayce had always adored, that meant he was trying to think through every possibility of a problem all at once.

"Ilona... For I have never seen a light in the dark as bright as she," He manages at last, and his Jayce runs a shaking hand over her downy soft hair. "That's lovely, V."

"Hm..." He traces the mole on her forehead, "C-Can I-?"

"Go ahead," Jayce whispers, trusting him fully, and the ache in his chest swells when he brushes a lingering kiss to that spot, laughing quietly when those tiny fingers grasp onto his graying beard. A moment later she slips back into sleep, and Viktor almost reluctantly passes her back over.

"She'll sleep through the teleportarion now, and know no pain from it. I'm sorry that I can't offer you the same, but..." his hand sinks down fully, fingers twining with his Jayce's, squeezing apologetically, "there is no world in which I would choose the Glorious Evolution - in which I'd choose my own pride and ambition - over the two of you. Over... over her. You won't need to resort to violence to convince me, not once I see her."

"Really? You mean that's all it would have taken?" His Jayce teases with a raspy voice, "I just needed to let you knock me up? That's it?"

"Wha- Jayce!" Viktor blurts with a sputtered laugh and both Jayce's managed twin snorts at his horrified amusement.

Jayce nodded once, then nodded again as he strapped her securely back to his torso. "Right. Send me back," he declares, tone ringing with determination as he wraps his arms around the bundle on his chest, "I'll get through to him. We both will, won't we, Ilona?"

Then the world flares with pain and color, and reality breaks. When his senses return, he's in the chamber room of the hexgates, groaning as he hauls himself back to his feet. Fucking FUCK, but that hurts, like every cell in his body turned to firey static.

The first thing he registers is... "Salo? What are you doing here?"

"...One could ask the same question." His voice sounds... distorted, almost, and Jayce grits his teeth as he tries to determine if that affect is a hallucination or not.

"How are you walking?" He demands, arms still wrapped protectively around his chest.

"Who do you think could mend such a broke creature?" Salo replies easily. "Would you want... to speak with him?"

A moment of tense silence passes, and every hair on his neck rises in alarm as Salo's body is- is taken over, somehow.

"Jayce," Viktor's voice rings through Salo, as soothing as it is disturbing, "I feared I wouldn't get the chance to speak with you."

"Viktor?" He breathes, slowly moving forwards, grasp around Ilona loosening ever so slightly.

"I would prefer to converse in person," he starts, raising Salo's hands out between them, "but there is so... so... what is that?" He cuts himself off, staring wide eyed at the bundle against his chest. "Jayce, is that-? Is that a ba-?"

"Stop!" He barks out, talking a couple limping steps backwards, hands shifting to cradle her firmly, to CONCEAL her. "You- I do not want the first time you see our daughter to be through any eyes but your own. I do not want the first time you hear her to be with any other ears. And I demand that the first time you touch her be with your own hands, metal or not, just YOURS!"

Viktor/Salo is still staring with his mouth agape, not having moved a muscle. Jayce breathes heavily. "I... I have to... Fuck!" He snarls, and staggers as another hallucination strikes him, a pained moan slipping out as leg wobbles. "I have to find her milk, I'm- I'm starving, my body won't produce, she's hungry, I have to- I need to make sure she's ok. She's- She's my priority now, Viktor, not you, I need to-"

"We have milk here," Viktor blurts, interrupting him, "There's a couple nursing mothers, I'm sure they'll help. Piltover is- it's dangerous, right now. Please, Jayce, there is a place for you, with me, for-for both of you!"

Jayce couldn't help a weak smirk at the reversal. "Piltover is dangerous, huh? Does that make me scary?"

"A little," Viktor admits in a whisper, "You're scaring me a little. Mostly, I'm scared for you. I don't understand- but you can explain, when you get here? I'll meet you on your way, as soon as I leave Salo, I'll start running. I can run now."

"I need a promise from you first."

"Anything, Jayce."

"Listen to what I say. Believe me. Use your kinda freaky mind powers to see what I saw. Then and only then will I let you hold her."

"Done."

"Then I'll see you soon."

Salo shuddered, and when his eyes rolled back, they too trained onto the bundle. "...Damn, Talis. Get it, I guess."

Jayce snorted inelegantly, and started limping past him towards the exit. "C'mon then. You're my guide, aren't you? I hope so, because I have no idea where I'm going other than 'down.'"

Their pace is slow, but they're still well into Zaun when he hears rapid footsteps coming from ahead of them. Jayce tenses, lips twisting into a snarl as he prepares to defend against whatever is-

"Jayce!!"

Oh.

It's Viktor, a bit of a frazzled mess, and chest rising and falling as he forces his body to regulate to the exertion. His hair is longer, and-

And he's wearing his coat in a manner that's frankly FAR too attractive for his current state of mind. As a matter of fact, he's pretty sure that it's the ONLY thing he's wearing, minus some straps holding it in place. Jayce only barely manages not to collapse to his knees then and there, but he does muster a wobbly smile.

"Hi, Viktor. I missed you."

Viktor has his hands over his mouth as he looks him over and takes in all the little details Salo's eyes didn't know to pick up. "Jayce... You look like you've been dragged backwards through Hell, what's happened?? What, you, baby?? And?? Is that Arcane Scarring??"

He honestly doesn't think he can say he's EVER seen Viktor THIS flustered, and its a bit entertaining. "You're not actually entirely wrong. I'll tell you everything when we've got some more privacy. REAL privacy. Your ears only." He takes another step forward, and Viktor's eyes train down onto the brace that creaks around his crooked leg.

"Is that... your hammer?"

"What's left of it, yes. Vik-"

"Yes?" Viktor almost cuts him off in his urgency to attend his needs, and Jayce firmly resists the urge to laugh.

"I'm- tired. Really really tired. And I haven't had a proper bath in months, nevermind a shower. The sooner we get down to wherever it is we're going, the sooner I can rest. Can we-?"

"Of course, of course, I'm sorry! Here- it'll make it easier to walk," he holds out his staff, which Jayce wraps a roughened hand around shakily, and smiles.

They continue further into the depths of the undercity, which would make him nervous were it not for Viktor's kind of frantic hovering offering a thorough distraction. Normally, it might have annoyed him slightly. But honestly, after all those months with only his own hallucinations and a mysterious swelling bump for company, it's... kind of nice.

He stops in his tracks when the commune comes into view. "Wow," he mutters, and Viktor's worried glance shifts slightly to one of pride.

"There's a forge too! It's useful to have, of course, but well. I mostly made it for you, if you ever joined me."

"Viktor..."

"And a greenhouse! Do you remember that first plant we grew with the hexcore? It thrives down here! And I had a lab made as well, and There's chambers for you already! They're attached to mine- oh! I didn't mean to be presumptuous, I just, I thought- well, if you want ones with some distance, that can be arranged-"

"Vik-"

"There's not a nursery beyond the communal one, I'm afraid. I wasn't... exactly expecting... but no matter! We can design one, however you'd like it!"

