#I don’t carry weight on my body really except for my legs ..and my legs don’t look like I put half the effort that I do in

[myvampyrez]

So excited to see a new DMC writer on Tumblr 🎉🎉 could I request just some domestic headcanons with Dante?

domestic dante hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dante (devil may cry) x reader

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thank you for this req!! saw the lack of dmc fics and decided to just make some myself lol. hope you guys enjoy my stuff 💕

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few curse words? just lots of fluff mainly

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❥ oh my gosh please take care of DANTE because he honestly neglects himself and his place

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine you and dante doing dishes—an activity he absolutely hates—while you tell him all the gossip you find out

❥ he simply gasps and ‘ooh’s at everything, mouth occasionally dropping open at certain scandals

❥ he’s literally the perfect person to gossip with

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine running your hands through dante’s hair as you lather the shampoo, the suds tinted a dark red and brown from all the blood and grime of his job as he throws his head back with a groan

❥ whatever you do, DON’T imagine dante placing his hands on your waist as he tugs you closer to him, feet coming down from their resting spot on the desk so you could stand between his legs as he looks up at you with gazing blue eyes

❥ i am feral oh my goodness

❥ and definitely don’t imagine tending to the bruises and scrapes that he comes home with

❥ even though dante’s body perfectly capable of healing itself, he loves when you baby him

❥ because he’s at work a lot or is tryna pay off his bills, he loves just coming home and spending time with you when he can

❥ honestly collapses on the couch (or bed, whichever’s closer) and encourages you to join, face still buried in the pillow as he beckons you over with an open hand

❥ if you wear makeup and fall asleep with it on, dante will try his best to clean it off for you

❥ except he’s like.. rlly bad at it lmfao

❥ but the thoughts there!! he’s trying his best 💔💔

❥ the type of guy to call you the cheesiest nicknames tho

❥ like.. babycakes? really 😭?

❥ also gives light swats at your ass if you bend over, i’m sorry but it’s true

❥ likes touching you with at least some part of his body, if you sleep then your legs gotta lock or if you’re on the couch his arms around you

❥ but good luck because this man is a FURNACE

❥ if you have anemia / low iron or like any other condition where you can get pretty cold, this man is your lifeline

❥ read a fic about dante carrying like tons of bags after he spoiled you and went shopping with you despite not even having money to pay bills at the devil may cry and let me just say i am an avid believer of that as well

❥ you’ll literally be walking away from a cute necklace or pair of shoes and then you turn around and think wheres dante?

❥ then you just see him hauling ass towards you as he tries to keep up with all the bags he has in his hands while you spot the small rectangular velvet box in his hands

❥ ugh

❥ i wont him

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DANTE watched as soft snores fell from your parted lips, hair splayed out below you crazily. he knew those would be a bitch to comb out later, but he couldn’t focus on anything else on the fact that the sunlight was hitting you just right, your skin coated in a deep gold as it reflected off your body.

you could’ve told dante you were an angel, and he would’ve believed you in a heartbeat. he’ll admit, he was a sucker for moments like these. even if seemed odd in retrospect, he just enjoyed seeing you so serene.

his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find a way to occupy his brain without waking you up before they finally fell on the black plastic remote that lay under your head.

dante’s hand slowly inched over, fingers almost tip-toeing their way over to you as he touched the remote. he was careful to pull it from under you, tugging it very slightly despite the weight of your head resting on it.

you stirred, making dante’s eyes widen as he paused his movements and bit his lip, even making a point so as to hold his breath. you licked your lips, dry from sleep as your head turned over to the other side of the pillow, sighing as you felt the coolness beneath your face.

dante exhaled in relief, before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off as he made sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t awake. even if a few minutes later you did anyways.

your eyelashes fluttered open as you caught dante muttering something at the tv, his eyes glued to some crappy reality tv show as they cut to an interview of a girl on the show. he scowled when he saw her, to which you softly laughed, tone gravelly from the thick coat of sleep still layering your voice. dante turned his head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he softly shushed you and coaxed you to go back to sleep.

“‘s alright, just go back to sleep baby.”

“can’t really go back to sleep when you’re shit-talking the contestants, dante.” you smiled at him as he admired you, gazing down upon you as you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, attention turning to the tv.

“what season is this?” you asked. dante’s hand never left your hair as his hands ran through it, careful not to snag on any tangles before responding with a quiet, “three.”

and in that moment when you looked back at him, eyes filled to the brim with nothing but adoration, he could’ve sworn his heart had stopped. dante felt as if the sun favored you, because every time you stepped in it, somehow you looked absolutely ethereal.

yeah, dante thought, he liked these small moments you two shared.

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[onlyswan]

summary: in which your feet are hurting but jungkook’s little joys in life are top priority.

> fluff / wc: 2.1k

note: i wrote this really quick because i just wanted to a break from writing essays and research T_T bare with meeee my brain will work better once school is over </3

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you’ve always found the concept of the butterfly effect fascinating. you could’ve sworn it was only yesterday when you and jungkook were comparing hand sizes like two stupid fools who get giddy over the slightest of touches and the briefest glides of skin against skin - too doubtful and afraid to confess their growing fondness for each other.

you start reminiscing back to the very beginning of your blossoming love like that - gradually spacing out in wonder about how you ended up in this position exactly. two years and five months later. watching your boyfriend fight a claw machine as if he’s carrying a personal vendetta against it.

“babe, seriously, just try the bear. a small nudge and it will fall right down.” you try reasoning with him after he failed to get the yellow duck stuffed toy four times in a row.

“we already have a lot of bears at home. but you know what we don’t have?” with widened eyes and knitted eyebrows, he points at his target. “a duck!” his index finger leaves a print on the glass.

“we both know these machines are rigged.” you whine out, subtly resting your weight against the claw machine in a poor attempt to rest your aching boot-clad feet. however, when you feel it lean a little bit to the other side, you quickly step back in fear of leaving the machine smashed into pieces on the cold tiled floor and you, in debt to the arcade place owner. you just have to deal with the pain of fashion, instead of paying for it.

life is difficult because you can’t afford it.

“i’ve already won prizes here, i promise! we just have to be patient. trust me.”

you shake your head with a smile forming on your lips, the sigh you’ve been holding back vanishing beneath it. “fine. exchange for more coins.”

you don’t have patience for most things, especially not for claw machines. and well, also for most people. but jungkook is the only exception. and so, you stretch your ankles inside your boots and pull your unzipped zip-up jacket tighter around your body. the small arcade is just along the highway. you pass by it every day and every day night, to and from work.

today is a saturday. you spent the afternoon with jungkook shopping at the mall to reward yourself with this month’s hard earned money. you passed by the arcade on the way home, as usual. what made today different, however, was you being dragged inside because the new whack-a-mole machine caught the eyes of your eternal child at heart boyfriend.

he spent about fifteen minutes whacking moles, the smile on his face gradually shaping into a gape when he realized his scores were close to beating the high score. just by seeing that look on his face, you already knew you weren’t leaving the damn arcade until he sets the new record high. and so, you stole a chair from one of spots for the fishing game machine and let him do what he had to do. the shopping bags were resting between your legs to prevent them from falling, but you chose to put the new shoes you bought jungkook on your lap. you feel protective of it in some way.

after two more rounds, he beat the high score. that’s your jungkook. he achieves everything he sets his mind into. he doesn’t give up. he doesn’t get dispirited. he tries and tries again until it becomes a natural reflex to do well. and you’re always by his side, cheering him on.

and so when he gave you his famous ‘i want to try that’ sparkling bambi eyes the moment he saw the claw machine standing outside, you immediately placed the shopping bags on the ground. it might look and sound stupid, but trivial activities like this matter to you. you want to spend as much as time possible with your boyfriend. it doesn’t matter to you what it is he wants to do, because you never want him to feel shy or embarrassed about the things he enjoy.

you’re thankful that today, it’s wanting a duck stuffed toy from a claw machine instead of hanging upside down on the famous swing of new zealand. dear god, the most horrifying possibilities swirled and crashed around your brain aimlessly. never have you prayed so desperately to the heavens in your life until that day came.

needless to say, the range of his hobbies and interests remains fascinating years into your relationship.

at last, after a total of eight tries, the duck gets lifted by the claw, but the yellow stuffed toy slips away from it as it ascends. “ah shit- i almost had it.” he closes his eyes, tilting his head to the side as annoyance starts to creep into his nerves.

“that was so close, baby. it landed flat so maybe the weight is balanced now.” you have no idea if your words make sense at all, but he takes them as encouragement based on the determined nod he gives you.

“this is the last coin.” he informs you, showing you the silver coin between his index and middle finger. he takes a deep breath, the small dimples on the upper corner of his mouth and the long and deep dimples on his cheeks making a brief appearance. you’ve always found it enchanting, how he doesn’t need to smile for his dimples to show. he’s just the prettiest person to ever exist. your pretty boy. you want to spend the rest of your life adoring his every feature.

he inserts the coin in the slot, rubbing his hands together after. “duckie, you’re coming home with us!” it sounds more like a threat than a cheerful affirmation, making you laugh out loud.

“stop scaring it away!”

“it’s the one being mean to me.” he whines loudly, lips forming a permanent pout. his doe eyes turn into crescent moons as he squints, all of his energy focused on maneuvering the claw at the (hopefully) correct position above the duck.

you hide a wince, shifting your feet to subtly alleviate the pain. unsurprisingly, it doesn’t work at all. it has been a long day after all.

he blows a breath of air while you hold in yours; funny enough, that small moment highlights the differences between the two of you.

“do you really want it that bad?” you ask him, tone saying ‘if you ask me for the stars, i’ll give you the night sky itself.’

