#your words always leave me in awe babygirl

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

I woke up too early, read Btlio, took a nap to process and now I’m here to scream:

- I am kinda real happy that Malec got their ‘second chance’ to see each other again. What they had was so pure and youthful and so special to them. I know it painful cause well life, but just them being able to experience the purity of their love, even for a few weeks. Obviously I don’t know about chap 3 but i’m happy they got their time to just be them for a moment again.

- even though Malec clearly can’t be together right now, I neeeeed the Lightwood and Bane kids to keep their group chat. I’m so obsessed with them being besties and video chatting and just acting like siblings on main. I feel like they’re like the lost siblings. Honestly i don’t think the matchmakers in them will ever die (and I love them for it).

- it’s so shitty that these two gentle souls who just wanna be together have had to deal with such shitty life experiences 🥺 I’m happy they still had happy memories of their first love together and also got to be parents too. It’s kinda bittersweet really.

- Alec being a certified girl dad. That’s it.

- I’m kinda scared if Alec goes with Magnus cause it kinda feels like ‘i need to do this for me’ but also ‘i’m living a life I know that I can’t have’. Like Malec always get so lost in each other that it’s easy to forget what’s happening on the outside. Oooo I smell dramaaaa.

- I’m also curious as to why Rafe was so eager for Alec to meet Magnus? Like he knew they weren’t staying in New York? What was his motive? Or was he just being a cute bean that wanted to see his Bapak really smile at more than a wallet photo of a lost love.

- I just hope by the end of part 1 Malec get some sort of closure. I think they’re older now so they kinda get that life makes decisions for you that you can’t control. I’m so happy they have support family around them both to keep them anchored.

- I’m happy Malec are choosing themselves. Alec actually considered leaving his kids to be with the love of his life for a short while. Magnus chose to move back to a place he felt pain to make happy memories. They both chose to be upfront with each other and so far call it what it is. I think they realise how much is af stake and they just can’t pretend like this is what it was 20 years ago. It’s different cause they are too.

- Please tell me we get to see Alec interactions with Magnus friends if he go to Indonesia. I love Alec and Ragnor and Alec and Cat just chatting about the man they all love and care about.

- Thank you for giving us an older Malec fic. We don’t get to see many of them so it’s nice to see how they and their love changes with age. It’s gonna be a wild ride but you know, we endure. I’m also glad you get to have this as a way to channel your own life experiences. Art is so beautiful.

Okay, that me done. I’m so excited for the rest of this series and to see Malec, the LB kids, and all the fam/friends interacting. I hope they find the peace and love they all deserve (and you too you absolute gem 💎)

Mia x

Mia, your mind is a beautiful place. I love every thing you write, you magnificent dork.

The first few points you mentioned don’t need a reply. BTLIO malec is grateful for you.

1. In terms of why Rafe had Malec meet: there wasn’t any agenda in his mind. Magnus had told him about Alec. Rafael had genuinely approached Alec’s company for a work related thing but when he heard Alec’s name, he realised who he was. Rafe knows how much Magnus loves loves. And Alec. So he just wanted his Bapak to meet his greatest love again.

Rafael wasn’t really thinking of the future. He just found Alec randomly and thought that they both deserved the chance to meet again.

2. Malec will get closure in the last chapter. It might just be different than what everyone wants.

3. It’s difficult because of their age, and what phase in their lives they are. I agree. It’s not an easy decision.

4. Sadly, we don’t get to see Alec interact with warlock gang in this fic. But you’ll get to see that in other BTLIO parts.

5. I love older Malec fics too. Age does not change love so I really enjoy writing about them.

6. Art is beautiful indeed. Readers like you make it all the more better.

Thank you Mia. I love you, you munchkin. ❤️🌈💴

[screampied]

ok hear me out toji is always rough and somehow mean when you fuck, but something happens to you (you can decide what) and he turns really soft and gentle for one night. just one.

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji being soft with you for once

warnings. fem! reader, soft dom toji, praise, missionary, talking you through it, mdni.

being in bed with toji, he’s usually almost always rough and degrading. it’s something he’s mostly used to, however there’d be a specific time where he’d have to change things up . . . just for you.

he’d notice something’s wrong the minute he’s about to align himself again. you’re awfully quiet underneath him as you awaited and he’s well aware of how you keep avoiding his stoic gaze. “hm,” he’d ponder aloud with a mere natural pout. toji grabs ahold of your chin before softly stroking it with his thumb, making you stare right into his green curious irises. “something’s wrong. talk to me, babygirl.”

“nothing’s wrong, you can finish—”

“something’s wrong,” he repeats, his voice is a bit more stern yet it’s still gentle. he slows down and brings a thumb towards your cheek to lightly stroke it. “you’re avoiding eye contact,” he points out, still inside you yet he brings his hips to an abrupt pause. toji’s panting yet he takes a moment to breathe. “you can talk to me, y’know.”

you briefly meet his dark pupils before letting off a low exhale. “i . . had a bad day,” and then as he’s hovering over your body, you slowly drag out your final breathy words in a sheepish, “can you—can you hold my hand?”

“aw,” he teases, grabbing your hand before intertwining his thick stubby fingers with yours. his touch was so safe, so warm, so gentle. his thumb strokes against the back of your hand before he holds onto your hip with another. “want a head pat too, sweetheart?”

“s-shut up,” you moan, feeling the tip of his dick prof against your entrance. he wasn’t exactly moving but you still felt him. your ankle runs against toji’s back and he’s so close to you that you could smell the strong aroma of alcohol and mint linger on his breath. toji’s now softened gaze never leaves you and his kittenish eyes ease up soothingly. “just go slow ‘n hold my hand, toji.”

“so sensitive today,” he purrs, leaning to kiss the top of your forehead. it was something about his voice—the way he spoke to you currently, it was just so smooth. his eyes that were known to always be cruel and intimidating palliate just at the sight of you— the sight of his pretty girl underneath him, asking for a simple request to hold her hand. “. . mwah,” and the moment his lips brush against your skin, you let off a soft whine. “i’ll go niiice ‘n slow for you, yeah.”

once he finally picks up his pace again, he’s so gentle with you. the grip on your hand tightens a bit and you moan.

you’re always used to toji being so rough in bed, manhandling you and all—alas, you never exactly minded of course, but a change of pace like this was strikingly nice.

his stumpy fingers strum against yours before you feel his hips gradually move again. “t-toooji,” you whine out, watching as he kisses near your neck. so benign, so tender. toji was always familiar with every inch of your body. he knew the layout of your body as if it was an apartment. he always knew where to go, your weakest and most sensitive spots— forever engraved into his mind. with your eyes starting to roll back, you squeal out a shaky, “i l-love you.”

“cock drunk already?” he fake pouts, a smile curling against his lips before he slowly starts to thrust into you. the moans that left your mouth were incredibly melodic, a mere harmony he was listening to. toji couldn’t help but grin at your sweet words of whimpers of how much you loved him, losing yourself completely on his cock. “but i love you more, princess,” and he feels your ankle scrape further down his tense back muscles. a rigorous surge of wind forcefully plucks from your lungs and you struggle to suppress your own whines. so good, so thick. toji squeezes your hand tightly, giving your forehead another chaste kiss. “how’s it feel? ‘s slow enough for you, baby?”

“good, y—yes, ‘toj,” you whimper, both hands throwing around his broad neck, over his high rising shoulders. he was merely nude, only wearing a white tee to follow. the chain that was wrapped around his neck dangles against your face every so often and you mewl out a sweet desperate sob for more. “touch me more toji, p-please. touch me.”

he snickers. “oh. am i not touchin’ you?”

you pout and he’s enjoying your brief irritation. whenever you were getting frustrated—you always had such cute expressions, especially when your lip frowns up or your eyebrows twitch to show your sheer vex. with a sigh, you grumble, “kiss me, toji. i want a kiss.”

“you . . want a kiss?” he softly coos, his voice was as smooth as silk. so sweet, deliciously candied with each word he pronounces at you. the rasp underneath his tone only made you throb for an even longer time. with an eyebrow raise, toji accelerates his hips before he feels your gummy walls stretch out perfectly. you were so good for him, so fucking good. his cock rummages inside of you to where your eyes were merely reaching the sockets. until all you saw was nothing but black, an entire void of straight nothingness. as your eyes remain stuck back into the very depths of your cranium, he’s always loved looking at your dramatic expressions—especially whenever he was on top of you. “say please. ‘m bein’ soft for right now but don’t forget those manners i taught ya, sweetheart.”

you sigh again and he slyly smiles at your sheer frustration.

“. . pleaseee,” you whine out, dragging your nails down his back. by now, you were sure his back was coated with a few marks from your pointed fingertips. the way your bottom lip pokes out once you pout yet again was so adorable. “kiss me toji, please.”

“anything for the pretty girl,” he murmurs in a soft voice, bringing a rough hand to cup the right side of your face. his pace was just so tantalizingly slow, emitting out all types of whiney moans from your lips. toji leans in and the moment his lips press against yours, you whimper. he’s stuffing you full of inches in the meantime — feeling the way your walls adjust and constrict around him. as both lips are moving in rhythmic tavern, you legs squeeze around his slim jerking waist.

toji’s always been fond of your taste, so glacé. his tongue runs against your bottom lip, tasting your sweet lip gloss before he grunts into your mouth.

thick heavy balls slowly pound into you and his pace was so salaciously relentless that it welts out all kinds of squelches directly from your cunt.

“f-fuuck,” he groans, each pivot he creates only grows more rapid and sloppy. he’s so thorough, the angle makes you whimper into his mouth before you compress around his length tighter. he’s so close up to you, the warmth of his body colliding up against yours makes you throb more. toji’s speaking in between kisses — a string of spit departs each time he leaves, swiping his tongue against your lip before after about a nth amount of kisses later, he finally breaks away. “aw. did i love you too hard, princess? you look a little out of breath.”

“s—shut up,” you moan, clinging onto his back even tighter. he was right though, your lungs were strained and you were panting heavily, heaving. the wind gets yanked out of your throat before you slump back against the bed. “gonna c-cum, toji. gonna cum,” and then you meet his softly coy gaze— he returns the eye contact before you see a bit of tenderness in his dark irises. “please, please let me cum, ‘toj. pleaseee.”

the smile against toji’s lips further— you’re so cute, the way you were chasing your current orgasm. it felt like a wave, an abrupt wave that was about to collide. your cunt holds him hostage before he leans in to kiss the bridge of your nose.

“mwahhh,” he purrs softly, deepening his hits against you before your thighs end up aching underneath near the very undersides. he’s so deep that your jaw dangles open. hot breathy puffs of air leave past your lips before he strokes your cheek. “give it to me, baby. c’mon, i got you.”

as he’s talking in such a smoothly polished tone, his words send a plethora of butterflies inside of your stomach.

toji stares at you in such a lovingly way— it last for at least six seconds, he looks like he’s about to say something even further before he stops himself. “aw. don’t space out on me now, gorgeous,” and he strokes your cheek. “squeeze my hand, girl.”

“hngh c-cumming,” you whimper, feeling your stomach seize a few times before you finally climax. it comes at such a speed that you’re taken aback. your own clammy hand grips against his whilst a thumb strokes against his knuckles before he smiles. you’re shaking, convulsing and his cock’s still buried into you from the very hilt. toji leans in, his broad chest pressing against yours before he licks near your neck. you moan, feeling your collarbone start to dampen up from his wet tongue— toji chuckles, watching you spasm out on his length before he stops his hips again. “f-fuck.”

“. . . so cute,” he susurrates, and his deep raspy voice was a mere whisper. he spoke in a hushed tone, staring deeply into your eyes before picking up your hand to kiss it. “do you feel a little better?”

“a— a little,” you inhale a sharp breath, his weight just idly hovering over your hot-tempered body. everything felt so good, it was a reoccurring ring in your ears that always came whenever you were tweaking out on his dick— he’s always loved the twitch your lips make, failing to get your words out whenever you came. in rushed words, you whine out a sweet, “t-thank you toji, thank you,” and he’s taken by surprise once you pull him into nothing more than a sweet hug. “love you.”

it takes him a good minute to reply, he has a playful pout on his lips as he’s still inside—you feel his tip mash against your sweet spot, causing you to whimper against his ear before he kisses the sensitive outer shell of your earlobe.

“oh but i love you more, babygirl,” and you feel him gradually pull out. you frown at the sudden feeling of being empty before he hums at your expression. “now, let’s get some sleep. i’ll even sing you a song, just for you.”

[kkcauseway]

Forever and Always

Joel Miller x F!reader.

