#and feeling a tiny bit lost and without a place in the world

[makyurini]

Hi :). Ugh, I absolutely loved your könig fic. If it’s not too much trouble, König with a breeding kink?? tysm💕✨

when i tell you i've been absolutely bonkers lately thinking of this... you're an evil genius and i thank you for that <;3 (also couldn't resist little hints of obsessive behavior and maybe a teeny tiny bit of submissive könig for a few lines maybe perhaps)

cw/tw: NSFT, fem reader (AFAB anatomy, referred to as “mutter”, “mama”), talks of impregnating and being pregnant, könig kinda tosses reader around a lil bit, size kink, some marking (biting, scratching), a teeny tiny bit of choking if you squint, maybe even a lil bit of dumbification, very enthusiastic consent, implied no condom usage, not proof read bcoz my coochie wrote this, uhhh i think that's it?

König has never been one to try and push boundaries. Though he isn’t shy by any means when it comes to exploring things in the bedroom, he’s all too aware of how easy it would be to accidentally hurt you, and he’s not sure how he would cope with that guilt. He doesn’t think he could handle it, truth be told, because he’s gentle by nature; always placing tender kisses wherever his lips will reach while his fingers wander, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he lowers his cock into you, making sure to provide you with snacks and water and comfort after every time you’ve spent lost in each other. He’s worked hard to earn your trust, and he’d rather bite his own tongue off than have your faith in him waiver

But he can’t deny that there are times he wants to let loose a little, to throw caution to the wind and fuck you without a worry in the world, to toss the condom to the side and bury himself in you so deeply neither of you are sure where he ends and you begin. It’s damn near painful to hold himself back, bite marks marred into his bottom lip serving as evidence of his restraint, but he does it with pride

That is, until the night you tell him it’s okay to let inhibitions go and allow instinct to take over

“Mein schatz, you feel so good,” König pants into your ear as he continues to thrust into you. “S-S-So fucking good. Oh my god, schnucki, I want to stay inside of you forever”

Two weeks without seeing each other has left you leaving open-mouthed kisses on each other’s bodies before König could even fully unlace his boots, all hungry teeth clashing and tongues raving until clothes were strewn about and restraint was left at the doorway. Pictures and video chat could never replicate the peace of having him with you, hovering over you with his stormy eyes boring into yours, his heart slamming against his chest as if it were trying to reach you. König, your König, with his calloused hands caressing your thighs as he throws your legs over his shoulders. König with his scarred chest heaving and panting as he drills his throbbing cock into you. König with his addictive lips kissing and nibbling on your calves as you whine and wither beneath him. König with his rough voice spilling out praises and groans all over your body

König, König, König

Nothing could do him justice, truly, especially not blurry pictures and hushed phone calls late at night

“P-Please, König,” you whimper underneath him, and somehow find the strength to shimmy your legs down and attempt to wrap them around his waist, effectively trapping him. “Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop, please”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” One of his hands comes down to cup your cheek, and you twist your face so you can kiss his calloused palm. A breath catches itself in his chest, and he lets out a low groan before dipping his head down into the crevice of your neck. “Do you know what you do to me, liebling, how crazy you make me? God, du bist schön” You are beautiful. And god, does he mean it. More beautiful than any sunset, any summer storm, any night sky he has ever had the privilege to see. He thinks you might be an angel. He knows, at the very least, one is envious of you

Your legs around him tighten, and he thinks for a moment he sees heaven. “Show me,” you pant and dig your nails into his back, earning a surprisingly loud moan from him. “Show me how crazy I make you, König”

His hips falter for only a moment, a concerned look flashing across his face. “Are you sure, schatz? I don’t know how much I can hold back”

“I don’t want you to. I want you to fuck me in the way you truly want to”

And there’s a set determination in your eyes, a challenge, that despite the fact that you’re already covered in a thin blanket of sweat and your thighs and calves are littered with bite marks, you still think he’ll hold back. I want you to fuck me in the way you truly want to. But what if that means hurting you on accident? What if it means leaving more marks than either of you are prepared to take care of? What if it means you’ll never be able to trust him the same way again?

As if sensing his hesitance, you squeeze your thighs again, forcing him to look you in the eye; and when he does, all he can see is love and trust shining in your irises and that, he thinks, no matter what happens, he never wants you look at him any differently. That if he could, he’d take a snapshot of that expression and put it in a locket to hold close to his heart. Precious, so precious. He never wants to lose it, to lose you, to ever stray so far from you that he forgets what it's like to love and be loved in return. So he does the only thing he can think of in that moment: he presses your legs down so your knees are nearly touching your ears, and sets a near back-breaking pace as he thrusts his cock into you

It’s absolutely carnal the way he grabs and pulls at you, how easy it is for him to pin you down exactly where he wants you, how he can bend and twist your body in ways you didn’t even think possible. One hand twists and pinches at your nipples, the other grips the meat of your thigh to keep in you in place, and he's sure this is what heaven must feel like. Pretty sounds fall from your lips and crash against him like a hurricane, and he's never been more thankful to be a human before this moment, basking in everything you provide him with, bottling every little noise fluttering out of you and bottling it away for safe-keeping

“König,” you cry out, shaking hands gripping onto the sheets beneath you for some sense of stability. “König, fuck, f-feels so good, so full”

His eyes roll to the back of his head, hips slapping into the back of your thighs and fingers digging into your flesh more. “Oh gott, liebe, tell me. Tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how much you need me. Tell me, schatz, tell me you want all of me like I want all of you”

Your fingers are nearly splitting through your skin with how tightly you’re holding onto the last few shreds of sanity, red mist dousing your bodies as evidence of your dedication and passion. He’s so pretty above you, all low growls and moans as he’s losing himself inside of you more and more, begging for just a little more. Tell me how much you love me so I feel okay about how obsessed I am with you. I’ll crack my ribcage open for you, just tell me how pretty red looks on me

“Wan’ all of you, König,” you babble underneath him, voice wobbly with tears and carnality. “Need you so bad! Please, need everything from you! Fuck me pregnant for all I fucking care, as long as it’s yours!”

It’s as though a beast takes over König's body, one he thought he kept locked away from you, far enough to never come close, hidden enough that he often forgets it’s there, claws capped and mouth muzzled as to not be tempted to listen to its growls. He isn’t sure what sends him over, whether it was hearing how desperate you are to cum or to hear you wouldn’t mind him getting you pregnant. In one swift movement, König has you sitting in his lap and is bouncing your limp body on his cock, trembling legs wrapped around his waist and heavy head leaning on his broad shoulder for support. He’s not quite gentle with you, not quite rough, just enough to let you know he’s a man on a mission to have you nice and round with his child

“Look so pretty,” he coos in your ear, the rough sound of skin slapping skin a direct [contradiction] to the tenderness in his tone. “You’d look so pretty with a big belly, yeah? Wearing my shirts and waddling around. Gonna be a good mama, aren’t you? Gonna be the best mutter to our pretty lil’ baby, hm?” His accent grows thicker and thicker the closer and closer he gets to the edge, and you find yourself squeezing down on him even more, without a thought, without a care, so long as you can milk him for every last drop. “Tell me, mama, who do you think the baby will look like more, hm? Do you think it’ll be tall as me? Have your nose? Gott, I hope it has your laugh. Tell me, mama, tell me you can’t wait to be the mutter of my child. Tell me you want to be pregnant and full with my baby. Tell me, mama, tell me, please”

“Wan’ be the mother of your child,” you manage to slur, face nestled in the crook of his neck and breathing in his musky scent as his balls slap against the swell of your ass, legs shaking the more the knot in your guts tighten. “Fuck, König, wan’ you to take care of me while I’m so pregnant I can’t do anything for myself. Wan’ you to fret over me and spoil me so our baby comes out happy and healthy”

And suddenly, König is wrapping his arms around you and squeezing onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. A part of you suspects that’s true. Another part, a part you’d rather ignore, hopes it’s true

“Ich komme gleich,” his rough voice pierces your ears. I’m going to cum. “Please, schatz, ich will in dir kommen” I want to cum inside you. “Lass mich in dir kommen, bitte, ich flehe dich an” Let me cum inside of you, please, I'm begging

“Cum, liebste, cum, cum, cum, please! Fuck, I’m gonna cum with you”

Your cries mix with his whines, and, just as abruptly as it all began, you’re both spilling over each other, praises and pleas and moans and whimpers pouring over your bodies and cocooning you in warmth and safety. Though he trembles beneath you, König gently nudges your forehead off of his shoulder so he can place a gentle kiss on your nose, then your cheek, and finally your lips, his cock spurting the last of his cum inside of you

Once he's sure you're both fucked out and blissful, he slides you off of his lap in order to inspect the mess on his thighs. Unsurprising to the both of you, some of his cum has managed to leak out of you, but he scoops it up and carefully slides it back into you, already half-hard at the thought of possibly fucking it back in you instead

“Do you really think I’d make a good mom?” you ask after he’s fetched you some water and a snack to nibble on. “Or was that just your way of going bareback?”

He playfully wrinkles his nose at your remark, and grins when you let out a snort. “I think you’d make the best mutter.” And his voice is so benevolent, full of so much adoration and love, that you can’t help but shyly smile up at him. He’s quick to place a chaste kiss on the crown of your head before getting up to wipe the sweat that gathered on his body, and you quickly swat at his bottom before he has a chance to dodge your hand

“What if I’m not pregnant though?”

The grin he flashes at you is such a perfect mixture of boyish and wolfish that, just for a breath, you forget what his profession is and good at it he is. “Then we’ll have to keep trying, won’t we?”

You have a funny feeling you’re going to be awfully busy for the next few months.

Reblogs/comments are always appreciated! ♡

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[ourautumn86]

I was wondering if maybe you can do vampire!reader x sub!loser!ellie??

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ellie williams x female reader

cw; +18 content, minors dni, toe curling smut, reader is not described, not her skin or hair or body, i didn’t put her as masc or fem either, dom! vampire! reader x sub! ellie, masturbation (ellie), blood kink, prey kink (??), a lil tiny bit of angst (if we can call it that), biting (multiple bites), blood drinking, blood, overstimulation, premature ejaculation, multiple orgasms, fingering (ellie receiving), oral sex (ellie and reader receiving), cum eating, dirty talking, praising, begging, needy horny ellie, crying, face riding, multiple orgasms (ellie cums like 5 times), dirty hard sex, praising, calling ellie good girl, ass slapping (1), scissoring, ellie rides reader, hair pulling (both receiving)(reader has pullable hair), hickeys, tit and nipple play…

(okay this got a lil out of hand)

important !!!!!

how you can help palestine

why you shouldn’t buy tlou 2 remastered!!

aw she’s so sweet. and such a nerd.

since she found out you were a vampire she started investigating, looking up every website, reading through every mythology book, engulfing every last spec of information she could find. she found out the sun light actually hurt your eyes? she’d buy you the best sunglasses out in the market. that some foods were better for you than others? she was buying all of them and burning herself on the stove trying to cook.

but of course, there were some things she found out that she couldn’t exactly talk about with you.

“the bite of a vampire acts as an aphrodisiac on the prey to avoid them running away.”

as an aphrodisiac? she frowned, reading further down the article.

“the bite of a vampire on humans acts like a drug, leaving the human unable to fight the predator. instead, they could get addicted to it. studies show the increase of libido in the human after the bite takes effect.”

“oh…” now she was blushing. one of her hands unconsciously touching her neck, caressing it, lost on the words.

you’d drank blood from people before, obviously, there was actually a place that sold it for vampires in need so they wouldn’t risk hurting humans while feeding. but you and ellie had never talked about the possibility of you drinking from her.

the first time you saw her you felt your world stop, in over your 400 years of existence you’d never felt your cold dead heart beat, but as her green eyes found yours you swore it had. it was stupid, really, how you two had found each other, bumping on one another on a rainy night as ellie tried to quickly get home before she would catch a cold. she was everything. and she smelled so good… you felt your fangs in need to poke out of your gums once her essence met your senses, you could almost taste the raging sweet blood that pumped through her veins as she apologized for not have been paying attention.

you told her she could make it up to you over dinner.

you though about drinking from ellie daily. there was no way of escaping the need of burying your fangs on the tender and soft skin of her neck once you’d find yourself over her, slowly fucking your hips against hers, sucking bruises wherever your mouth could reach. it was primal, the thirst that would overcome you. it was horrid, the hunger you fought day and night to not taste her, terrified of hurting her somehow.

“subjects affirm having been able to reach orgasm without more stimuli other than the bite of their lover.”

with a blush tinting her cheeks she was hurriedly closing her laptop, feeling her whole body flushing.

of course she has noticed. the brushing of your sharp pearls against her skin while you buried her on the sheets was not easy to ignore. she’d tug at your hair at the feeling, her head tilting to the side to expose her neck for you. it was almost an invitation, unconscious, maybe.

but if it was… why was the idea of you biting her turning her on?

she bit down on her lip, sighing as she felt that well-known tingling grow in between her legs. she pushed her laptop aside on the bed.

you weren’t home. you wouldn’t be for a couple of hours. work duties.

a silent moan left her lips as one of her hands slowly trailed down her stomach and boxers —since she was only wearing that and a shirt on your shared apartment— cupping her pussy, which was getting more soaked by the minute.

she closed her eyes, teasing herself through the cloth, biting down on her bottom lip. she thought of you, of your sweet voice and your soft eyes that would sharpen once you’ve caged her under yourself, looking down at her like a predator would do with prey.

‘so pretty… you look so pretty like this for me.’

her free hand came up to her breasts, squeezing, groping, pulling up her shirt to have better access to her sensitive perky nipples.