“yes.” he juts out his bottom lip and looks at you briefly. and then finally, he taps the green round button — his hand so big that only the half of his three longest fingers covers it entirely.

and well . . . that’s when your mind and body decide to simultaneously act faster than jungkook can comprehend.

it is a natural reflex. to give jungkook what he wants. the second you see that the duck is about to slip from the claw like it did earlier, the idea sparks in your brain and your hands swiftly execute the message with uncontrolled strength.

right, you push the machine so hard that the claw swings to the side and flings the duck straight to the square box. it falls all the way down, behind the small glass window at the very bottom where the player is supposed to claim their prize.

thankfully, the machine doesn’t fall all the way down. it springs back into its previous position, the remaining toys toppling over each other. you’re also lucky that the people inside the arcade are too loud and too busy in their own little transparent bubbles to notice the dangerous form of cheating that occured only a few meters away.

“AH! what the fu-” he stumbles two steps back, eyes as wide as saucers as he watches the scene unfold.

you swallow thickly, heart almost jumping out of your chest from how fast it’s beating. when your eyes meet, you smile at him awkwardly and shakily put up your hands in surrender. “oops. my hands slipped.”

“oh my god, i’m so in love with you.” he crosses the distance between the two of you to pepper your face with kisses, his arms circling around your waist to lift up your feet from the ground.

the intimate feeling of his smile against your skin and his laughter vibrating against your body — ah, the sweetest prize.

“alright, alright. go get your duckie before it gets stolen by some kid.” you giggle, tapping his shoulders to tell him to put you down. he does that exactly, but he doesn’t move from his spot until he grabs your face to give you one final kiss on the lips.

you release the breath you’ve been holding in, shrugging off your jacket to leave it hanging around your arms. the rush of adrenaline, dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin coursing through your body has left you breathless.

your boyfriend pops up infront of you once again, this time trying his best to make his pout as big as possible to copy the beak of the duck he’s holding beside his face.

you can’t resist giving him a small kiss. “you’re so cute.” you smile at him lovingly, brushing his hair back with your fingers. “wanna go home now?”

he nods his head enthusiastically, taking your hand to make you hold the stuffed toy. “you hold duckie for now.” then he reaches behind you to gather the shopping bags he left in your care while he was playing.

“what are you doing down there?” you ask in confusion when he squats down infront of you.

he cranes his head to meet your clueless eyes. “your feet must be hurting, baby. i’ll carry you home.”

and that’s when the pain that’s been bothering you for the past hour comes back with full force. can’t believe i almost forgot. now it feels like it hurts even more.

you climb on his back without second thought, giving him a kiss on the cheek once he stands back up. “my super strong boyfriend, thank you.” you don’t deny jungkook when he offers to do something for you. that hurts his feelings the most, you’ve noticed a long time ago. praises, on the other hand, are what he thrives off from.

he smirks proudly, clicking his tongue. “that’s me!”

jungkook hasn’t walked that far away yet when you hear two young voices bickering loudly. you look back in curiosity to find two elementary students, a girl and a boy.

“just push the machine from that side! like this!” the girl instructs, pushing the air with her small hands. the boy looks at her with uncertainty, nervously glancing inside the arcade.

“wait- baby, stop for a bit.”

“huh?” jungkook makes a noise of confusion, stopping on his tracks. his body shifts to face the side, tracing the direction your eyes are trained to.

“i really don’t think we should be doing that. it’s cheating!” he scolds her before tugging her hand to force her to just walk past the place.

“why not?! i saw that girl do it. they got the duck!”

“and so? that was the last duck, dummy.”

“did i even say that i want the duck? i want that!” she points at brown-spotted animal.

“the giraffe?”

she nods her head, quivering lips forming a big frown. she’s dangerously close to the verge of crying, the little boy realizes. he freezes at his spot to ponder his options, looking at the machine and the girl back and forth.

“what have i done?” you mutter in disdain, your forehead dropping on jungkook’s shoulder.

“shit, my stomach hurts.” he doubles over from laughter with tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. the result of your impulsive actions is visually playing before him. you reply with a grunt, tightening your arms and legs around his body to prevent yourself from falling.

“yah! stop laughing.” you cry out, jokingly hitting his back with your fist. “let’s go home. i can’t watch this unfold.”

he continues walking to the opposite direction, getting farther and farther away from the two little kids. however, his cheeks are beginning to hurt because for the life of him, he can’t stop fucking laughing.

you sigh dramatically, leaning your cheek against his. “the things i do for you.”

he snorts. “hey, do you remember that one time i climbed and stole from a stranger’s mango tree for you?”

you stifle a gasp. “that never happened.”

it’s his turn to sigh. “i could’ve gotten arrested for that, you know?”

he can’t see you, but he can feel your grin. “but i know you’d do it for me again if i asked.”

his quick reply makes your breath get caught up in your lungs, your stomach turning into knots. “oh baby, i’d steal the fucking mona lisa from the louvre if you ask me to.”

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[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Part two for Nothing New? Were peds!reader and Wilson make up.

But only of you see fit. I'm just a sucker for a happy ending.

Anyway, love ur writing🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Will You Still Want Me?

pt 2 of Nothing New

James Wilson x peds!reader

*James’ pov*

I must have a little filter in my brain which is specifically designed to ruin my relationships with women. How stupid could I have been. The world presented me with the love of my life who was in pain and upset and instead of comforting her I simply decided to open my huge mouth and fuck everything up.

After that day I had come home and she wasn’t there. She’d packed a single suitcase, leaving the rest of her stuff. It gave me some hope as it would only sustain her a few days, but then again I could just be the chump who gets excited to see her come, only to find out she was going to pack everything up.

I’ve been such an idiot and I had rang her to tell her that many times. Eventually she stopped picking up, and I stopped trying.

I stopped outside our door, the weight of the day hanging heavy. I didn’t even want to open it, feeling there was nothing behind it that would bring me any happiness anymore. I eventually relented and unlocked the door. I peeled it open and I was met with the sight of Y/n sat on our couch.

Her eyes were wet and puffy, she was dressed in leggings and my old jumper she’d obviously taken with her. She looked so beautiful.

“Hi.” I muttered out. She wiped away her tears when she saw me but she managed out a smile.

“Hi.”

“What are you—I mean it’s your home so you’re always welcome of course but---I wasn’t expecting you.” I stumbled through my words.

“It was getting a bit crowded at my sisters. I’d started out at mum and dads but that didn’t last long. So yeah I’m back.” She seemed unsure of where her body stood and it pained me to see her uncomfortable in our home, with me.

“Are you back, back?” I slowly made my way over, afraid of startling her into bolting.

“I – I don’t—I don’t know.” She fiddled with the ends of my jumper.

“Look, I am so unbelievably happy to see you again, honey, but I think we need to sit down and talk because I have a lot I need to say to you.” I placed my hand on her shoulder.

“I know. Sorry for ignoring your calls.”

“It’s fine.” Our voices were now in a whisper.

I led her to sit down on the couch once again. Our knees touched but when they made contact she flinched away and hugged her legs into her body. My face fell at this.

“I was an idiot.” I began. “That’s it. There was nothing else to our fight except for my pure stupidity. You were hurting and I wasn’t there for you. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make that up to you.” She giggled at my dramatics but a few tears slipped down as well.

“You are the best thing in my life, and the thought that you are hurting, and that people have hurt you, pains me.” As my words carried on she seemed to relax and unlatch her legs. At this I took my chance and stroked a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

“You are a smart, talented, beautiful, and kind woman. And you do not deserve any of the horrible things that have happened to you because of disgusting and entitled men.” My hand fell to stroke up and down her back in a soothing gesture. “I know you do not need me to save you because you are strong enough.” I brought my hand up to her chin and tilted it so her eyes met mine. “But do not think for a second that I won’t always be there to fight for you.”

There was a pause and I looked into her eyes searching for any sign of uncertainty.

Suddenly she threw her arms around my neck, and we linked in the tightest hug. It was as if that week of absence was pouring out it’s love into each other. I felt her begin to sob into my neck and it encouraged my body to let a few tears of my own slip out. I hadn’t realised how much I fully missed her and I squeezed tighter just so I could know she was really there.

We pulled away and giggled out at both our teary faces. She cupped my face in her hands and leant forward to plant a smooching kiss onto my lips. Our tears mingled as we met.

“I missed you so much baby, I really wanted to hold a grudge but I knew I wouldn’t last much longer without you.” She giggled out. We collapsed down so we were lying intermingled on the couch together.

“Don’t worry, I was seconds away from throwing stones at your window. But your sister would have probably turned the hose on me.” I kissed her button nose and she scrunched it in delight.

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[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 — chigiri hyoma

i most definitely couldve written this with anyone else, but yk me i gotta go with chigiri. okay and YES its so overly poetic and deep BUT IDC !!

my old writing style btw

listen to snowfall by oneheart while u read bc i said so

the sand is wet and cold as you walk side by side with chigiri. his hand is tender and warm in yours, fingers intertwining and tangling together. you walk close to the ocean as you let the shallow waves lick at your feet. the dark water mirroring the lights in the sky: high and bright, a full moon illuminates the beach and ocean in a twilight film. the stars twinkling around the moon like fireflies, they are small and yet so bright. there are so, so many. chigiri chuckled at you when you pretended to count them all, you said you would give him all the stars in the night sky if thats what he wanted.

except the boardwalk lights drowns out the stars. half of the sky lit as other memorable moments were happening. others enjoy their night singing or drinking or simply just being together. of course, it was never possible to completely forget about all of the other tourists at the beach. they were always so rowdy and loud. but here, under the moonlight with chigiri, it felt like you and him were the last people on earth. how you wished you could walk along the endless beach with him forever.

in a haze, you glance sideways at him, watching the way his hair blows in the salty breeze. you could see the frizziness from today when he was playing in the water with you. it had a kind of tangled volume to it, different from his silky, smooth look. he was loud and excitdd earlier when he splashed you with ocean water before declaring “i win” after you surrendered. but now, he was quiet and reserved. he walked quietly and calmly by your side, his fingers squeezing yours lightly as he let you swing his arm back and forth.

he was most beautiful at times like this. the way his eyelashes cast dim shadows over his eyes, the way he blinks slowly and calmly. what you were seeing, was the real, vulnerable chigiri hyoma. the version of himself who likes to bury is head in your chest at night and who likes to press his lips against your forehead when youre asleep. the version of himself he only shows you.