Summary I Your work life is awful and there's nothing you want more after an exhausting day both mentally and physically than to come home to Joel, but on calling him and finding out that's not possible you're dreading the thought of going home to be alone. However, it doesn't seem that that's the case once you actually make it back, and it turns into once of the best and happiest nights of your life. Content/warnings I So much cute fluff, Joel Miller being the most doting and caring boyfriend. 'babygirl', Joel has a cute little saying to let reader know just how much he loves her. Asking to move in together. No use of y/n, no outbreak. A/N I Once again another random idea that popped into my head that I decided to run with. I really hope you enjoy soppy, cute Joel taking care of his woman!

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It always puts a smile on his face when you call. Your name working wonders for the grumpy moods he finds himself in on jobs. Even with the jokes he cracks with Tommy. Nothing compares to when he’s with you, talking to you. Just doing anything that involves you. “Hey baby you, okay?” His husky voice grumbles down the receiver once he’s removed himself away from the bustle of the house, he’s currently working in.

“Joel?” You sniff.

His smile falters. Something is obviously wrong, and whatever’s happened he’ll kill them. No one upsets you. “Babe? Hey, hey what’s wrong?”

“I- sniff- I’m just having such a horrible day. I can’t stand this job anyone, I wana quit so bad. Please can you come over when I finish?” The sobs grow in volume as you force a hand to your mouth to try to quiet them. The impact of hearing those words leave your own mouth proving to you just how much you rely on him.

“Oh baby m’so sorry you’re having a shitty day. Listen we’re on a bad job today m’not gonna finish till super late so I most likely can’t come round. But I’ll call you later okay y’can tell me all about it okay baby. Promise.”

“Okay” you sniff upset he can’t come but you knew he was busy and that it was a long shot. You pine after him when you feel vulnerable like this.

“You know I love you, don’t you?” He grumbles evidently worried he’s in the doghouse.

“I know. I love you too so much.”

“Forever and always baby girl.”

The words making your heart flutter as they always do.

When the call cuts you hold your phone against your chest and sob a little more before psyching yourself up for your afternoon. Your colleagues don’t deserve to know just how bad they make you feel, they’d probably thrive on it if they knew.

So, instead you sort yourself out wash your face, wait till your eyes are less puffy, paint on your smile and go about the remainder of your shift thank fuck it’s Friday.

Of course no one notices, why would they when they make it clear how much they can’t stand you being around.

-

Finally five o’clock arrives and you rush out to your car as quick as you can. Putting on the cheesy cd playlist Joel made you. You love that he’s like that, so unbelievably cheesy, so old fashioned it’s why you adore him the way you do. When yours and Joel’s song comes on tears escape you again. God you’ve never loved someone the way you love him, but these tears you’re spilling are tears of happiness not pain.

When you make it home your shitty mood overcomes you again, the thought of your empty apartment and cold bed. So you settle on the idea of a large glass of red wine, a crappy comfort series and a good cry before you go to sleep. You’re have a day trip with Joel planned tomorrow and that’s enough to keep you going.

However, it’s like you can tell something’s off from the second your key is in the door. After momentarily hesitating you uneasily open your door and those thoughts are made true. Your apartment isn’t dark, cold, nor is it empty. The smell of food hits you so mouth-wateringly beautiful, and the radio is playing softly.

You kick off your shoes and move to the kitchen and there he is, Joel in all his glory slaving away over the stove. Dancing along to the music with an apron round his neck.

He turns to look at you with a smile on his face and it breaks you.

You stand on the spot throw your bag to the floor from your shoulder and cry. But he quickly rushes over “hey shhh it’s okay.” He cradles you close a hand on the back of your head pushing you closer to his chest. Allowing you to inhale his comforting scent.

“S’okay m’here baby.” He mumbles against your hair as he rests his lips against you. Holding you as close as possible.

After a few minutes you pull away red faced and puffy eyes to look up at him. “How did you get here I thought you were busy?”

“M’sorry baby, I know I didn’t think I’d be able to. And I’m so sorry that that made you upset, I really am, but as much as I am super busy at work the second, I heard you cryin’ I knew I needed to make sure I was finishin’ early so I could come over and see you, you mean more to me than any job, any amount of money. So I took a sick day for the remainder.”

“Thankyou” you whisper before moving to grasp at his stubbly cheeks. You smile sadly at him as your thumbs stroke him and then you move your lips to his, kissing him softly.

“I’ve made your favourite baby” he begins once you pull back away. Arms resting round his neck as you stand on your tip toes to be exactly in his eye-line. “And then I want you t’tell me all about this shitty day o’yours so we can get it outa your pretty head. You’re too beautiful to be burdened by that shit.”

You chuckle “I’d really like that, thank you so much for being here.”

“Always baby. Always.”

-

After a long moan fest over Joel’s signature spaghetti and meatballs, you’re cuddling on the couch with your long-awaited red wine.

Your difficult day long forgotten about which is why you love being around him so much, he really does make everything better. Just by being himself- so unapologetically himself.

You’re cuddled into him your feet kicked up behind you as he strokes your side. His calloused fingertips gliding lightly from your hip all the way up to the side of your breast, over and over causing constant goosebumps.

“You know v’been thinkin’” he mumbles softly into the silence.

“Shit did it hurt?” You chuckle as you jest with him, you love when you get the perfect opportunity to use that joke.

He pokes at your side in retaliation, and you giggle into it, loving every second of being with him.

“Seriously now though babygirl, sit up n’look at me.” 

Which you do without a moment’s hesitation. You pull away from him so you can face him sat on your knees.

God he’s gorgeous. His beautiful salt and pepper hair slightly longer than he would like but with you adoring him just like that he refuses to cut it.

He takes your hands in his and god it makes you nervous. Butterflies swim around in your stomach as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“I realised somethin’ today.”

Your breathing increases as you reply “what?”

He takes a nervous breath closing his eyes on the inhale and opening them back up to stare right back at you on the exhale. His perfectly pert lips opening just slightly to let the air out. He clears his throat as he shifts slightly in the seat. “Y’belong with me, all the time, all day every day, and it breaks my heart t’think that you could need me and we ain’t together.”

You smile softly at him, you know your rightful place is with him 24/7, there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

But the next words to leave him are so far from what you expected it’s as though time stands still. “Move in w’me.”

“What?” You’re excited from the moment the words leave his lips, but you’re certain you misheard.

“I want you t’move in with me, get out of this lil apartment. Come make my house ours, let’s always be together. No more late nights alone let’s always be there together even if my stupid fuckin’ job means I get in at 2am.”

You squeal throwing your arms around his neck as you practically pounce on him. “Oh my god yes, yes, yes when?”

He chuckles pushing you back slightly so he’s able to look at you once more. “Well I mean we could start moving ya stuff in tomorrow, I know we said we’d go out for the day but-”

“No!” You say it all too quickly and he laughs “I wana move in let’s do that fuck the plans! We can do that any day!” You forcefully hug him again. Pulling away he’s beaming at you “do you promise you mean it?”

“With all my heart baby.” The hand he has resting on your back moves up and down slowly. So soothing, so full of love.

You scream in excitement before kissing him.

When you eventually pull away you look directly into his hooded eyes. “Forever and always?”

“Forever and always babygirl” and he rubs his nose against yours.

[wcbblife]

Paige as a mom HCs

a/n: so, I'm just going to drop this here and act like I didn't just stop writing for like months. Sorry people... I'll try and get some stuff out but it's so hard to write these days. Excuse any errors!

Beach days are a must for her. She loves to collect seashells with her kid so that they can make necklaces or even decorate their fishtank back at home.

“Mamma check this one out!” Paige cranes her neck back to see the huge seashell held way too close to her face. “Woah baby. I think that one’s way too big to take home.” She watches as Mia pouts, head dropping low together with her shoulders. “But... I guess we could make an exception.” Paige opens the small bag in her hands, smiling as she watches Mia waddle over to her and drop it in with the rest of them.

Unprompted 12 am trips to buy snacks with her kid.

“Mamma we’re out of string cheese.” Mia pouts, pressing on the dispenser at the top of the can, hearing nothing more than the air inside the tin. “Awe dang it.” She matches the pout on her lips, halting her hand currently opening the packet of salted crackers. They stay in silence and a smile settles on her face. “You wanna go with me to buy some? "Can we do that?” She leans in, whispering, as if she were afraid to get caught. “Sure we can,” Paige shrugs, “But you have to be quiet. Mommy is sleeping.”

Videogame house tournaments that always end up with you eliminated first.

“Mamma, I’m gonna beat you this time.” She squeezes her controller, little face twisted in concentration. “In your dreams, princess.” Paige chuckles, choosing her character on smash. “My money’s on Mia.” You mumble from the floor, currently situated between Paige’s legs. “Hey.” She hisses, squeezing your sides softly with her legs as Mia lets out a string of giggles.

She actually gets sad whenever she thinks about her kid moving out for college even if she's still a baby.

"Paige?" You call out from your room. You swear you've searched the whole house for her and no matter how much you call out you're met with silence. "I'm in here." She mumbles into the hallway from the nursery. You're quick to walk over, creaking the door open slowly. Paige is sitting on the rocking chair, baby in her arms. Even with your presence in the room, she can't seem to tear her eyes away from her daughter. "You ok baby? I've been calling you." Careful not to wake your daughter, you shuffle over to her, leaning down to whisper. Paige turns to look at you and that's when you see it. Her eyes are red, dried-up tears reaching all the way down to her chin. "You've been crying?" Instinctively, you reach over to cup her chin. "What's wrong?" A few seconds pass and Paige looks back down to her babygirl. "She's going to leave us." Confused, you freeze next to her. "What?" "Mia. She's going to grow up and leave one day" You chuckle, suddenly feeling a bit more relieved. "Baby, Mia's only a year old. You'll have some time between now and then." Paige's lips quiver again as the tears start to come back. You smile, bending over to plant a kiss to the crown of her head. "I'll make you some coffee sweetheart."

Her whole team is obsessed with Mia.

"Mia, come here." Paige calls for her, almost exasperated. No matter what she did Mia just didn't seem to listen. "You want to do press with me?" "Brink!" Mia shrieks, running over to the center with her arms extended upward. The blond smiles, bending over to scoop Mia up into her arms. "I can take her, Paige." Before Paige can get another word out, Cameron cuts in. "Seriously dude. I got her." Paige sighs, "Thanks, Cam." Cameron walks away into the other room and Paige sees the team huddle around the center to coo at her girl.

Paige's favorite thing is picking up her kid from school.

Paige watches as the teacher walks over to Mia, tapping on her shoulder softly and pointing where the guard was standing. Immediately, Mia drops the crayon on her hand, rushing over to Paige and hugging her knees. Paige picks her up, covering her face with kisses, enjoying the way that Mia giggles. "I got you something." Mia stops laughing, cheeks red from laughter. Paige shows her a bad, filled with cookies from her favorite shop. Mia hugs Paige's face, tiny hands barely circling around Paige head. "Thank you, mamma."

[luvs4matt]

Can you do a fic where the reader has no patiences at all and matt notices that through out the day so he decides to teach her some patiences

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✿ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

“awe my needy girl, you’re always so desperate. open your mouth sweetheart”

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - dom!bf!matt x sub!gf!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - when reader has been impatient all day, matt decides to teach her patience

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - SMUT, p in v, daddy kink, sir kink, praise, degradation?, dumbification, oral (f & m receiving), cum eating?, fingering, nicknames (honey, baby, babygirl, princess, good girl, sweetheart), teasing, dacryphilia, lingerie, orgasm denial, kissing, hickeys, implied after care, use of y/n, if i missed anything please lmk!

with love and stems, cherry ღღ

𝟖:𝟑𝟒 𝐀𝐌

“𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓“ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 “𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓“ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 shaking his shoulder “hm” he groans “i’m getting in the shower, just letting you know incase you wake up and wonder where i was”

“k” he closed his eyes to return back to sleep, what he didn’t catch onto is that you wanted him to come with you

𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟔 𝐀𝐌

“baby!” you exclaim running towards him, jumping next to him on the couch “hey, whats got you all happy?” he wraps a arm around your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his waist, throwing a leg over his

“i get to see you” you lightly grind your heat against his thigh but he didn’t notice, taking it as you getting comfortable

he leans down pecking your lips “i’m happy i get to see you too baby”

𝟏𝟐:𝟐𝟕 𝐏𝐌

you grind yourself against him again, hoping he notices this time “you okay sweetheart?” you respond with a ‘mhm’

you wait a couple minutes before glancing up at him, seeing his attention placed on the tv

did he really not notice? you trail your hand down to his v line, maybe he will finally take the hint, he chuckles at your actions “not right now baby” you groan, rolling your eyes

𝟑:𝟎𝟒 𝐏𝐌

you and matt are sat on opposite ends of the couch, his eyes are locked on the tv aswell as his 2 brothers, you on the other hand had your attention on matt

your thighs clenched together, your bottom lip hooked between your teeth, when would he finally fuck you? you rub your thighs together, in hopes of feeling any friction

he looks over at you giving a small smile, you roll your eyes placing your attention on the tv

𝟔:𝟓𝟕 𝐏𝐌

you and matt had reservations for dinner, you guys hadn’t had a date night in awhile “baby” matt looks over at you for a quick second before looking back to the road “hm?”

you lean over the middle console leaving soft kisses on his neck, using one of your hands to graze his arm “why don’t we pull over?”