‘i bet you’re so wet for me… let me see baby.’

she pulled her underwear off, exposing her drooling cunt to the air. she’d remember how you’d groan at the sight, pupils blown, tongue licking your lips, hungry to taste her. you’d always compliment her about how good she tasted, spending hours in between her legs, lapping at her folds, sucking at her puffy clit until she’d cry from the overstimulation.

and yet your thirst wouldn’t disappear.

ellie wondered if she could satiate you with her blood. she wondered what your reaction would be once it would fill your mouth, warm and thick…

“fuck…” she moaned, plunging two of her fingers inside her pulsing walls, thrusting a couple of times to come back out and tease her throbbing clit, arching her back.

she was soaked, so soaked she could hear herself, the sound of her fingers teasing through her pinkish folds.

‘can you hear her? she’s begging for it. so cute, and i haven’t even fucked you yet.’

she whimpered your name, her thighs trembling as she rubbed herself.

and that was when it came to her mind. your lips on her neck, your fangs against her skin, ready to bite, ready to suck her dry.

and just with the thought of it she was moaning non-stop, her high hitting her like a million bricks as she squirmed at her own touch against her clit, soaking the sheets under her body.

-

after that newly found information, ellie became quieter around you. she was always lost in thought, fern green eyed dozing off into the distance, her pinkish bottom lip caged in between her teeth. she’d grown shy, avoidant, pulling away early on your kisses, blushing and squirming when your mouth would reach her neck, and quickly —against her will— finding something to get busy with, maybe the dishes, or the laundry.

it left you confused to say the least, wanting, daunted. why was she avoiding you? at first you thought she just wasn’t in the mood, something you could understand, but you could hear her heartbeat, smell the arousal pool in between her legs, feel her need.

so why?

it was late at night when she got back to your apartment, lately she seemed to be avoiding you like the plague, taking extra shifts or hanging out with dina and jesse when you’d be free and home.

she was silent with it, softly stepping inside and closing the door. you had to give it to her, had been normal you wouldn’t have noticed it, too deep in slumber. but you weren’t normal. and you weren’t asleep.

she jumped when she noticed you, lurking in the shadows not under the moonlight.

“fuck.” she sighed, a hand against her heart. “you scared me.” you crooked your head, stepping closer to her spot beside the door. you were a true predator, eyes dark and movements smooth, calculated. “what are you doing up? it’s late.” she nervously chuckled, her heart beating faster as you approached her, making her back away against the door. “what…-“

“why are you avoiding me, ellie?” you inquired her, voice low, sultry. captivating yet dangerous. her mouth gaped like a fish’s.

“m…me? avoiding you? i’m not…”

“you are.” you looked at her up and down. she looked pretty, with a green tank top and navy blue jeans with her beaten up converse. “you know i can hear your heartbeat baby…” you slowly said, your fingers trailing down the pulse on her neck, making goosebumps explode on her skin, her breath shudder. “there’s no use in lying to me.” she harshly swallowed, her greenish eyes looking everywhere but you. “you know how difficult it is to control myself when you prance around smelling so damn wet?” the hand on her neck came up to her jaw, gripping it to direct her towards you. “look at me.” she did. you were so close your lips were almost touching. her eyes fluttered when you slightly brushed them against hers, making her follow after your touch, but you kept her in place, making her slightly whine. “tell me why you’ve been teasing me. i know you want it too.” one of your hands came down her body, stopping in between her legs to cup her pulsing desperate cunt. “i can smell you soaking those pretty panties of yours.” she blushed. so hard even the tip of her ears went vermillion. you cooed at the tiny whimper she let out.

“please…” she begged, and you caressed her bottom lip with your thumb.

“tell me what you want. you know how to use your words. be a good girl.”

“i want you to bite me.”

you swore your ears were deceiving you. your eyes widened at her words, staring at her for what it seemed minutes before you pulled away from her, your cold blood turning into ice.

“no.”

ellie almost whined at the loss of your touch, maybe at your answer.

“please.”

she stepped towards you, a pout pulling from her features, hands on your shoulders trailing down your your chest, surrounding your neck, exposing her own to you. your eyes momentarily met her soft pale skin, the pulsing vein on the crook of her shoulder and neck. you could almost taste it. thick and heavy in your mouth.

“ellie.” you harshly closed your eyes, fighting the need of your gums to break your gums. “i could hurt you.”

“i can take it.” she promised, one of her hands cupping your cheek to make you look at her. “i want this.” you groaned. “i want you.” your lips brushed, and your tongue came harshly into her mouth as her own needy crashed against yours. she moaned as your hands came down to her thighs, pulling from her to jump and surround your waist to move the two of you to your bedroom.

you fell backwards onto the bed with her on your lap. she was desperate, hungry for your touch after so long without relief. but you were starving.

“‘s this why you were avoiding me? poor thing just was too shy to ask?” she nodded, biting onto her bottom lip. “fuck. you’re killing me. you smell so fucking good…” you hid your face on her neck, leaving soft kisses on her skin, making the green eyed girl crook her head aside to give you more space.

“please… bite me. please.” she pleaded, one of her hands on your hair, tugging, doe eyes teary in need. you wanted to ruin her.

“shit. are you sure? i could-“

“please.” she nodded, pulling you closer to her pulse. you groaned, your fangs breaking your gums as you felt your hunger kick in, your want.

you left a last soft kiss on her skin before your teeth came crashing down against it, puncturing it. a deep moan left your throat when it hit you. the metalic, warm and sweet taste of her warm filling your mouth.

if ellie smelled good, she tasted heavenly.

the auburn haired let out the most beautiful and pornographic whimper once she felt it, her whole body going numb yet exploding in sensitivity at the feeling of your bite. it only hurt for a second, before the effects of the bite rushed through her body. before she knew it she was thrusting against your hips, pulling you closer, feeling an adrenaline rush, her body shake and her pussy throb, slick quickly pooling in between her lips and drenching her panties. she felt it coming. you hadn’t even touched her and yet she was so close to an orgasm…

she moaned your name, and you grunted, pulling away to look at her flushed face and hazy eyes. she looked completely fucked out, neck glistening in her crimson blood.

you smirked when you saw her squirm under your touch on her hips, going up and down her thighs. “that feel good, baby?”

she bit down on her lip, nodding.

“more. please. touch me, please.” she begged, rocking her hips against yours, what made you moan. she felt like she was gonna die if you didn’t touch her.

“you want me to touch you, pretty girl?” she nodded once again, raising her arms for you to take off her tank top, exposing her perky breasts and rosy nipples, to which you attached to.

“fuck…” she ground herself on your lap, anxiously and hurriedly taking care of your own top.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” you grunted, flipping her over and pushing her against the duvet to take her pants and panties off, your pupils blown out at the sight of her drooling pussy. she whined when she felt your fingers slide in between her folds, screamed when, with just a mere touch against her clit she was falling over the edge. your stomach turned, and if your heart beat you were sure it would’ve skipped one of its jumps. your eyes were widened as you watched her come down from it in heavy pants, her cheeks turning red at the realization that she had came with just a mere graze.

“fuck…” she muttered, hiding her face from you behind her hands. you quickly removed them. so turned on you swore your whole body was aching in need to have her.

“don’t you dare hide from me. not when you look so pretty when you cum.” ellie’s teary eyes watched you crawl down her body to position yourself in between her legs, your hungry eyes transfixed on her cum soaked cunt. you couldn’t wait to clean her creamy release with your tongue. “i want to watch you do it over and over and over again.” your irises turned red as you stared into her fern ones, watching her back arch and her jaw fall when your fangs dug into the soft pale skin of her thigh. a loud moan broke her throat. your eyes closed as her sweet blood filled your mouth and warmed your own throat. you hummed, your hips thrusting against the bed. “fuck. i want to devour you.” you growled, your mouth moving from her thigh to her soaked cunt, lapping at her cum with a panting mouth. you thought nothing could be better than her blood. but her cum with her blood? you were sure that, if not been immortal, you would have died right there and then. ellie screamed your name, her legs closing around your head as you hungrily ate her out, your hands coming up to her thighs to push them apart and give you more space. she was squirming like crazy, moaning and whimpering, crying. she was so overstimulated already… “quit moving.”

“oh my god. ohmygodohmygodohmygod…” she mumbled. “i’m gonna cum again!” she weeped as you sucked on her puffy and throbbing clit. you quickly retrieved one of your hands from her thighs to fuck her gaping drooling hole with two of your fingers. just one curl from them against her g spot and she was shaking, creaming all over them.

“fuuuck. that’s it. cum for me, baby. so fucking sweet.” you licked her clean, sucking at her clit and hearing her cry. her hands tugged from your hair, the heels of her feet anchoring themselves on the duvet to try and scape your mouth.

“too much. ‘s too much!” her high subsided just the slightest to start to build again at an incredible speed, making her cum again in a matter of seconds. you pulled away with a soaked gaping mouth.

“did you just cum twice?” you inquired, in awe, watching the fat tears that rolled down her strained and flushed face. you plugged your fingers out, watching her creamy release drip out of her hole. you crawled back up her body, cupping her face. she was dizzy in ecstasy, her pretty green eyes swelled with tears.

“more…” she pleaded, her hands on your hair, pushing you to her slightly bleeding neck, inviting you to sink your fangs back in, to suck her dry, give her more of that delirious pleasure.

you groaned.

“you’re killing me, you know that?”

you buried your face on the crook of her neck, licking up the little droplets of blood that seeped from the punctures on her skin before diving in, making her let out this pretty little sound.

her nails dug on your back, her own arching underneath you as her legs surrounded your hips, pulling you closer as she tilted her face to the side. “feels sooo gooood.” she slurred, whimpering when your hands came up to her perfect breasts, squeezing the fat in between your fingers. you wondered how much she could take, how much she could give you. ellie would let you drain the last drop of her blood out of her if that meant this feeling wouldn’t stop.

“need your pretty pussy on mine, baby. want to feel your cum dripping on it.” you sucked bruises on her skin, watching her nod. “can you be a good girl and do that for me?” your sultry voice asked against her ear, your hips giving a little thrust against hers, making the material of your jeans brush against her sensitive and puffy folds.

“yes.” she gasped, nodding, to what you left your place in between her legs, getting on your feet to unbuckle your jeans, but the auburn haired was quicker than you, her shaky pretty hands taking care of it and hurriedly pushing your panties and jeans down your legs for you to kick them away.

you moaned when you suddenly felt her mouth on you, her soft tongue lapping at your clit.

“oh fuck.” you cursed in a gasp, one of your hands coming down to her head, fingers lacing on her hair, to stabilize yourself. “what are you doing?” you moaned when you felt her suck on it, your eyes closing shut for a second before looking down at her.

“i’m hungry.” she muttered against your pussy. the sight in front of you was one to behold.

your girl was on her hands and knees, back arched for you, hazy drunk eyes looking up at you as she slowly glided her pink tongue in between your soaked lips. you gasped, pushing her further against your cunt once you’d put one of your legs up on the bed, foot against the sheets, bending your knee and opening your legs to give her better access.

“jesus christ.”

usually ellie would be shy, always asking for permission to take care of you, to touch you, to eat you. but now, she was taking what she wanted —no, what she needed— from you. and that was making your mind spiral.

her hands came up to grip at your hips and legs, making out dirtily with your cunt, looking at you, teasing you. “want you to fill my mouth.” she said before licking a fat strip from your hole to your clit, sucking at it and letting it go with a pop.

“yeah? you want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours baby?” she nodded. “then stick out your tongue, gonna fuck myself with it.” she did as you said, flattening her tongue and moaning when your grip on her hair only tightened, bucking your hips against her tongue, perfectly rubbing your clit. “fuck. that’s it. such a good fucking mouth, doll.” she hummed, her nails digging on your flesh. “gonna give you all my cum baby. and you’re gonna be a good girl and swallow it, aren’t you ellie?” she nodded. you grunted, fucking yourself faster on her tongue. you were so riled up and sensitive… you weren’t gonna last. “shit. i’m gonna cum.” you moaned, and she eagerly lapped at your folds, pulling you closer by your ass cheeks to her face to make sure to not leave a single drop behind. “fuck!” you cursed as you felt the snap of your high on your lower stomach, moaning as you creamed all over her tongue, making her whimper. “take it. take it all.”

she slurped and licked you clean, fucking you through it until your breath stabilized.

after coming down, you let go of her, taking in her disheveled state; messy hair, dizzy eyes and shiny chin and lips. you got on the bed with her, laying on your back and spreading your legs.

“come over here. come and ride my pussy.” she crawled towards you, feeling her arousal dripping down her thighs. “give me your back, baby.” she followed your orders, feeling your hands on her hips as she got on her knees, hands against the sheets to lower herself until he was seating against your open cunt. the first touch was heavenly, making the two of you moan. “you’re so fucking wet…” you sighed as she started to move, back and forth against your pussy, her clit gliding in between your folds as yours did the same in between hers. “did eating me out turned you on that much, baby?” she whimpered, nodding, to what you gave her a slap in the ass. “use your words.”

“yes, mmh.”

“that feels good, pretty? feel good jumping on my clit?” her pace was picking up, her moans and cries getting louder. “so hot…” you grabbed at the fat of her cheeks, dragging her harder against your pussy. you could feel the cum from her previous orgasms coming out of her to drench your cunt, making a mess in between your thighs yet making it easier for her to fuck herself on you. “doing so good for me…”

she moaned your name, going faster, harder. “feels so good…” she cried, feeling a new orgasm starting to build inside of her due to the constant rubbing of her clit against your folds.

“yeah? gonna cum for me, ellie? gonna cream my pussy?” she nodded.

“yeah, fuck, yes. i’m so close. please…” you grunted, taking her hips with your hands and fucking her harder in between grunts. you too were close, still sensitive due to your recent orgasm.