“hyoma,” you say in a soft voice, brushing your hand against his.

“mm?” he absentmindedly hums back; his head slightly hazy as he takes in the salt and moon light, just as lost in the atmosphere as you are.

“carry me?”

lightly shaking from his trance, he laughs softly, “what? now?” and when you pout he immediately kneels down in the sand. “okay, okay, here,”

with a content face, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist before he lifts you up with ease. and oh his body warmth is seeping through his thin shirt soaking into your skin and suddenly you feel a yawn part from your lips.

“‘m getting sleepy now,” you say in a sing-song voice, letting your chin rest on his shoulder. “you’re really warm, hyo,” you unintentionally end up whispering, already feeling half asleep.he only hums back, ignoring the way your chilly skin against his made him shiver.

“do you want to go back?” chigiri slows in his steps, feeling sleepy himself from the white noise of the ocean that sang in his ears.

“mmm…” you swing your feet lightly. and you feel drunk on him. maybe it’s his body against yours, or the fact that his scent makes you hazy. you feel so loose and weak, if he put you down, you feel like your knees would simply give in. it feels so raw and real here, just you and him and the ocean. like as long as you stay at the shore, nothing could ever break or hurt the bond you share with him.

when you don’t respond, he continues walking. he wills himself to walk even as exhaustion takes him over. hearing your soft breaths by his ear and your weight pressing into him, he realizes he wants to cherish this moment forever. there were no other thoughts or emotions other than the feeling of belonging. finally feeling like all of the hardships he had endured were all for this exact moment: arms wrapped around your thighs as you cling to him while he walks on.

he would walk forever on the beach if it meant he could have you by his side, if it meant he could have you forever. he hoped that, even asleep, you would let him carry you til dawn breaks over the endless horizon, til the ocean eats the land, til all thats left are the remnants of moonlit memories.

he hopes that even after thousands of nights pass, even after you start a new life in a new universe, when you visit the beach and feel the ocean calling, you think of a boy with pink hair, you think of the endless path and piggy back rides, you think of wet sand and salty kisses. he hopes that you think of love and the rawness of carrying it along the tide, letting it spill into the ocean where it will live on forever.

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[boundinparchment]

Dream a Little Dream of Me - XXI

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. AO3 Chapter is Here.

“I was hoping we wouldn’t meet this way.”

The stranger was a small child and her legs dangled from the piano bench.  She looked out of place, lost, too full of life for this space.  And yet, despite her appearance, she had the gaze you only saw from those with long lives who had stories upon stories to tell.  She shook her head as she continued.

“In fact, I was hoping we wouldn’t have to meet at all.  But to say more beyond that would put you in grave danger, both from myself and your own circumstances.  Please forgive me for being obtuse.”

“Then why are you here?” You asked, looking out into the hallway, towards the direction you just came from.

Empty.  Zandik would likely be a while longer and sound didn’t carry down several flights of stairs.  But sometimes he had such a keen sense when something was amiss…as though he could always see you…or at least sense you.

Better to get what answers you could.  You knew this game well enough.  You turned your attention back to the young girl.  The rooms in your private quarters were decorated long before you arrived, dark wood and dark colors with gold accents that made the stranger stand out like a fresh sprout in a dull field.

“No, better question: who are you?” you rephrased.

“You can call me Nahida.  I cannot stay long, not without consequence.  And I believe I would be correct in surmising that you also know that something about this,” the little radish, for you couldn’t help but see her as one, raised her arms and gestured to the room, “is not as it seems.”

Such was the life of a Harbinger’s partner, you wanted to counter.  But the argument never made it to your lips.  You didn’t quite believe it would matter.

“Subtle hints are all I can offer; anything else will cause destabilization.  And my own presence is already spread too thin.  But the Outcast’s soulmate…was someone I had to meet for myself when I realized who you were.”

There it was again, that word.  You’d heard it whispered in the hall of the Akademiya when you first truly laid eyes on your soulmate, on the one who called himself The Doctor.  He must have done something truly horrific to warrant such a name from both the student body and the Sages themselves.  But the child in front of you was neither, that much you could guess.  Your expression shifted and the hairs on the back of your neck rose.

“Don’t call him that,” you spat.

“The two of you are…two sides of the same coin…passionate, dedicated to your work, but you are grounded in your humanity, your emotion, whereas his pursuit of knowledge has no limitations…someone like him would be innately fascinated by such a connection…especially his unique, if understandable, perspective on the Divine…”

Nahida hopped down from the piano bench and crossed her arms.  

This had never happened before.  No one ever managed to get past the security in place in this particular section of the Palace.  There were a few exceptions, of course, but Zandik wouldn’t make one for a tiny child who looked like a newborn tree.  

“Your analysis is poignant but I do not understand, exactly, what it is you’re doing here,” you said.  “I don’t think a child would have managed to slip past the guards, let alone figure out the security system that—”

“What do you call him?” Nahida asked suddenly.  “The Outcast goes by a different name according to you, otherwise the title would not make you so uncomfortable.”

The answer was immediate, your heart providing it for you.

“Zandik.  To me, he is Zandik.”

The name was enough to make the child pause and look at you again, her gaze seeing through you.  No way was she only a mere child.  Children were observant, far smarter than they were ever given credit for, but there was weight to her line of sight, a levity that…

“I see.  And does he remind you of the Zandik of your dreams?  The one you first met?”

You were taken aback, your heart skipping for a moment.  What kind of question was that?  If the mention of his moniker wasn’t bad enough, this child was now questioning you and your perception.

You knew who, precisely, your soulmate was.  The man down in the workshop could be no one else except for Zandik.  You’d spent more than half of your life dreaming of him, dreaming with him, through all of the good and the bad that you’d experienced over the course of your lives.

He’d never told you how he became the Outcast; conversely, you never told him the extent of your suffering at the hands of your patron.  Barriers neither of you touched.

You glared at her, no longer caring whether she was a curious child or something, someone, else.  So many years were spent questioning others’ actions and words, second-guessing yourself at every turn.  Not again.

“Consider it,” Nahida said.  “That is all I ask.  Look again.  When we remember events, we’re really remembering the last time we thought of them.  Distortions happen over time, our minds filling in gaps to make sense of what, at the time, did not.”

You heard your name from down the hall, a joyous song full of teasing promise.  He was finished for the night.  He was all yours.  

Your head jolted towards the direction of the sound but when you turned your head back towards the piano, the bright sprout was gone, no trace of its presence.  You could have dreamt the entire interaction but your chest tightened at that notion as you doubted yourself.  No.  She wasn’t a hallucination.  You were exhausted but you never…

A hand pressed against the small of your back and you jolted, torn from your thoughts.  Familiar colors and details came into view, gray pants, pinstripe waistcoat, exposed collarbone, aquamarine hair and crimson eyes as deep as the wine you would serve with dinner.  Zandik’s mouth was dipped into a pout, concern etched into his brow.  Worry looked too much like he was trying to solve a problem as of late.

“Noor ‘eini, you shouldn’t hide things from me,” his other hand brushed hair away from your forehead.  “I know when you aren’t feeling alright.  Overworking yourself isn’t the solution.”

“Says the man who spends days in his lab without sleep.”

“Touche,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, his touch lingering.  “But I’m here now, aren’t I?”

You felt yourself melt into the touch, too exhausted to provide a sharp comeback.  So much to do.  At least ten pages still needed to be inked and finalized.  The very notion made your mind protest and you felt yourself being directed away from your music room and towards the bedroom, urging you to take a break.

“You can go back to it after you’ve given your eyes and hands a break,” Zandik compromised.  “But for now…”

You felt soft covers and cool sheets, warmth that was more than just your own, your body craving everything.

All of this…

All of this felt right.

He was Zandik.  Your Zandik.

Nothing was out of place.

Nothing.

#fic: dream a little dream of me #dottore #il dottore #genshin impact dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #soulmate au

[lavendertales]

Hi!! I love your TLOU writings! Do you think there's anyway you could do a Joel Miller (Pedro) x f!reader with a tall reader? For reference Joel is 5'10 or '11 and I'm around 6'2

It can be smut, fluff, whatever you feel. It's just rare to find fanfics with taller readers 😂 (bonus points if they're plus size)

Thank you so much!!!

as a pretty tall person too, I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH. You're so right, it's rare to see fics with taller people, so let us remedy that, shall we?

Lover—Joel Miller x tall, plus size!f!reader

word count: 609

A/N: this is mostly just fluff with a very smitten Joel Miller. hints of smut, though nothing explicit. Nonetheless, as a lot of my works and my blog is 18+,

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

gif: @olisgifs

There have been eyes on you since the day you have arrived in Jackson, and months later, there are still eyes on you.

Except now, the eyes that follow you everywhere you go are Joel Miller’s.

And his express something else than the others’; there’s a certain mixture of admiration, awe and desire whenever he looks at you. You’re a tall woman, taller than him even, but he loves that. He loves the way there is more of you for him to adore whenever the two of you are alone. He loves kneading your flesh in between his fingers till it spills from in between; he loves hoisting your legs over his shoulders when he’s fucking you.

He loves every single inch of you, just as you are.