“after dinner honey, after dinner” you scoff as you lean back into your chair “you okay?” you continue to look out your window “yup.” you respond accentuating the p

“don’t do that baby” you look over at him taking your attention away from nature “do what matt.”

“this, when you have no patience so you get a attitude” you roll your eyes at his words “don’t know what you’re talking about”

matt was going to say something else but decided not to, choosing life over death “alright”

𝟖:𝟒𝟒 𝐏𝐌

as soon as you got home you were out of the car, heading to matts room to change.

you slip off your heels and peel off your dress leaving you in only a matching set of blue lace, in only a matter of seconds you are pulled back against matt “is this for me?”

“mhm, yeah, it is” matt is now the one leaving soft kisses on your neck “i love it, i really really love it” you giggle as you push your hips back into his “yeah?”

“mhm, but.. i think, i need to teach you some patience” he runs his hands up and down your inner thighs “go lay down babygirl” you walk over to the bed and lay down on your back just like he told you to.

he crawls on top of you leaning his head down to kiss your left cheek, then your right cheek, next was your forehead, before he could reach your nose you grab his face bringing him down to kiss you.

“look at you all needy” while his right hand was stabilizing him, his left was caressing your cheek “just shut up and kiss me matt” he ghosts his lips above yours.

you tried to close the space between you two, but matt pulled back every time “mattt” you whine “what is it baby? am i being mean?” you try to connect your lips again, but he pulls back just like every other time “yes, i need you to kiss me, please”

“patients sweetheart” he kisses your nose before moving down to kiss the outer corners of your mouth “if i kiss you will you be a good girl for me?” you nod your head in response “i want to hear you say it”

“ill be a good girl, please kiss me” he finally places his lips on yours. you try to deepen the kiss but matt doesn’t let you.

you groan in annoyance when you try to deepen the kiss again and he doesn’t let you “is something wrong honey?” you whine once again from his teasing words. you bring your face up to kiss him but he stops you

“not until you tell me whats wrong” you look up at him with pleading eyes “i need you, and you won’t touch me”

“oh baby, ill touch you, but you need to learn something first” he tilts his head to the side staring into your eyes “learn what? i’ve been good for you” the hand that was on your cheek is now running up and down the side of your thigh

“i don’t know about that sweetheart, you have been impatient with me all day, and got a little attitude” he starts to leave small teasing kisses on your neck down to your collarbone “m’sorry, please matt, i need it so bad”

“i know angel, i know, just be patient for me mhm?” he kisses down towards your breast’s “can i take this off?” he asks while playing with your bra strap “please do”

you arch your back so he can reach under you to undo the clasp, pulling the blue lace off of your body, he kisses and sucks every where on your tits besides your nipple “stop teasing”

“oh i’m sorry, am i teasing you baby?” you hum a ‘mhm’ as your response “i’m sorry, i know you’re so, so needy” he still avoids your nipple, his kisses traveling down to the damp blue lace.

you open your thighs letting him slide between them. he hooks your thighs over his shoulders before teasing you again.

he kissed your inner thighs, massages your thighs, kissed the lace, he moves your panties to the side making you think he was finally going to give you what you wanted, but no.

he licks the outside of your folds, never going between them “matt stop” you whine “you want me to stop?” he pulls his mouth away from you, his mouth no longer on you.

“no! no! no! don’t stop like that, stop teasing me, please matt” he starts to kiss your bikini line “i’m not teasing you honey, i’m just teaching you a lesson”

“i’ve learned my lesson, i won’t get a attitude with you again, i promise” you beg “this isn’t about your attitude, it’s about you being impatient, which you are being now, so no, you haven’t learned your lesson”

you huff in frustration. your core ached so bad, you needed something, anything.

he continues to leave his marks, sucking hickeys into the skin, you so badly want to beg him for what you want, or buck your hips but hold back so then maybe he will finally give it to you.

he loved teasing you, but teasing you, also meant he was teasing himself.

he so badly wanted to latch his mouth onto your nipple and swirl his tongue around the bud, he wanted to suck on your clit and stick his tongue inside of your soaked entrance, yet he resisted.

he eventually gives in placing a kiss to your clit causing you to gasp “thank you, thank you so much” he sucked on the bud as your hands rakes through his hair.

he moves his mouth down to your entrance now sucking on the hole “fuck!” he slides his tongue inside, working his mouth on you.

he brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, slow circles, increasing your pleasure. you had gotten so pent up, that you could already feel your orgasm slowly building up.

you were finally getting the release you’ve needed all day, you wouldn’t have lasted another minute without touch from him. he removes his thumb from your clit, replacing it with his mouth.

you’re a moaning, whining mess under him, yes he had been talking sweetly but his mouth working on you was nothing close to soft and slow. you gasp in surprise when matts middle, and ring finger slipped fully into your cunt.

“oh my god matt!” you moan, his fingers were moving at a fast, yet also slowish speed, but it felt like so much more. “you feel good?” he could feel your approaching orgasm as you clenched around his fingers.

“yes! so good! please don’t stop!” the vibrations of his words sent a shocking feeling down your spine, a good feeling.

you forgot about any of your problems, you forgot about nick, and chris in the house, you forgot about everything, besides matt, matt was all you could think of.

“m’gonna cum!” you squeal “you didn’t ask for permission babygirl” you whine under his touch, knowing you fucked up by not asking him for permission, before warning him that you were dangerously close.

“please daddy! please let me cum!” you buck your hips up into his face, which matt makes sure it doesn’t happen again with the grip he has on your thighs.

“are you sorry?” you were so close to your orgasm that it was painful “yes! yes! i’m so sorry for being impatient with you! please! i need to cum!” you beg.

he pulls his mouth off of you, so you were now face to face, his fingers never stopped though “go ahead beautiful, let daddy see how pretty you look when you cum”

the knot in your stomach snaps, your face contorts in pleasure “thank you!” your jaw was slack as you arch your back.

you are trying to move your body away from his fingers from the overstimulation, but he pulls your body back down, speeding up his movements.

you grip onto his wrist while his name is leaving your mouth like a mantra “matt! matt! matt! matt! matt! s- slow do- o- oh my god! t- to- fuck!” he curls his fingers, finding your most sensitive spot that only he can seem to find.

you grind your hips down into him, chasing a new high that is building up “your doing so good” he praises. “p- please!” you are struggling to speak properly due to the amount of pleasure you’re receiving.

“what is it angel? you wanna cum again? is that it?” he leaves soft, tender kisses on your cheeks “yes! can i?” he looks you in the eyes, his eyes soft, yet also cold and harsh.

“you need it that bad?” he teases “yes! i need it so bad, daddy please!” only erotic noises filled the room, echoing off the walls “cum.” he looks between your face, and where you and his fingers meet, watching the white sticky liquid gush all over his fingers for the second time that night.

he rides you through your high before pulling his fingers out of you, sucking them clean.

he leans in connecting your lips in a sloppy kiss, his tongue explores your mouth not missing a centimeter. he swallows the moan that leaves your mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue.

you separate for a quick second by his shirt coming between you two as he pulls it off of himself, but are quickly joined back together. you were extremely sensitive, but also desperately yearning for him to be inside of you.

“ill give you what you want princess, just ask nicely” he muttered against your lips “please fuck me daddy, i want you” you kiss along his jaw, sucking small marks.

the rattle of matts belt fills your ears, he slips his pants off of his legs, throwing them in the floor, except his belt.

he rolls you over onto your stomach, adjusting your leg, “give me your hands baby” you reach your hands behind your back, allowing matt to strap them together.

he runs his tip between your folds, spreading your arousal around “you gonna take it all?”

“yes, yes sir. i- ill take it all, i promise” he thrusts inside of you fully with one swift movement, you were finally getting what you wanted, you were finally filled by him.

he doesn’t move, waiting for you to thank him, which takes you a few moments to realize “thank you so much daddy, thank you for giving me what i needed” his movements started slow, and sensual “you’re welcome sweetheart”

he sticks to that pace for probably only a couple seconds max before unexpectedly speeding up to a animalistic speed “oh my fuck!” he has one hand on your ass, while the other is on your waist

“you really think i was gonna go soft on you, after all you did” you dig your hands into the sheets as much as you can “you were being such a bad girl, and bad girls don’t get rewarded, they get punished.”

you attempt to speak but no words leave your mouth, only deep moans “dumb already? is this dick that good?” he chuckles “u- uh huh!” his dynamic changing so quickly threw you off, but not in a bad way “god, you can’t even speak, acting like such a needy slut, are you? are you my needy little slut?”

“mhm!” he leaves a harsh slap on your ass, scolding you “use your words y/n.” it takes you a minute to be able to actually speak “y- yes! i- i’m your n- needy slut!” you stutter

matt always finds it adorable how easily you became a stuttering, whimpering mess underneath his touch. within a matter of seconds you would be like putty. you wouldn’t be able to speak, wouldn’t be able to move anything besides your hands, when he used toys on you, your body could barely even function correctly.

you never reacted with any other man like you do with matt. matt learned everything you liked and disliked, and he always did what you liked most, as soon as he would see your face turn into discomfort he would change his angle to watch your face turn back to pleasure.

the most you could ever do is let out a string of pleads followed by his name “you gonna cum baby?” your breath hitches as you grip onto the sheets “please! yes!”

he moves inside of you a few more times before stopping “no! why did you stop?” you whine “I’m not ready to let you cum yet”

you move your hips to bounce on his cock, which matt quickly puts a stop to.

“why are you being mean” matt leans down, kissing your shoulder “because your easy honey” you whine at his words “don’t worry, i’ll let you cum if you’re a good girl”

he restarts his movements while turning you onto your stomach, also re-building your orgasm.

the pressure in your stomach was building faster than before “m’close!” he kisses your spine, just how he did your shoulder “ill be nice honey, go ahead, cum”

you release all over his cock, a white ring left close to the base. after he rides out your high, he pulls out as he unties your hands “get on your knees” you lazily pick your body off the bed, kneeling down on the floor in front of him.

you go to wrap your hands around him, but he grabs your wrists. you start to feel tears run down your face in frustration “daddy please, i want your cock” he tilts his head to the side, making eye contact.

“hey, its okay. you can touch me once i tell you, you can” he takes one of his hands off of your wrists, using it to wipe your tears “this is why you need to learn to have patience, when you don’t have any, you don’t get what you want, and we don’t want that do we?”

“no, i’m sorry, please let me suck your cock, i’m your good girl, i promise” you cry, tears are streaming down your face, wanting nothing more than to have his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“awe my needy girl, you’re always so desperate. open your mouth sweetheart” he rubs his tip against your tongue before slowly sliding down your throat.

your mouth was finally full of him, just how you wanted “is this what you wanted?” he teases. you nod your head as you start to move your head up and down on him.

you had a grip on his thighs, meanwhile his hands were in your hair helping you take him all. small praises left his mouth, when you take him faster by each passing second.

‘doing so good princess’

‘being such a good girl’

‘why can’t you always be this good for me?”

“you can and you will swallow all of my cum, understand?” you nod as a response, not wanting to take your mouth off of him just yet. matt wasn’t happy with that, he pulls out of your mouth, giving you a demanding look.

“yes sir” he thrusts back in your mouth, fucking your face. thank god for your no gag reflex, because how deep and fast he was going, you would be more than gagging.

you feel him twitch in your mouth signaling he’s close. “m’gonna cum in that pretty throat of yours” you moan at the thought of his actions, giving him more pleasure.

“fuck! i’m cumming princess, m’cumming” he groans as he spills his seed down your throat.

he pulls out of your mouth, panting from his orgasm before he speaks “open” you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue, showing no leftover cum in your mouth.

“i knew you could do it” he helps you stand up, watching how you struggled to walk he picked you up “come on honey, let me clean you up.”

© luvs4matt

a/n - i hope this meets your expectations anon! and if you don’t like it i am sorry, i literally spent 3-4 days on this bc i didn’t know what to write LMAO😭 THANK YOU FOR 300!!!