"Viktor!"

"Do you like it?" He breathes, and Jayce stares at him, then huffs out a little laugh.

"You've never done things by halves, that's for sure. It's... incredible, Viktor. But first-"

"Oh! Oh yes, of course, thats right, ah, Salo, please show Jayce to his chamber, I'll go grab some things!"

Salo gives him a shallow bow, and Jayce watches as Viktor hurries off, before turning away to follow his guide.

Time passes strangely once he collapses onto the small couch, in an odd, distorted blipping. Vaguely, he registers that his chambers - that Viktor had no guarantee would ever be used - were, frankly, resplendent in comparison to some of the others he'd glimpsed. A large mattress is tucked into a corner, no frame, but it's covered in soft blankets and pillows, and there's a wide desk and chair against another wall, complete with a shelf full of notebooks and tomes. A large, plush rug covers half the floor, and he curls his toes into it curiously, delighting in the soft texture. Plus the couch, which even he can admit is luxurious. Though, even the toughest couch would be achingly soft right now, after months of nothing but stone, so maybe he's biased, but he's hardly complaining about that.

"Sorry I took so long," he hears Viktor murmur, and he lolls his head to look at him as he enters, carrying a small wooden crib under one arm, and holding a bottle in the other. "I had to warm up the milk, I wasn't sure how- one of the nursing mothers stores her extra, I guess she produces a lot. Comes in handy at least. She helped me, and someone else had a spare crib their little one is too big for now-"

"Viktor,"

"Yes?"

"Come sit."

Viktor does, obedient as a dog, wide eyed and eager to please, and Jayce feels a surge of amusement. Who's the puppy now, huh? The reminder of their days before, bantering in the lab, pulls an ache into his chest. He shakes it off as he finally, at last, undoes the sling and settles her into his arms instead, letting the ruined tailcoat fall to the ground with a quiet thump. She's still sleeping, though her fist clenches and unclenches a little as she's moved.

"Oh..." Viktor breathes, eyes trained solely onto her, and Jayce smiles. "Go ahead," he whispers, "She's your daughter too. You can touch her."

Viktor bites down on the inside of his lip, and raises a finger to trace delicately over the moles on her face, unknowingly following the same pattern his post apocalyptic counterpart had. And- "Hello, beautiful one. What- What is her name, Jayce?" -his words, too, uttered in that same whispy reverence.

"Ilona," he tells him, and she scrunches her entire little face in a yawn, blinking her eyes open at last, "her name is Ilona."

A silvery tear coursed a quick track down his cheek, and he pulled his hand back when Jayce readjusted her. "Bottle, please?"

"Oh, yes, right, here! She showed me how to test the temperature, It should be good."

"Dab a little on my wrist then," Jayce requested, one arm still cradling his daughter, "I've seen my mother do it enough times when she used to babysit for extra money."

Viktor did, and Jayce flexed his wrist a little as he gauged it. "That'll do," he took the bottle and held it to her lips. "C'mon, sweetheart, please latch, please- Oh, thank you," he whispers in relief as she tentatively wraps her mouth around it, then starts suckling, "that's good, hm? Sorry darling, I know you've been hungry, I tried my best, but you won't go without anymore, I'll make sure of it." She whines when he takes it away from her, still about half full, and he murmurs apologies as he passes it back to Viktor, shifting her to bounce a little against his shoulder. "Sorry, love, sorry, but we gotta start small, I don't want you to get sick, there, go ahead and burp for me, yeah? Not like this shirt can get more ruined than it already is, that's a good girl."

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Viktor looking at them with an adoring, dare he say Reverent expression. He's almost impressed that his face doesn't so much as waver when she spits up down his front, beyond reaching down to grab the tattered tail coat and pass it over to be used as a wipe.

Ilona yawns, and then shows off her brilliant gummy smile, and Viktor just melts. "Hi, Ilona," he greets her, sinking down into the couch to be eye level with her. "She's got your eyes, Jayce."

"Oh please, she's you in miniature. Look, the moles, the nose, the shape of her eyes. Even her hair is more your shade of brown, I bet you anything it'll be fluffy like yours too, once it grows out some more." He shifts to address her, nose rubbing against hers gently. "Nine months, nine months you spent inside my womb, and all you inherited was my tan? Outrageous," he declares in good humor, and Viktor shakes with laughter. Jayce let's it go on for an indulgent moment, and then sighs, lowering her gently onto the couch between them, her little Coat plush underneath her. "We have to talk now, Viktor," he says quietly, "and we'll decide what to do from there."

Viktor's smile dropped slowly, and he nodded. "Yes, I... can we start with where you were? You just- vanished, Jayce. Right off the face of Runeterra. No one could find you anywhere, *I* couldn't find you anywhere, no matter how hard I looked. Everyone thought you were dead. You had a funeral!"

"Well. I kinda DID vanish off the face of Runeterra. THIS Runeterra, at least."

"What do you mean."

"I'm sure you've noticed the Arcane anomaly under the hexgates by now?" At Viktor's confirming nod, he continued. "Long story short, I got stuck inside of it. And it took me to a future. A... A really really bad one. It's difficult to explain, but... ah..."

"I can- Look? At your memories? If that's easier."

"Yes, but! But I have a condition."

"Name it."

"As soon as you touch me, you're going to notice the damage to my body. My leg, the Arcane corruption rotting in my wounds, the way... the way I know my mind has fractured from my time there, I can tell it has, and-"

"I can heal all of that! I'll heal you, Jayce, I'll take away your pain-"

"No! No, you will not. That is my condition, Viktor."

"What?"

"Don't heal me. Not even a little bit."

"But- you're in pain, and I can fix it-"

"No, that's final. This will just have to heal the old fashioned way. Do NOTHING but look at my memories. And when you see what I have seen, you'll understand WHY. Am I understood?"

"....."

"I don't like giving ultimatums, Viktor, you know I hate it. But I'm not budging on this, it's agree, or I leave right now, and I take Ilona with me."

"Very well," Viktor finally agreed, albeit reluctantly. "I swear I'll only look."

Jayce smiled a little as he relaxed, and when Viktor's hands raised, he held onto his wrists and pressed them to his cheeks. Their foreheads pressed together, and they fell into his mind.

He's glad now for his foresight in setting down Ilona, because his grip squeezes tightly enough around Viktor's wrists to leave dark bruises, had he been anyone else, as they relive everything.

His arrival into that apocalyptic wasteland, the hollowed remains of the Evolved Ones, the petrified corpses stuck in a permanent state of terror, his fall into the chasm, the sharp, overwhelming pain of his leg being shattered, his descent into madness and his confused paranoia as his belly began to swell with something unknown.

Her birth, his first bit of happiness in months and months, her First Swim, and his climb to the very highest point in Piltover.

Seeing their counterparts in this world gone wrong.