“go ahead baby, cum for me, wanna see it drip.” with a scream, she was cumming for you, for the forth time that night, her ears ringing and sight blacking out at the intensity. this was not a normal orgasm. it was bigger. harder. it was breaking her apart.

you moaned at the sight of her pussy squirting all over yours, drenching your cunt and the sheets below your bodies. “fuuuck.” you couldn’t hold it in anymore, cumming along with her and fucking the two of you through it to extend her high as much as possible.

once you two came down, you rested against the head of the bed, capturing the auburn haired in between your arms, pressing her back against your naked chest.

you held her as she recovered her breath, caressing her tummy, her thighs… until…

“what are you…, mhh fuck!” she whimpered when she felt the sting of your fangs against the sensitive skin of her neck, her blood being drained out of her veins until her head felt dizzy. her thighs shook when your fingers met her swollen pretty little clit, your tongue licking the new punctures clean as you whispered on her ear.

“more.”

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a/n: idk what to say😵‍💫😵‍💫

KEEP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE!!!!! 🇵🇸

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[norrussell]

Lipstick Kisses | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: on a night out, Lando and you can't wait to go home and get your hands on each other

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, a bit kinky, Lando and the reader being switches, tying up only for a few moments

A/N: did I come up with this while sitting on a pile of requests? Absolutely, but hear me out. When I saw Lando that night out in Mexico I just couldn't resist. He's a walking inspiration. This is the piece I've put my whole being into, please leave me some feedback and don't let it flop ♡

The clear sky was a deep cobalt blue and the stars were twinkling like a million tiny fireflies. The air was cool and still, a gentle breeze rustling through, carrying the distinct smell of the city with it. The streetlamps were glowing, a mix of blues, pinks and greens while the hum of the traffic filled the air. In the distance, the city skyline glimmered with a hundred thousand windows, the tallest building reaching far into the sky. The air was alive with sound and light, the city exhaling its never ending energy.

Lando and you were in his car, heading towards the club. As you drove, the sultry voice of Lana Del Rey filled the car, the melodious tunes blending perfectly with the city's bright lights. Lando's eyes were fixed on the road, but you could feel his gaze on you from time to time. You wore a tight-fitting black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, your long hair cascading down your shoulders in loose waves. You knew you looked good, with your smoky eye makeup and red lipstick, and you could sense Lando's hunger growing with each passing moment.

As you stepped out of the car, the sound of thumping bass and raucous laughter hit you. The neon sign of the club flickered above you, illuminating the crowds of people waiting to get in. Taking your hand, Lando guided you inside. The smell of alcohol and perfume mixed together as soon as you walked in, with the music permeating every corner of the place.

Lando led you to the VIP section where the drinks flowed freely. You took a sip of your cocktail and let the alcohol warm your body. Lando leaned in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you want to dance?"

Without hesitation, you took his hand and led him to the crowded dance floor. The beat of the music pulsed through your body, and you lost yourself in the rhythm. Lando's hands gripped your hips as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your neck. You could feel the heat between you growing, and your body responded in kind.

It was as though the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just you and Lando to revel in each other's company. As the music changed to a slower, sensual beat, Lando's hands roamed over your body, his fingers tracing the lines of your curves. You could feel his hard muscles pressed against you, the heat of his body making you gasp.

Lando's lips found yours, his tongue slipping past your lips. Your body tingled with desire as you felt his hands sliding down to your thighs, pulling you up against him. The music was the only thing keeping you grounded, the rhythm pulsing through you, guiding your movements.

As the song came to an end, Lando leaned down and whispered in your ear “I can’t wait to take you home.”

You smiled and ran a thumb over his bottom lip, removing a red smudge from your lipstick.

"I can't wait either," you replied, your voice thick with desire.

Lando's eyes darkened, and he took your hand, leading you back to the VIP section. The alcohol had gone to your head, but you didn't care. Tonight was about letting go and having fun.

Once you were back at the table, Lando ordered another round of drinks. As you waited, his hand snaked up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

The drinks arrived, and you downed yours in one gulp, feeling its warmth spreading through your body. Lando's hand moved higher up your thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your dress. Loud music drowned out your moan, feeling the heat between your legs growing.

“Lando,” you stained his neck. “Take me home.”

His jaw clenched at the tone of your voice and hand on your thigh grasped you tighter. Without hesitating, Lando beckoned for the bill, paid with a black card and led you out of the club, his hand gripping yours. You headed quickly to the car, your heels clicking against the pavement. You giggled as you got into the passenger seat, feeling lightheaded from the alcohol.

Lando's car rolled into the underground parking lot, the tires squealing slightly as he pulled up to your place. He turned off the car, but left the engine running. Leaning over he pulled you close, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands trailed up your dress, edging it up until it clung to the tops of your legs. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers slide up your inner thighs, pushing aside the lace of your panties.

You pulled away, your body throbbing in desire. "Not here," you gasped. "And the elevator is too small..."

Lando grinned, his teeth gleaming in the darkness. He turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, circling around to your door. He opened it and pulled you out, taking you into his arms. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your leg, indicating he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

He pulled you away from the car slowly, guiding you towards the elevators. You stepped inside, and he hit the button for the penthouse. The doors slid shut and the elevator began to climb. Your heart raced, your breaths coming in short gasps as you felt Lando's hands on your hips. He kissed you hard, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue. His fingers trailed down your neck, dipping into the top of your dress to caress your breasts. You moaned softly, feeling heat radiate from between your legs.

The elevator came to a stop and Lando looked deeply into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours in a final kiss that left you breathless. You were the first to leave the elevator, making your way to the bedroom and taking your dress off as you went. Lando's eyes were focused on your body, taking in the sight of you as you stepped out of your heels.

“Like what you see?” you teased, holding only the top of the dress over your frame.

“More than you could possibly imagine.” Lando’s eyes took in your curves, and he lunged towards you, dragging you onto the bed beneath him. He began to kiss every inch of your naked skin, wrapping his lips around your nipples as he tore the dress off, and sliding his tongue across your stomach.

His hands glided up the back of your thighs, pulling you towards him. The heat of his breath against your thigh sent a shiver through your figure, and your pussy ached with need. He skillfully removed your thong, making you moan as he slid a finger inside of you, his mouth moving to your clit. He flicked the soft nub between his teeth, causing your body to writhe in pleasure. You whimpered as you felt his fingers slip deeper into you, moving in and out in time with his tongue.

You arched your back as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You were so close to coming, and Lando seemed to know exactly where to touch you. You gasped, feeling your whole being exploding in ecstasy. Lando brought you to the edge over and over again, drawing out your pleasure until you were begging him to stop.

Lando's hands trailed up your figure, caressing your breasts. He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deep, his tongue exploring every crevice of yours. You could taste your own juices on his lips and tongue, and the heat between your legs began to burn once more. You slid your hand down Lando's sides and grasped his cock, starting to rub him over the pants.

He moaned into your mouth as you stroked him gently, the other hand yanking on the chains around his neck, pulling him deeper into your mouth. You parted your legs, inviting him in. He teased you, grinding and rubbing his hardness against you. You could feel his cock throbbing with desire, begging to be buried deep within you.

You used a moment of his carelessness to wrap your legs tight around him and flip you around. You straddled him, pinning his arms on each side of his head.

“You’re such a tease.” he bit into his lower lip to stop his smile from spreading, admiring your naked physique on top of him.

“I’m about to tease you a lot more.” you said as you pushed your hips forward.

You buried your head into his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. You let go of his wrists -which he didn’t even bother moving- and unbuttoned his black shirt, your lipstick kisses marking every inch of toned skin. Removing the shirt and tossing it aside, Lando raised his arms above his head, giving you enough access to his chest. His muscles were firm and strong, and it made you ache for more. Kissing his upper body tenderly, you covered his collarbones in your lips’ red imprints. And every freckle and birthmark was kissed in a perfect heart-shaped pattern.

Lando groaned as you wrapped your hands around his torso and slid your pussy up and down his denim jeans. The fabric was so thin it made it easy for you to feel his hard cock pressing against you, begging for release. You let your lips graze his neck, your breasts pressed up against his bare chest. He started to move, thrusting his hips towards yours. The heat between you was undeniable, and you could tell he was holding back as much as you were.

You sat up, gazing into his eyes as you ran your hands down his abdomen. Reaching down and undoing his belt, you pulled it out from its loops. You wrapped the leather around his wrists, and pulled him towards the bedpost. You bit your lip, watching his body tug against the restraint, his muscles straining against the leather. You ran your hand over his dick, feeling it throb between your fingers.

“I want you to know who owns you.” you whispered, wrapping the other end of the belt around the bedpost. He was your prisoner, and you were his captor.

He watched you, his expression unreadable. You placed a final kiss on his lips and slid down his body, freeing his cock from its confines, squeezing it firmly. He groaned as he felt the leather holding him back when he reached for you. You ran your hand up and down, squeezing tighter with each pass. He let out a moan, and you stopped suddenly.

“No. Don’t stop.” Lando whined, his voice curling around you.

“You want me to stop?” you bit your lip, grinding into him.

“No!” he said, his voice cracking. “Please, don’t stop.” he panted.

You looked up at him, giving him a mischievous smile before sliding your hot mouth over his hard cock. He moaned, instantly forgetting about his hands being tied up. You pressed your lips tight, your tongue swirling around his tip. He cursed softly under his breath, enjoying the sensation. You took him all the way in, letting your lips swallow his hot, firm cock, moaning as you hit the back of your throat.

Lando pulled at the belt, trying to free his hands as you took him deeper, sucking harder. He moaned, the pleasure choking his words. You slid your mouth off his cock and gave the tip a few kisses. Locking eyes with him, you glided your mouth over his cock once more, this time faster.

You let your hands skim over his thighs, gripping hard as you bobbed your head up and down. You felt him twitch in your mouth, and you pulled away, looking up at him. He looked back at you, with a wide eyed expression.

“Please, don’t stop.” he begged again, leaning his head back against the bed.

You gripped his cock, running your tongue over the shaft. You circled the tip with it, tasting the sweet flavor of his desire as it dripped from him. You felt the cool air caress the wetness that lingered around your lips.

“Please.” he whispered again.

You reached up and undid the belt around his wrists. You let him free his hands, and he wrapped one around your neck, pulling you into a kiss as he let the other roam down your back. He drew you towards him, reaching down to cup your hot pussy. His fingers explored your lips before moving to your clit, rubbing softly. He nudged your body towards the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply, his lips dancing across yours and chains clinking with every motion.

The heat of his body against yours made you ache even more as you felt the wetness between your legs. You wanted him so bad you could taste it.

“Please, I want you.” you moaned.

“Please what?” it was his turn to tease you.

“I want you so bad.” you let your fingers trace down his chest.

“That’s right. Beg for it.” he relished in your neediness.

“Please, fuck me.” you said, your voice high pitched and out of control. “Please, fuck me right now.”

He slid his hand across your body, taking your hand, and pressed it against the bed. He stared into your eyes, his hand holding yours. You knew he wanted you to beg more, but you wouldn’t let him have it. You bit your lip, and his green eyes narrowed. He freed your hand, guiding it with his own, nipping at your lip and kissing it gently.

You smiled at him, and his grip tightened. He teased you, gliding his body over yours. The feel of his hard cock pressing against you only drove your desire for him higher. You moaned as you felt it go over your clit, sending shivers through you. You wrapped your legs tight around him, wanting to feel him all the way inside you.

Lando stared into your eyes, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. He let go of your hand and moved from your mouth to your neck. Your breath caught as he continued trailing kisses along your throat and shoulders. He suckled your sensitive skin, and your nails slid across his bare back, making him hiss in response as you dug them into his flesh, leaving red lines.

His lips found your breast, and his tongue swept over your hardened nipple. He took it into his mouth and sucked on it, sending shocks of pleasure through you as you felt him kneading it with his lips. You bit down on your lower lip to stifle the moan that rose in your throat. His teeth grazed against the sensitive bud, and you gasped, your back arching involuntarily in response.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” he whispered into your ear.

He encircled your legs with his arms and you embraced him in return, squeezing your thighs around his waist. His lips crashed against yours, passionately expressing the feelings that had been building up between the two of you for far too long. And when he pressed himself into you, it was clear that he'd been yearning for this as much as you were.

Lando moved his hips, grinding into you. You felt him moving deeper inside you, and you moaned into his mouth. He pulled his hips back and slammed them forward again. Your body moved back and forth, as he thrust into you again and again. He rubbed your clit, and you felt the tingles building inside you, the soft waves radiating out from your hips. You whimpered, as you felt it building up, closer and closer.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he grunted as he thrust into you again, and your body tightened, shaking against him. You broke away from his kiss, your eyes closed and head thrown back. You bit your lip, sustaining a scream, letting out a deep moan instead, waves crashing up against you again.

He leaned back, thrusting his hips harder, and fingers pressing against your clit. Your hips ground against him, meeting each desperate thrust. You were lost in a sea of pleasure, your head spinning. You took him deeper inside you, grinding against him as your body shook.

The waves crashed into you, and you felt them rippling through your body, waves of pleasure that you could do nothing but ride out. Your moans were loud, and you didn’t even care. He thrust into you, over and over, your moans mixing together. You felt the last of the pleasure wash over you, your body rendered boneless.

“You’re mine.” his chains dangled over you as he leaned to whisper into your ear.

They landed in your mouth, your teeth tugging on them, urging him to begin thrusting again, to move with you as you rode out the last of the waves. Your body felt less sensitive, but he just felt so good. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tight. You moaned, meeting his thrusts as he started to move quicker and faster. He felt the heat between your legs as you felt him twitch, and you moaned again, pressing your lips into his shoulder.