[winitry]

it seemed a lot of people liked the brother-in-law merle headcanons and a couple of people like the idea of uncle merle, so... let's talk about how you and daryl make merle an uncle :)

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• you get pregnant not long after the group settles in alexandria

• merle keeps his distance from you while you're pregnant

• your hormones are all over the place, you go from laughing to crying at the drop of a dime, and any time he opens his mouth around you, he's always saying the wrong thing

• daryl has to play mediator so that you don't kill him, even though sometimes daryl considers doing it himself

• like when merle mentioned how big you were getting during your second trimester... *sigh*

• you cried

• daryl snapped

• it was... not a good day

• so he stays away for the most part, asking daryl when he wants to know how you're doing. he occasionally brings you some snacks that he must have stolen from the pantry, but you're always too hungry to care about how he got them

• first time merle actually calls you his sister out loud is after you've given birth and he holds his niece for the first time

• "atta girl, baby sister. you did real good."

• he is BEAMIIIINNGGG

• his eyes are just a little wet because the air is dry, that's all...

• he had wanted a nephew so bad, but the second he sees her, his heart grows three times it's size

• he was convinced that dixons could only make boys, but here he is holding a little dixon girl, daryl's babygirl, and she's the most precious thing he's ever seen

• constant jokes about needing a paternity test

• "i'm just saying, that nose is lookin' more like mine than yours, maybe your girl slipped into the wrong bed one night-" "shut the hell up, merle"

• merle always gives you a little wink to show he's just being an ass and not actually accusing you of such a thing

• which daryl knows. it doesn't annoy him any less, though

• never allowed to babysit EVERRRR. if your daughter isn't with aunt carol or aunt maggie, then she's at the grimes house. merle always has choice words about it

• okay, well... he babysits a couple times. and your daughter was returned back each time covered in dirt. one time merle carries her up to the door with wet pant legs pulled up to her knees and bits of leaves still strewn in her hair

• "oh... you had a fun time with uncle merle, huh?" "damn right she did, mamas. taught 'er how to catch frogs. babydoll, tell yer mama what a frog says!" "bib-bit!" "she's learnin'."

• saying the name merle is too complicated for your daughter's limited articulation, so she just calls him 'unca' while she's learning to talk.

• when your daughter DOES start to articulate...

• "son of a bitch!" "bitch!" "ha! that was good! wait- nah, nah, don't say that- aw, shit..." "shit!" "no!"

• he refuses to own up to it

• "merle! why's my daughter cursin' like a fuckin' sailor?" "well, darleena, sounds to me like she's gettin' it from you!"

• he's the favorite uncle (after aaron - your daughter adores aaron)

• rick's lowkey offended by it and tries to subtly bribe your daughter into saying she likes him more

• "uncle dick!"

• ...

• "... are you kiddin' me?" "don't know where she learned that from. must be a good judge'a character."

little bonus that doesn't have to do with uncle merle: it's really up to you, but i like to think that you and daryl would have agreed to name your daughter beth 🥺 you would have suggested the name, knowing that part of daryl never really healed after her death, and he would freeze. forgets how to breathe for a second as the memories wash over him. and then he would blink really fast as he feels his eyes start to water and he'd give you that soft little nod he does when he's trying not to cry. PLEASE- 😭

[itsmarsss]

bet. [Blitzø x Reader] (Helluva Boss)

(established relationship, talks about sex, blitz uses the word babygirl but otherwise gender neutral, will probably have a part 2 with the actual smut.)

“Well, that was really fucking awful,” Blitzø states, clearly irritated, as the two of you entered his office, and you already know how this was gonna go.

He was going to say he was annoyed because the double murder you’d all gone off to that morning had spiraled out of control, but when had any of your killings played out as planned? He was actually annoyed about his favorite coat getting partially burnt.

“Fucking Moxxie. Always gotta fuckin’ mess shit up,” he mutters under his breath as he begins undressing, taking the coat off first and examining the burnt fabric before disposing of it carelessly on the floor. 

“Will you relax already?” You lean on his desk, crossing your arms over your chest. “We killed more than half our targets for the day and it’s not even noon yet.”

“Yeah well if we all followed the plan it wouldn’t have been such a mess.” His bow tie was the next to go. 

“Blitz? I love you.”

He looks up at you, an unamused look in his face, stopping midway through sliding his suspenders off his shoulders. “Uh-huh, but what?"

"Why does there have to be a but? Could I not be telling you I love you just because?"

"You could. But I can feel a but in there."

"That's what she said."

He shoots you another unamused look.

“Okay, fine, but we got the job done, didn't we? Regardless of anything that might have happened."

“Oh stop licking their assholes,” he complains with an eyeroll, detaching the red skull charm from the collar of his shirt. “Catch,” he tells you, throwing it in your direction. You place it on the desk and he begins unbuttoning his somehow still pristine white shirt. “You just don’t want me to yell at him.”

“Well yeah? It would be a little hypocritical.”

He stops midway through undoing the buttons. “You saying I fuck up?” He questions, incredulous.

“Yes? All the time. We all do.”

He huffs in annoyance, unable to find a good retort within himself. Other than an ‘oh, fuck off’, of course. He only keeps undressing, taking the shirt completely off.  

“Hey, it’s alright to be upset that your coat’s burnt. I know you liked it a lot.”

“What? I’m not ‘upset’ about it,” he air-quotes, mocking your voice with an accent that sounds nothing like yours. “‘S just a stupid fucking coat.”

“Whatever you say, pretty boy,” you extend your hands to take the shirt from him. “Stop leaving your clothes on the floor,” you reprimand, and he rolls his eyes again before collecting the discarded clothing from the floor and throwing it to you. You place everything except the coat on the chair next to you, inspecting the item for a moment. “Hey, it’s not that bad. We can go get it fixed tomorrow. And if they can't fix it I bet we can find another one just like it, we’ll just leave Millie and Mox to handle the morning kills. How ‘bout that?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m taking a shower.” 

“I can see that,” you grin, making sure to exaggerate on the once-over you give his shirtless body.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t look at me like that, you know I get horny when I’m mad!” 

“What did I do?”

“You just checked me out!”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I did not.”

“Yeah you did you conniving witch!”

“Where the fuck did you even learn that word?”

“Honestly I don’t know what it means, but it sounded like it fit.”

“Surprisingly, it kinda does.” 

“See? You picked a smart man.” He teases.

“Sure did. A nerd ,even, one might say.” 

“Okay, nerd crosses a line.” 

You let out a laugh and he unbuttons his pants, pulling the zipper down and taking them off, leaving him only in his ‘honse’ patterned underwear. He leaves the pants on the floor and turns around towards the tiny bathroom connected to his office to take his shower.

“What’d I say about leaving the clothes on the floor?” You call from behind him.

He stops, turning back to look at you. “It’s my office.” 

“Doesn’t mean you should just leave stuff on the floor. You wouldn’t be all too pleased if I did the same-“ your voice dies out as you reach the end of your sentence and you purse your lips together, realizing your mistake:

“You’re more than welcome to leave your clothes on my floor right this second if you want to,” he smirks, raising his eyebrows up and down.

“Okay, okay, I walked right into that one. Go take your shower.”

“What? You’re evil, you know that?”

“What the fuck did I do?”

“You got me all hot and bothered now I’m not gonna be able to shower!” He explains, completely serious about it.

“I hardly think you wouldn’t be able to shower just ‘cause you’re a little horny.” 

“I’m not a little horny, baby, I’m mega stupid thunder horny right now, c’mon.” 

“Please don’t ever use those words together again.”

“Come shower with me,” he asks before he walks up to you, with a fake pout and puppy dog eyes, his hands on each side of you on top of the desk, caging you against it. 

One of your hands is instinctively placed over his bare chest, running your fingertips over it. “You know I’d love to, baby, but we both know that shower doesn’t fit both of us,” you laugh at the memory- you’ve tried. 

“Stupid fuckin’ tiny-ass shower,” he mumbles under his breath in frustration, eyes glancing at the floor for a moment as he very clearly tries to think of other alternatives. His mischievous grin quickly reappears as he looks back up at you. “Guess I’m just gonna have to fuck you here, then.” 

Look, you’ve fucked in his office. That’s no taboo- few things are when it comes to him. You’ve fucked on the couch, you’ve fucked on the floor, against pretty much every wall, against the door, on his chair. You name it, you’ve done it. The only place in there you had yet to deprave was, funnily enough…

“Haven’t fucked you on this desk yet. Wanna try it out?” 

"And then we can shower?"

"You still on about the shower thing? I'm trying to have some filthy raunchy passionate sex here."

"Oh silly me, I interrupted, sorry."

"Oh you're acting real funny today, aren't you? So what do you say?"

"Bet."

“Oh, fuck yeah.” His hands travel behind your thighs and he lifts you up into a sitting position on top of the desk behind you. “Gonna fuck you so good everyone outside’s gonna hear you screaming my name.” 

“That’s presumptuous.”

“Stop making up words, babe, it ain’t cute,” he complains as wastes no time before placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

You roll your eyes at him. “You know what that one means.” 

“No fancy words during sex, babygirl, it throws me off my rhythm. And it’s not ‘presumptuous’ if I can deliver, by the way.” 

“See you do know what it- shit- what it means. Are you ever going to shut up and deliver, then?” 

“Impatient, are we?”

“Yes. Now at least kiss me or I swear to fucking Satan I’ll-“

“Yup, that’ll do, shutting up now.”

[qrrieterisunnq]

Hi i think sweet creature with nico would be so🥹🥹🥹 (my favourite hs song and fav player)

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you'll like it! Not the best one I wrote!🤍

It’s already 1 am, and you’re lying on your couch, tv playing quietly in the background as you’re waiting for your husband to come home after his game. He was supposed to be home three hours ago, right after his post-game interviews.

Your daughter is already asleep in her crib, after an hour of trying to get her to sleep. The whole time she was crying, wanting his daddy to give her a goodnight kiss. You know how much she loves Nico, so it was really hard to explain to her, that daddy is still working, and he’ll give her a goodnight kiss as soon as he comes back. After you promised her that, for the fourth time, she finally gave in and fell asleep.

Your relationship with Nico has been on the wrong path for a while now. You had been arguing for a few months now. It would start with small stupid arguments, but they would graduate to much worse ones. The worst thing is that your daughter is always a witness to them.

It started at the beginning of the season, the devils had such a great start, winning a lot of games, which led to Nico spending his nights in a bar with his team. He was coming home late and leaving early for morning practices. You were used to it, but your daughter wasn’t she is only a year old and is really attached to Nico. She loves him so much which is starting to be the topic of most of your arguments now. You hate he barely sees her, and when he’s at home, it's only for a few hours or for him to get some sleep.

A loud bang on the door pulls you from your thoughts. You straighten yourself, waiting for something to happen. You hear the jiggling of the keys assuming it’s Nico, you stand up and walk over to the door to open them.

You’re met with Nico’s large figure. He stumbles into the apartment cursing when he hits the shoe cabinet, causing all the fall on the ground. You let out a breath, pushing him further into the apartment as you drop down on your knees to put the shoes back in the cabinet. Your head whips in the direction of your living room when you hear a loud band.

Be quiet! Peach is sleeping!” you whisper loudly as you enter the kitchen. “Where were you?” you ask him when you return with water and Advil tablet. “Peach wanted a kiss from you.”

Nico just stares at her blankly, an annoyed look on his face. Y/n let out a sigh shaking her head. “I asked you where you were so late. You were supposed to be at home three hours ago. So where were y-“ Y/n is cut off by Nico’s voice.

“Stop asking me stupid questions!” he snaps at her, his voice full of venom, he stands from his sitting position, hovering over y/n small frame. “You’re acting like a jealous whore!” he yells at her. Y/n’s eyes were well with tears at the hurtful words. She can’t believe he really says this to her, especially when he knows how hard she’s trying to not be one of the wives that has to have control over their husbands.

Before Nico can say anything the noise of their crying daughter interrupts him, noticing the tears in his wife’s eyes. Y/n shakes her head quickly making her way in their daughter room, with Nico hot at her tail, with regrets written all over his face.

“I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to.” He let out a sigh, his eyes locked on his wife and their daughter in her arms. “Dada.” Peach mumble as soon as she sees her dad standing next to her. She turns in Y/n’s arms making a grabby hands on her dad. With a small smile, he takes her from y/n’s hold pressing her to his chest, placing a chaste kiss on her chubby cheek.

“Hello my beautiful babygirl.” He whispers, tears in his eyes, as he slowly realizes what an awful father he has been to her. And even more awful husband to y/n.

“Dada.” Nico looks up at y/n, his eyes full of tears, some of them already rolling down his cheeks.

“Y/n I’m so pucking sorry. I, uhm, I know I’ve been acting weirdly and being distant. I don’t really deserve you two, but puck! I love you and I swear I’ll do better. It’s just too much on me, and I don’t know how to handle everything.” You have to smile at his “puck” instead of “fuck”.

“I know, I love you too, Nico. But you have to communicate with me more, okay.” You let out a sigh, walking closer to him to give him a side hug.

“Yeah, I will. I promise.” He nods his head, kissing the side of her head. His eyes closed at the feeling of being in his love's presence.