Viktor is breathing raggedly by the end of it, and tears himself away with a sharp gasp, falling off the couch and onto the ground as he shakes with all this new knowledge.

Jayce is panting too, and he knows he's crying. "Do you see now? Do you see why I can't let you continue on the path you're on?" His partner manages a little nod, and then a sob tears from his chest, and he covers his face.

"What have I done? What have I done, Jayce?"

"Nothing we can't fix," he slides a bit clumsily down to the ground with him, and lifts his head between his hands, thumbs wiping away silvered tears. "Partners, right? You don't have to do this alone."

"But I left you alone first-!"

"I forgive you,"

"You should hate me-"

"Well, I don't."

"I caused that apocalypse-"

"So did I."

"Why- Why do you persist? After everything I've done?"

Jayce bumped their foreheads together. "Because I promised you. Because I missed you. Because I don't want our daughter to grow up without you. Because I trust you. Because I know you can do so much good in this world, even without this Glorious Evolution business," he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips, tasting the salty, metallic tears gathered there, "and because I love you, Viktor."

Viktor's whole face scrunched up, in a way that greatly resembled Ilona's when she was about to start wailing, and Jayce felt a surge of fondness as he realized where she'd gotten that expression from. Then Viktor's arms are around his neck, and he's clinging with everything he has, and Jayce let's them fall back onto the carpet to cling back, fingers twisting into his Coat.

It takes a bit for Viktor to loosen his grip a little, and Jayce starts running a hand up and down his back soothingly.

"...Ilona's a selkie," he whispers at last.

"Yes." Jayce confirms quietly.

"That means... you're a selkie, as well."

"...Yes."

Viktor draws in a shaky breath. "Where's your Coat, Jayce?"

"...I think you already know the answer to that, V."

"Confirm it for me. Please."

Jayce's fingers flexed into the blanket, into his Coat. "You're wearing it."

He let out a wounded noise. "I-I took your Coat away from you-"

"No," He shook his head, rolling them onto their sides so they could be eye to eye, "no, Viktor. I gave it to you, because I wanted you to be safe and warm, more than anything else. And I never went after it, because I knew... I knew it'd be safe with you, and it'd keep you safe in turn. There's a big difference between that and stealing it."

"But-"

"How long are you going to try and argue that you're a monster before you realize that I'm not going to let you?" Jayce asks light heartedly, and Viktor scowls. He snorts. "Alright, come on, help me up again. Please tell me there's a warm bath somewhere in this place? I think I'd murder for one right now."

"There's baths, yes," he assures him, helping him rise back up and settle onto the couch next to Ilona, "Just through that door over there, I'll go run it for you-"

"In chamber bathrooms? Now I know those weren't in most other people's spaces, I saw the communal baths."

"Yes, well," Viktor scowled a little, then sighed, lifting Jayce's hand's to pepper kisses to his splitting knuckles, "you're my partner, Lásko. My other half, my equal. It's only fair you get a bit of extra luxury. Especially- especially after all you've been through. Alone." His eyes drifted down to Ilona, who gurgles at him, and his face softens a little more. "I'll be back."

He vanishes into the side door, and a moment later, Jayce hears the creaking of pipes as water rushes in. He looks at his daughter and smiles, brushing her cheek. "Your father seems determined to spoil us, Mi Vida. I'll have to keep an eye on him as you grow up, won't I? Make sure he doesn't spoil you rotten."

"Do you need help getting to the bathroom?" Viktor asks, poking his head out, and Jayce shakes his head, scooping up Ilona and rising to his feet. "Nah, if I can climb out of a chasm, I can walk across a room. Might need some help getting things off, though."

He does end up needing that help, unfortunately. It takes everything in him not to scream - though he doesn't quite manage to stifle the pained groans completely - as Viktor helps pry the fabric of his clothes off of his festering wounds. Multicolored pus oozes from it, and strings of the same sickly tints connect and snap and drop back against his skin. It's disgusting, frankly, and they have to resort to cutting his clothes off of him and pulling it off piece by piece.

By the time Viktor helps him climb into the tub, he's shaking all over, and barely manages to cling to him as he's lowered carefully into the water. Ilona is laying on her pelt in a basket that had held the vials of soap and shampoo and oils, which are now lined up on the ground by the tub. She seems happy enough to be there, cooing and gurgling and waving her tiny arms.

He blinks as his attention is drawn from her back to Viktor. "What?"

"Where do you want me to start?"

"Oh- Vik, you don't have to, I can-"

"I want to, Jayce. Please, I can't heal you, so please. Let me at least take care of you?"

He sighed, sagging back into the tub. "Yeah, alright. If you want to pamper me so badly, I won't kick up a fuss. My hair? And the beard, gods, It's itches, just shave the damn thing off if you've got a razor."

Viktor almost pouted at that, before quickly schooling his face. Not quick enough for Jayce to have missed it though, and he raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"Well, it's just... can't we try cleaning and trimming it first?"

"What? Why?"

"It-It suits you, that's all."

Jayce stared at him for a long moment, then tossed his head back and laughed. "You think my beard is hot?? YOU??"

"What's that supposed to mean??"

"I once asked you if thought I'd look good with a beard, and you didn't even say WORDS, you just looked so utterly DISGUSTED at the thought! It kinda hurt!"

"Well, clearly I was wrong about some things! Do you have any idea how much I want that beard against my a-"

"Viktor!!"

They both laughing as he sputters out a scolding about Little Ears, and Viktor picks up some shampoo, raising a brow. "So?"

"Fine, fine. We'll give it a chance."

Viktor set to work, and frankly, Jayce lost some time in the haze that settled over his mind. It felt so good to be touched again, to be held, to be cared over. Even when those touches hurt as his wounds were cleaned, it was still blissful. The bath had to be drained and refilled twice before Viktor was satisfied, and drained it a final time, helping him climb back out and support himself against a wall while he patted him down with a fluffy towel.

"I'll clean out the tub real quick, and then we can give Ilona a bath too. She's cleaner than you were, but... that's not a high bar."

"Thanks," he mutters sarcastically, but he doesn't think it quite makes it through that way, not with how fond he looks.

It's only a few minutes of Viktor scrubbing the tub with the rag he'd used to wash his body, rinsing away the grit and infection that lingered against the walls, when there's a knock on the door.

"My Herald? I've brought the supplies you requested."

"Come in!" Viktor calls, and footsteps sound through the chamber before a man opens the door a touch and peaks through, holding up a box with a red plus on it. "Thanks you, Hutch," he smiles, waving to the counter, "just put it there, please."

"Of course." He bows, and leaves again as quickly as he'd arrived. Viktor shoots Jayce a nervous smile. "Bandages and ointments. Sutures, though I don't think we'll need them. For your wounds. I sent out the request after you'd told me not to heal you, but... before I saw what you saw. May I-?"