Truth be told, you were astounded at the newfound realization that Joel is borderline unhinged when it comes to you. You hadn’t always had a pleasant experience when it comes to meeting new people, particularly seeing their eyes roam over your tall figure, then dropping to notice the bit of extra weight that your body carried. You were never really bothered by it, you were quite confident with yourself, but sometimes it still got to you.

But ever since you and Joel became an item, any worries you might have had washed away. While he may not have been the most expressive person, and certainly not the most talkative, he showed his care through various acts of service—especially in the privacy of your house.

It was basically impossible to be even remotely bothered by the things that, according to Joel himself, made you an incredible woman.

“You cannot be serious,” you laughed one evening before bed.

“What? You think I’m joking?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Joel’s gaze shifts to your legs, long and teasingly exposed in your gown as you lay beside him. He runs his palm over your calf, teasingly moving upwards to your thigh.

“I ain’t joking,” Joel coos, kissing your cheek, then moving to your jaw. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“My height?”

“That’s right.”

You don’t hide the amusement that your face bestows.

“Not sure how that is a turn on of any sort, but… whatever floats your boat.”

Joel’s kisses go further down your neck, hand touching on your inner thigh now, rubbing the skin there. You smile, closing your eyes and trying to focus solely on the touches, but it only grows your desire more, and you can barely hold your moans to yourself.

“I got so lucky,” Joel mutters in your earlobe.

“I’m the lucky one.”

With Joel, you felt safe and cared for. And you made sure to return his affections tenfold. You enjoyed taking care of him, and you enjoyed seeing that he opened up to you more and putting his trust in you.

“Is it okay if we just watch a movie tonight?” you ask, looking at his face.

Joel instantly removes his hand from your inner thigh, simply caressing your knee. He then pecks your lips and gets more comfortable on his side of the bed.

“Of course,” he tells you.

“I know you probably wanted—“

“It’s okay. What movie do you feel like watching?”

“Well, I heard they’re playing Rush Hour at the cantina.”

“Sounds good.”

These are the moments that always reassure you that you have a great man by your side. In these moments, it’s more than your looks. It’s about safety and comfort, the feeling of coziness that Joel brings to you every single day.

You’ve never felt more confident or loved than when you were with Joel Miller.

#requests #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fic #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut

[liveyourlastbreath]

Neil Josten’s adventures in Exy as an (unwilling) Amputee (PT2)

We’re back and wondering how the rest of the first book goes. I’ve changed it so that the foxes do know Neil is an amputee, and Seth is a dick about it

Also just want to point out I’ve been doing research on Amputees just to make sure I can represent amputee!Neil as accurately as possible. If I got something wrong, please let me know. Im trying to show with this AU how sometimes, physically disabled people are treated differently and how that can be a bad thing (Most of it happens in the beginning of the series, especially during Kathy’s talk show) Like I said though, I want to hear your feedback on it all.

Neil forgot how much he enjoyed running until he tested out his blade, he was fast, fast, and the thing moved like his leg was still there

Being fast, though, didn’t stop Kevin from tearing his confidence apart every practice

So summer practice is about to start up, which means Neil’s physical happens, and it goes a little something like this: Abby tells him she has to check his leg to make sure the stump is okay, check for track marks and thats it.  Neil is not happy and predicts the horrified expression Abby makes at the knotted burn scars and healed hacks that surrounded the stump. “Neil this isn’t a car crash scar-”

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Abby hurries through the rest of the physical and Neil is out of there as fast as he can be

The foxes are friendly enough, a couple asking about how to practice on his new leg is, but most just ignore it. 

Except Seth because of course. “Great, now we have two cripples on our team. Fan-fucking-tastic!” 

Seth ran over five miles their first practice back

AND WE CANT FORGET THE BEST SCENE IN BOOK ONE

“Put your pet monster on a leash or I will.” “A broken cripple like you?”“Fuck you, you crippled, dead weight has been” 

Disabled on Disabled violence now happens often on court. The other members have a drinking game where they have to take a shot everytime Neil or Kevin refer to each other as a ‘cripple’

And then the crew goes out to Colmbia

As soon as Neil cant stand straight from the dust, andrew yanks off Neil’s leg to keep him from running and shoves him into the crowd with Nicky. Neil has no choice but to hold on. 

He wakes up with his prosthetic missing in an unfamiliar bed, Nicky at his side and being absolutely terrified. He can’t exactly run and his mom isn’t there to carry him away. They don’t give him back his leg until he says he cant shower without his leg right there when hes done

Now imagine you’re walking past the house, this is what you see: A prosthetic leg flies out the window and lands in the bushes, following is a short and desperate man missing a leg who tumbles out behind it. Just ignore him and walk away

Neil tries not to think about it but he really hopes no one took the slip off of his stump

also this conversation happens: “I took a different route””What’s you do, run here?””walked, luckily. They stole my leg for a bit and I planned on just hitchhiking the whole way if I didn’t get it back”

Wymack gives Neil permission to bash anyones head in if they touch his leg. Neil knew he didn’t need permission but the idea was nice

When Andrew gets Neil’s first truth, Neil does tell Andrew that it wasn’t a car accident that took his leg. That he blamed on his father, who got cocky and the Moriyamas retaliated with a surprise amputation 

leading up to their first game neil learns a lot about his leg, as does the team

Like if Neil angles his leg just right he can hook the curve of his blade behind the knees of anyone trying to bodycheck him and send them flying. Matt and him found that out the hard way when they body-checked each other during a scrimmage and Matt faceplanted into the floor

Or that if Neil pushed off on his blade runner he got a couple extra inches on players like Seth jumping for the ball

That didn’t mean he wasn’t a nervous wreck when the first game of the season came, and the ERC dropped the bombshell that was Neil Josten, striker for the Foxes and first college-level Exy player to be sporting a prosthetic leg 

And that night when Kevin dragged him out onto the inner court that night, telling Neil not to waste their time, Neil refused to believe that any of the the screams of “hero” and “inspiration” were for him

Neil winced at the noise of the crowd as he stepped up to swap Seth. If they thought that Neil’s leg would somehow save their asses, they would be sorely mistaken

The Jackels threw creative insults at him as they prepared to restart the game. “A National cripple and an amateur cripple, I think old Wymack’s finally gone senile.” 

The entire stadium’s energy was not like that of any other game, not even a Ravens game.  Even the referees were more tuned in than Neil had ever seen, half the stadium’s eyes on him to see what he could do with one leg and what tricks he may have that would get him carded

Neil was doing good, his leg giving him the freedom he needed in a game so intense. He recovered faster after bodychecks and was able to jump and run like he used to. Neil had gotten so used to his leg being a bother, and now it was as if he’d never lost it in the first place

Neil made two goals that night, and thought he knew it was bad, that he wasn’t what the crowd had expected, he made two fucking goals that night with one functioning leg

He wouldn’t call the feeling in his chest pride, he wasn’t proud of their score or himself, but he was content that he could hold his own on a college Exy court

Neil could trust his aching stump of a leg to get him through the season

And then came Kathy’s talk show

The bus ride was fine, Neil had put on his day leg instead of the blade runner but still wished to have the thing nearby. He could escape on it, he trusted it more than his own teammates at that point

Kathy greeted Kevin warmly but had no hesitation in turning her hungry eyes on Neil and eyeing his right leg

“Neil Josten, the walking miracle himself-” Neil inwardly growled, he hated that word-” Did you hear the news, as of last night your name is the highest searched for NCAA Exy Strikers! That beats even Kevin and Riko out! I guess people want to know how someone is able to stand on the court despite his disadvantages!” Neil did not like her at all

And then Neil found out he was going to be on the show and felt like throwing up. All anyone wanted to know would be about his leg, and if someone dug deep enough they could possibly find ends that didn’t match quite right

Unfortunately Neil couldn’t afford to have Kevin dump him like an ex  so he was forced to agree

Neil decided he was gonna kill Kathy when he wiggled into his pants and realized just how much of his leg the pants showed

Like a new toy the entire nation was eager to get their hands on

Eventually, Neil forced out the question stuck between his lungs “Why’d you tell the ERC I would make court?” 

“Because you will-” Neil’s vision cut out for a sec when it hit him Kevin genuinely believed he would make it to Court. 

“I’m a cripple.” He tried, and Kevin only raised his battered hand in response. 

“And yet we’re still playing.” “We have nothing else.” Kevin changed the topic after that

It seemed like only seconds passed before he was listening to them talk about him

Kathy: Let’s talk about Neil Josten for a moment, shall we? 

Kevin: Of Course

Kathy: You really know how to stir up trouble here, don’t you? What were you thinking about recruiting someone as fresh, and excuse my bluntness, not quite as able-bodied as him? 

Kevin: Neil is the exact thing the Foxes need right now. His experience is inconsequential, as is his missing leg. Out of the hundred files we went through, he is the only one we approached after Janie. We knew it didn’t matter if he was an amputee or not, he plays well and that is what matters. 

Kathy: You took a huge risk to get him all this way. You didn’t tell the ERC anything about him, his condition, or even his name

Kevin: Let me put it this way: Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead. I mean no offense by that, but let’s be honest. Sixteen people are assigned to the ERC and none of them is a coach of a fiercely competitive team. Even gossip shared in confidence can get out and destroy a man’s life.

Kathy: Even if he’s physically disabled, don’t you think they needed to know about that? 

Kevin: (laughs) Last year, I would have been considered disabled, but yet here I am. I mean what I said, we all saw last night, he’s like any other member of an Exy team. If he couldn’t keep up, we wouldn’t have selected him. He’s just another Exy player at this point.

Kathy: Such impressive work and effort you’ve put into him, I can’t wait to see what you make of him.