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3327

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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YASMINE Today was the day for the WWE draft. Honestly, I was fucking scared because I was more worried about Carmelo being on the same brand as me and all the drama that has been spiraling between him and me which the only people that knew were Trinity, Montez, Bianca, and Jonathan knew about.

Both Montez and Jonathan had blown my phone up, telling me that I should've listened to them. Then I wouldn't end up in this situation, but they will protect me if shit goes down.

I was in the catering area sitting down at the table eating my lunch while listening to some music so I wouldn't be in my head about all of this.

As I was doing that, I felt someone touch my shoulder, which made me jump. I turned around and saw Trick standing behind me, chuckling.

"Shit! Trick, you can't be doing that nigga" I said.

"My fault minks didn't mean to scare yo' ass." He said, chucking at me as I threw up the middle finger at him.

He sat down next to me at the table, munching away on his food as I continued doing the same thing. I haven't told him what Carmelo did. I don't think it would matter since Jonathan and Montez were already on that with him. There wouldn't be any point in Trick getting involved.

I was on my phone when I saw that Trinity sent me a text message probably about the draft that's happening tonight, which, like I said, I am shitting rocks right now.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Hey Babygirl! How are you holding up? Minnie🧃: I'm alright just eating right now with Trick ass 🙄 Trin🤭🫶🏽: PLEASE leave that man alone 😭😭 but are you nervous about the draft? Minnie🧃: yesss I am Trin like I pray that Carmelo doesn't get drafted on smackdown ion want no shit started between him and Montez Trin🤭🫶🏽: well ion' know about that Yasmine it might happen. Minnie🧃: STOP DONT SAY THAT BITCH! 🥲🥲 Trin🤭🫶🏽: what? I'm just saying Yasmine; just don't get your hopes up Minnie🧃: fineeee bro fineeee fuck man why does it have to be this way? 😟 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yasmine it's going to get better I promise just focus on the draft tonight ight? Minnie🧃: ight then Trin Trin🤭🫶🏽: okay I hope I'll see you in smackdown byeee Minnie🧃: byeee

After texting Trinity, I saw Trick all over my phone, so I turned my phone off and gave him a stern look.

"Damn, nigga you all up in my conversation dawg." I said.

"What happened between you and Melo?" He questioned me.

'Shit, why did he have to be so fucking nosey all up in my damn phone? Now I gotta spill the tea.'

Rolling my eyes in the process, I avoided the question while getting up from the table, along with my plate, and walking towards the trash can to throw it away.

I felt his presence behind me as I continued walking away from him, trying to avoid him asking me this question like I wanted to answer it. I didn't want anyone else involved in this situation, especially not Trick.

I continued to fasten my pace, feeling Trick grab me by the arm as we looked at each other.

"Minks, c'mon, mane. You can't just leave me in the dark. What happened?" I could read his facial expressions; he seemed concerned. I sighed in defeat while yanking my arm away from him.

"He put his hands on me, Trick, okay? He fucking put his hands on me, your own best friend." I said, folding my arms over my chest.

His face went into complete shock. Hearing that from me, it almost seemed like he didn't believe me. I just sighed before walking away from him as he stopped me in my tracks. "Look, imma talk to him to see." I turned my head, looking at him in disbelief, like, is this nigga fucking serious?

"What's the point of talking to him for when I literally just told yo' ass—you know, fine, go ahead. If you're going to believe him, then that's my problem." I walked away from him and went towards my locker room, trying to calm myself down from crying at work.

I just needed to be alone for a minute to get myself together before this damn draft for tonight.

✧˚° I was heading towards the ring, finding my seat since the draft was about to begin. As I saw Carmelo and Trick talking to each other, I just rolled my eyes at them, sitting down in my seat and looking up at the screen.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my social media as my legs were crossed, seeing what everyone was posting on their stories and whatnot until I felt a presence that didn't need to be felt. When I looked up, I saw Carmelo gazing down at me with his arms folded.

"What? Melo?"

"So you just telling everyone I put my hands on you?" Carmelo said.

I scoffed his disbelief. I knew Trick wasn't going to believe me in the first place; I don't have time for the shit.

"Nigga you did put your fucking hands on me; why would I lie about that?" I said sternly.

"Because you're lying; all I did was choke you just to put you in your place." Oh, nah, this nigga had me fucked up now.

I stood up, pushing him in the process. I couldn't believe this fuck nigga bro sitting up there playing the fucking victim.

"You what? I don't have time for this shit with yo' ass Melo, so please get the fuck on." I sat back down in my chair, getting on my phone, watching him standing there with his hands on his hips.

I heard his footsteps walking away to his seat he was sitting next to Trick my eyes directly looked at Trick who made eye contact with me I gave him the middle finger while muttering "fuck you" in the process as the draft was about to start.

✧˚° "From the NXT roster smackdown chooses..Yasmine!!!"

When I heard my name, I couldn't help but smile. I saw everyone cheering for me, and Lash hugged me while I walked past them, seeing Shawn Michael's with a smackdown blue cap.

He hugged me, whispering in my ear how proud he was and that I hope I'll do big things on the blue brand. I gave him a faint smile, as my anxiety was creeping up on me, and I was worried that Carmelo might get drafted, too.

After I sat back down in my chair, feeling very anxious, I decided I didn't want him on the same brand as me because it would only make matters worse.

"Yasmine girl, you're with the big dawgs now." Lash said.

"Yeah, I know it's crazy," I said while looking at Carmelo, who was staring down at me.

We avoided eye contact with him as we continued to listen and watch the big screen to see who else was getting drafted.

I felt my phone buzz, and when I saw a text from Bianca, I pulled it out and texted her back.

IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽: omgggg girl are you with us fr? Minnie🧃: Yes ma'am I am officially drafted on blue brand 🤭🤭 Breezy🫶🏽: OMGGG YESSS I AM SO EXCITED I KNOW TRIN FINNA GO CRAZY Minnie🧃: Righht but I'm worried B Breezy🫶🏽: why? Is this about Melo ass bc if he does get drafted which I hope he doesn't he better watch his back Minnie🧃: speaking of him; him and trick talked about it and I knew I've shouldn't have told him but he kept pressing me Breezy🫶🏽: so what I am hearing is that he didn't believe you? 🙄🙄 Minnie🧃: yeah, basically and then Melo gonna come up to me saying that he only did it to put me in my place like what? Breezy🫶🏽: awh hell nah bro he's playing the victim card rn Minnie🧃: fasho he is I was finna whoop his ass I front of everyone Breezy🫶🏽: hollon I think they're announcing the next person to get drafted

"From the NXT roster smackdown chooses...Carmelo Hayes!!"

My face fell as I heard his name shouted out. I saw him stroll by us, flashing me a smile as my nervousness began to rise. As I went out, I informed Lash I was going to the toilet and then to my locker room.

I slammed the door closed behind me, locking it. As I sat on the couch, trying to calm myself down, it seemed as if my entire universe had been ripped apart by that.

Why did it have to be him? Out of all the humans, who selected his ass? I looked up at the TV and noticed his confident smirk with the blue brand cap on as he dapped up Trick.  I fucking hate Trick now, but it was my fault for telling him when I knew he wasn't going to trust me. I mean, I can't blame him; that's his boy.

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Are you okay? Breezy🫶🏽: Text me back please so I can that you're okay?

I couldn't understand what she was messaging me since my anxiousness was hammering my ass right now.

Minnie🧃: B, it feels like my whole world his coming down Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine take long deep breaths do I need to send Montez? Minnie🧃:NO! don't okay? He's already worried about me enough Breezy🫶🏽: I understand but that's yo' brother he would do anything for you Yasmine Minnie🧃: I know I know B...I just can't fucking believe it. Breezy🫶🏽: me too like ugh...but don't worry we'll be here for you Minnie🧃: thank you B

After conversing with Bianca, I decided to stay in my locker room until then since I didn't want to see him again, especially with that fucking smile on his face, knowing he'd be on the same brand as me.

Without realizing it, if he does something wild, either Montez or Jonathan will beat him up; they are so protective of me it's not funny.

I heard a gentle knock on the door. I got up from the couch and almost opened the door, but I was scared to.

"Who's at the door?" I asked.

"It's me, Lash girl!" That voice didn't sound like Lash at all. When I opened the door, he was standing there.

He pushed me back, shutting the door behind him, locking it as he walked up towards me. I backed up, falling on the couch.

A/n: trigger warning contains rape ion want nobody to feel uncomfortable reading this so please and I mean please, skip this scene I'll keep it short I promise 😟

He was hammering me so hard that it made me cry; this man was insane.

He smacked me in the face after gripping me hard around the throat and gave me the most disgusting make out session ever.

"Yo' ass better take this shit, you bitch." He hissed while continuing to pound into my now abused cunt.

"You're hurting me! Get off of me Melo!" I shouted as he covered my mouth.

"You want them to hear us? I expect you to shut the fuck up then." I was crying softly while trying to fight him off of me.

This man was truly fucking nuts; he was doing this without my consent. I felt so powerless that I couldn't even push him off of me; he was more stronger than I was.

Sticking his tongue down my neck while rotating his hips and fiercely hitting my area, tears streamed down my face, and his grasp around my throat was so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Yeah, this is my pussy, you hear me? Yo' ass better not give it to nobody else but me." He slapped me in the face again, causing me to winched at the feeling.

"I fucking hate you...you piece of shit." I said, spitting in his face, and he didn't like that at all.

Grabbing a full load of my hair and assaulting my cervix, forcing me to yell yet again, I'm over here apologizing for it and begging him to stop.

But he didn't listen and continued to rape me in my own locker room, literally.

✧˚°

My body shook fiercely as I stared up at him, putting back on his clothes and mending himself, while he looked down at me, dejected and torn.

He smiled like a smug ass before leaving. "Remember you belong to me and only me." He shut the door, leaving me distressed as my worry gripped my ass. I was a weeping mess as I put on my clothing that he had taken off.

I couldn't stop sobbing. I didn't know who to tell since no one would believe me if I told that a WWE superstar named Carmelo Hayes had just raped his ex-girlfriend in her locker room; they'd think I was insane, so I'll keep it to myself.

After retouching my makeup, I decided to go early. I was able to sneak out before anybody could see me as I drove away from the garage.

My head was spiraling into a melancholy I didn't want to be in; all I wanted was to be happy, but after what occurred, I am now a victim of rape by someone I thought I loved but no longer do.

Now I'm just more broken than ever before he made me feel like this. I eventually arrived home, driving into the driveway as I stepped out of my car.

Opening the door and tossing my shoes someplace while hurrying upstairs to the bathroom, I fell to my knees and vomited into the toilet. I continued to heave up in the toilet until there was nothing left inside of me. I sat on my knees for a minute, tears streaming down my face, weeping silently. Why did this happen to me? I picked up my phone and phoned Trinity's number.

'Please pick up Trin it's urgent.'

OTP Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yo' Yasmine this is Jon Trin is in a match right now what's up?

'Fuck...what am I going to tell Jon?'

Minnie🧃: O-oh I didn't know...I can call back Jon Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yasmine? You don't sound okay did something happen? Minnie🧃: N-no I'm fine look I'll call back later on or tmr actually Trin🤭🫶🏽: nah fuck that what happened Yasmine Minnie🧃: it's nothing J-Jon I swear Trin🤭🫶🏽: stop playing with me Yasmine is about his ass again?

I hung up the phone so quickly that I didn't want to explain to anybody what had occurred to me. I got up from my knees and flushed the toilet as I proceeded towards my bedroom.

I removed my clothing and threw them somewhere so I could burn them later or whenever I wanted as I headed towards my bathroom and turned on the shower.

As I was doing that, I noticed my phone light up, indicating that Jon was calling, but I ignored it because if I had informed him that Carmelo had raped me, he would have been furious, so I now keep my distance from everyone.

Walking inside the shower, I felt the warm water contact my body, sighing in relief and closing my eyes. I had to keep this hidden from everyone, but I know Bianca or Trin will eventually find out.

I rested my head on the damp wall next to me, not understanding why I had to go through this. Why me? Why, oh why? It didn't make sense to me that every time I closed my eyes, I saw him all over me, doing things I never wanted him to do.

I suppose he's telling Trick how he hit it with me and we made stuff up, which I know how dumb Trick is in believing his lies.

I walked out of the shower, wrapped the towel over my entire body, and looked in the mirror, sure that everything would fall into place.

Seeing the marks on my neck it just made me feel disgusted in my body, I turned off the light inside the bathroom while walking out shutting the door behind me.

I sat down on my bed grabbing my phone and saw all of the missed phone calls from Jonathan and some from Bianca too probably Jon told her I was acting weird.