Jayce nods, and he rinses off his hands, shuffling towards him with the box. He hisses through his teeth as various poultices are spread over his wounds, and ointments rubbed into his stretch marks, then sighs as cool relief blesses the burning skin. By the time Viktor is done wrapping him in clean bandages, he looks half mummy.

"Thank you," Jayce murmurs, eyes half lidded as he sits back against the wall. Viktor combs his fingers through his hair once, and turns back to the tub. Satisfied with it, he fills it up a few inches with clean, lukewarm water. When it's ready, he glances back over his shoulder. "...Do you want to-? Or should I?"

"Go ahead. I'll help if you need it, but... I don't think I can kneel that long right now. I'm barely awake as is."

Viktor nodded and, almost hesitantly, lifts Ilona from the basket. "You can put her Coat in, too. Just wait until after you wash both separately to let her shift." He hummed his understanding, and then... did nothing. Just kneeled by the tub and held her for a long moment.

Oh, right. Right right, that- it's his first time holding her.

"She's-" his voice breaks, and Jayce nods encouragingly, "She's so perfect, Jayce."

"Yes. She is. Go ahead and give her a bath now, Amado. She's not old enough to bite you yet, I promise."

He hiccups a laugh, but obediently lowers her into the warm water. She squirms, startled and fussy, but decides she likes it enough to allow it with minimal whining and settles. Viktor keeps one hand cupped around her head, murmuring sweet things to her as he runs a soft, soapy cloth over the rest of her body, washing away the grime. Jayce loses time again as he fights the urge to sleep, only drifting back into Wakefulness when Viktor comes to pass him his baby, clean and bundled up into a fluffy towel. He takes her, pressing kisses to her face as his partner turns back around to pull her Coat into the water as well, carefully washing it with gentle reverence.

When it's clean, and the worst of the moisture has been wicked from it, leaving it only slightly damp, Jayce starts pulling himself to his feet, leaning heavily on the walk without his brace. Viktor is there a second later, lifting one of his Jayce's arms over his shoulders and sliding his own around his waist. They don't exchange any words as he helps him hobble to the mattress, and Jayce sighs almost dreamily as he sinks into the plush pile of soft things. Even Ilona makes a tiny content sound, and he smiles at her as she drifts back off to sleep against his chest, soothed by the rise and fall of his breath and exhausted from all the excitement.

Finally, he glances up to Viktor, who is still hovering, unsure, and he holds out an arm. "Well? I'm waiting."

Viktor jolts, and crawls in next to him. He's heavier than expected, though Jayce supposes that makes sense with the metal augmentations, but they soon adjust to a position that's comfortable. Ilona doesn't stir once as Viktor pulls blankets up around them and glues himself to his side, one hand resting over his stomach. The metal of his body is cooler than normal skin, yes, but not so cold as to be uncomfortable. Rather, he feels like a wonderful relief, like a cool cloth pressed into a feverish brow. He sighs happily again, and turns his head to nuzzle into his hair.

"...You're really not mad at me? For everything? Anything?"

"Mmm... My mother will be mad enough at you for the both of us, when she finds out," Viktor winces, remembering the glimpses he'd seen of her wrath, and Jayce chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple. "But no. All I wanted? Was to have my partner back. And now I have you, right?"

"You have me. All of me, however much of me you want," He lifts his hand to brush over Ilona's head briefly, "You both do."

"Then that's all that matters. We can discuss all the rest later, ok?"

"Alright. Jayce?"

"...Hm?" He managed, already starting to drift off, one hand twisted into the Coat that Viktor still wears, the other covering his daughter.

"I love you."

He smiled.

I know I already wrote a whole fic about it, but I am once again having lots of thoughts about selkie Jayce giving his coat to Viktor, unafraid to put his life in his hands because he just trusts him that much.

Or, alternatively, Viktor picking up Jayce's selkie coat along with the rune bracelet when he talks him out of jumping in s1, entirely oblivious to what it means, which results in Jayce internally freaking out over getting accidentally engaged.

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hii hii HEHEHEH this is so brain rot but i need a story where logan is a big time cuddler (i know he gives the best hug ever 😭) maybe he keeps that only to reader!!

ଓ IN HIS ARMS

pairing: logan howlett x reader

summary: logan is a big time cuddler, but he saves all his tender, comforting affection just for you.

word count: 1.3k

content: fluff, established relationship, implied sex, post-sex cuddles.

a/n: hiii, sorry it took me so long to write it 😭 I may have changed a little from what you asked, but I hope you like it <3

── english isn't my first language :)

Everyone around the mansion was well aware of Logan's grumpy reputation. He was the gruff one, all hard edges, and sharp looks, the not-friendly and indifferent expression to keep people not so close. To most, he's the Wolverine—reserved, intimidating, and always prefers little interaction. But of course, he had his exceptions, like you. You knew better.

Because behind closed doors, Logan was yours, and he’s the most touch-hungry man you've ever met. You know the man beneath the scowl who would hold you close until the rest of the world disappeared if he could. Deep down, he was the type who wouldn’t readily admit it, but he absolutely adored cuddling.

No one would believe it if you told them, but Logan is the best cuddler in the world. There’s something about the way he wraps his arms around you, how his broad chest and strong shoulders make you feel so small and completely safe. It’s like being surrounded by pure strength, and yet it’s soft, too—his touch careful, deliberate, filled with a tenderness that only you get to see. God this man knew how to hug.

Right now, his arms are wrapped around you as you settle against his chest, his warmth seeping into you like the coziest blanket. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of life outside and the sound of his steady breathing. Nights like this—peaceful, undisturbed—are your favorite.

You let out a contented sigh, your head resting against the solid strength of his chest. His heartbeat thumps steadily beneath your ear, soothing and grounding in a way only Logan can manage.

“You comfy, princess?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum softly, snuggling closer.

Logan’s hand drifts lazily up and down your back, tracing slow, soothing circles. He’s always touching you like this, his hands finding you almost instinctively, whether it’s to ground himself or to comfort you. Maybe it’s both.

“You’ve got the best hugs,” you murmur, your voice muffled against his chest.

Logan chuckles softly, the sound a deep, rumbling vibration against your cheek. “Yeah? Don’t tell anyone. Gotta keep my image intact.”

You laugh lightly, shifting to look up at him. His lips quirked in a rare smile, the kind only you ever see. Before you can say anything else, he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering there like he’s savoring the moment.

Logan doesn’t say it, but you know this side of him—the warmth, the tenderness, the way he holds you like you’re the most important thing in the world—is something he reserves only for you. Around the others, he’s all scowls and clipped words, but in private, he’s the kind of man who craves touch like it’s air.

He didn’t always show it, though. Logan wasn’t the kind of man to give away pieces of himself so easily. It took a while to get that part of him. You vividly remember the first time he hugged you like this, back when he still had walls up, back when you weren’t sure what you meant to him.