And then Neil was onstage with bright lights and camera’s in his face and an uncomfortable pit of nerves in his stomach

Kathy: Isn’t this an interesting picture? Kevin is not only paired again but with someone taking the first steps, well, step, into uncharted Exy territory. I’m not exaggerating when I say you’re the talk of the nation. An amateur who caught the eye of a national champion while only playing on one leg. Kinda sounds like a fairytale, hm? How does it feel?

The entire show seemed to keep coming back to his leg and it was honestly pissing him off

Neil: Undeserved. I gave Millport everything I had because it was my last chance. Kevin was the last person I expected to see in Arizona.

Kathy: Lucky for us he found you and looked past your leg. You have a natural talent for the game, it’s a pity you started so late. Imagine where’d you be if you started a couple years ago. Maybe Edgar Allen or USC would have beat Kevin to it. Why wait so long to start?

Neil: I never considered doing a sport before, but tried out in Millport because I figured, why not? I was new and wanted to meet more people, and wanted to do more than being regaled to the sidelines as a cripple, I had no idea I would end up here. 

(he really hopes she got the message there)(or that his last comment would shift her attention away from him)

Kathy: If it bothers you I can take your spot, I wouldn’t mind cozying up to Kevin.

Kevin: Would you really come between two strikers?

Kathy: Is it possible? It’s no secret there was hostility between you and the Foxes’ strikers last year. You and Seth made that clear last night. But that doesn’t seem to be the case between you two.

Kevin: Seth graduates in May, there’s not a need to rehabilitate or change his style to mine. Neil is just starting out, we have all the time in the world.

Kathy: That implies you see this as a permanent gig. Do you really have no intention to return to Edgar Allen? 

Kevin: (beat) I would like to stay as long as Coach Wymack will have me. 

The talk show goes on as normal like in the book, Kathy toning down her comments directed at Neil and his leg in favor of digging the gossip out of Kevin

And then the crowd starts chanting, and Riko is there and Neil is praying to whatever God is in the sky that his leg is enough to keep recognition out of his eyes PART ONE || PART TWO ||PART THREE|| PART FOUR 

#amputee!neil #neil is an amputee #aftg #neil josten #Andrew MinyarD #tfc #Andreil #the foxes #the foxhole court #all for the game #all for the gay #exy #exy is sexy #david wymack #kevin day #butcher of baltimore #neil josten is a menace

[thebluestbluewords]

. “What if someone tries to assassinate me, huh?” Carlos flips a hand dramatically in Jay’s general direction, like he would if he had a throwing knife. He undoubtedly does have one somewhere on his person, but it’s nice to know that the no-open-carry-in-the-house rule is still in play. “How’s it gonna work then?” 

“You’ll blow them up before they try,” Mal interrupts. “And we’re not leaving you here alone, dumbass. You think we’re letting an assassin get in?” 

“I think we’re technically in an undefended civilian house. If we really wanna be safe about this shit we’re moving into the palace. Guards all over the place–” 

“I’ll guard you,” Mal growls, and launches herself across the couch at him. 

“Oof.” Carlos says, unenthusiastically. “I’m going to die here and it’s going to be all your fault for breaking my legs.” 

“That’s what you get,” Mal says, settling more firmly over Carlos’s thighs. “Don’t talk shit about being unprotected unless you’re going to stab me about it, fleabrain.” 

“I have a knife,” Carlos says, squirming. “And I’ll use it. Can you reach my water?” 

“It’s empty,” Evie says, snagging the cup from the little table she insisted on putting in the room. It��s got a wooden top with a bunch of colored glass set into it, and every time Mal thinks too hard about it she wants to peel the glass cubes out and eat them. “Don’t make bad choices, baby. We need Mal to be alive long enough to light the house on fire and make it look like an accident, remember?” 

“Right, when we run away forever,” Carlos agrees. “Dragonfire is a pretty good cause of death, but it still feels unethical to steal bodies from the morgue just to plant them here.” 

“Ethics is a game and I’m already winning,” Evie says brightly. “Does anyone else want another drink while I’m up? 

“Gasoline shot for me.” Mal says immediately. “Gotta make it look like an accident, right?” 

Evie’s mouth drops open into a perfect little circle. “No!” 

“Isopropyl alcohol,” Carlos suggests. “It won’t kill you if you do like, one shot.” 

“Can Mal even die though? If her dad can just keep bringing her back I think technically she’s invincible until the end of time,” Ben wonders. He’s still got whatever healthy juice sludge he’d been drinking in the bottom of his cup, the hydrated traitor. It’s unfair. He should have to suffer like the rest of them and not look so comfortable and healthy all of the time. Maybe growing up in a palace surrounded by fresh air and open space and like, plentiful food access has something to it after all. 

Or maybe it’s just that the rest of them are losing the genetic lottery, and they’re supposed to look constantly sleep-deprived and slimy. 

Yeah. 

“She’s only invincible until Hadie inherits and stops putting up with her shit.” Jay adds.. “And I don’t think he’s going to forget the great slime-ceiling incident anytime soon.”

“I hate you both,” Mal says grumpily, even though her heart feels fuller than ever. She’s got her pack with her, and they’re safe and happy and talking shit, and they’re all together with nothing to do in the morning except for each other, and a big bed upstairs to do it in. “I’m going to burn Hadie to the ground if he tries to send me down under again, and without the Isle there’s nothing technically stopping me.” 

“I thought Hadie decided he was gonna be chill again after the thing with the hellhounds?” Carlos says hesitantly, still squirming a bit under Mal’s weight. She should be nice and move off of him. 

She should also be a better person just like, in general. She’s not going to do that one either. 

#my fic #descendants fic

[upward]

Have you ever stepped on a tiny piece of glass? It will embed itself in your foot. Often surrounded by callous since that’s where you put your weight.

When I did, it sunk deep into the tough skin but I didn’t always notice. Except for the times I stepped a certain way and it stung up to my eyelashes for a quarter of a second. Told myself it would work itself out one day.

It didn’t.

Flashes of pain from the same place change you. Slowly when it isn’t constant. But you’ll start to roll your foot to the side or favor your knee to keep the weight off. It wears on a body, that self preservation.

Sometimes I thought it was gone. But I still walked on the side of my foot and let the weight off that leg. The last time I felt it was sharper than usual. Really not that bad still, but I’d been carrying it where the weight of my whole body met the earth and it was silly to let this speck of a thing change the way I walked or how I stood.

A doctor trying to dig in my skin to find the smallest sliver of glass was laughable. Easier to remove my entire foot. But I knew where it was. How could I not? The last twinge of dull pain like sonar from my nerve endings. Tiredly pointing: “it’s there, it’s there, it’s there.”

And it was. Glinting and tiny when I cut it out after two and a half glasses of wine. I don’t even remember where I’d been when I stepped on it or who I was with or what I was wearing or why I was there. By then I just knew the familiar twinge of something sharp and deep in the muscle that protested under the right pressure. Surrounded by infection that flooded out of my skin when I made that small cut in the right place.

Then it was gone. And it’s goneness was bigger than the little jolts of pain had ever been. Far bigger than the tiny speck of a thing that sat in my palm, shining under the light before I threw it in the trash.

I’m just sorry I didn’t cut it out sooner, and I’m sorry you had to watch. But it’s gone.

#on my mind #this doesn’t make sense because my head hurts #I feel better now

[artist-issues]

Joss Whedon and Faith

You know, I noticed that between Firefly, Avengers, and Agents of SHIELD, there’s always one or two exciting Christian themes,

You know, like how in Avengers, Cap says, “‘There’s only one God, ma’am.” That’s a very Christian line. Like, you have to have at least spent some time around Christians, who are staunchly monotheistic and would actually say something like this, to write THAT line instead of something vaguer and more stereotypical which a thousand other writers might’ve added.

Or how in Firefly you have Shepherd Book and his line about “you don’t fix faith, River. Faith fixes you.” And in SHIELD you’ve got Mack (and Elena) who both are characterized as Christians; and Mack even says at one point, when a villain is ranting about judgement or something, “‘I guess you’re not a New Testament kinda guy.”

So I got curious. And I thought, “this guy is at least curious about Christianity, enough to know some real things about it and about Christians. Or else he wouldn’t choose to write characters this way.”

Then I looked it up. And apparently, if Joss Whedon actually believes what he says he believes (which is doubtful; it’s certainly not true when it comes to his proclaimed feminism) he’s not only an atheist but an existentialist and an absurdist.

Which makes sense. Because when you look back at how he writes his “Christian” characters, you realize that they’re all missing something. Real faith. I’m not talking about Captain Mal and his abandonment of his beliefs, although I could.

I mean, with the exception of Cap, all the characters I mentioned up there. Joss writes the wisest of his Christians, like Shepherd and Mack, as if they don’t believe Christianity is the only truth. He writes them as if they, themselves, understand that their “faith” is just what gets them through the day. A coping mechanism. A crutch.

And Joss Whedon has said “I think faith is an extraordinary thing. I’d like to have some, but I don’t, and that’s just how it works.” Which, first of all, is such a cop-out, because you’re managing to sound very complimentary toward Christians, like they have a special superpower you don’t have. But you don’t believe there is a God. Because you’re an atheist, Joss. So what you’re actually saying is, “It’s extraordinary that they’re able to dupe themselves into thinking something is real that isn’t. Must be nice to live in denial like that. I wish I could be less honest and smart, and dupe myself, too, but I just can’t. I’m too real.”

Ugh.

And that’s my point. Joss doesn’t actually understand faith, or he’d realize he has it already.

“Faith” is believing what you know to be true, even if you don’t have all the answers. It’s not believing what you HOPE is true even if you don’t have all the answers. Because then everyone would believe in Santa Claus. “I don’t know how his reindeer fly, but I just really like the sound of Santa, so I hope he’s real so much that I’m going to ignore that.”