Breezy🫶🏽 sent 4+ messages

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Jon called me and said that you were acting weird is everything okay? Breezy🫶🏽: I didn't see you on the rest of the show during the draft Breezy🫶🏽: did he do something to you Yasmine? Breezy🫶🏽: please text me back you know I'm here for you.

I didn't know how to feel at the moment it just felt like I was completely numb how was I supposed to tell her or trin about what he had done to me?

I didn't want to leave her or anyone else in the dark but I just couldn't tell.

IMESSAGE 💬 Minnie🧃: I'm fine B Breezy🫶🏽: are you sure? Minnie🧃: yeah, I just felt really tired after the show that's all Breezy🫶🏽: well that's not what Jon had told me when you called looking for Trinity seemed like something happened during that time. Minnie🧃: whatever he told you was a lie I'm fine B I promise Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine I know you; you don't have to lie to me yk Minnie🧃: IM NOT LYING OKAY...I-I'm just...fuck Bianca...idkkk...

I started to have a mental breakdown again thinking about what Melo did to me he made me feel worthless.

Breezy🫶🏽: what's going on? Calm down talk to me what happened Minnie🧃: Melo...he... Breezy🫶🏽: what did he do Yasmine? talk to me I'm here we are all here for you. Minnie🧃: He fucking raped me Bianca....in my own locker room...he fucking raped me. Breezy🫶🏽: WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? NAH THATS IT IM TELLING MONTEZ TO COME GET YOU Minnie🧃: O-okay... Breezy🫶🏽: make sure take you let the people know that you're moving out pack all of your belongings okay? Minnie🧃: ight B see you then.

I put on some clothes and began packing all of my belongings I didn't feel safe anymore not even at the company I was with. While I was packing I grabbed my phone texting the person about taking me off the lease due to me moving out tonight hopefully they'll get back with me tomorrow so I can get my money back.

I continue to pack all of stuff making sure that I didn't leave anything else behind and just waited for Montez to come get me. Hopefully when I do go on the smackdown brand they'll protect me.

Fuck Trick maybe if I didn't tell him what happened between me and Melo I wouldn't be in this situation but I just had to run my mouth about it.

And I just knew that his dumbass wouldn't believe me but believe his own best friend such a fucking hypocrite. I heard the door knocking as I got up from the bed walking downstairs opening the door seeing Montez standing there along with Jon.

I couldn't help but to form tears in my eyes hugging them tightly while they did the same for me.

"It's okay little sis we are here for you now." Montez said.

"When we see him it's on sight." Jon said.

We pulled away from each other as I wiped my eyes taking deep breaths, Montez told me to wait in the car while they get my things out from the apartment.

As I was waiting in the car I just looked outside the window in the backseat just in my head wondering if things would've been different if me and him didn't get together.

Maybe I should've listened to them.

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A/n: I am soooo sorry for writing that scene I'm glad I kept it short I didn't want to continue to write that. But Carmelo is in a rude awakening when he gets to smackdown.

ALSO ANOTHER THING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SAMI??? HE PISSED ME TF OFF SEEING HIM WITH SOLO ASS.

I hope yall enjoy the chapter, lmk in the comments.

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reader having no experience wiith sex so she asks jake to teach her

The way I saw this in my inbox a couple days ago and I FRRRR cannot stop thinking about it omggg 😩😩😩😩😩😩

You know that your relationship with Jake is different. All your other friends only talk about being courted and taking long walks to talk, getting gifts and giving gifts, making bracelets and hair beads together...they never talk about...it.

You're not really sure what it is, if you're honest. Jake has just always had a different way of doing things, and you simply don't object. He'll touch you under your loincloth until you're moist, he'll lick your nipples until they harden, and then he'll rub at this one spot between your thighs that has you jerking and quivering until the sensation is too much and you feel like you'll die. And then it happens, that wonderful sensation of release that leaves you breathless and gasping, shaking as Jake kisses it all way.

He's done it to you a couple of times, and you've currently found yourself more curious than before to find out what's under his loincloth and if you can make him feel the same.

That's why, one day, when you and Jake are spooning in the forest, far away from the others, and his hands start wandering to your thighs, caressing between them, hinting that he's going to work his magic again, you ask, “Why do you touch me there?”

Jake freezes for a moment before he kisses your shoulder. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” he questions, not unkindly.

You shake your head. “No. I just...don't understand why you do it,” you reply.

“Well, it feels good, doesn't it?”

You nod. “It does, but...why do you never let me touch you?” you question, and Jake chuckles softly.

“Because you don't owe me anything, babygirl,” he tells you, his hands crawling higher, towards your cunt.

You insist, “If I...if I touch you, will it feel good for you, too?”

At this, Jake props himself up on his elbow so he can glance down at your face. “Nobody's ever told you?”

You fold your ears back as you meet his gaze. “Well, they...I mean, uh. I know that two people can mate, I just...don't really understand how it works,” you say. Then, with a sudden idea sparking in your brain, you ask, “Do-do you know?”

Jake nods, caressing a hand down the soft skin of your arm. “I do.”

You swallow, ears folding back before you question, “Can you teach me?”

Jake raises an eyebrow. “You want me to teach you?” he asks. “Not just explain it?”

You shake your head, sitting up and looking him straight in the face. “I want to do it,” you tell him. “I want to do it with you.”

Jake's pupils widen, his ears perked as he studies you with care. “You're serious,” he says, sounding almost surprised.

You nod. “I am. Can you teach me?”

Jake smiles softly, a cocky, sexy smile. “If you insist,” he says.

You offer him an excited little grin before your eyes trail down his body. “You've seen me bare so many times,” you start, caressing one of his thick thighs, slowly gliding higher, and Jake's eyes turn predatory as they watch you. “But I've never seen you bare.”

Jake's ears twitch, as if the words were unreal. “Are you sayin' you wanna see me, baby?”

You nod somewhat shyly, eyes big and eager, and Jake smirks. He stands, towering over you, and undoes his loincloth. He allows the garment to fall away, and your eyes fall on his cock, long and hard, the head growing a dark blue, a shiny bead of liquid forming on the tip.

You glance up at him, curious, and ask, “Can I touch it?”

Jake smirks. “You've got it all hard and excited, 'f course you can touch it, girl.”

You crawl closer to him, kneeling in front of him and resting your ass on your ankles before you raise one of your hands to him. You're timid in the way you touch him, fingers caressing the thick head. You're surprised when it jerks at your touch, and you glance up at him, amazed.

He chuckles at the look of awe across your face. Such an innocent, inexperienced little thing. And Jake, so ready to corrupt you.

You run a finger up his underside, making Jake inhale sharply, before you slowly wrap your hand around him. Jake's watching you, cock pulsing in your grasp.

As a sudden idea overcomes you, you lean toward Jake and press a soft, light kiss to the tip, tasting the salty liquid that oozes from it.

Jake hisses quietly and you can't glance away from him. For some reason, doing this has you wet between the thighs, just like when he touches you.

“I feel funny,” you tell him, your cheeks blushing. “Feels like when...when you touch me between the legs. But you're not touching me, and I'm all wet.”

At this, Jake groans, the mere idea driving him crazy. “Well, baby, that's why I'm so fuckin' hard,” he tells you. “I can help you without using my hands or my mouth. Just with my cock.”

You look surprised. “How?”

Jake smiles down at you. “I can show you. But first, I need you to lie down f'r me and spread your legs wide, 'kay?”

You agree, lying on your back and spreading your legs, hastily removing your loincloth and tossing it aside. Jake kneels on the ground between your thighs, one of his hands falling to your cunt and tracing a finger between your folds.

You hum softly, quietly, and Jake says, “'m gonna put a finger in you, alright?”

You meet his gaze. “Inside?” you ask him, and he nods.

“I promise it won't hurt, baby. I'll be gentle, and if you want me to stop, you just have to tell me, alright?”

You nod. “Okay,” you tell him, your voice breathy.

He touches an unexplored part of your cunt, so close to where that ache spreads from your womb. He prods at the entrance softly, slowly, gathering all that wetness before pushing his middle finger into you.

The feeling sends a shock of relief through you and you gasp, pussy clenching around his finger. Jake watches your reaction, carefully studying you in case you want him to stop. Instead, you beg, “Deeper. Please, this feels s'good!”

He chuckles, pushing his finger as deep in as it'll go, until his knuckle is pressing against your folds.

You close your eyes as Jake begins curling his finger upward, touching a spongy spot inside you that has you squirming. He's never put his fingers inside you before, and you wish he had. It feels so amazing, you can't believe you've been missing out on this.

“I-I don't understand,” you say through the haze of pleasure. “What does this have to do with your...with your cock?” The moment you say the word, you blush, your cheeks darkening and your ears flattening against your head.

Jake laughs softly. “You're so adorable,” he says quietly. Then, he replies, “I can put my cock in you, baby, and it'll feel even better.”

You open your eyes, meeting Jake's thick gaze, and ask, “You'll put it inside?”

Jake nods. “If you want me to, baby. Only if you want me to. Don't feel pressured, mkay?”

You say, “I'm not pressured. I-I want you inside.”

Jake pulls his finger out of you before saying, “Are you sure, girl?”

You nod, spreading your legs some more, your soaked cunt on display for his starved gaze. “Please,” you say softly.

Jake nods gently. He runs the head of his thick cock between your folds, watching your reaction, and then slowly, he pushes into you.

At first, it's a little painful, the way the thick head forces you apart, but once the tip is in, pleasure sparks through you, making you gasp. His girth glides deep inside you with ease, soft and slow, and you arch your back at the feeling of fulness he offers.

“Oh, Goddamn,” Jake grunts when the head of his cock meets your cervix. “Fuck, girl. This pussy's so fuckin' sweet.”

You mewl, mind lost to the ecstasy, unable to even reply from how full you feel. And then Jake starts thrusting into you slowly, making you jerk, your hands reaching for him.

Jake chuckles quietly as he cages your body under his. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him. You snake your tongue into his mouth, making him smile against you, softly biting your tongue as it meets his.

You buck your hips up to meet his, his heavy cock pulsing within you. One of Jake's hands wanders to your pussy, playing with your clit, and you gasp.

You pull away from the kiss and say, “Can you—can you go faster?”

Jake smirks as he increases his speed, his hips slamming against yours, the sound of skin on skin loud in the atmosphere. You moan, the pleasure spreading through you, warm and gentle, building up slowly.

You arch your back, whimpering, and Jake says, “'s good, isn't it? My cock so deep inside your pretty cunt.”

You nod, nails digging into the skin of his back, and you wrap a leg around his waist, forcing him deeper. You gasp as the tip threatens to push past your cervix, to fuck right into your womb.

“Try talkin' for me, girl,” he says. “Try answering me, yeah?”

You whine. “I—I can't!” you exclaim, body trembling, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Can't-can't talk!”

Jake chuckles quietly. “You poor thing, fucked dumb already?”

You shudder, wanting to beg as the pleasure grasps at your every nerve, as you start seeing stars. There's something you want to ask from him, something you know he can give you, but you can't think straight, can barely keep yourself from fainting from the pleasure.

You open your mouth, trying to ask him something, but instead blurt something that you're not sure you'd intended to say.

“Daddy!” you cry, hips rolling in time with his thrusts. “Daddy!”

Jake moans lowly, the sound of your nickname for him driving him insane. “Goddamn,” he gasps. “You fuckin' precious baby. You're gonna be the death of me, kid.”

You mewl, unsure of why calling him Daddy makes you wetter, why it makes you clench around him.

Jake groans as your pussy grows tighter, as it gets harder for him to thrust in and out of you.

“Daddy! Daddy, 's too much!” you cry, body trembling. You throw your head back, exposing your neck, and Jake bites at the soft flesh.

“Come for me, baby,” he says. “I know you want to. Come all over my cock, hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “Yes! Daddy! Fuck!”

The pleasure inflates within you, feeling like a warm bubble that grows and grows and grows, making the edges of your vision dark. You mewl and cry, begging, saying, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

And then your orgasm washes over you, drowning you in the pleasure, making you feel like you can't breathe. You gasp and shake, crying out, “Oh, Daddy!”

“Fuck!” Jake gasps as he feels you come around him. “D'you know what happens now, baby?” he asks, voice strenuous. “I'm gonna fill y'up with my cum, hm? Put my seed in you so you smell of me for days.”

You nod. “Please, fill me! Daddy, fill me up!”

Jake thrusts into you a couple more times before finally coming, spurting his load into you, making you shiver as he fills you.

He grunts and gasps, his ears folded back, his teeth dragging over his bottom lip, before he pulls out of you.

He lies beside you, meeting your eyes with his and asks, “You okay, honey?”

You nod, a smile spreading on your lips. “I'm fucking amazing,” you reply. “Luckily, I have the best teacher in the world.”

Jake chuckles quietly. Then, raising a cock eyebrow at you, he questions, “Daddy?”