You’d been having a rough day—a hard mission that made you doubt yourself, leaving you shaken and overwhelmed. You tried to hide it from everyone, retreating to the quiet safety of your room. But Logan noticed. He always noticed.

Without a word, he appeared in your doorway, his expression softer than usual but still guarded.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low and gravelly.

At first, you nodded, trying to brush it off, but when he stepped closer and gently touched your arm, the dam broke. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes stinging, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into him.

For a second, you thought he’d pull away—this was Logan, after all. But instead, his arms came around you, steady and sure, pulling you against him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That was the first time you felt the magic of the Wolverine hug. His hold was strong but not overwhelming like he was shielding you from everything bad in the world. His hand ran soothingly up and down your back, his chin resting lightly on top of your head.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “I’ve got you.”

And he did. From that moment on, you realized that Logan wasn’t just a good hugger—he was the best. There was something about the way he held you like he could take all your worries and crush them with his strength. He didn’t need to say much; his arms said it all.

Now, it’s second nature. He doesn’t wait for an excuse to hold you—he pulls you into his lap while you’re reading, tangles himself around you when you’re in bed, and presses his face into your hair after a long day. His hands are always on you, whether it’s a comforting palm against your back, his fingers laced with yours, or his arm slung around your waist like he needs to keep you close. And you dare to say he loves it more than you.

After the sex, he’s especially clingy—not that you mind. Pulling you into his arms as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear, he will wrap himself around you completely. His lips leave lazy, soft, lingering open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder, hair, collarbone, cheek—anywhere he can reach. Each one feels like a promise, a reminder that you’re his. He let his hands roam lazily, tracing patterns on your skin like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

“You feel so damn good, princess” he’ll whisper, his voice rough but tender. And the way he holds you in those moments like he never wants to let go, makes you feel like you’re the center of his universe.

And the way he looks at you in those moments? It’s enough to make your heart stop. His usual sharp, guarded gaze softens, filled with a quiet devotion he doesn’t show to anyone else.

Around the others, he’s all grumbles and scowls, pretending he’s not the same man who just kissed you senselessly an hour ago. He keeps his distance—at least, as much as he can.

Even in public, though, there are cracks in his armor. His hand will brush yours under the table or he’ll rest his palm on your thigh. Sometimes, when he thinks no one’s paying attention, you’ll catch him watching you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

The others might tease him for being overprotective, for always keeping an eye on you, but they don’t see the real Logan. They don’t see how he softens when he holds you or how he presses his forehead against yours like you’re the thing that saved him.

“Love you,” he murmurs now, his lips brushing against your hair. His voice is quiet like he’s not ready to say it too loudly, but the words hit you like a warm rush all the same.

You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, those dark, stormy eyes soft in the dim light. “Love you too,” you whisper, brushing a kiss against his jaw before settling back into his arms.

Logan presses another kiss to the top of your head, his hand slipping under the blanket to pull you closer. He holds you like you’re his anchor, his steady presence in a chaotic world.

And as you drift off in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and strength, the rest of the world feels small and far away—because with Logan, you’re home.

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vanilladollette · 2 days ago

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write mlm for jeon jaejun pls!! I'm literally starving BECAUSE THERE ARE NO MLM FANFICS OF HIM😭😭😭

Love was the law and religion was taught

Pairing: Jeon Jae-Joon x male reader Summary: After years of secrecy, broken promises, and feeling like a hidden part of Jea-Joon’s life, you finally chose to leave the relationship and prioritize your own happiness.

Author's note: Honestly, I don't even know if anyone else is even writing for the Glory because I have only seen a small amount. Like where is everyone?

It was only a matter of time before you grew tired of Jea-Joon and decided to leave him. What surprised you most was not the act itself but how long it took for you to realize that Jea-Joon was never going to love you in the way he said he would. You’d held onto his promises, believed him when he said he’d stop keeping your relationship hidden. He swore over and over that one day, he’d announce it to the world, but that day never came. Eight years together and fifteen years of knowing him—what did you really have to show for it?

Looking back, you weren’t even sure if you could call it a relationship anymore. Jea-Joon’s frequent dalliances with women left little room for you to feel like you were truly his. At times, it felt like you were just a placeholder, someone to fill the void when he wasn’t out charming someone else.

Fifteen years ago, you’d met through mutual friends. He was magnetic even then, with a laugh that lit up a room and a smile that drew people in. The two of you hit it off immediately, but it was innocent back then—just two guys who connected on a deeper level than most. At the start, it was easy to convince yourself that you were just friends. But as the months passed, the way you looked at him began to change.

For you, it wasn’t shocking to develop feelings for another man. For Jea-Joon, it was a different story entirely.

He hadn’t expected to feel anything beyond friendship for you. At first, he convinced himself that his growing affection was just admiration, a deep appreciation for your friendship. But the way his heart raced around you, the way his gaze lingered a second too long—these weren’t feelings reserved for “just a friend.”

Jea-Joon resisted it with everything he had. He spent sleepless nights wrestling with the realization, wondering if something was wrong with him. Wasn’t he supposed to like women? Why did his thoughts always drift back to you? After a week of agonizing self-reflection, Jea-Joon finally accepted the truth: he might actually be gay.

Even so, accepting himself was only half the battle. Confessing his feelings to you was another. He couldn’t bear the thought of embarrassing himself, of risking your friendship or opening himself up to scrutiny from the people around him. What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he gave people a reason to talk about him, to judge him?

Then came that night. The two of you had gotten drunk at a party, stumbling back to his place in a haze of laughter and slurred words. The next morning, he woke up in your bed—naked. His heart pounded as the memories from the night before slowly pieced themselves together. You were already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with an expression that was equal parts nervous and amused.

That’s when the truth spilled out. Tentatively, hesitantly, he admitted his feelings for you. To his surprise, you told him you felt the same. Relief flooded him, and for the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to hope.

You thought that moment would be the beginning of something beautiful. You thought that Jea-Joon would finally find the courage to be himself, that he’d embrace what you had together and share it with the world. But that wasn’t what happened.

When you brought up the idea of going public, Jea-Joon froze. He wasn’t ready, he told you. People didn’t know he was gay, and he wasn’t ready for them to know. You understood—at least at first. You agreed to keep your relationship a secret for his sake, telling yourself that he just needed time.

But time stretched on. In public, you were just friends. Behind closed doors, you were lovers. You told yourself it was enough. You told yourself you could wait.

What you hadn’t anticipated was how Jea-Joon would act in public. He flirted shamelessly with women, accepted their advances, and even entertained relationships with them. He acted like he was single, and you—well, you let him. At first, you justified it. He wasn’t ready to come out. He wasn’t ready to be open about you. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t just about fear. It was about his refusal to let go of the life he’d built for himself—the life that didn’t include you.

You tried to endure it. You told yourself that love meant sacrifice, that your patience would be rewarded. But there’s only so much one person can take before they break.