“You ready?” he said, his voice hoarse.

You felt the warmth spread through you, and your pussy tightened, trying to squeeze his cock. His moans increased as his hips quickened their tempo. You sucked on his neck, licking over his collar bone, all your previous artwork smudged. He bit down on your shoulder, and grew even more aroused. The heat inside you intensified, your hips moving wildly in sync with his.

He pounded into you, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You could feel yourself panting more rapidly as the intensity of the moment began reaching a boiling point, your moans increasing in volume with every stroke.

You heard him grunt, his cock twitching inside you. Your pussy squeezed him, and he groaned. You kissed him, hard, and he broke away from you. He stared into your eyes, his forehead touching yours as sweat glistened on his skin. You whimpered, and his eyes closed, mouth soundlessly hanging open.

He thrust into you one last time, his cock quivering deep inside you. You felt the warmth fill you up, and you moaned out. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you felt yourself slowly drifting back to reality.

Lando collapsed on top of you, his arms wrapped around you, making you fit inside him, feeling his hot breath against your cheek. You felt your body shaking with the aftershocks of the orgasm. You could feel his cock still jerking slightly inside you, causing soft moans to escape you as you came down from your high.

He rolled off you and gathered you in his arms, pulling you close. You let out a sigh of contentment as he caressed your arm and pressed his lips against your forehead. He looked into your eyes, the love evident on his face.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You smiled and ran your hand through his sweat dampened curls, feeling warmth fill your heart. You touched his face with both hands, gazing into his eyes.

“I love you too," you whispered back before the sound of his steady heart beat lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

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[beggars-opera]

Hey, so we don't talk enough about A Christmas Carol as being at least a little bit about not continuing a cycle of abuse and neglect, both against others and yourself.

In the book little Scrooge is left languishing over the holidays in a boarding school for some never-explained reason, but it is made very clear that this is miserable and unfair, and that his father is doing this on purpose. His sister specifically comes to tell him that "father is so much kinder now than he used to be, that home's like heaven." This also reflects a bit of Dickens's own childhood when his father went into debtor's prison and little Charlie was forced to support his family working full time in a shoe-blacking factory at the age of 12 (which is also why so many of his books seem to have a moral of "hey, kids are people too and maybe we shouldn't make them work in the mines.")

Whatever family reunion happened after didn't work out, because Scrooge continues believing that no one is coming to save him and pulling himself up by his bootstraps at the detriment of all other social relationships is the only way forward. And the more he lives by that philosophy, the more miserable he gets, because obviously he pushes away anyone who has that hope that he lost. They threaten to break down the walls he's built and teach him that a big pile of money doesn't have to be the only thing that he can rely on, if he'd just let himself be vulnerable and have a relationship with people who care about him, because they're out there even if he's ignoring them.

There is a certain type of person still very much out there who thinks this way. "I've never been happy in my life, so no one else has a right to be either. I was abused in my childhood so it's only fair that everyone else suffer as well." We see this in parents who still try to use corporal punishment, and in wealthy people who ignore the social factors keeping others down and scream that everyone else is just entitled, that only those who suffer and scrape deserve happiness. And they especially hate the people like Fred who represent the past that could have been, who have maintained hope for the future, and seem to be rubbing their optimism in your face, when in reality they're just maintaining hope because it's the only way you can survive.

It's so important for Scrooge to actually see the impact this thinking has on both himself and multiple generations. Rich people have this weird hangup about this story because they think Scrooge is bad because he's rich. He's not, he's bad because he's a horrible person and a miser - he doesn't use his money to better anything, including himself. Salting the earth, everyone suffers here, including him. And he learns that he's going to die old and alone without ever having spent or enjoyed his money, and that his family feels sorry for him, and that the nameless masses of poor people out there that he decries so much are in fact living, breathing people, including tiny disabled kids who don't deserve to suffer just because you decided life isn't fair.

In the end he takes responsibility for actually uplifting the people in the next generation who are trying to make the world a better place and no longer punching down, because it doesn't have to be this way. So many people out there just give up hope because things are hard and they think trying to improve things is a pointless exercise that makes them look dumb. How dare you grow a year older and not an hour richer! How dare you marry for love! That's the only thing more ridiculous than a Merry Christmas! When in reality, there are plenty of people who would love to see them happy if they just had a chance.

It's really sad that, while the language used to describe it has changed, these problems still persist. That people feel so wronged and isolated that they spend their days ensuring everyone else will be as well. That they fail to see their fellow humans as fellow humans who are just as deserving of love and kindness and a roof over their heads. I don't care what time of year it is, we should all be lifting each other up rather than tearing each other down.

#long post #rant #a christmas carol #charles dickens #history #books #literature #christmas #who hurt elon musk

[ellllsia]

Levi's main love language is acts of service. It's all about the smallest things, which would be second nature to him. You're having trouble with your gear, he will have it fixed without you even knowing about it. You said you were hungry, and a peeled apple would be waiting for you on your desk. If he ever sees you crying, he would simply wave his tissue in front of your face, prompting you to take it. If you try giving it back he would wave you off claiming that it's too dirty with your tears. But the truth is he just wants you to have something that's his, something that would remind you of him. If your horse is acting up ? No worries, Levi will calm it down and even help you get on it again. Right, he wouldn't miss a chance to get close to you.

So, moving on to his second love language: physical touch and proximity. Levi is very much touch deprived. Hence, he seeks comfort in your touch or at least in being close to you. If there's a meeting, he always makes sure to sit next to you. If you all are on mission in the woods and there's a bonfire, just know that no matter how close to the fire you could be or how far, Levi will be seated right next to you. He couldn't care less about the cold because one look from you and he's feeling so warm, inside and out. He would always pat your head. Once you start dating, hugging you would be his favourite thing to do, from the back with his arms draped around your waist or shoulders as he kisses the top of your head or nuzzles your neck, (I'm blushing so hard right now ).

Next in line is quality time. He just adores being with you, by your side, giving you his undivided attention, though very subtly that you don't even notice. But he does. He listens, and he cares, storing everything you say somewhere in his memory. He watches so carefully and takes many pictures with his grey eyes that he stores deep in his heart. Also, if you're ever focused on him, he would get a tiny bit flustered, and his ears would go red. He solely cherishes the way you look at him. He wouldn't, couldn't look away.

Levi doesn't strike me as much of a gift enthusiast, but like always, you're the exception to the rule. I believe he would treasure the littlest thing you could gift him, and in return, would give you the world. If there's a pretty flower or leaf around, he would pick it and march towards where you're seated and would place it on your lap, muttering about how it reminded him of you.

Levi doesn't really vocalise his affection much. But, one day you would be training and pushing yourself a bit too hard and when Nanaba asked what was wrong, you would explain how you've been feeling useless due to all your comrades dying and you not being able to do much about it. Levi ,who witnessed the whole scene, came by your quartes later, looked you straight in the eyes, took your hand in his caressing them, oh so softly, "You are enough, you are doing good by staying alive and fighting in the name of all that we've lost, don't you start questioning yourself after we- after I have put my trust in you. You who has always been so bright and hopeful, don't doubt that we'll make it in the end, together, "he whispered, looking so fond. He then turned around and left you awestruck and teary-eyed.

#levi ackerman #levi heichou #captain levi #levi aot #levi snk #snk levi #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #levi x reader #anime

[anantaru]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 + 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊

୨୧ he turns pussy drunk feat. ayato : diluc : kazuha : zhongli : childe : cyno x fem! reader

୨୧ WARNINGS: nsfw : cunnilingus : rough : fingering

𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

the moans were pulled out of your throat in mere seconds, with ayato's head resting in between your thighs, nibbling on your folds. It was obvious he was stressed again, naturally his work being the trigger for his tensed muscles.

gradually your warmth sank in with him, even though ayato was exhausted and tired, your familiarity soothed his body and soul, smothering you with the attention you deserved. Your pulse was quick on your chest, his fingers caressing along your belly before finding their rightful place on your breasts, squeezing the skin with the flesh pooling out in between his fingers.

in a way, you noticed how far gone he had gotten after he lapped at your clit, hungrily devouring your sensitivity. It wasn't often for ayato to invest as much time as he did now on being intimate with you, it would mostly be a few quickies here and there before he had to go back to fulfill his duties as the yashiro commissioner.

with the room getting hotter the second, you felt your body become sweaty, dampening the sheets under you while ayato moved one of his hands towards your cunt, spreading your folds apart. Shuddering at the subtle touch, you whined as his rough tongue flattened on you, kitty licking and sucking on your clit without a care in the world.

"ayato.." your hands tangled in his hair, pulling on his strands while beginning to grind your hips into his tongue, resulting in his nose nudging your clit, rubbing into the shivering nerves with what felt like thousand bolds entering your throbbing cunt. "just one more." it was a surprise that you were even able to decipher what he was saying, with the way his face was melted into your sweet little pussy like that.

you desperately tried to hold back as long as you could to savour his tongue on your cunt yet you already felt your climax tingle in your body, goosebumps rising onto your skin. His lips wrapped on your clit, closing them before sucking on the thin flesh while simultaneously rubbing his tongue on you, gathering your juices to taste them.

you bit your lip with your toes curling in, the hold on his hair developing into a tight possessive grip ayato so very much adored noticing on his scalp. It would evoke a feeling of authority in him, that he alone was able to get you to that level of neediness.

for him, it was all about loyalty, devotion and complete obedience. On a surface level, the yashiro commissioner wouldn't show his affection towards anyone, building a hard wall in front of every possible emotion that could slip past his control.

yet, when he was finally alone, with the person he cherished, yearned for and held in highest regards, ayato could finally be free and that's what he wanted to show you when you were intimate with each other.

of course, he might become lost in his tempo, forgetting when to stop playing with your core, mustering all his expertise to bring you to your orgasm. Fading into complete lust, you began to arch your back off the mattress, the last motion before you were releasing with ayato being aware of that fact.

with the couple more touches of his tongue on you, not to mention his slick covered fingers still keeping your folds apart. He listened to your promising voice, a chorus of sweet delight when grazing him with your sweet climax, moaning at the vibrations you made.

the taste of your fluids were slightly bitter, yet so familiar, comfortable and perfect. The texture gooey on his muscle when he prodded it out to show you, his eyes lever leaving your gaze.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

diluc really couldn't get enough of you, truly. His head was lolling back upon flooding your throbbing cunt with his seed, thoughts swirling into a deep haze of additional desire upon noticing the tiny flutters of your hole.

with that, he greedily grinded himself back in, draping his body over yours to engage you in a kiss. It was sloppy, more tongue than actual lips were mapping out every nook and cranny of you, leaving nothing unturned. Diluc wanted to be deeper, fill you up again, more, groans aching to come out of his throat when you whined his name.

"you're too much love, but i need more."

by his usual observation of your body, he noticed how spent you had gotten, but diluc just had to feel you this one last time before letting your rest. In his eyes, it wasn't possible to stop right now, his cock already back to being erected, standing straight with a slight curve to it.

upon dragging his girth back into your hole, your body jolted with sweet electricities through your skin, overstimulating your sensitive nerves with his impressive length. His cock was sticky with your fluids and his cum, the thrusting of his lips uncoordinated and sloppy with your thighs shivering around his narrow waist.

you poised underneath him, your hands holding onto his shoulders, lips pursed together with something familiar and hot twisting in the deep ends of your stomach, drawing your head to your lover to meet his hungry gaze again.

you were so hot and squishy inside, digging his hips deeper and slightly wiggling them to ravish the reactions of your body that were melting into the bed, hips stuttering when you climaxed.

spasming heavy on him and archons, how hot you looked while doing it, a small smile curling onto diluc‘s lips to tell you how perfect you did for him tonight.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

how pleasantly his cock would rest in between your folds was beyond him, life felt heavy on kazuha's body, so dense he was morphing into a desperate frustrated mess.

fuck, it happened again, watching how his swollen cock would slip past your folds, collect your filthy juices and rub them over your skin and thighs, turning you into an utter mess. His lips parted with tiny pleas blurting out.

"i have missed you so dearly." his words tingled around your ears, your eyes filled with a pleading tone so he'd finally fuck all his frustration into you.

kazuha licked his lips in concentration, grabbing his cock in his palm to spread your fluids on his shaft, a wicked thrill charging over his bare skin. You found yourself out of breath, the erotic sight in front of you being the one and only reason as to why.

the pleasure as he snapped himself forward nearly shocked you, with your eyes welling up in tears when he started pumping himself in, bodies moving in tandem. The shade on kazuha's cheeks were adorable, red with a faint pink undertone when he pulled his hair strands away, brushing them behind.

you arched your spine, letting your hands dance around your chest while haltering your fingers on your tits, playing with your erected nipples. fuck, he was barely able to contain himself at the sight, moaning with his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Shoving himself even harder in you, your body jolted forward, your tight cunt squeezing him dry when grabbing around his girth, letting go again.

kazuha was certainly drunk, drunk of pleasure and the gradual loss of his body, succumbing into lust and desire, his hips stuttering on your soreness while he inflicted additional overstimulation on you at last.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

zhongli's slender fingers were soaked in your juices, this was how he enjoyed watching you squirm, not with his thick cock dragging himself into your folds, but with you cutely sitting on his lap with your legs spread, having quite some troubles to keep them apart while he was working wonders on you, your mind capturing the moments forever.

repeating your moans like a chain of whispers, you lowered your head on his shoulders, chest heaving with both anticipation to finally cum and frustration that despite everything, zhongli still continued to tease you.

your hand grabbed on his wrist, greedily looping your fingers around him before motioning him the pace on how you craved it the most, his jaw gaped open at your bold move. In truth, it was zhongli's favorite part, when you were fed up with him and voiced what you wanted. "need me to go faster?"

if you weren't already so close to releasing, you would've smacked the pseudo innocent smirk off his lips, because he knew the answer, very well.

zhongli could truly get lost in giving you pleasure with his fingers, of course, fucking you roughly into the mattress was an experience on its own, yet having you splayed out like that, thighs shivering with the control of your body leaving you on your own, it satisfied some gut-deep need in him.