You blush. “It just...slipped out,” you mumble, a shy smile playing on your lips.

Jake grins. “I like it,” he says. “I hope to hear it more often from now on, hm?”

You blush. “Okay, Daddy.”

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@yagirlheree @sweetllamaparadise @kamcrazy123

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[miss-multi45]

HII! Do you think you could do the ghouls and ghoulettes with a reader who was getting yelled at by either another sibling of sin or maybe another member or ministry or the church for messing something up. After a long day of getting yelled and scolded out they just immediately go to the ghouls or ghoulettes, (i’m just in the mood for so comfort. i’m awkward with requests but i think ur a amazing author!)

ofc i can!! hope you're doing well now, darling ♡♡

swiss

don't you worry, baby he's got you.

swiss lifts you up bridal style and plops you down in his nest.

the sibling of sin went mysteriously missing after that.

ghouls need to eat, don't they?

sodo

"oh hey babygirl/babyboy/baby i- who the fuck made you cry?"

he heats his hands up reader to burn this motherfucker.

listens to everything you have to say, then hunts down the sibling of sin.

rain

"baby shark. who did this to you?"

one of the only times he's in a hunting/murderous mood

he drowned the sibling of sin.

i'm not even gonna try to leave it to the imagination.

phantom

he knew somebody messed with your emotions, he could smell it. and he didn't like it.

"little ghost..who did this? tell me."

he calls you 'little ghost' because his name is phantom.

he gave the sibling of sin a physical warning.

aether

he could smell it too.

brought you into a hug and sniffed you to sense which sibling of sin hurt you.

he scented you again, to take that disgusting siblings smell off your gorgeous body.

scared the sibling half to death.

mountain

he came to you, effortlessly scooped you into his arms and sniffed you.

you unfortunately did smell of the sibling, so he promised to scent you after he (poisoned) took care of the sibling.

he marked you, too.

omega

"prince/princess, what happened?" he purred as you ran into his arms.

less than pleased when you told him what happened.

that same sibling has more than a few strikes in his book.

don't worry your pretty little head about what he did to them.

alpha

"lamb? what happened?"

you appeared at his door in the middle of the night, almost sobbing.

he let out a guttural growl when you told him.

him and the sibling are sworn enemies, and he knew one day they would go after you.

he dealt with them, and once he was done he left them in the dense woodland around to ministry to be eaten by the animals.

ifrit

"aw, puppy. please tell me what happened, i hate it when you're like this."

after 4 minutes of constant nagging and him rubbing your thighs to calm you down, you cracked.

he was fuming when those words escaped your lips.

left for a few hours, came back covered in blood and reeking of fresh corpse, and kissed you like normal.

aurora

"hi baby- oh. why are you crying?"

lil cutie goes rabid.

she's always had a bad feeling about them, and it's now worsened because they had the audacity to go after you.

tears them apart with her pretty pink claws.

cirrus

"my darling, please, answer me. what's wrong?"

2 seconds after she said that, she smelt the revolting scent of the sibling.

left you with snacks for 20 minutes, and came back completely clean.

you knew she killed them though.

cumulus

"babe. baby. tell me what happened."

won't stop bugging you until you spill it.

sits you on her lap to make you more comfortable.

remained calm when you told her, but inside she was livid.

next time you saw the sibling, they avoided all contact with you.

mist

"hey beautiful, say it right now. just say the word, and i'll murder them."

she'll gladly kill them if you want her to.

you said no, so she snapped their arm instead.

[myliteralhyperfixations19]

A Loving Man

warnings:18+ | Dirty talk | oral | missionary l

wc: 980

a/n: I’m getting better at this I think. This is kind of inspired by my boyfriend like all of them are. Enjoy! And Let me know what you guys think. ;)

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“Babe?”

The man makes a noise of acknowledgement  but doesn’t turn to you, watching the tv from the floor while you lay on the couch.

You try again, whining. “Babeeee~”

He rolls his eyes at your pestering, finally turning to your face. “Yeah, baby?”

“Come rub my feet? They hurt so bad.”

With a huff, he gets up and sits next to you on the couch, pulling your feet into his lap, massaging them softly. “Sure thing, my love.” 

“Aw, look at you being sweet and taking care of your lady.” Teasing him, you sigh and sink into the feeling of your man’s fingers rubbing your feet and watching him silently.

He rolls his eyes at your words then turns his gaze back to the tv. As you watch him you're blown away by just how happy you are with him and how lucky you are to have such a man willing to deal with you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me for, princess?” His voice snaps you back from your thoughts, realizing he caught you staring at him. 

You smile softly, blushing a little, before holding his gaze and replying. “You know I love you, right?

 He scoffs, shakes his head at the pure adoration on your face, and leans close to your face.

“You’re somethin’ else, ya know that,?” He flicks your forehead, resulting in you groaning from the mistreatment. But he quickly places a kiss on the spot when you’re done squirming from the pain. “I love you too, baby. Always.”

You grin at him. “Even when I’m whiny and demanding?”

 He lets out a loud laugh. “Yeah, even when you're whiny. My whiny, annoying, and demanding girl.”

“I said whiny, not annoying.”

“Whatever.” He says before leaning forward, getting in between your legs and placing a heated kiss to your lips. The two of you exchange lengthy kisses and slowly stripping from your clothes, long forgetting about your previous activities. 

He kisses your lips and hard, running his nose down your jaw. He presses a kiss to that spot right below your ear that makes your toes curl and your thighs tighten.His fingers reach down between your bodies and enters you and stretching your pussy slowly, sliding a second finger in while a hard thumb carves your clit in tight circles. 

Sooner than later, He slides down your body placing heated kisses on your soft skin on his way down. Spreading your legs, he whispers loving words that are drowned out as he kisses the skin of your soft plush thighs, his kisses soon followed by loving bites that make your guts knot.

You moan letting your head tip back as he leans in to lick a slow strip along your clit, your hand pushing his head into your already sopping wet pussy.  He groans as he revels in the way you pull him closer, your plush thighs encasing his head shaking, the taste of you exquisite on his tongue.

Your voice trails off into a high-pitched whine as he wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks, leaving you a shaking pile on the couch. Your boyfriend grins wide, lifting his head to watch as you peer down at him, your cheeks dark with color, truly the sweetest, most intoxicating sight. 

“ah… so pretty…” he muses, as he leans up to press two fingers into you, fucking you slow, savoring the way you gasp and clench down around him, tight, and then tighter, your knees pressing together as if you could somehow keep him there. 

“m-more… —”

“What do you want babygirl? Use your words.” 

“Please fuck me” You groan

“Whatever you want Princess” 

His fingers slide out you as one hand moves to hold your jaw keeping you in place while the other pins your hands together above your head. Both of you groan as your bodies meet, you loving the slight stretch that always comes from his cock and him loving the way your warm walls hug him tightly. His cock plunges in and out of you at a quick pace leaving you withering beneath him. 

Your happy cries get louder as the pleasure overtakes you, your eyes closing as you get lost in this ever welcome feeling. His grip on your jaw tightens.

“Keep your eyes on me baby” he demands. 

You whine at his demand. He likes to watch every emotion that crosses your face. He loves the way your nose scrunches up just a bit whenever he pushes his cock deeper between your folds. The whimpers you let out along with the tears forming on your waterline leave him yearning for you more and more by the second.

“You want to cum on my cock don’t you?”

You nod your head vigorously. Your brain feels clouded with thoughts of only him. 

“Please” you slur out

“Then keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Your eyes manage to meet his. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands. His cock stretches you out so perfectly. The way he feels inching into you, cock massaging your gummy walls leaves you feeling weak. Your legs tremble as his thrust picks up speed. 

“Please, Please, Please” you were begging for a release. 

“Go ahead doll, make a mess on my cock, just keep your eyes on me while you do it”

You both release a string of curses as you come undone together. He rests his forehead on yours,looking at you in wonder and you hum happily in compliance. 

“You know I love the hell outta you, right?” His deep voice sounds sweet to your ears. 

You grin, teasingly, “ You could love me more, by getting me a glass of water,my legs are to weak”

You shriek as he pinches your side before he hops up to get your water. Before leaving the room he says, “You're lucky I love you at all, brat”. 

[lumiereandcogsworth]

meant to send this yesterday but I fell asleep so 😈 every now and then I think about how Robert and Giselle's lives would've gone if they hadn't found each other and it had me wondering what you think Adam and Belle's might be? I believe you've mentioned Adam knew he had to eventually marry and have kids, do you think he would've ever come to love them in a weird way, or would he have just stayed distant? and what would happen to Maurice and Belle 👁️👁️

LOOOOOVE THIS QUESTION AAHHH.

okay so for belle and maurice. i truly think belle would have stayed in the village, until maurice died. which, not to be BLEAK, but historical evidence dictates that maurice probably would have lived only another like. Maybe ten years. MAYBE. which is so sad i’m sorry!!!!! a beautiful bonus of belle & adam marrying is that both belle and maurice’s qualities of life improve IMMENSELY. they go from poverty to royalty. better food, better hygiene resources, better mental health in general like ?? Thriving. so in the Real post-canon world, fear not. maurice lives longggg and even gets to become a great-grandfather before he goes 💙

BUT OKAY IN THIS AWFUL WORLD?? WHERE MY BELOVEDS DO NOT MEET????? yeah okay so, belle obviously wants to get outta town. we know this. but she really is not going leave maurice behind. they’re so bonded, and she clearly worries about him a lot. she’s like, DISTRAUGHT being at the castle, not because of her own safety, but because her father is home alone!!!! “he’s never been on his own”!!! (which always makes me laugh endearingly a little. like babygirl what do you think he was doing all those years before you were born 😭 he has been on his own PLENTY. but from her perspective i totally understand. he’s the center of her world, he’s never been alone To Her, because he’s always with her!!!!! augh. beloveds.)

ANYWAY, belle and maurice would just continue their lives. i guess in this divergence, maurice just doesn’t get lost on the way to the market? he goes and comes back the next day and things just carry on ? and in this same universe, adam never got cursed of course, but we’ll get into that shortly. so, some years go by. gaston definitely Continues pursuing belle, which is annoying, and i fear he’d get more aggressive, but i could also see him getting bored and moving on. (maybe even moving away 😍🤞 but that’s unlikely since he’s so worshiped here. but maybe people get bored of him too! idk.) regardless, maybe some ten years post the movie point in the timeline, maurice gets sick and slowly fades away. belle’s at his bedside to the very end. maurice is constantly telling her to not fret about him, to go on, go live your life now. forget me. but she, of course, continues caring for him until his last breath. she’s devastated. père robert comforts her and the funeral is small but nice.

after THAT (i can’t believe you just made me write that. biting you for your crimes.) belle grieves for a period of time, but her father’s words keep ringing in her mind. “go live your life, go on, go live.” so she eventually finds the strength to do so. she never loved this village, and this village Certainly never really loved her, but she knew her father felt safest here, so she stayed. but now that his story has ended, perhaps hers can begin. she sells everything she can, including the cottage itself, packs up clothes and books and special trinkets in saddlebags and a rucksack, hugs père robert and madame dupont (the dressmaker) and maybe a few others goodbye, hops on philippe’s back, and takes off.

i don’t think she completely knows where to go. but her heart keeps leading toward paris. she has to see. she has to know where her roots were laid. she has to know what her life was supposed to be like, had her mother lived. she had enough money to get by fairly easily, staying in inns and places along the way. meeting people, learning lots. she eventually lands in paris, and it really is a whole new world. i like to think that she finds her bearings here, somehow. maybe she’s able to get some education, since paris is more progressive than the small towns. MAYBE she gets the chance to open her own book shop. being in the city is a culture shock for her, for SURE, but she’s nothing if not determined to face a challenge.

she probably settles in paris, but definitely saves enough money to take little trips to other towns and cities, as well as maybe even getting to see italy. (MAYBE even getting to board a ship to that “america” place everyone seems so hot and bothered about.) (oh this may be obvious but batb universe is an alternate reality where the french revolution doesn’t happen. i’m not letting my babies get guillotined?? although, in This au, with adam and belle never having met… maybe it still would have. idk🤗) also i do like to think that belle would have met someone in paris and gotten married! i don’t think it was important to her AT ALL, but i can definitely see her having some cute little love story with a nice lad who kept frequenting her book shop. maybe they marry and have a couple kiddos. but also maybe not! i’m a huge fan of spinster!belle as well. and i know she’d kick ass and be content as one. (though i knoooow she longs for romance. so i’ll give her the cute bookshop guy. as a treat ❤️)

WELL WELL WELL… let’s check in with the local bitchass prince. shall we?