The day you decided to leave was both painful and liberating. You sat him down, your heart heavy with the weight of everything you were about to say. When you told him you wanted to end things, his reaction was immediate.

“No,” he said, his voice shaking. “I can fix this. Whatever I’ve done wrong, I’ll make it right. Just tell me what you need.”

You shook your head, cutting him off before he could spiral further into desperation. “It’s not about fixing anything, Jea-Joon. It’s about the promises you keep making—the promises you never keep. It’s about the way you pretend we’re just friends, like what we have doesn’t mean anything. I can’t do this anymore.”

He looked at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “I’m trying,” he whispered.

“And I’m tired,” you replied, your voice cracking. “I’m tired of waiting for a day that’s never going to come. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with being your secret. I’m not that kind of person, Jea-Joon. If you want to keep living like this, fine. But I can’t do it with you.”

You stood up, your hands trembling as you began packing a bag. He didn’t stop you. He just stood there, watching as the life you’d built together crumbled around him.

When you finally walked out the door, you felt a strange mixture of sorrow and relief. It hurt to leave, but staying had been hurting you for years. And for the first time in a long time, you chose yourself.

#The Glory #The Glory x male reader #Jeon Jae-Joon #Jeon Jae-Joon x male reader #kdrama #netflix #netflix kdrama #The Glory Part 1 #The Glory part 2 #x male reader #x male y/n #male reader #male y/n

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tigergendermoved2tigergender · 1 year ago

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Remembering the toxic hellscape that was 2015-2019ish SU fandom and just how much hate the show got is really insane when you rewatch the show after it's been a while. Like the show is good what the hell were any of these people talking about

#do NOT quote me on those numbers i pulled them straight out of my ass #like the ending was rushed and the diamonds didnt get to be fully developed but liek #the whole reason that was the case is there was an entire 6th season planned #and then the show got axed early because rebecca sugar and crew refused the back down on the rupphire wedding.#and even rushedness aside like the point of the show was never that you should hug fascists and forgive people no matter what #the diamond were rose's (and his) dysfunctional family whose personal suffering became the basis for the cruelty of gem society #bismuth in The Real World would have been right to want to kill the diamonds as a force of revolution #but the point of the show is that even the most complicated people are still people who can change. even if you dont forgive them #even steven quartz universe the most loving boy in the world very obviously does not like being around the diamonds. but that is how it is #it was a children's show that emphasized compassion and communication and family as themes. of course steven didnt kill the diamonds lol #i really fully believe the stevenbomb format (which was not the crew's choice or fault) cooked peoples' brains #you had months between major arcs so every wrongdoing by a character had months to be warped and misinterpreted and so no resolution could #ever satisfy fans who were festering with their own opinions for way too long #like these arcs looking back are not that long and they resolve in fairly reasonable manners but they took fuckin forever in real time to #wrap up #and ppl on the internet with no other hobbies than arguing made the fandom suck to be in and gave su a bad name #even if you dont like steven universe i think the amount of vitriol thrown at the show is/was fucking INSANE for what it is lmaooo #people were so so jolly to accuse rebecca sugar (a jewish lady) of being a fascist/fash sympathizer and paint every writing shortcoming or #morally dubious character action as a sign of pure fuckin evil #ok that was a long ass fuckin rant in the tags i am so sorry i'm just kind of opinionated on this matter as i am all matters #i've been rewatching su with my dad lately and this very normal and well paced and fun watchthrough experience has been illuminating #just how insane and uncalled for the hellish discourse sphere around su was/is #i say was/is i have no idea what su discourse is like nowadays. i'm too scareds to look in the su crit tag

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kavennnn · 8 months ago

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coil ch

edit: tumblr stole half of my tags so i put a bad version of the second half of what i was trying to say in my notes :( sorry

#magic and mystery #m&m coil #this one was actually sweet tho #kinda mad that lockhart's getting any credit at all but what can ya do #i think i would be more destroyed if blaise actually killed him #hhow tf did he actually find the chamber tho???#like what could make you guess there???#i hope that gets answered #cant remember how he found out in the hp books either #think he followed them????? maybe???#but he took too long to have followed them in coil i think.. so idk #but it was an incredibly sweet ending #and i like that we got to see ginny's love for chaos form #if allegory writes another year then that year will be insane #especially w/ percy and pansy now in the gang too ??!!#man the gang is going #and again i predicted since early coil that by the end of coil pansy would join the gang #i believed in her #dad snape is back again and thank god too #obviously the pm is gonna mess w/ their relationship #but yk #him getting his name cleared and not being able to do anything abt it im happy but worried abt him going home #how are they even gonna end the year off??? will snape pomfrey and mcgonagall rlly let him go home #theyre gonna have too right??#also the diary is still in play and im concerned #but for now we have a ch ending on a nice note #ALSO I FINALLY GOT MY BLAISE POV ID BEEN CALLING FOR AWHILE NOW #surprised it took this long and that it didnt address things i thought it would #it was good and it made since for him to be thinking like that in the moment #but i rlly want him to atleast address pansy's arm getting broken eventually

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risetherivermoon · 9 months ago

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Intro 🍁

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Hi!! this a fandom blog, where I post fanart, fanfiction updates, and other fandom posts,

(REQS ARE CLOSED)

the fandoms i'm involved in or you may have seen me post abt are Dungeons And Daddies, Invincible, Marauders Era, Spiderverse, MLP, Woe.Begone, Stranger Things, Garfield, etc

on tiktok (if ur looking for more oc content) you can find me at @ arrowac3r

on ao3 I am risetherivermoon, as well as the pseuds 'autumnl3av3s', & 'moonriverrise'

(I am the owner of the @3sinnrsn1angel acc which is for a specific dndads au!)

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AO3 Master list

--- moonriverrise

Bullshit Freaks - Bloody Lullaby

- Fandom: Stranger Things

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 40/40 (Word Count: 117k)

- Main Ships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

- Minor Ships: Robin Buckley/Vickie, Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a steve has powers au + him meeting rob and eddie while still in highschool, (this is steddie centric)

- Link: Bullshit Freaks - moonriverrise

Boiling Point - Bloody Lullaby

- Fandom: Stranger Things

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 22/22 (Word Count: 88k)

- Main Ships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

- Minor Ships: Robin Buckley/Vickie, Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: the sequel to the steve has powers fic i finished a bit ago called Bullshit Freaks, enjoy

- Link: Boiling Point - moonriverrise

Thawing Of The Knife - Bloody Lullaby

- Fandom: Stranger Things

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 3/3 (Word Count: 8k)

- Main Ships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

- Minor Ships: Max Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

- Desc: the next book of my steddie, steve harrington has powers fic, read bullshit freaks & boiling point b4 this!!