"zhongli, please, I'm tired."

you grabbed your breast to squeeze hard, fondling with your nub for his eyes to see as he panted out a light laugh, "this will be the last one, you have my word." something you certainly haven't expected, was when he abruptly dragged his fingers in you deeper, now being swallowed whole.

it was better than he had imagined, the feeling of closeness and a taste of accomplishment surged through his body into his fingers, which were coveted in your silky substance.

your hole fluttered around his digits in desperation, your core demanding more pleasure when zhongli expertly thrusted his thumb up your clit, nudging the thin pulsating veins as you bucked your hips up involuntarily.

zhongli tightened his grip as he resumed the plunging when you soon came all over his palm with a loud cry, toes curling and your legs at last giving up on you, dropping on the floor while still being brim full.

zhongli pulled out, covered with your essence as he forced his digits into his mouth, sucking on the rough skin and gathering your slick on his tongue, humming in delight. The slight embarrassment you felt wasn't hiding the lust written across your face upon listening to his groans, wilting under his gaze on you.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

in an already failed attempt to hide it, childe‘s groans cut through his throat like broken glass. The plush of your ass was pressed tightly against his erected groin, his cock resting in between your cheeks before searching for your hole again.

what had started as a wholesome cuddling session, soon developed into something the both of you secretly yearned for. "that‘s all mine, yeah?"

his hands were planted on your hips, greedily dragging his stiff cock back into your core while his muscled up arms help you on him. It stung a little but you didn‘t care, frantically nodding your head to answer his question.

upon clenching down on him, ajax began to move faster, stronger, the dimly lid room enhancing your natural features and making them glow. Eyes dropping low, you cradled your head to the side to place a sloppy kiss on his lips, deepening it.

the twitch of his cock felt good, so good it had your messy hole sob uncontrollably. Childe was a master at controlling himself, his endurance being otherworldly but even he had troubles gathering himself right now.

truth is, he was needy, every stroke in rhythm with your bouncing tits was a maddening sight indeed with his mouth gaped wide, words dying in his throat.

breathless and so unbelievably tired, your orgasm washed over you upon tightening your hold around his girth, the rings of sex and sloppy noises bouncing off the walls when you spasmed on him, arching your back.

childe held you flushed straight on his stomach to rule over your jolting body, his pace never faltering yet it did become uneven, messy and without a single ounce of control left in his blood. "that‘s right, let it all go baby." he quietly hummed against the shell of your ear, filling your wet hole and smearing your walls with his seed.

𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎

snatching your wrists into his palm, cyno dragged them above your head to keep them there while impatiently shoving himself back in filthy hole.

the sweet sensations riveted through your skin, enhancing your lust to him when you rose your legs up to wrap them around his hips. "you're so wet again." he said it just above a tiny whisper on your lips, humming in between breaths when he rocked his hips back and forth on your overworked cunt.

especially now with how you were holding your legs onto cyno to steady yourself it was to no avail, being pushed right back into the cushions when he bottomed out completely. The passion swirled moans bubbled in your throat, breasts jumping in tune with the painfully fast tempo of his restless hips.

a grunt left his gaped open mouth upon noticing how hard your nipples were brushing on his toned chest, pinning you down heavily with the addition of his weight. The thin skin on your wrists were beginning to itch with how resistant he was holding onto it, but somehow those teasing antics, not to mention the slight loss of control turned you on even more, enjoying how he moved in you.

"look at you, so beautiful."

your ears had tears written across them with your pupils slightly dilated, relishing how his heavy cock marked you to the brim. Within a few seconds, you got yourself into a writhing mess, sobbing uncontrollably with cyno drinking it all up.

cyno adored how you squeezed around him, how you signaled him that you were close but fuck, so was he, drunk on how wet and dirty you got on his length, your poor cunt barely able to keep him in without becoming irritated.

his entire body tensed as his climax was right around the corner, his demeaning thrusts turning reckless. Nothing came out of his mouth except a few harsh grunts that he so desperately tried to keep in his chest when euphoria possessed you both.

warmth spilled into you, leaving not an inch of your walls uncoated with how much he was cumming in you right now, burying all the mess and keeping it hidden in you. Your spent cunt felt sore, but in awe with your whines not stopping, more so did they turn into incoherent babbles of pleasure and love.

exhausted, cyno slipped out of you, his cock still semi erect but gradually softening. Letting go of your wrists, he snaked his arms around your body while sharing each others body heat together, soothing the aching skin when still being covered in fluids and perspiration, yet cleaning yourself up could wait for yet another few minutes.

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[maxzinn]

FOUND FAMILY TROPE

⇀ tags ; fem!reader, developing relationships, found family, reader is yanqing's mom, jing yuan being a bit emo, slight angst, fluff, happy endings!

⇀ note: here's part 2, sorry it took a while sdjhfjh

part 1

jing yuan never liked the quiet, but he doesn't hate it as well.

sometimes, to him, it's peaceful. the gentle rays of sunlight slowly making its home in his abode, the gentle rustle of the wind, curtains fluttering from the gentle breeze, and the chirping of those tiny little finches that seemingly found comfort in his windows.

but sometimes, it's unsettling. his abode is far too huge for his liking. far too big that despite his huge stature... it makes him feel so small. the quiet seems to haunt him, its silence deafening. The halls are way too quiet, every nook and cranny - every room he barely used...

he was never used to the quiet, never ever got used to it. to jingyuan, the silence was a hard pill to swallow - one that haunted him, one that enables the lonely thoughts and regrets he has in his head. to him, it's a terrifying gamble. one that he doesn't risk, and a risk he doesn't want to take.

yet, he doesn't like the noise either. not when the screams and cries of his people fills the air, not when his friends mourn for their lost friend, not when the final verdict was placed, and not when their hatred and vengeance spoke louder that it drowned the voices of their joyful laughter.

not when chingzu scolds him for the nth time for setting his duties aside, not when fu xuan complains about his sleepiness, and not when another trouble arises in the luofu.

but then suddenly... the noise doesn't seem to be as unbearable as before. when he met you, as cheesy as it sounds.

"yanqing! don't run too fast!" you scolded as yanqing continued to run away from you, laughing and giggling as he played in the general's garden. you sighed in defeat and placed your hands on your waist.

the general chuckled, "it's fine y/n, let the little man play to his heart's content. I don't mind at all"

"you spoil him a bit too much, general. i'm afraid he'll get more and more demanding" you let out a small laugh.

the quiet was slowly filled with noise, ones that came from you and your son... ones that echoed through his oh so empty halls, ones that vibrated through his walls, ones that filled his abode with the color of your tone, ones that replaced the seemingly monochromatic energy of his own home... and ones that he always looked forward to hear in the mornings, afternoons, and nights.

the way you and yanqing would greet him with a sweet "good morning, general!" was something that brought warmth and comfort to his lonely heart. something that gives him peace as you began to serve breakfast on the table with yanqing helping you set up the table...

the way you would sing your lullabies to lull your son to sleep, the way you would hum as you cook in the kitchen, the way you would read yanqing bed time stories, and the way you keep him entertained with your company by telling random stories and tales about yourself...

these are the moments and memories he forever wants to keep - ones that he never intends to sacrifice. one that he will forever engrave and etch on his heart and mind, body and soul.

but then suddenly, the silence doesn't seem to be as unbearable as before. as he watches you and yanqing sleep.

the corner of his lips twitched upwards and turned into a warm smile as he observes the mother and son duo sleeping about in the garden without a single care in the world. your forms are relaxed, the children's book in your hand slipping out of your grasp, your arms wrapped around yanqing as he sleeps on your chest, and the soft snores you both let out wasn't something he was able to miss.

and suddenly, jing yuan hated to not hear the quiet.

"general, you've done enough for me and yanqing throughout my whole recovery. i'm truly grateful for your kindness and care, which is why I think it would be best not to further burden you anymore with our situation as I have recovered” you said with an almost disappointed and apologetic smile, and jing yuan froze in place.

“I already told you, I don’t mind at all as long as you have fully recovered. that would be the only favor I ask of you in return” he said, trying to convince you while trying to mask his desperation

“you’re too kind general, truly. I can’t thank you enough for letting us stay just because of my son’s insistence and tantrums…”

jing yuan could have left you both to the care of the healers of the alchemy commission after he had rescued you and yanqing… but the little man’s cries of fear and worry over his mother made it hard for him to leave. so he held him close, and chose to look after him until you wake up because yanqing who found comfort in the general’s presence - doesn’t want to part with him.

jing yuan could have agreed without any hesitation to your offer, he could have allowed for you to leave his home… but he got so used of your presence that it made it hard for him to agree. those moments where he feels himself truly relax in his abode, the fact that he have someone to come home to… for him to keep on bearing the burden and weight on his shoulders, for everything to be much more bearable than before…

he couldn’t bear coming home to an empty house anymore, where only silence and noise greets him in mockery.

and suddenly, jing yuan hated to silence the noise

as you filled the empty rooms and spaces in his abode, leaving your mark on every corner of his home… driving away the silence that haunts him as he hears your skittering and humming in the kitchen while making dinner, as you read your bedtime stories to your son, as you sing while taking your sweet time in the shower…

for once, jing yuan felt fear.

for once, he lets himself be selfish.

“…I plan to take yanqing as my apprentice” your jaw drops.

“g-general? what are you- that’s too much to ask of you!” you exclaimed.

“the little man wants to become a cloud knight does he not? I don’t see the problem with that” he said with his familiar smug and relaxed demeanor.

“but yanqing has not made any feats worthy of him being your apprentice! general, I ask you to please reconsider”

“I disagree, I see great potential in him and I have no doubts he will reach great heights and perform great feats… I only wish to nurture his talent at a young age” he stepped towards you.

“there are plenty of spare rooms for us to make use of… and I don’t mind you using them. so fret not.”

maybe, this is his way of asking you both to stay. as you look in his eyes, he looks at you with such gentleness… desperation… and longing. for once, the general looked truly lonely, but he couldn’t be anymore sincere of his feelings.

and maybe, just maybe… you might give in to his wishes too.

sksjdh finally complete, sorry it took so long 😭 I don’t know if I did well in writing part 2 but this is the best that my brain could think of 🥹

should I do a part 3 as well??

#jing yuan #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #jingyuan #jingyuan x reader #jing yuan fluff #jing yuan hsr #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr jingyuan #hsr x reader #hsr yanqing #yanqing #yanqing hsr #honkai star rail #yanqing x reader #yanqing x y/n #yanqing flluff #hsr found family trope #hsr found family #hsr #star rail

[literaila]

okay but like do you think gojo and oc would ever have a baby of their own, giving tsumiki and megumi a sibling, or are their adopted children enough?

sometimes i like to think oc would agree to become a teacher just to feel like all her students are also her babies.

i am personally of the belief that satoru wants a million children. and he says this, verbatim, when you get together.

“oh, just by the way we’re having ten kids, kay, love ya!”

but then there’s the fact that he doesn’t care where they come from. biological children, adopted children, curse wombs, mahito’s silly little transfigured humans… you got ‘em, he’ll take them.

you, on the other hand, have always been… wary about kids. i mean there’s no doubt that you adore them, think they’re precious little angels to be bestowed on only the best of beings—i mean, really, the reason satoru sought you out to help with megumi and tsumiki is because he knew you liked kids.

still… there’s that doubt, that worry that you could never be enough for a child. that you could never give them a childhood that you wanted and deserved.

teenage you is the gloomiest of them all, and if you asked her, she’d probably say no.

but then a stupid man brought home two children unannounced and swore he was going to help with them (he does… occasionally).

so, without warning, you gets the kids you’ve always (secretly) dreamed of. and who could ask for more than megumi and tsumiki, really? who even could?

(so obviously that fear is quickly washed away. i mean, there’s days, weeks, months of doubts where you’re sure that you’re doing everything wrong. sure that megumi is never going to be able to live in society as a normal human being, and that tsumiki is going to suffer from her soft, easygoing heart.

luckily satoru is also there to prove that if you think you’re doing anything wrong, he’s doing it ten times worse.

and sometimes he sweet talks you. but only for the rewards, of course.

you both learn that parenting is less about being perfect than adapting to the needs of the tiny beings, bending at their every will…)

still, even though you love megumi and tsumiki like they’ve crawled into your veins and strained all livelihood from you, having your own biological kids is a bit different.

satoru is all for it, no doubt, but he doesn’t push. he understands your hesitation—especially with how difficult everything’s become as the kids get older. the increase in curses, the rising fear that the world isn’t a safe place as is, and could never be a safe place for another baby.

(but don’t expect him not to stare at you when you’re helping a lost little girl across the street. or holding the baby of a friend. really, he’s just reminiscing… he’s not planning anything… probably…)

though, it doesn’t help either of you that satoru teaches the first years. in hindsight, you shouldn’t have let him make that decision, but it’s too late now.

satoru tries to bring every student home. even if they’ve got two healthy, loving parents—he’s calling a lawyer to draw up legal paperwork the moment yaga tells him there’s a new student about to come to jujutsu high.

what? the house is big enough for a guest, isn’t it? why do you think satoru was so pushy for all of those extra bedrooms?