okay so. SO. yeah, adam never being cursed, never given an opportunity for change… he just fully becomes his father. the council was getting progressively more annoyed with him about not marrying someone, and i think within a year or two, they push on him some other laws that are like hey if you Don’t get married you’re actually subject to just fully lose the entire kingdom. you don’t wanna lose your precious ✨Things✨ do you? and adam, groaning like a child, is like “no…😒” so! the council finds some princess from an allied kingdom. i’m being vague on purpose because political history is not my speciality and i also Don’t Super Care. but hey! princess from allied kingdom! hello! adam meets his bride on their wedding day. neither of them are thrilled about it but she’s probably more willing to Do Their Duty than he is.

they get married and she’s pregnant not before too long. i can’t imagine adam feels too much about it. they have a son, (and the whole country collectively sighs in relief) and he’s probably named louis after adam’s father :/ or maybe antoine after his grandfather. anyway. gahhhh this is so tough to watch.

okay but the thing is, even if adam doesn’t feel AS connected to his son here, i still know that he’s not going to be harsh with him the way louis was with him. the reason he didn’t want to have children is because he knew how his father treated him was Wrong, but he had no idea how to be gentle either. his wife can see that he Wants to know what to do with their son, but he just doesn’t have the skills and tools. and unfortunately, his wife doesn’t really understand him enough to get through to him. he rejects any kind of emotional vulnerability with her. so, to ensure he doesn’t Harm the boy, adam is just absent a lot. he spends more and more time in paris and versailles. he has mistresses and still finds ways to indulge. he DOES his king duties but only precisely what he needs to do, nothing more.

he comes back every now and then to still “be around” and such. he and his wife probably have a few more children over time. they have daughters and sons. princesses and princes. he knows what to do with them even less when they’re children, not having ANY idea how to interact with children, and not having the complete love & care for them to even try. he’s not cruel or hateful toward them, he’s just. not emotionally present. they’re not afraid of him, they just don’t feel anything from him. it’s much of the same with his wife (unless she tries to Talk about anything too personal. then he’s vicious and argues angrily. they can sometimes talk about work subjects if he’s in a good mood (though that’s boring) and they may even have some intellectual talks too ! she’s educated and he does appreciate that in her. but overall they’re just never super close because she doesn’t get him and he never tries to get her.)

his sons go to boarding school and university to be educated young men, his daughters are taught by governesses and go to finishing school to be fine young ladies.

adam is just :/ depressed. and I’M DEPRESSED WRITING THIS!!!!!! BITING YOU AGAIN!!!! but anyway yeah he’s just kind of :// going through the motions. i know there’s another universe where he becomes just as cruel as his father was, but i really can’t bear the thought. (and that world i presented also assumes that his wife would be a nice person, willing to endure him for their duty. there’s also a world where she’s just as awful and it’s even messier than we could possibly imagine!!!) but the fact is, adam DOES have good in him. we KNOW he does. and maybe he doesn’t end up finding a soulmate to help him fully bring it out, but i Know him and i KNOW that having a partner who is at least kind to him, and having children, Would be able to shift something in him just a bit. just enough not to be cruel to them… even if he never finds the skills to be fully loving with them 😭

[luvs4matt]

“𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓“ 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏 landing on your ass from the palm of matts hand as he pounds into from behind “o- only for y- you, oh fuck!” changing his angle, his chest is now touching your back with his arm wrapped around your neck, making him go deeper than he already was

it was so much, too much, you tried running but he pulled you back with the arm he had wrapped around your throat “don’t run from me baby, be a good girl and take it all” he always knew what to say when in bed “oh my god! oh my god!” you scream out as he starts going faster and harder

“you feel good baby?” he says teasing you, he knew you did based on how hard you were clenching around him, your mouth hanging open, eyes shut, all of the pretty whimpers and moans leaving your mouth, it showed everything “y- mmm, y- yes, fuck!”

he chuckles as he watches you falling apart under him, he starts to nibble in your sweet spot right under your ear lobe causing you to let out a whimper, “you like that?” he whispers in your ear, going back to marking you “i fucking love it” moaning loudly

you could hear every groan and whimper he let out right in your ear and it only increased your pleasure “squeezing around me so tight, you gonna cum f’me gorgeous?” you couldn’t even talk anymore, when you only let out a broken moan

he lands a harsh slap on your ass “words babygirl” he quickened his pace, you don’t know how he could go any faster but he did “y- yes!” “good girl” he reaches his hand between your body rubbing small fast circles on your clit “oh my god! m’gonna cum! please, please let me cum!”

“please who?” the things he could do (and did) to you was euphoric, always felt so good, he knew your body inside and out “please daddy! m’so close” somehow managing to speak while experiencing a ungodly amount of pleasure

“there you go baby, go on, cum all over daddys cock” his words sent you over the edge, you let out a scream, your orgasm being the best one you’ve ever had, the speed of his hips never faltered or slowing overstimulating you

“t- too much!” you cry “i’m sure this tight little pussy can take it, don’t you think?” drastically slowing his speed to make sure you feel every inch, every vein, every thrust, and you did feel everything

“y- yes, please daddy! f- f- faster” he goes faster and deeper than before, you didn’t think it was possible but he did it “good girl” he has a tight grip on your ass pulling you to match his thrusts, he takes his hand off of your right cheek using it to push your head into the pillows, giving a bigger arch

“aw, are you gonna cum again angel” speaking with faux sympathy, you respond with a whine

“so pathetic, its been less than 5 minutes and you’re already cumming again? fucking slut” a hard slap landed on your cheek making you moan “you like when i hit you? hm?” he grabs a hold of your jaw squeezing your cheeks together making you turn your head around to look at him

“y- ohh my fuck!” he lets go of your jaw slapping you once again before grabbing it again “you’ve been being such a good girl for me, but if you don’t answer my question you’re not cumming again” the fucked out expression on your face spurred him on more “ill ask you again, do you like when i hit you? do you like when i treat you like the slut you are”

“yes! yes! i like when you treat me like a slut” you moan “that wasn’t so hard now was it” “go ahead princess, make this cock yours” after a few more thrusts your juices are squirting out between you both with a loud pornographic moan

“fuck baby, turn over” pulling out of your swollen hole, crawling on top of you until his dick is infront of your already open mouth slapping his dick against your tongue, every time you try to put him in your mouth he moves

growing inpatient you grab his dick and move it to your mouth taking in the tip “you want it?” “i want it” you say before putting him back in your mouth “you want it?” you huff taking him back out of your mouth “i said i want it” you try taking him back in your mouth but he pulls your head away with the grip he has on your hair

“say it louder” “i want your dick daddy” your previous begging wasn’t enough but it was now “yeah? then take it” you take his tip in your mouth starting slow attempting to tease him like he has been you but he pushes your head down to take all of him in your mouth gagging, but you loved it

“you gonna swallow it all baby” pulling your mouth off of him so you can respond “yes sir” “good girl” tears running down your face as his tip was hitting the very back of your throat, you ran your tongue on the under side of his cock

that sent him over the edge “fuck! there you go baby, doing so good f’me” his words mixed with his seed spilling in your mouth caused you to moan around him, slightly overstimulating him

he pulls out of your mouth “open” you complied, opening your mouth, and sticking your tongue out showing that you swallowed every drop of his cum “you listen so well baby” giving you a peck to your lips

he moves his head down between your legs spreading them open “i love cant, t- too sensitive” trying to pull back but his grip on your waist doesn’t let you “just gonna clean you up a bit okay?” placing light kisses on your inner thighs “o- okay”

you could feel the smirk on his face as he licks a stripe up your folds, lapping up all of your juices before pulling away he places a kiss on your clit making you arch your back

“cmon baby, lets go get you cleaned up”

© luvs4matt

— dirty slut , matthew sturniolo

[carelessflower]

First things first, I’m in awe of how you managed to narrate a story in just 1500 words. Could not be me. That is a great talent babygirl.

Secondly, I usually avoid a certain tags but this one was anyways part of the problemalec event so I was plenty aware of what I might stumble upon. Also, it’s written by you so ofc I’m gonna read the fuck out of it.

Okay, now to the reaxxxx

1. Two leaders faced, one lost, leaving the other begging for mercy, for anything they could do in exchange for their life. There was always a way, of course.

I WONDER WHAT THEY COULD GET IN EXCHANGE HSJSJSJSKSJS

2. Alec remembered his last birthday, trapped between Magnus's heated body and the cold hood of his car, lips stuffed full of Magnus’s cock.

Who wouldn’t want a birthday like that. I’m a whore for Magnus Bane and I respect Alec here. He’s doing it right.

3. “You knew the feds were coming.” Magnus could feel how hard Alec was clenching his shirt, the heat radiating from his body, all caused by him. “And you just fucked off without telling me. You fucking left me there with them.”

I love drama but more than that I love enemies to lover drama. Also mafia shit always hits different.

4. “You’re a coward.” Alec gritted out, and Magnus braced himself for what was coming, what he would end. “You rather get me fucking killed than admit you’re in love with me.”

YOU TELL HIM ALEC. You sucked his dick while on gunpoint. You get his ass.

5. I have no intention of becoming your lovesick boy toy, nor doodling love notes in your diary Alec. I’ve made it very clear.”

Me when someone assumes I have feelings for them lmao.

6. How dare he show up? How dare he not show up sooner?

Something something about Malec and weddings (and not to each other lmao)

7. But Magnus never begged.

Are we sure about this? Are we? Are we? I need to know more of the meetings that happened between the two.

8. Jason, pls run away. They’re crazy, you’re dodging a bullet there babygirl.

Overall, 11/10. Amazinf execution, showstopping storytelling. I have no comments on the smut except that IT WAS FILTHY AND YOU ARE GOING TO HELL JAJSJSKSJSJS

we need more unhinged and crazy writers like you in the fandom. Pls keep being you.

I love you Anh. ❤️🌈🌻 Pls spray some holy water on yourself now byeee!!!

as bestie one commented, i write like i chop words into sentences. i am allergic to not telling while telling something.

they so sick the only thing making nobody catch up to their shenanigans is becuz all the ones caught up are dead lol

what better birthday gift than magnus MAGNUM **** ;))))

alec bebe mouth full heart full but magnus can't say the same

u r so me what is love can we eat it

what are wedding without the groom's ex dramatically show up?

magnus did do some begging ;))) but alec usually too blissed to notice

at least jason not gonna get busted in his own damn house lmao

no amount of holy water can cleanse me im basically elite!!!!! i will rule hell!

[the-knights-who-say-book]

just another haunted house // a Scapegracers playlist

Gravel to Tempo — Haley Kiyoko Catch my name for kicks Thinking I would be right by your side I don’t feel adequate Thinking I’m a monster in disguise

Control — Halsey And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me” I can’t help this awful energy God damn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?

Heaven in Hiding — Halsey Sitting on the concrete in your basement But I don’t have no time for conversation Said, “this ain’t what you usually do, and a girl like me is new for you” And I can tell you mean it ‘cause you’re shaking

Control — VÉRITÉ Please excuse me for the way I act So I’ve asked too many times Drawing circles to show where I’m at As if they leave me to unwind

Haunted House — Sir Babygirl This party’s just another haunted house I can’t wait to lose all my friends tomorrow This party’s just another haunted house I can’t wait to carry it with me forever

Witch’s Rune — S. J. Tucker Darksome night and shining moon Balance of the dark and light hearken ye our witch’s rune as we perform our sacred rite

Human — (cover by) Kim Petras Pay my respects to grace and virtue Send my condolences to good Give my regards to soul and romance They always did the best they could

Floor — VÉRITÉ It’s no surprise on most nights How black skies poured down around us And I’m tired of waiting for our lives to crash against the surface

In the Woods Somewhere — Hozier When I awoke The moon still hung The night so black that the darkness hummed

clementine — Halsey Wish I could see what it’s like to be the blood in my veins Do the insides of all of my fingers still look the same? And can you feel it too, when I am touchin’ you? And when my hair stands on ends, it’s saluting you

Siren Song — Julian Moon They say I’ve got a serpent’s tongue And a body like a loaded gun You wanna tame me You wanna make me forget where I come from

Mile Magnificent — molly ofgeography This is my favorite part, the start Not the fire but the sparks The hold-your-breath, let loose your heart We burn ourselves to ashes Lighting fires in the dark

Hold Me Down — Halsey My demons are begging me to open up my mouth I need them mechanically make the words come out They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce Ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene — Hozier With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean

It Will Come Back — Hozier Oh, please, give me mercy no more That’s a kindness you can’t afford I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you’re born You’ll hear me howling outside your door

Need Nothing — VÉRITÉ I’m sorry I’m not what you wanted A blissful expectation of something you never got And I’m sorry we’re not where we started You’ve wasted all your time in holding on

Graveyard — Halsey They say I may be making a mistake I would’ve followed all the way, no matter how far I know when you go down all your darkest roads I would’ve followed all the way to the graveyard