- Link: Thawing Of The Knife - moonriverrise

--- risetherivermoon

How To Not Die Young

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 43/43 (Word Count: 110k)

- Main Ships: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, James Potter/Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier

- Minor Ships: Marlene Mckinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Lily Evans/Mary Macdonald, Pandora Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood, Peter Pettigrew/Sybil Trelawney, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rita Skeeter, Narcissa Black Malfoy/Alice Longbottom, Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a wolfstar, jegulus/sunseeker, and rosekiller au feat. highschool drama, plants, licorice, and bands

- Link: How To Not Die Young - risetherivermoon

Just Different, Apparently

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 4/4 (Word Count: 24k)

- Main Ships: James Potter/Regulus Black

- Minor Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Lily Evans/Mary Macdonald, Marlene Mckinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a meet cute modern jegulus au w/ autistic james and trans reg. feat. orchestras, cafes, idiot brothers and shitty familes, theatre groups, football, social disasters, and woodland creatures

- Link: Just Different, Apparently - risetherivermoon

Like A Kick To My Face, Your Love

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans

- Minor Ships: James Potter/Regulus Black

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a marylily oneshot + a (sorta) fame au

- Link: Like A Kick To My Face, Your Love - risetherivermoon

Can't Get The Words Out

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Lily comes out to her friends after a loud Gryffindor party,

- Link: Can't Get The Words Out - risetherivermoon

Reaching From Arm's Length

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Remus freaks out during a party because of a migraine, Sirius brings Remus away from the crowd and they talk, and Remus confesses and opens up to Sirius for the first time.

- Link: Reaching From Arm's Length - risetherivermoon

Feeling Overheated

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k

- Main Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

- Minor Ships: James Potter/Lily Evans

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: After Remus comes out a few months prior Sirius starts to realize things about himself and how he feels about his friend, he talks to James about it and then approaches Remus.

- Link: Feeling Overheated - risetherivermoon

Live Through My Scars and Blood, Live Through My Love

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier (IMPLIED)

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: A Barty Character Study

- Link: Live Through My Scars and Blood, Live Through My Love - risetherivermoon

Sing For The Damage We've Done

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

- Minor Ships: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin, Dorcas Meadows/Marlene Mckinnon

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a childhood friends Darksun au

- Link: Sing For The Damage We've Done - risetherivermoon, queer70s

Go For The Throat

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Au

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 6k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

- Minor Ships: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin/Evan Rosier, Lily Evans/Pandora Lovegood, Marlene Mckinnon/Dorcas Meadowes

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a detective darksun au where James is a detective and Barty is a lawyer who bothers the hell out of him and may be lying about his identity a little… (+ moonrosewater (remus x evan x regulus) dorlene and pandalily)

- Link: Go For The Throat - risetherivermoon

Foolish Embarrassment

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./Xenophilius Lovegood/Evan Rosier

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a fluffy silverrosedagger (xenophilius x evan x barty) fic for my friend hag,

- Link: Foolish Embarassment - risetherivermoon for fallinginautumn

I'm Tired, I Hate It, It Hurts, But I Can't Stop.

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 6k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: an angsty Darksun au, where Barty is stubborn and sick, and James loves him anyway. ( b-day gift for leo :D )

- Link: I'm Tired, I Hate It, It Hurts, But I Can't Stop - risetherivermoon

If You Need To, Darling, Lean Your Weight On Me - Darlin, I Would Do It Again

- Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 10k)

- Main Ships: Aziraphale/Crowley

- Minor Ships: Maggie/Nina

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: A post s2 ep6 fix it fic, with crowley coming into the bookstore after having a nightmare and aziracrow finally talk to eachother

- Link: If You Need To, Darling, Lean Your Weight On Me - risetherivermoon

So Someone With Your Eyes Might Come In Time - Darlin' I Would Do It Again

- Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 9k)

- Main Ships: Aziraphale/Crowley

- Minor Ships: Maggie/Nina

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: the sequel to my other GO oneshot...from az's pov

- Link: So Someone With Your Eyes Might Come In Time - risetherivermoon

--- autumnl3av3s

Don't Look Now

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Veronica Stampler/Terry Jr. Stampler, Sparrow Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Rebecca Oak-Swallows-Garcia, Marco Li-Wilson/Grant Li-Wilson, Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Hermie Unworthy, Lincoln Li-Wilson/Scary Marlowe

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a no realms (but very dark) dndads au! based mostly on the kiddads, + the teens too, where i make willy 10x worse and everyones a bit more fucked up bc i love psychological horror and stupid dnd podcasts

- Link: Don't Look Now - autumnl3av3s

Once Upon A FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 10/?

- Main Ships: Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Hermie Unworthy

- Minor Ships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Scary Marlowe/Taylor Swift, Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a canon divergence text fic for the goofs and giggles

- Link: Once Upon A FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK - autumnl3av3s

Family Are The Ones You Love The Most

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 5k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Hermie Unworthy

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Scary and the rest of the teens spend christmas together and she thinks about how much she loves her friends

- Link: Family Are The Ones You Love The Most - autumnl3av3s

5 Times Nick's Dad Didn't Notice Him And One Time He Did

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 6/6 (Word Count: 10k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: The one where people help and comfort Nick when Glenn should have, and one time where Glenn did show up for him

- Link: 5 Times Nick's Dad Didn't Notice Him And One Time He Did - autumnl3av3s

Get The Fuck Out Of My Head - He's Half Of My Soul As The Poet's Say

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 6/6 (Word Count: 23k)

- Main Ships: Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: Terry Jr. Stampler/Grant Wilson

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: Lark gets hit with some kind of sleep spell that has him lost in his mind, Nicky is tasked with going into his head (via magic) and retrieving him. Once everything clears up, they notice a shift in their relationship and dynamic

- Link: Get The Fuck Out Of My Head - autumnl3av3s

I Wish You Were Far Away From Me - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: an au where Jodie is Glenn's older brother who he despises and argues with all the time, their relationship and Glenn being an angsty kid

- Link: I Wish You Were Far Away From Me - autumnl3av3s

Why Are You Here? - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons And Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: part 2 of the Jodie is Glenn's older brother au, Glenn gets sent home from school by the school nurse and Jodie is there to pick him up, Glenn isn't too thrilled about it

- Link: Why Are You Here? - autumnl3av3s

And Right Now I Just Wanna Grow Up

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Hero finally has a conversation with her Uncle and Dad about stopping her training, it goes better than she expects and honestly that makes it worse

- Link: And Right Now I Just Wanna Grow Up - autumnl3av3s

How Do I Get Angry? - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: part 3 of the Jodie is Glenn's older brother au, where Glenn makes an unexpected friend at the library

- Link: How Do I Get Angry? - autumnl3av3s

Dear Dad, Love Your Son

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Marco Li-Wilson/Grant Li-Wilson, Darryl Wilson/Henry Oak

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: A series of letters between Grant & Darryl as Grant grows up,

- Link: Dear Dad, Love Your Son - autumnl3av3s

Oh Universe I See Your Face

- Fandom: Dungeons And Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 5/?