(and you’ll scold him when there’s a another place set at the table. you’ll ask megumi to show the new student around the house, pointedly, and then you’ll make him recite the lengthy list of things he’s not supposed to do with every kid he meets (again)

but really, you don’t mind.

you’ve always thought that hearts were rather expandable things, and your son and daughter have only proven that fact.

and there’s a little part of you that can’t deny the admiration you have for satoru. his need to coddle every student of his, to comfort them endlessly, even if they don’t want it.

if you had to guess, you’d say that satoru’s heart is the stretchiest.

so you only tug on his hair a little. and then you’ll sit right next to him at dinner, letting him hold your hand under the table).

and there’s been a couple of times where you bring someone of your own home. just as a little payback, of course. no other reason….

#ugh i know satoru is buying baby clothes for literally no reason at all #he’ll put up baby cowboy boots on the mantle like its a decoration #i also think they would have kids and megumi and tsumiki would be more excited for their sibling than satoru and reader combined #but i’m scared to headcanon it and then… ruin lives #megumi would sit in baby’s room and feed them if you needed a shower #tsumiki would paint a mural on the nursery wall #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #a typical family

[onlymingyus]

Catch a Tiger By The... (Patreon Exclusive Teaser)

pairing; kwon soonyoung x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; tiger hybrid!soonyoung, bunny hybrid!reader, dom!soonyoung, sub!reader, degrading, degrading names, pet names, mild toxic themes, unprotected sex, rut/pre-rut, knotting, breeding kink, talk of cubs, talk of different hybrid species not being able to produce, thigh riding, soonyoung can lift the reader, biting/marking, scratching, scenting, crying (sexual and not), aftercare mentioned, food mentioned, cameo of other hybrids (not in fic but other svt members), i think that is all but as usual anything glaring let me know –

w/c; 4.5k (1.3k this teaser)

a/n; a bit of fantasy fun -- thank you @onlyhuis for being the best and proofreading this for me. 

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Soonyoung groans, pressing his face against the pillows, as he hears you moving around the house. He knew you were probably trying to be quiet but his ears were picking up every single step you were making. 

Lifting his hand, Soonyoung pushes it through his hair at his ears, flattening them against his scalp. He felt like he was getting a headache. Maybe he was getting sick. Even your soft, cute humming that usually makes him smile was getting on his nerves today. 

You were always an early riser. You liked to get started on your chores before Soonyoung got up and got ready for his day. Normally, you would hear his shower starting by now and soon you’d have his arms possessively around your waist as you tried to finish his breakfast. The mere thought makes your nose wrinkle and your floppy ears twitch in anticipation as you load the last of the laundry, humming to yourself. 

Smacking the bed with a louder groan bordering on a growl, Soonyoung shoots a look towards the clock before glaring at the closed door. He knew he was being unreasonable but the part of his brain that made him calm and stable had apparently slept on the other side of the bed. 

Making his way to the door with intention, Soonyoung pulls it open, feeling the hinge give at his strength as he makes a beeline for the kitchen, where your scent was drawing him closer. You weren’t paying attention but that was typical. You were a bunny hybrid after all, lost in your own little world until something dangerous caught your sensitive nose. The moment Soonyoung turns the corner, you freeze. His usual fresh orange scent was almost soured. 

“Darling…” 

You could hear the snarl in his tone, making you turn slower towards him than you would normally. Was he upset with you? The first thoughts that crossed your mind were going over everything that had happened in the past few hours. Have you done something wrong? You had laid out food for breakfast. Did he not want salmon for breakfast? 

Soonyoung just lets his eyes move over your frame. He was having a wave of mixed emotions. He was annoyed because he remembered why he had come to the laundry room in the first place but just seeing you in your tiny sleep shorts and his shirt hanging off your shoulder was making him salivate. No, he had to keep his wits about him. He had schedules to get to. 

“Could you fucking keep it down? I was sleeping, but you are just..."

Your brows furrow as Soonyoung curses at you and mocks your humming, moving his body around like you usually did as you worked around the house. He could be a bit harsh sometimes to others but usually not to you without reason. You didn’t think you had been loud; in fact, you had been humming under your breath. Tears start to line the rims of your eyes but you will them back as you pout and nod. 

“Sorry, Soonie…  I’ll stay quieter. You can go back to bed.” 

Sighing and seeing the tears in your eyes, Soonyoung gets hit with guilt that only makes him more angry. He was being completely irrational but that only makes him lash out more, waving his hand towards you as he scoffs. 

"I—why are you crying? Fuck, clearly, I’m not going back to bed. I have to shower. I have to work.” 

Soonyoung felt sweat running along the back of his neck towards his back. He needed to get into the shower; this felt like a fever. Watching you for a moment longer, Soonyoung groans when you stay quiet, your meek behavior making him feel worse as you all but curl into yourself at his words.

Shaking his head, Soonyoung grumbles under his breath, lifting his hand to run it along his neck as you watch him walk away. Your eyes watch sweat run along the tattooed tiger stripes stretching along the length of his back. Furrowing your brows, you feel the first of your tears fall over your cheeks as Soonyoung turns the corner out of your view, leaving you to take a breath of his sour orange scent. 

Wiping his hand across the mirror, Soonyoung takes a breath, able to feel how much clearer his head is. He could feel how much the shower had helped the feverish feeling deplenish. His headache was nothing more than a dull ache behind his eyes now. 

With his towel around his waist, Soonyoung thinks back to the moments before and how harsh he had been to you. He could smell how your scent had soured. He hated that your usual spicy cinnamon scent was taking on a sickly sweet smell in his nose. Not only that but even after he had yelled at you that it hadn’t stopped you from doing things for him, one more sniff of the air told Soonyoung that his breakfast was waiting on him. 

Opening the door to the bedroom, Soonyoung’s eyes move over you as you lay on the bed, legs pulled up towards your stomach. He could see the pout on your pretty lips, even from the bathroom door. What had made him annoyed before now was breaking his heart. 

“Breakfast smells good, Bun.” 

A small hum is all you offer Soonyoung to let him know you knew he was in the room and that you had heard his words. Pursing his lips, the tiger hybrid nods, taking his towel from his hips, grabbing his underwear, pulling them up, and occasionally glancing at you. Normally, you liked to watch him get dressed as much as you liked to watch him undress but today, after the words he had said, you just looked at your phone, lazily scrolling. 

“I—uh…I have a shoot with that one magazine. Artistaire, the one you like so much.” 

Soonyoung watches you nod, your brows raising as you sigh, turning only to pull your pillow down towards your head so you can nuzzle into it. The action causes Soonyoung to pause midway, putting his pants on as he looks at you fondly. You looked so small and pouty and it was his fault. He knew what he needed to do. 

“Bunny…” 

The whine in Soonyoung’s voice makes you close your eyes. You didn’t want him to have an effect on you after he had made you cry earlier. Your bottom lip quivers as you feel the bed sink behind you and then Soonyoung’s arm slides around your waist, his warm palm resting against your stomach as he pulls you back against him. 

“Please don’t be mad at me. I’m so sorry. I’m such an asshole. I dunno what got into me... You can hum all you want. You never bother me.” 

Lips press to the back of your neck and you feel your resolve slipping. Soonyoung groans softly, pressing his nose to the side of your neck and taking in your scent once he feels you relaxing in his arms. He could smell the spice returning to your scent. It was taking everything in him to not let it and the feeling of your soft, warm body against his went straight to his cock. 

“Do you forgive me? Please, baby… I love you so much. I’m an idiot.” 

Soonyoung’s orange scent overwhelmed your senses and your brain. You just nod and let out a soft whine of yes as you feel his fingers kneading against your lower stomach like a cat. You didn’t want him to leave, not when he was holding you like this and touching you like this but you knew he had to. 

“I love you too, Soonyoung. It’s okay… You're—ah, baby, you’re just stressed. Is—it’s okay.” 

Groaning, his sharp teeth scratching at your soft skin, Soonyoung slots his leg between your thighs from behind, feeling the warmth of your pussy on his thigh. You only feel him nod before he curses under his breath, his hand groping over your breast as he turns over on his back to separate himself from you, knowing he can’t stay. 

“I’ll make it up to you tonight. I swear.”

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[shadowskulls-blog]

Carmilla Carmine with gf that was separated before they got married in life, reunite in death bc her gf was trying to steal some weapons and they fight but don’t recognize each other until one of them says something that’s an inside joke then they’re reunited and fluff ensues

Ohhh, yes! I love this. Also, I have read all the wiki's and done my research, so if something is not right....I'm sorry

* sfw, fluff, with a tiny hint of nsfw *

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"You're foolish, you know that?" Carmilla spat at the hooded intruder holding double blades. She came by to do a routine check around the place until she noticed this woman, prying one of the boxes open, trying to steal her guns.

Not only did they get in which, kinda surprised her. But they were still standing against her, her. The most powerful overlord in the pride ring.

"No hard feelings, tall lady. I just like taking a 100 percent off discount on my stuff, " the woman said, flipping the blades in her hands as she stepped back a bit. The light's above showing her cocky grin

Camilla groaned as she started getting annoyed since it was making her remember her past life. She could only stand one person like this. But that was....years ago. But not now. She's not letting someone steal her work without a price or a limb going undone...

"Well, that's not going to happen," Carmilla said as she dashed forward, stepping side to side as she kept her eyes on the hooded woman. watching her closely as she was doing the same. Carmilla manged to get behind as the two of them began they're battle

The hooded woman managed to keep her ground as she blocked off Carmilla's kicks off her by hitting the blades at the angelic armor, Carmilla hummed as she fell to the ground kicking the woman off her feet, the woman yelped out in pain at the aching pain in her ankles and lower legs

Carmilla then zipped back up, grabbing the smaller woman by her neck and knocking the blades out of her hand. The hooded woman grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her hand away but to no avail as Carmilla tightened her grip around the woman's neck

"Heh- ah....guess I lost my way to woman with long legs..." the woman said with a choked chuckle, Carmilla then stopped choking the woman for a moment, a gasp escaping her lips as...

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"I know my way with long-legged woman, don't I, Cammy?"

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"Y/n?" Carmilla questioned as she pinched the woman's hood, hoping it was her wife. They had been separated when she died, but has she finally come back to her. Carmilla pulled the hood up to see they're face but, a new look and everything but still. That's the woman she married long ago and loved for years, even after death

"Cammy? Is that...holy shit ha ha... how did you get more beautiful? and taller, too!" You said with tears forming in your eyes as Carmilla's was the same. Soon, she wrapped her arm around your back and let go of your neck only to hold your face as she pulled you in for a kiss.

Both your lips connected with a smile as you wrapped your arms around her tightly. Both of you then let go, only for you to start giving her cheek kisses.

"My god! How did you get taller while I stayed the same height?" You asked with a chuckle as Carmilla held you in her arms since she kicked the spirt out of your ankles.

"Mi amor, how I have missed you. Didn't expect us to be reunited with a fight, " Carmilla joked as she creased your face gently. You blushed as you held her hand and gave her a heartwarming smile you knew she loved.

"Hey, love works in mysterious ways, does it not?" You said smiling at her as she held you close, after all these years. She'd finally found you, death might have part you both in the living world, but now you both have another life to live out your love in.

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Sorry if it was short. But I hope it was good

#carmilla carmine #carmilla carmine x reader #hazbin hotel

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Out of reasons to love you

requested: Reader realizes that her and Az are mates, but she also knows that Az has feelings for Elain. She made him choose (without him knowing about the bonds). He chose Elain and reader breaks/rejects the bonds. The potential angst this could have omg.

a/n I apologize in advance🫂

Azriel x reader

warnings:pain more pain, blood and did I mention pain?

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Love. What a ravishing thing it can be. One to lift the fallen ones and encourage them to go the distance they never imagined. A power to build. To create. Cherish and worship. Songs, books, and paintings all have a hint of love in them because the inspirational power of it extends itself beyond this world. Yet not enough attention is given to what happens when love isn't answered. When it's crushed under one's feet. Ripped out of one's chest.

You met Azriel when you two were still little. You happen to live next door to his father's house. And screams, even if muffled, didn't go unnoticed by you. You'd slithered out of bed one night, holding a teddy bear in one hand as you climbed down the ivy tree through the window.

That was the first time you saw what happened down in the basement. What horrible things Azriel's father, stepmother, and stepbrothers did. The torture behind the cry you have listened to for weeks now. You ran away the first night, but you couldn't stop thinking about it no matter what you did. So you went back.

Azriel was crying quietly in the corner, his burnt hands trembling. That was all it took for the fear of being caught to vanish. Maybe being so empathetic was going to be your downfall, but the boy looked like he could use some help, and you weren't about to leave him alone. And the moment Azriel turned to you, once he heard you knocking on the little dirt window, everything changed.

Your tiny frame allowed you to squeeze through the open window so you could make your way in and out of the basement. Azriel didn't talk much at first, but you didn't blame him. So you did the talking at the beginning. Bringing him food your mother made, sweets, and tonics for the bruises. Sat by his side in silence. Then, once the burns had healed, you took hold of his hand and held it in yours. Although one thing Azriel was the most thankful for was you massaging and moving his wings. Wings he couldn't use to fly with. Wings, he couldn't even stretch in that horrible place since the basement was way too small for it. If not for you, he would have lost all feeling in them.

Sent by Mother herself. His ray of sunshine. That's what he called you. Azriel feared that you would vanish and walk out on him, but that never happened. No matter what was to come, in one way or another, you found your way back to him. Even the night you two got caught and his father walked in on you cleaning the new cuts he had left on his son's body, you didn't back away.

You stood firmly in front of Azriel, throwing a bottle of tonic at his head as the male inched to move closer. Even if it did nothing, you fought till the moment you were in his grip. Trashing around like a wild animal. That was the night Azriel moved to fight himself. The sight of his father's hands on you. Gripping your body tightly made him roar out in anger, and with a vicious pull, he ripped one of the chains off his hands.