That’s not faith. Faith is sitting down in a chair. It’s saying, “I may not know what wood that chair is made of; I may not know who made it; I may not know how much weight it is designed to carry. But I’m sitting down in it because I can see that it has four legs, it is in a public space where people have sat before, and I have sat down and been held up by chairs in the past.” It’s taking what you KNOW is true and acting accordingly, not taking what you HOPE is true and acting accordingly.

Everything you do during the day requires faith! Cross the street without getting hit by a car, or swallowed by a sand pit. Drive your car without getting hit or having the engine spontaneously explode. Put on a shirt without it unraveling. You don’t KNOW everything about the air you’re breathing, or the car you drive, or the clothes you put on. You don’t even know 100% of what’s happening in your own body 100% of the time. But you act according to what you DO know. That is called faith; it is also called acting according to reality. Everybody has “faith.” It just depends on WHAT you have faith in. Because guess what? I could put my faith in the chair and it could crumble and snap and dump me on the floor. Then I put my faith in the wrong thing. Maybe I should’ve gathered more true facts to base my faith on first.

You could put your faith in the wrong god. The God of the Bible isn’t that.

It’s not a crutch, it’s not a coping mechanism worldview, it’s recognizing reality and responding accordingly. It’s saying, “I read the Bible, and it’s claims are the only thing that make sense of the objectively true things around me, so I have to either believe it or live in denial of truth.”

Because then when something really bad happens, you can fall back on what you know is true. There is a God, specifically the God of the Bible, and I can know that He is real and He is good because there is more TRUTH in favor of those two facts than there is on the opposite side.

So yeah, Joss Whedon doesn’t understand faith. Is what I’m saying.

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 1,623 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the prison Warnings: sexuality, mentions and descriptions of childhood trauma and physical abuse, domestic abuse Summary: On a supply run, a thunderstorm hits and it seems to paralyze Y/N. Requested by: anon! thanks for this cute request, dearheart! I hope you love it!

Your name: submit What is this?

“What’re ya doin’?”

Daryl’s voice came from right behind you and was followed shortly after by his hands on your hips, so light they were almost floating over your curves.

“What’s it look like?” you asked, your hand still on the pull of the nearest cabinet. “Checking for any overlooked supplies.”

Daryl’s body pressed into yours and you were caught between him and the counter. You couldn’t help but smile and bite your bottom lip. “Can ya… maybe do that later?” he drawled. You felt his fingertips pressing into your hips more tightly and he leaned into you, breathing in the scent of your hair.

You laughed, reeling with tingles and goosebumps at his touch, your face flushing pink at this still new intimacy. “I suppose I can,” you said. You turned to face him and his expression was soft but needy. Another bloom of heat started in your chest and grew outwards. His hands drifted from your hips up to the curve of your waist and back down.

“Good.”

You licked your lips and then looped your arms around his neck. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Get me out here to ‘search for supplies’. Alone. No one else around. Total privacy.”

One corner of his mouth flicked upwards and he shrugged, his fingers tapping lightly on your hips. “Maybe.” You thought his ears and cheeks till turned a little red and you slipped your fingers into his hair. “Don’t ya think it’s about damn time we had some fuckin’ privacy?” He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up onto the edge of the counter. You let out a surprised gasp and then laughed gaily.

You chewed on your bottom lip briefly, loving the desirous look in his bright blue eyes. “Mhmmm. I can be as loud as I want,” you whispered with a smile.

He let out a sigh that had the edge of a growl to it and his hands drifted down from your hips, over your thighs to your knees and then back up, pressing against the denim of your jeans. He stepped in more closely to you and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, eliciting a sigh from you that you had no control over. You pulled him in against you more tightly, scooting right to the edge of the counter, his hips pressing against the inside of your legs.

Daryl pulled back just long enough to study your face and brush your hair out of your eyes before his lips crashed against yours, insistent and fiery.

You were sinking into him, getting lost in his touch, biting his bottom lip because you knew it drove him crazy, when a sudden crack of thunder and flash of white-hot lightning burned at the edges of the covered windows. You jumped and then froze still as stone. Daryl felt your body go rigid beneath his hands.

He pulled back, his arms wrapping lightly around your lower back. You had a wide-eyed, stunned look on your face. “S’just a storm. S’alright,” he drawled.

But his words seemed to have almost no effect on you. You certainly didn’t look relieved.

“Y/N. Hey. Ya alright?”

You blinked a few times like you were trying to clear something out of your head. Your chest was heaving with anxious breaths, your heart whirring in your chest and making you feel a little light-headed.

Daryl clasped your face gently in one hand. “Y/N.” You finally met his eyes and felt some sense of relief at the weight of him against you. It was grounding when you were worried about plummeting into that dark abyss, standing on a precipice barely wide enough for your feet.

Another growling roll of thunder and a loud crack, magnesium white lightning finding its way in around the curtains. Daryl felt you start shaking beneath his hands and his brow furrowed more deeply. “Hey. S’goin’ on?”

You gulped at the constriction in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut. I’m okay. I’m okay. Just bad memories. I’m okay. A flashback was looming over you, ready to consume you at any moment. But suddenly Daryl had lifted you into his arms and you clutched onto him tightly. His brow was wrinkled with concern and without a word he carried you to the makeshift bed the two of you had laid out on the floor in the other room, layers of blankets and bedding. He set you down gently and your fingers stayed clutching onto his vest, holding on to keep yourself rooted in the here and now.

His hands didn’t leave you, and you were grateful for that. You met his blue eyes as he smoothed your hair. You felt tears welling up, blurring your vision and you drew in a shaky breath before collapsing against his chest, breathing in his smell, feeling his warmth. His hands smoothed up and down your back gently.

“S’alright,” he murmured, and you could hear it echoing in his chest. After some time of just holding you, he finally spoke again. “I remember—when we were on the road—the storm… ya were,” he shook his head vaguely, “but I thought it was just ‘cause it was so bad and all we had was a damn barn to keep us outta it. But it’s more than that, hmm?”

You straightened up and he was studying your expression, waiting patiently in case you wanted to speak. You had to steel yourself to drag it up. You’d always done your best to keep it buried, carrying a shovel around slung over your shoulder in case you needed it at a moment’s notice. But this was Daryl. And you could tell him. And maybe if you spoke it, it would lessen the burden.

You smoothed a hand down his chest and blinked away the tears stinging your eyes. “I was afraid of storms when I was a kid. My stepdad—he—he said I was too old to be afraid of them and that it wasn’t right for me to come running for my mom in the middle of the night.” You wet your lips and cleared your throat, fighting the tightness that was threatening to strangle your voice. Another roll of thunder sounded outside and you flinched. Daryl’s hand smoothed up and down your back. “Whenever it stormed, I tried to stay in bed—I really did but I just—I would panic. My stepdad would be furious when I ran into their room, waking them up… I just wanted to be with my mom. But he—he said I needed to ‘get over it’ and ‘face my fears’.” You had to stop for a moment and triy to slow your breathing and bounding heart. You’d never told anyone, except a therapist, what you were about to tell him. “We had a shed in the backyard, and when it stormed, when I came running for my mom, he’d discipline me.” A tear escaped your eyes and you hastily wiped it away. “And then he’d drag me into the backyard and throw me in the shed. He locked me in there until it was over. Just—in the dark with the lightning and—the whole time I always thought the shed was going to come down around me.” You sniffled and wiped away a few more tears that had leaked out. The sound of rain was no steady on the roof.

“Yer mom didn’t—”

“She couldn’t,” you interrupted him, shaking your head sadly. “He had total control over her. Beat her black and blue sometimes. She wasn’t in a place to do anything for me…”

Thunder cracked again outside and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut, wiping away more tears with a shaky hand. Daryl moved closer to you and you sat down in front of him and leaned back so you could feel the expansion of his lungs, his body against yours. He draped his arms around you.

“How old were ya?” he asked quietly. You found his deep voice, the rough grit to it, soothing.

“Seven. When it started.”

Daryl was silent for a long time, struggling with some of his own memories that your story was bringing to the surface, but he finally heaved a heavy sigh and his fingertips trailed up your bare arms lightly. “Ya shoulda never had to go through that. ‘M sorry.”

You turned to look up at him over your shoulder and smiled sadly. “It’s not your fault. But thank you.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You leaned back against him more heavily and he wrapped his arms around you tight. The two of you waited out the storm that way. You didn’t know how long it took, but being in his arms seemed to speed it past.

“I’ve never told anyone that before,” you said at length.

Daryl’s heart ached and he tangled his fingers into your hair, chewing on his bottom lip. “Thanks fer trustin’ me.”

You hadn’t been officially together with him for long, but you had already fallen hard. He was your escape. “I trust you with my whole heart, Daryl.”

Daryl felt his cheeks flush with heat. “Not sure I deserve that.”

You turned and clasped his face gently, a sad look on your face. “You do. That, and a lot more.” You pressed your lips to his and melted into each other, passing the night wrapped in the feeling of realizing that you’ve found home in another person.

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[randynova]

Poor Petal, she must have had a panic attack when she found out she was pregnant for the first time.

She was downright terrified.

She broke down crying, screaming into her pillow, refusing to let Doma hold or console her. Surprisingly, he left her alone, letting her deal with her emotions on her own.

The only words he left her was, "Oh, [Name], I'm so happy. Soon, we're going to be parents, my sweet pretty petal!"

[Name] just couldn't understand how this happened. She was careful, so diligent in taking the tea every night. She began racking her mind, trying to make sense of it all, and search for a possibility why this small mistake occurred.