- Main Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Glenn Close

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Mercedes Oak-Garcia, Henry Oak-Garcia/Darryl Wilson/Glenn Close

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: A no realms au where Henry grew up in a cult on earth (Oakvale) and when the dads + their families goes on a three week vacation to the beach, Henry starts to remember his childhood, (plus some enemies to lovers esc glennry with a little polydads on the side as a treat)

- Link: Oh Universe I See Your Face - autumnl3av3s

Will We Ever Be Enough For Her? - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: the fourth part of a jodie is glenns older brother au, where the boys go to mcdonalds and nothing bad happens! ever! definitely nothing sad and terrible!

- Link: Will We Ever Be Enough For Her? - autumnl3av3s

Don't Fall Asleep Too Quickly - Swiftli Week 2024

- Fandom: Dungeons And Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Taylor Swift

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: oneshot 4 day 1 of swiftli week 2024: Birthday / Sleepover / Movie Night

- Link: Don't Fall Asleep Too Quickly - autumnl3av3s

Fell From Heaven - Swiftli Week 2024 - Three Sinners And One Angel

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 4k)

- Main Ships: Taylor Swift/Lincoln Li-Wilson

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Lincoln, a fallen angel, falls from heaven into hell and is discovered by Taylor, a hell demon prince, and Scary, a sinner.

aka: a prequel to an au on tumblr that ive written and drawn for on the account: @3sinnrsn1angel go check it out for more content! (though this fic is canon to that universe this can be read as a stand-alone)

aka x2: : a oneshot 4 day 2 of Swiftli Week 2024: Angel+Demon

- Link: Fell From Heaven - autumnl3av3s

Makeup and Skirts - Swiftli Week 2024

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Taylor Swift

- Minor Ships: Hermie Unworthy/Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia, Scary Marlowe/Erica Drippins

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Transfem Linc gets dysphoric before going on a date with her boyfriend, Taylor, and some other shtuff happens

aka: fic for day 4 (albeit late) of Swiftli Week 2024: FREE DAY

- Link: Makeup and Skirts - autumnl3av3s

The (Not-So World Ending) Chaotic Life Of The Li-Wilson-Swifts - Swiftli Week 2024

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Taylor Swift/Lincoln Li-Wilson

- Minor Ships: Scary Marlowe/Hermie Unworthy/Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: In a future Au, Lincoln and Taylor decide to adopt a child and start a family together, some things happen, problems and trouble but also happiness and love! yay!

aka: a fic for the last day of swiftli week 2024: Future Au!!

- Link: The (Not-So World Ending) Chaotic Life Of The Li-Wilson-Swifts - autumnl3av3s

Home Is Whenever I'm With You - He's Half Of My Soul As The Poet's Say

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: Terry Jr. Stampler/Grant Wilson

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a oneshot/part 2 of the telepathy nark au! (aka Get The Fuck Out Of My Head) where Lark helps Nicky unpack boxes in his new apartment and some other shtuff happens ;)

- Link: Home Is Whenever I'm With You - autumnl3av3s

Happy Birthday! Why Are You Crying? - autumnl3av3s

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing

- Chapters: 3/3 (Word Count: 6k)

- Main Ships: Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: part 3 of the telepathy nark au / Get The Fuck Out Of My Head, where it's Nicky's birthday and he has a bad time!!

- Link: Happy Birthday! Why Are You Crying? - autumnl3av3s

I Say Your Name, In Hopes You'll Hear It In The Stars

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Veronica Stampler/Terry Jr. Stampler

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: In another universe where Scary doesn't get to see Terry in hell again, she goes home to her Mom alone.

- Link: I Say Your Name, In Hopes You'll Hear It In the Stars - autumnl3aves

The World Rots At Our Finger Tips, We Are Not Safe

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 3/3 (Word Count: 8k)

- Main Ships: Glenn Close/Henry Oak/Darryl Wilson

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak/Mercedes Oak-Garcia, Glenn Close/Morgan Freeman, Darryl Wilson/Carol Wilson, Ron Stampler/Samantha Stampler

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: an apocalyptic take on what happened between s1 and s2, plus some polydads for fun weeee

- Link: The World Rots At Our Finger Tips We Are Not Safe - autumnl3av3s

And We're Not Out Of The Tunnel, I Bet You Though There's An End

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 8k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak-Garcoa/Mercedes Oak-Garcia, Rebecca Swallows/Sparrow Oak-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Lark wakes up sick one morning, Henry is left to take care of a teenage boy who wants nothing to do with him and won't let himself be helped... hurt and comfort ensues

- Link: And We're Not Out Of The Tunnel, I Bet You Though There's An End - autumnl3av3s

Put Down Your Guns, The War Is Over

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: post-s2 epilogue, Lark and Normal have a conversation

- Link: Put Down Your Guns, The War Is Over - autumnl3av3s

Our Own Lives - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Jodie Foster/Scam Likely, Carol Wilson/Darryl Wilson

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: the fifth part of the Jodie is Glenn's older brother au, (as well as no faerun) a multichapter update with a jodie pov + some scamster on the side!

- Link: Our Own Lives - autumnl3av3s

Good Luck, Babe!

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Sparrow Oak-Garcia/Nicholas Close-Foster

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: after a wild misunderstanding, and a few secrets falling loose, Sparrow decides that Nicky deserves to go on a real date for once,

aka: sapphic ace-spec lovesong because i'm sooo freakishly self indulgent,

- Link: Good Luck, Babe! - autumnl3av3s

See, I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down - That's The Last Song You'll Ever Sing

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 4/4 (Word Count: 15k)

- Main Ships: Sparrow Oak-Garcia/Rebecca Swallows

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a canon divergent au where Lark opens the obsidian door and joins Willy. Seven years later, Lark's missing, and time has taken it's toll on Sparrow, his love for his brother practically nonexistent. Sparrow's able to cope with this until Lark makes contact for the first time since he released Willy.

Aka: a preteen Lark gets fucking Scary Marlowe-ed

- Link: See, I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down - autumnl3av3s

We All Have A Hunger - That's The Last Song You'll Ever Sing

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Sparrow Oak-Garcia/Rebecca Swallows

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: The Sequel to a Lark releases Willy as a preteen Au featuring a shit ton of oak twins angst and Willy being a manipulative piece of shit

aka: Lark continues to get fkin Scary Marlowe-ed (it gets worse)

- Link: We All Have A Hunger - autumnl3av3s

Sweet Tooth

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1, (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Hermie Unworthy/Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Normal doesn't show up to school so Hermie goes looking for him

- Link: Sweet Tooth - autumnl3av3s

There When You Need Us

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 7k)

- Main Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Darryl Wilson/Glenn Close,

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Mercedes Oak-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc:Henry doesn't like his birthday because of the bad memories and feelings it brings up...luckily for him his lovers are there for him

aka: my birthday post for henry since today is the 23rd! happy birthday to that fictional hippy man!

- Link: There When You Need Us - autumnl3av3s

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