He didn't get to reach you, but it was enough to prove a point. That you had saved that last piece of his soul. That you had managed to keep the fire inside him alive. Shielding it from anything and everything that imposed a threat of putting it out.

That was the night when they brought out the torches again. The night they made you watch as they dipped Azriel's hands in the flames. You cried for Azriel. Azriel cried out of the agony he was in. And you two cried for that last bit of hope you secretly wished for, and it got answered. As two Illyrian soldiers broke through the doors.

They tried to separate you from each other, but it was pointless. The moment the warriors unclasped the chains, even with trembling legs, Azriel stepped closer to you. You didn't have enough strength to hold him up, but you still managed to break his fall just a little. Even with unimaginable pain. Until the moment he went unconscious. He clung to you as if all of his world was made out of you. And even coldhearted warriors didn't find enough strength in themselves to pull the two of you apart. So to the camps, you went.

The first couple of weeks were torturous. They didn't let Azriel heal properly. You tried to fight that decision, but your eagerness only resulted in you earning a harsh slap. So you went on behind their backs. Slipping out at night to find herbs and making different mixtures yourself, as you saw your mother do, all in hopes of keeping infection away from your friend's hands. You warmed each other up during those cold nights, never letting go of one another unless it was necessary.

Things changed when Rhysand came around alongside Cassian. And with that, of course, Rhys's mother, who took both of you in since she appeared to know Azriel's birth mother.

Azriel was beyond protective of you when he brought you alongside him to the house, which the boys were now supposed to share. He kept you behind him, glaring at the other two boys the moment they tried to peek behind Azriel's wings to see you. You were his and his only. The only good thing that had happened to him ever since he entered this world. And on that jealous side of him, he didn't want to share you with anyone else, especially not other males. At times, Azriel didn't realize what all of this meant. Too young to pick and find the meaning of his feelings.

Yet that happiness didn't last long. And that small chunk of time you two used to spend together every day was ripped away from you. When the teenage horniness kicked in and Rhysand's mother wasn't around, it seemed like they would let loose completely. They started to bring females in almost every night. Females who were way older than you and whose bodies had already matured. They looked at you with pity, but you pretended that you didn't see it. You laughed off Cassian, who wiggled his eyebrows every time he tried to sneak in a new female in. Ignored Rhys when he was being clumsy. But it was Azriel's moans that brushed your heart every time you heard them. You were happy for him regardless. Since you never allowed yourself the thought of him loving you. Friends. Perhaps siblings, but never lovers. So the more those nights appeared, the more you found yourself slipping out of the house and sitting outside the camp borders till the sun started rising in the sky.

After endless females came his first-ever love. Love for Rhysand's sister. You still consider it your first true heartbreak. That was the first girl he talked to you about. You and her were great friends, especially since you never really had female friends, and Azriel saw that as an opportunity to understand how her mind worked.

Morgan was next in line. It was clear to you that she had no interest in Azriel, but he seemed oblivious. Oblivious to the point where, for weeks, he ignored you. Convinced that the reason why Mor wasn't giving him a chance was that she thought that you and Azriel were together. So you stepped away like you always did. Stepped away because your love for Azriel was way stronger. Meaning that you were willing to hurt yourself to ensure that he was happy.

The day Azriel found out that Cassian took Mor's maidenhead was the first time you saw him seriously mad about something. So openly mad that he had moved to beat Cassian up. Your attempts to separate them were pointless, but you tended to the bruises afterward without a single complaint.

You wondered what was wrong with you that he didn't see it. Didn't see you. Acting out of a wimp you kissed him that night. You hoped your body and the sounds you made would make him finally see what was right in front of him. Yet this only made the situation worse. The bond had snapped for you that night, and you clung to Azriel like all your life depended on it, but the moment you two caught your breaths, Azriel walked away.

You had never told him that that was your first time. That you were glad that it was him. That's how you always wanted it to be. Gods, and most importantly, you didn't tell him anything about the bond.

When Elain came around, the last drops of wishful thinking vanished in an instant. Azriel was infatuated with her. Even if you tried to be discreet while being around them, you didn't need to hear it to know what was happening inside his heart. He still seek you out when he was hurt and needed comfort, but he never stayed long enough to warm your bed. In all honesty, he only did this when there was no one else who wanted to warm his bed.

And gods know you tried to give him a hint. You tried to tell him that you loved him. That you two were bound by a bond of all things. The bond he so desperately wanted to find. But if, after so many years, he had no clue about it, what realistic chance did you stand?

You were sitting in your room with a cup of tea warming your hands as the doors to your bedroom opened and Azriel walked in. You didn't need to study him long to see that he must have faced some sort of trouble since his face was bruised. The shadow singer simply sat down on one of the chairs before moving to undo his leathers, but you didn't move.

"I think the end of an arrow is still in my shoulder," he said, voice calm as he spoke. This was a typical thing for you two. He found comfort in your presence, and you found comfort in knowing that he was well, but you didn't move an inch this time. "Y/N," Azriel said, trying to get your attention, but all you did was stare at the wall in front of you.

"What am I to you?", Azriel let out a muffled laugh, scanning your frame. You knew that he was silently questioning your timing in bringing this question up. You had voiced your feelings once to him. You told him that you felt mistreated and neglected by him, but that changed nothing.

"Can we deal with the arrow first and then talk about this?", "No, we can't," you turned your back to him, "We can't because I'm tired of being your rag doll. I have feelings too, you know." Your eyes were stinging already, and you hated yourself for being this emotional.

"Why are you treating me like this, Azriel? Can't you see how I feel about you?", your eyes desperately searched for any glimpse of understanding, anything that would make you realize how he felt. But he only ran a hand through his hair. "Are you going to help me with this or do I need to find someone else to help me?" Those words pierced right through your heart, and you felt your bottom lip trembling. Azriel lingered for a moment before he walked out of your room, slamming the door.

Sleep didn't find you all night long, and with the early morning light, you made your way out of the house. "What a pleasant surprise!", the day court was gleaming with light, but it only made you sulk more. The smile on Helion's face not helping the case much as well. "I need your help," you stated blandly. You two had worked together for some time when Rhys assigned you to conduct several kinds of research in one of Helion's libraries.

"Ask away," he said sheepishly, tilting his head to the side, "How do I get rid of a bond and don't give me that stupid bullshit." You knew you were in no position to order him around but secretly hoped that those couple of times you had slept with him would give you the answer you needed.

"You can reject...," you gave the high lord a disappointed look, "I don't want to reject it; I want to break it."

Helion knew about your bond with Azriel. Knew that none of the sweet words you spoke to him meant anything. That they were all for the shadow singer, "Hun, you can get yourself killed", "Does it look to you like I care?", you knew that you looked a mess. You were sure your face was dull, eyes sunken in and puffy from all the crying, "You can help me, or I'll do it myself".

Drawing shapes on the marble floor felt wrong in a way. But you didn't stop; the book of spells that Helion gave you was firmly clenched in the other hand. You had collected all that you needed. One thing that represented you. One thing to ground you. One thing to break the bond. And one thing you had lost. All you needed now was a drop of Azriel's blood, and everything would be complete. You knew that all of them were having dinner upstairs. So with a dagger firmly held in your hands, you made your way up.

You shouldn't have stopped to look at them all. That was a mistake. You didn't need to ask or hear it. It was enough to see the way Azriel sat next to Elain, his eyes never leaving her, to know that she was the one that he chose. One of many that had replaced you.

"Y/N, dear, how nice of you to join us." Rhys's voice made you jump slightly, but you managed to smile as you walked inside. Cassian gave you a sad look, brushing his fingers along your upper arm as you walked past him as if he were trying to support you, noticing the lack of life in your features, "Not for long," you mutter under your breath. Swiftly cutting Azriel's arm, followed by your fingers, which brush alongside his blood. And then you're off, running out of the dining room and down the stairs. Cutting your palm while you're at it. A breath of relief when you see the wooden door. Stepping between the white lines and quickly pressing your hands to the still empty places. Closing your eyes, you started mumbling the spell Helion told you to memorize.

You could hear the doors being opened and voices filling the space. Azriel was quick to try and reach for you, but Rhys stops him instantly: "You can't cross that." That's when his eyes took in the sight in front of him and his heart broke a little. But some mystical breeze killed the lights of all the candles before the circle you sat in started to glow.

"What are you doing, YN?", Azriel asks, trying to step closer, but his brothers kept holding onto him. You lifted your eyes to look at him, and it was like he had seen you for the first time like he finally could read the pain inside you.

"I'm letting you go," Azriel shook his head, still unsure about what you were on about. Din not understand till the sharpest pain ripped through his chest, sending him down to his knees.

"I gave you everything. I tried to be everything for you, but I was never good enough," you cried out, blood slowly starting to run out of your eyes as you gazed at him.

"But I ran out of reasons to love you, Azriel, and you refused to get to know me, so I'm letting you go," you continued to mumble the rest of the spell. Azriel's screams ripped through the room, and Rhys could only do so much to take some of the pain away.

"Don't Y/N, I... Don't break it", Rhys mumbled now caught on to what was happening, "Break?", Azriel asked through painful breaths, "You knew? Y/N...".

A bitter laugh escapes your lips as your body begins to shake, "Almost five hundred, and you're only figuring it out now", you said sadly.

The thread between you starts to glow. Now visible for everyone to see. Azriel wailed again, and this time your painful screams joined him. And the light began to dim before cracks appeared throughout the thread. Your eyes meet Azriel's, and it felt like you have finally seen him after years of searching for a man you had fallen for.

But then an unimaginable silence filled the room. The silence that sands your hands up so you could cover your ears as blood seeped out of them. Silence, with the sound of a needle falling. Like a drop of water hitting the surface. The bond broke. Shattering into a million pieces. The holler that left Azriel's chest sent the whole place trembling, and then the silence returned. Azriel's body gave up, sending him to the floor. Not even Cassian and Rhys managed to hold him up. His breaths were uneven and his body shaking, but he still turned his head to look at you.

You. Who was laying in the pool of your own blood. You who he could no longer feel. You were the one who had taken his heart. You who he hurt because he had loved you too deeply. You who had died because Azriel was too afraid to admit that it had always been you. It's been you ever since you jumped into that little basement and offered him your teddy bear. You.

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All acotar writing: @brekkershadowsinger @cityofidek

#azriel x reader #rhys x reader #cassian x reader #acotar imagine #azriel x you #acotar x reader

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Stories of the Sky People

Sully Family x GN!Dream Walker Reader (Platonic) | Word Count: 1209 Words

Synopsis: Tasked with watching the Sully kids while Jake and Neytiri are away leads (Y/n) to recite the ‘Ugly Duckling’ story by Hans Christian Anderson, one of their favourite stories back on Earth to keep the kids occupied until their parent return.

The reader is the same age as Jake.

I never knew my life would turn out like this, taken in by a world many light years away from my birthplace. I have finally found my place amongst the people of Pandora. In particular. In the embrace of the Sully family.

Back on Earth Jake and I were both marines. Him an ex-soldier since he became paralysed. And me? I was a Captain yet also resigned alongside Jake when I lost my leg from a mine.

It was tough for the both of us. But our injuries bound us together through the worst times in our lives. We quickly became like siblings to each other, and we mourned together when we got news that Tom was killed in action. That was when we were both requested to join the Avatar program. They needed Jake to pilot Tom’s avatar and my own avatar was approved to begin the growing process since they deemed me a suitable candidate to gain information on the Na’vi.

We had nothing left to loose, so we signed the papers without hesitation and began our new lives.

That leaves us with today, I sat in the family home with Tuktiery in my lap. Kiri sitting to my left, Lo’ak to my right, Neteyam sitting cross legged in front of me and Spider laid beside Neteyam. I was one their own, like an Auntie/Uncle to the young Na’vi. I made jokes and orchestrated pranks on their Father just to see Jake flick me the finger as we all ran from the scene of the crime.

“So, what happened then?” Tuk gasped her yellow eyes wide with wonder.

“The Mother duck came to realise that one of her babies didn’t look like the rest, they were grey and much larger than their tiny yellow siblings. Yet that didn’t matter to her. She leads all the babies into the water watching them swim along with her, even the grey baby. The mother was happy that her grey baby swam like the rest and thought to herself “Why, that's no turkey," she said. "See how nicely he uses his legs, and how straight he holds himself. He's my very own son after all, and quite good-looking if you look at him properly. Quack, quack come with me. I'll lead you out into the world and introduce you to the duck yard.” My quaking impression got a chuckle out of the kids as my smile also grew at their happiness.

All the Sully Children were wrapped up in the story, maybe it resonated with them in a sense. Being half human and half Na’vi, well in Spider’s case, a human amongst the Na’vi. Feeling like an outlier in their clan.

“The Mother duck’s friends complimented all of her children yet insulted the grey duckling, the grey duckling was pecked at and shunned by all the different animals, the other ducks, the hens, the humans. So, when he grew up, he left.”

A gasp left the five children at this twist.

“Oh no! Poor grey duckling!” Tuk whimpered. I ran my hand up and down her back in a comforting manner.

“The story isn’t over yet Tuk.” I stated with a smile as I continued, “The grey duckling flew away from his Mother, sick of the treatment from all the other animals. He then found his way to a lake that had elegant white swans. The grey duckling said to himself "I shall fly near these royal birds, and they will peck me to bits because I, who am so very ugly, dare to go near them. But I don't care. Better be killed by them than to be nipped by the ducks, pecked by the hens, kicked about by the hen-yard girl, or suffer such misery in winter."

“The poor grey duckling thought himself as ugly because that was all anyone, but his mother had told him. But in fact, he was quite wrong. As he lands in the clear waters exclaiming to the beautiful swans to kill him, he bowed his head and caught his reflection. He was no longer the reflection of a clumsy, dirty, grey bird. He himself was a swan! Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.”