Until she recalled two months prior, where Doma's insatiable hunger for his wife consumed him. Like an animal in heat, he forced himself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop, releasing his fertile seed deep into her womb. Over and over again, he made sure every night she was filled with his cum, having the sole mission to make her bear his children.

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Doma had to travel southward for demon duties and he felt this was the perfect opportunity for you both to get closer. A whole week together, all alone while he was free from his duties, a chance to finally have some quality bonding time without his cult. It was a dream come true.

However, this place was in the middle of nowhere, hardly any villages, let alone stores, around. All the sources you used to protect yourself from Doma were gone, the foods and teas you consumed to prevent a pregnancy out of reach.

The only people around were fellow upper moons, who stayed far away from your husband, especially you.

Thus, you were forced to endure his doting behavior, forced to play his dangerous games, and forced to let him breed you.

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"Pretty petal. So pretty, so beautiful. You're taking me so well, hah," Doma laughs, snapping his hips harshly, thick balls slapping against your skin. You bounced with every thrust, mewling and whimpering, begging him to slow down. It only stirred him on to go faster. "No, no, no, this is the best way to ensure maximum success with fertilizing you. I have to make sure my seed is as deep as possible inside you, my petal!"

The aching between your legs grew, arching your back as an orgasm washes over you once again. Your juices release over his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your velvet walls constrict around him. "Ah! Ah, D-Doma!"

"Mm, hngh! P-petal! Petal! Petal! " Doma whines out, biting his bottom lip, grinning like a madman as the sweet relief of climax fast approaches him. His thrusts turn sloppy and his hips stutter. Quickly, he pulls out and leaves you feeling empty for a few seconds. He grabs your legs, hooking his arms around your knees, and pushes your thighs to your chest, claws digging into your plush skin as he starts to hammer into you. "So-so good! Such a good girl! You'll be such a good mother, sweet petal! Just you wait! I'll make you a mommy, ok? Just- fuck!"

He releases long, thick ropes of cum, painting your womb white with his fertile seed once more. He thrusts weakly, head falling back as he gasps. "Mm, ah-ah, [N-Name]...!" You squeeze your eyes shut, looking to the side, swallowing bitterly as he fills you to the brim, cum leaking out as he slides in and out. It drips onto the bed, staining the pristine, red cotton sheets.

"Oh, petal, please don't look away. I want to see you," Doma croons, pulling out with a shaky breath and looking down at the mess between your legs with a grin. White painted the sheets below like a puddle. He pulls out with a groan. Seeing the way your pussy gushes out his cum, flexing around nothing, it makes him want to take you all over again. He slides two fingers up across your folds, gathering his seed, and pushing it back into your sopping hole with his fingertips. He hums whilsts you whine, rocking your hips at the weird sensation. "Such a pretty sight, you took me so well, petal. I'm so proud of you!"

He's met with silence. Though, it doesn't bother him as he already fulfilled his task for the night. After five long rounds, he believes its enough for the day and he'll repeat the process tomorrow. For now, both of you need rest, we'll, mainly you if you're going to stay awake during the whole ordeal.

You were in a daze as Doma cleaned both you and himself up, changing the sheets into soft clean ones, and covering your body with the blankets, tucking it in.

"Good night, my pretty wife," Doma whispers, taking his spot beside you, his arms slithering around your frame and pulling you close. His chest pressed against your nude back, his legs tangling in yours, and he buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath of your sweet aroma. "I love you..."

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Immediately after coming back from your journey, Doma became busy, his schedule packed to the brim with orders from his master. It irritated him, saddened him even, that he would be apart from you for a while.

As much as he loved ravishing your body every night, he had to focus on completing every task with precise accuracy. He doesn't want to disappoint his master after all.

But before he left you alone the first night back, he replaced your assigned follower with a different one. One that reported back to him and carried out his orders, their loyalty to the demon overriding their morals to protect you.

He wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to figure out the tea you drank prevented you from becoming pregnant, a huge change to the tea he got to make you fertile. The news did upset him, but he hid the discovery and played along with your little antics. It made him try to come up with a solution, where he disguised the tea you drank to better fit his wishes.

Like an unsuspecting mouse, you walked right into the cat's claws.

Anyone who tried helping you was either eaten by Doma or killed by him in another manner. If the actions of a stupid, disloyal follower was keeping him away from his dream of having a family, the demon won't hesitate to get rid of them. They should know better.

Doma's dreams are his followers' orders.

If he says he dreamt of eating a hundred virgins, his followers should offer him the bountiful feast of meat from a hundred virgins.

If he says he dreamt of growing his cult, his followers should go out and recruit people to join them.

Now, if he says he dreams of a child with his wife, his followers should offer their help and make sure he gets his child.

By god, did they live up to his expectations for once. Everyone - from the ones who prepared your meals to the new members who brought you gifts - made sure every small action built up to the final wish of their leader's plan.

Every food and drink you consumed had been carefully chosen to help make you plump and help the baby grow. Every bath had been filled with excotic herbs to soothe your changing body. Every offering had slowly been gearing towards a human smaller than you. Yet, you never really paid attention to the small differences.

Doma noticed how tired you seem lately, how you complained to the follower assigned to you about the tenderness of your breast and the pain of your abdominal and pelvis area, and even how different you looked, almost glowing.

At first, he didn't put the pieces together. Surely all women were like this, right? Yet, that wasn't the case.

He found himself always wondering why your emotions were easily more unhinged, why you ate the foods he hand-fed you more easily, or why you were napping in the afternoon. Yes, he liked these changes and welcomed them eagerly, believing you were finally warming up to him. But why?

After nearly six weeks, you were worried why your period didn't come. You speculated the stress could have been a prominent factor in causing your late cycle, sometimes occurring in your youth. You seem bloated lately as well, you note, or it could've been weight gain due to the food you have been eating lately. Thus you brushed it off.

It'll come soon, you just know it. Afterall, you're still a human and change is a part of life.

In another area of the temple, a different situation was unfolding. When the trusted follower reported to Doma about your very late menstrual cycle, he clapped with joy like a child being entertained. Of course! How slow can he be?! You finally are carrying his child! The hormonal changes affected how you behaved with him and the sudden weight gain explained it all.

Oh, he just couldn't wait for the day to come!

However...

He had to make sure you did nothing irresponsible to push back his dream.

Doma became more strict and possessive with you. He didn't let you go anywhere alone. Even if you were in the privacy of your room, someone had to be there.

The days where you spent waiting for him in your bedroom were now spent at his side. He forced you to sit on his lap like before, feeding you more than you're used to. Any question concerning his increase of doting behavior was met with a laugh and a kiss to your cheek. "I just love you so much, I want you to be healthy!"

Doma isn't stupid. He knew the moment he mentioned, or even insinuated, you were pregnant, you would break down and possibly affect the baby negatively. He didn't know if you were capable of taking drastic measures of getting rid of it this far along, but he didn't want to find out.

With careful, watchful eyes, Doma made sure everyday you were fed well, that you were always protected, and made sure nothing upset you. He went the extra mile to find medicine and herbs incase you ever fell ill. The demon made sure your attention was always occupied to keep from noticing your changing body.

To say it worked was an understatement.

By the fifth month, you realized despite your growing stomach, you weren't gaining weight anywhere else. Most of your clothes fit like a glove except around your abdomen.

Your heart began to race as you wracked your mind of the events for the past few months.

When was the last time you had gotten your period?

You don't recall changing your sheets every month because you stained it, nor do you recall dealing with the hassle of keeping yourself clean. Come to think of it, you felt at ease these past few months, the usual cramps and cravings you felt no longer bothering you like before.

Ridding yourself of your clothes, slipping your kimono off until you're left in your undergarments of hadajyuban and susuyoke. You undid your sash and revealed your stomach. You're met with the sight of your bulging tummy and tender breasts. Pressing a finger pad to the skin of your stomach, it seemed firm instead of soft and plush. With a shaky breath, you pressed your palms against your stomach and...

Kick. Kick.

You removed your hands immediately, face falling. No...

No. No! No! No!

How didn't you notice it before!?

Your chest fell and rose quickly with every breath you took, hyperventilating as the situation dawned on you. You were pregnant. Actually pregnant with that damn demon's child. A bellowing scream ripped from your throat, the high-pitch intensity resonating like shattering glass throughout the temple.

Doma raced to your bedroom, fearing the worse as he heard his wife scream. He ran into the bedroom, only to be met with your form bawling on the floor, hunched over as sobs wracked your body. Followers tried to console you, yet you ignored them.

Doma approached you carefully and crouched down, but the moment he put a hand on your back, you whipped your head and cracked your hand across his face like a whip. He fell back, catching himself, shock etched into his features. You... You hit him? He paid no mind to the followers who raced to his side, asking him if he was okay. He was more surprised you dared slap him.

The stinging of his cheek didn't hurt , but it caught him off guard. He looked up and leered at you with wide eyes. Yet he clashed with the burning, sorrowful gaze you held.

"Fuck you! Goddamnit, leave me alone, you monster! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!" You screech, standing up and burying your face in your hands. Tears slipped through your fingers and dripped to the floor.

Doma smiled, finally understanding why you were reacting the way you were. He began chuckling, then giggling, and then he broke into a fit of laughter. He stood up and held a hand to his face, looking at you with a crazed, delighted expression on his face. Gleefully, he spoke, "Oh, petal! You finally caught on!"

You shake your head and begin crying louder, turning your back to the demon. "No, no, no...," you whimper.

"We're going to be parents...," Doma croons, taking small, quiet steps towards you. Like before, he tries pulling you close but you brush him off.

"Please... Please, just leave me alone...!"

"Oh, [Name], you'll see. Once our baby is here, you'll love being a mommy. Just like I'll love being a papa...!"

"No... I didn't want this...."

"But I did! I told you for so long...," Doma whispers, uncomfortably close to you. He lets out a breathy laugh. "And now that you're finally with child, I'm going to make sure I see my baby no matter what."

You could only stand in horror, listening to his voice. The panic crawled up your throat, fear taking hold of you as you froze up. With bated breath, you wait for him to leave. But his next words made your heart drop and blood run cold.

"I'm willing to do anything for our child, [Name]. Even if it means I may have to hurt you to guarantee their safe arrival."

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Doma is not submissive and breedable. He is dominant and fertile.

He finally has his wish of having a family with the woman he loves.

And he'll do anything to make it come true.

Even if it means he has to become the monster and hurt you to get it.

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜,

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[alreadyblondenow]

Hold it all together

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?”

Pairing: Johnny x female!reader, childhood best friends to lovers

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

WC: 1,970k

Warnings: mentions of exchanging nudes, a lot kissing, unorotected sex, mentions of condoms, its just soft sex guys hahha mentiins of dreamies being the reader’s brothers.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I have time. To the

Happy, excited, and sleepless. Today is the first day of Johnny’s spring break and he has been waiting for this day, the moment freshman year started... because this is the only time he can go home and finally see you again.

Johnny has been your childhood best friend and you two are basically inseparable. Well, except when he needed to leave for college. Of course you’re devastated the whole summer just before Johnny leaves. And it was that season, you both admitted your feelings for each other. Feelings that has been bottled up for too long finally and suddenly bursted out during a friendly kiss that turned into a passionate one which led to a slow and intimate sex the night before he left.

It has been almost half a year when that fateful night happened, but everything feels so fresh for him still. After what happened between you and Johnny, your relationship with each other did not progressed to something even more serious. Although you exchange nudes from time to time, FaceTime until the morning and say ‘i miss you’ to each other together with other sweet words.

And that is why Johnny is driving his way home to you with a bouquet of flowers on the front seat of his car, fighting through his sleepiness and keeping himself awake until he reaches your house to surprise you.

When he finally arrived first thing in the morning, he met your mom first and told you that he’s here to surprise you. “She’s still sleeping, but you can wake her up if you want to. She misses you so bad,” your mom said to Johnny. He then made this way to your room with the flowers in his hand and entered quietly, careful not to disturb your sleep. He placed the flowers on your bedside table near a photo he took for you and smiled in awe because you always cherish everything he gave you.

Feeling so sleepy and tired from the long drive, he removed his shoes and joined you under the covers. Slinging his arm around your waist and finally waking you up with soft kiss on your cheek. “I’m home,” he whispered softly. You rolled to face him, surprised but you’re both so sleepy to show it so you returned his hug and hugged him tightly. The moment you laid eyes on him, his eyes were already closed, comfortable and more than happy that he can feel your presence.

And as you both sleep together in your small bed, well, small because Johnny is a big person, you bask in his warmth and meet him in your dreams. Not wasting any second without each other.

“You must be really tired” you said when he finally woke up, raking his soft hair away from his face.

He nodded and smiled at you. Finally. He thought. “What time is it?���

“Almost afternoon. But no one cares,” you said and came closer to him, finally kissing those lips you missed so much. He rolled on top of you, putting his whole weight on you while kissing you breathlessly on the lips, neck and chest. His hands were perfectly placed on your waist, his thumb is drawing small circles on your skin and as if he’s asking permission to lift your shirt and see you without your clothes on.

He pulled away to remove his thick hoodie and plain white shirt, leaving him only with his denim pants. You noticed his body changed a lot, sure the nude photos he sends were great and it makes you miss him more, but seeing Johnny again in between your legs without a shirt on and looking hot as fuck just makes you crave for him. “This is so much better than the photos you send me,”

He let out a satisfied smile and started to unbutton his denim pants and remove it in front of you. You on the other hand, removed your pajama and welcomed him in your arms again. Kissing him deeper than ever and making him touch your boobs and squeeze them, which makes you automatically part your lips and want for more.

“Have you been fucking different girls from different sororities?” You joked in between kissing him and palming his clothed cock.

“Wouldn’t even dare. How can I even think of fucking other girls, knowing that this pussy is waiting for me?” he knew you were only joking and put his thumb on your clothed pussy. Teasing you with the right amount of pressure, careful not to make you cum so early.

“How about you? Have you been seeing other guys?” you smiled and removed your shirt, throwing it somewhere and finally exposing yourself to him. He then kissed every inch of you, hands freely roam around your body, and even tickling you from time to time.

“How can I even try seeing other guys, when I already have who I want?”

You didn’t see but Johnny smiled because of your answer while he’s placing butterfly kisses all the way down your body. Kissing you lovingly and showing you how much he misses you.

After the innocent kisses, you feel him reach for your panties and hook his fingers on the garter, slowly pulling it down while he kisses your inner thighs. Preparing you to what comes next and spreading your legs a little too harsh than expected that you yelped and your body was dragged on the mattress.

“Oops. Sorry, got carried away,” he sweetly apologized to you, kissing you on the cheek before he proceeds again.

That sudden harsh movement was the real Johnny in bed. You’ve only had sex with him once, now is only the second time. But word is, Johnny fucks hard in bed. Everyone knows that because he slept with a handful of girls during high school and you’re just this supportive friend that listens to him talk about a great night or a great fuck the other night.

“Hey,” Johnny snapped his fingers and went on top of you again, intertwining his fingers with yours and kissing your knuckles before he makes you embrace him. “What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing. I’m just swimming in my thoughts. Uhm, what did you said again?”

“I asked if you want to use a condom”

“Uh. I don’t have one... do you-“

“Nope,” he said with a smirk. You suddenly remember that he loves fucking raw but what you don’t know is, you’re the first person he ever fucked raw. “Just tell me if it hurts. Again. Okay?”

He said, and you nod. Lining his cock on your entrance while he kisses your neck and kissing your boobs as he pushes in slowly. Tighter and tighter, your grip on his shoulders becomes. The familiar stretch of Johnny’s cock just makes your eyes shut and take him whole. Savouring every thrust he gives you, feeling every inch of cock inside you. It’s so big, you tell to yourself.

“Sorry, it’s bigger now because I’m so horny and I haven’t had sex since our last” he explained with ragged breaths near your ear.

“It’s okay,” is all you can manage to say.

He fucked you slow and deep or fast and sloppy. Either way it felt good and it surprised you how long you lasted this time.

Then suddenly he pulled away, spreading your legs wider as he changes his position. Having a better view of your bouncing boobs and fucked expression that never fails to turn him on. “Fuck Y/n,” he whined and reached for your boobs as he moves slower. Matching your moans and groans because he’s so close too. He then closes the space between you two and kissed you on the lips again like you’re about to disappear any second. Holding on to your body so tight that you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Then suddenly your eyes rolled back and you’re breathing heavily and moaning a little too loud but no one will hear. Your orgasm completely washed you away and its all thanks to Johnny.

You smiled at him and reached for kisses to calm both of you down. “Was it a good one?” He was talking about the orgasm.

“The. Best.” You said in between kissing. “Did you come inside me?” He shook his head no. “Good. I’m not on the pill,”

“Kind of made a mess tho,” he looked to the direction of where he shoot his cum and it was on your lower abdomen and bed sheets. It was thick. His cum was so thick and many, that he was already embarrassed.

“Is it obvious that i missed you?” He asked. Kissing you on your forehead sincerely before he proceeds to clean his mess up.

“I think I need to shower,” you said.

“Okay, I’ll cover for you,”

While you were busy cleaning yourself, Johnny made himself decent again and decided to go downstairs to greet Mark and Jeno, your brothers. And eventually have breakfast with them.

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?” He casually asked them and stuffed sausage in his mouth.

“Heck yeah that’s what I’m talking about man! Yo, just dont hurt her” Mark exclaimed in excitement thens suddenly turned serious.

“I won’t,” Johnny answered.

“And don’t make her miss you too much because you know we cant trust long distance relationship these days,” Jeno added.

Johnny agrees and said, “I will visit her every month”

“Don’t get her pregnant. I mean yet- get her pregnant when it’s the righ time- you get what i mean” Mark awkwardly added.

“O...kay. I’ll use condoms from now on. Anything else?”

“Dude just make her happy like you always do,”

“I will” Johnny said with a proud smile.

“Aren’t you boys should be cleaning the pool?” And the two boys immediately scrammed and quickly did their chores. Leaving you and Johnny in the kitchen with the food. Pinching Johnny’s cheek because now that you can see him clearly, you see a lot of changes.

“Only you can do that to me” he said then caught your hand and intertwined it with yours, he has become bold you notice. He pulled you closer to him while he finishes his juice, but the atmosphere is hetting a little stuffy and awkward so you tried having a conversation.

“Do you want to shower? I still have some of your clothes” you offered.

“Mhmm. Keep those, I have stuff in my car”

You nod and suddenly it was silent.

“Hey y/n, I was thinking of making it official between us. I mean if you want to. I just think that we’ve been flirting with each other for some time now and wed make a pretty good team,”

“ I thought you’d never ask. Took you longer than expected tho,” you put another sausage in his mouth ”The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return.”

“Im just scared to fuck it up,” he sighed in relief “thank you for loving me back. I promise to take care of you 5000 more times than before”

“I’ll do the same... and wow you just asked me to be your girlfriend in the middle of our kitchen. How romantic.” He smiled handsomely then suddenly remembered one last thing.

“Oh by the way we uhm we need to start using condoms. I promised mark,”

“What-“

“I know right. Fucking you raw is good but your brother said to not get you pregnant”

“Ugh mark...” you moved your chair and hugged him tightly feeling him kiss the top of your head and cheek nonstop while you continue to eat.

The day may have started filthily, but it ended with a decently soft kiss on your temple from your best friend now boyfriend.

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