“He was praised by the other swans and the other animals of the yard. He felt so very happy, but he wasn't at all proud, for a good heart never grows proud. He thought about how he had been persecuted and scorned, and now he heard them all call him the most beautiful of all beautiful birds. He sang out "I never dreamed there could be so much happiness, when I was the ugly duckling."

“Awwwwww~” Kiri cooed, “I’m glad the duck- I mean swan had a happy ending.”

Tuktiery had a big smile on her face as the conclusion of the story. Neteyam had a warm look in his eyes and Lo’ak lent back on his hands with a smile on his own face. Spider has a grin on his as he looked to the woven floors.

“I loved that story when I was little, Mum used to read it to me every night” Jake stated with a warm smile recalling his memories, as he entered the home alongside Neytiri. I gesture to them ‘I see you’ and the kids quickly follow suit, as Jake and Neytiri sign back.

“Got into any trouble when we were gone (Y/n)?” Neytiri asked with a smirk on her face.

I gasp in mock horror. “Me Neytiri? Never” I said with my own smirk. “I was just telling the kids some of the stories from Earth.”

“Yes Mum! (Y/n) always has cool stories from the sky!” Tuktiery excitedly stated, yet stifling a yawn.

“Earth, baby. We came from Earth.” I correct.

“Yeah, Earth!” Tuk giggled.

“That was a wonderful story (Y/n), thank you for sharing it with us” Neteyam thanked with a warm smile and nod.

“No worries Neteyam, anytime.” I smile as I lean forward to ruffle his hair dragging a laugh from him.

“I think it’s time for bed, I think” Jake says as he watches Tuk drift in and out of sleep in my arm. This gets a hum of acknowledgement from Neytiri and I as we all move into bed. Jake gently pries Tuk from my arms as she settles quickly into her Father’s arms. Jake lays down in the middle, Neytiri to his right and me to the left. Kiri curls up by my side as Neteyam cuddles with his Mum and Spider wedges his way in-between Jake and I, that’s when Lo’ak decided to lounge across everyone gaining a groan from all of us.

“Lo’ak move your butt!” Spider groans and he kicks Lo’ak in the shin.

“Owwwww! Spider lay off!” Lo’ak wines yet doesn’t move an inch.

“Enough boys!” Jake scolds through his teeth, trying to keep Tuktiery asleep. That was enough to get Lo’ak to move and let poor Spider breathe.

“Sleep.” Neytiri states with her eyes shut.

I could only smile at Neytiri’s blunt parenting style.

“Sweet dreams everyone.” I murmur.

“Goodnight.” The Sully’s reply before we all fell into the embrace of sleep.

I would do anything to protect this family.

#Sully family x reader #ATWOW #avatar the way of water #avatar #James Cameron #Dreamwalker #2009 #Jake #Neytiri #Neteyam #Kiri #Spider #Lo'ak #Tuktiery #Navi #Na'vi #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #found family #Sully #Sully kids

[bby-deerling]

Hello !! <3 congrats on 250 followers!! 🫶 you definitely deserve it! (And all the love in the world!)

If you’re taking requests for the event, would it be alright for Sanji with the “Will you be there?” Prompt? I just personally thought it was fitting for him , especially if reader felt the same insecurities- finding comfort with each other’s true feelings ^_^ or however you wanna do it! Just wanna give the prince all the love <3

Thank u!! Have a good day and congrats again !

this request was so cute and i got a bit carried away with it!! i hope you enjoy, lovely anon! <3

sanji + will you be there (sfw, gn!reader)

wc: 1.1k, masterlist

cw: discussions of trauma, references to past abuse, dissociation, this was lowkey therapeutic to write, angst with a happy ending

Bathed solely in the soft, orange glow of his lighter, Sanji briefly appeared to you as a deeply melancholic piece of performance art, burning up in the flames of his pain.  Face twisted into a grimace, you don’t miss the way his hand trembles as he lights his cigarette, causing the tiny flame to wobble in the wind.  Your heartstrings pull in different directions, both sympathetic to his anguish and curiously admiring the rare opportunity to observe him raw and without airs or pretense.  When you cautiously sit beside him, he’s almost hollow, drifting on the edge between reliving a memory locked behind his stormy eyes and the overwhelming, visceral sensation of being alive.  His emotional state is by no means foreign to you, and your heart shatters knowing he’s doomed to suffer the same twisted fate as you, never truly able to put the past behind him.

For once, he finds himself too distracted, too lost in his head to fawn over you, simply acknowledging your presence beside him with a polite nod; you’re not even certain he registers that it’s you who is near him.  His sigh is shaky as he exhales a cloud of smoke that hangs in the air, refusing to abandon him and drift away into the night.

“Sanji, are you alright?” you ask gently, careful to keep your tone quiet, calm, and laced with honey.  He stiffens, slightly surprised as your voice abruptly pulls him out of his mind.

He lets out a deep exhale that causes his thin frame to rustle in the wind.  “I’m alright, dear.  There’s no need to worry about me.” he lies.  You try to hide the disappointment in your eyes as he pulls his walls back up, but he catches it flashing across your eyes.  Looking away, he inhales a deep drag, relishing the feeling of the smoke strangling his lungs before telling you he was simply thinking about home.

“You missing Zeff?  I’m sure he’s thinking of you too—” you start, before your reassurance is harshly cut off.

“No.  Before Zeff.” Sanji winces at his tone, not meaning to be so cold with you; the bitterness of his memories of his early childhood had inadvertently worked its way into his throat and coated his tongue.

You take a deep breath and approach the situation gingerly, wanting to comfort him without overstepping.  “I’m here if you need me, whatever that may look like.” you say; your hand nearly reaches for his, but remembering your own aversion to touch in these states, you hold back, not wanting to further agitate or distress him.

Too shaken up for words, he silently fishes in his pocket for a cigarette, and places it between two of your fingers.  Cupping the flame of his lighter with one hand and lighting your cigarette with the other, you admire the way the warm light dances on his face, silently wishing you could do something to heal the dead, distant look in his eyes.

There is a slightly uncomfortable stillness between the two of you, to the point where the only sound filling your ears is the gentle rocking of the ship and the sharp inhales and exhales you make as you smoke.  The blanket of the stars above nearly smothers you with its silence, and you barely wince at the feeling of hot ash floating from the end of your cigarette and settling on the top of your foot.

“Careful.” he mumbles, gently grasping your wrist and hovering your hand over his ash tray.  Turning pink at the touch, you softly tap the barrel of your cigarette, and watch the grey, snow-like ash settle on the ceramic dish. 

“Weak.  I can’t even protect you from your own cigarette.” he says under his breath, not conscious of the fact it was spoken aloud.  At any other time, you would chastise him for being so dramatic, but you sense a deeper undercurrent of pain behind his words, and simply hold space for him to continue if he wishes.

He remains silent for quite a while, opting to puff away on his cigarette instead.  Sanji becomes more unglued by the second; his anxiety is palpable, radiating off his body in electric waves as he begins to bounce his knee.

“Everyone acts like it’s so normal, so natural for your parents to love you.  No one prepares you for the pain when you disappoint them so deeply you can’t ever recover.” he whispers; you aren’t entirely sure if his confession is for you or the wind, but it resonates with you deeply. 

Sanji had spoken nothing but kind words about his mother in passing, so you had more than an inkling he was speaking about his father, whom he took great care to never mention, or even allude to.  Your heartbeat stutters, feeling a wave of familiar pain wash over you like a cold bucket of water at the thought of the look of disappointment on your own father’s face as you tell Sanji the words you tried so deeply to internalize for yourself.

“To love someone, you have to know someone—truly know them.  Anyone disappointed in you couldn’t possibly know you, even the slightest bit.  I know the words hurt like a knife, but they aren’t worth holding onto. Not when they come from someone so careless and unobservant.” you say, hands shaking now that you were thinking of your own childhood, and from fear of overstepping and hurting Sanji even more with your advice.  Your trembling body settles slightly when you see a warmth behind his eyes, and a soft hopeful smile on his face.

He puts the remnant of his cigarette out in the tray—yours has been long discarded.  “You really mean that, dear?” he asks, tilting his body towards you and giving you the eye contact he had been depriving you of thus far.

You nod, smiling in relief at the light returning behind his eyes.  “Of course I do, Sanji.  You’re incredibly intelligent, beyond generous, sweet, chivalrous, and strong.  You’re a safe, comfortable place on a rough sea, and I—"

Words cut off by his hands cupping your face and pulling your lips into his, you let out a muffled gasp in surprise.  His eyes are misty when he pulls away, a mixed bag of emotions plastered on his face.

“I’m so sorry, I just—”

You don’t give him time to respond before crashing your lips back onto his; passionate, messy, and emotional, the kiss is nearly as hot as the feeling of his teardrops splattering against your cheek.  Tongue swiping across your bottom lip, he soaks in everything you have to offer him, feeling his mind pulled out from the darkness and into the dizzying heaven of your lips.

“I adore you, Sanji.” you mumble into his lips, praying he can still understand your words between frenzied kisses.

He tries to reply, but his silver tongue is dried up, unable to adequately describe how grateful he is for you in this moment.

He slips it in your mouth instead and hopes you understand the message.

#one piece x reader #x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #one piece scenario #poured my entire chest into this ive been going through it #this little meow meow boy was built for angst #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji x you

[heavywithourbabies]

“I’m a well-educated graduate student…. I shouldn’t be doing this” You thought to yourself, and not for the first time. Your breath was ragged and your whole body was slick with sweat. There were always a few moments of clarity after the first orgasm and in those few and very brief moments you would try to take stock of the situation. The situation which seemed to be …… “Fucked. I’m fucked.” With the clarity there would be the onslaught of guilt and shame. The overwhelming sense of disappointment in yourself. It was all consuming. “NO! I can fix this! I CAN FIX THIS!” You couldn’t allow the self-pity to swallow you whole. “All I need to do is….. is….” The thrusting had stop. Without warning you were flipped on your back. “How is he this strong?! He doesn’t look like he….” Your thighs were parted and you felt the familiar hot breath nearing your lips.

This is how it would go almost every time.

You were manhandled and used. Always with force and with an animalistic intensity. Never asked. Always taken. It was the reason you were in this…. situation. You were caught off guard by the direct approach. The goofy nature and warm smile. How easily you would laugh. At the time it seemed harmless. Truth be told you weren’t expecting much the first time it happened. But the second your legs were open it was day and night. Jekyll and Hyde. “Fucking sexual wolfman!” You laughed after a number of full body orgasms. It didn’t seem that funny now or that far off. Sweet and caring one second. Depraved and ravenous the next. “I’m a well-educated woman…. why did I keep letting him…” A sudden tiny kick in your belly brought you to your senses. You went to comfort the baby with your hand rubbing the taut skin o f your belly. If his twin brother woke up now you wouldn’t get any sleep.

You looked down at yourself and almost wanted to cry. You had always held a bit of pride in your curves but now they were everywhere. Dominating every inch of your body. Your breasts huge, heavy, and swollen with milk. Your nipples dully aching as the pressure continued to build. Your hips sore and worn out from the extra burden placed on them. Your belly hanging massively off your frame and low. the strain on your back was unbelievable. You could barely see him past your belly as he continued to tease you. You could feel his forehead resting on the underside of your belly. You had plans. A life. A good career. It was all right in front of you. But for some reason when this man came in you, you lost all reason and logic. He wanted you bred. And he didn’t stop until you were swelling with his babies. Now with the constant rush of hormones running through your system you didn’t stand a chance. As his warm tongue ran over the puffy and thickened lips of your sex you saw a glimpse of your future with him. He would bring you constant pleasure but you would be reduced to nothing more than a baby factory. Perpetually gravid with a baby in your belly. Your only purpose to take his seed and to labor his children into the world. Nothing more.

“I’m not a fucking brood mare!” You almost yelled aloud. Until he gently started lapping on your engorged clit. You began to try and buck your hips for more but the weight of my babies held you down. Your whimpers were music to his ears when you were like this. He brought himself up and began to slowly thrust his cock inside of you. The belly he gave you rocking up and down. “You’re a bred woman now” he teased. He saw one of his babies kick you and you winced. He started thrusting harder.

[creedslove]

DESERVE IT - PART NINE

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: the morning after you spent the night with Javi arrives and you both need to deal with what happens next

Warnings: fluff, like so much fluff you will die of fluff, domestic!Javi, romantic!Javi, arguments, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: if you guys want some romance, get ready because you are about to have it!!!!

• PART ONE

• PART TWO

• PART THREE

• PART FOUR

• PART FIVE

• PART SIX

• PART SEVEN

• PART EIGHT

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For the past couple of months, every time Javier would lie his head on his pillow and try to get to sleep, he thought of Manuel Herrera and how that cabrón was the luckiest motherfucker in the world. To Javi, Manu was a mediocre cop, there were worse cops than him, and there were better cops than him. His grades weren't the best, and he didn't graduate with all the honors, Javier found out when he convinced Colleen to access his personal file and hand it over to him. He wanted to know everything about the man, all the good and all the dirt, because there was no way in hell he would sit down with his arms crossed and let you get involved with someone he didn't know. You didn't want anything to do with him, was one thing. He couldn't interfere, he couldn't force you into taking any other choice, but the least he could do was to make sure you were safe with your new man.

Javier spent days talking to his peers. He was gathering as much information on Manu as possible but still, he couldn't find anything. He didn't find any dirt, any gossip, not even when he tried running his name through the brothels, he couldn't get one single piece of information. It seemed you'd found yourself a good guy and he thought he could never compete with that. It was time for him to accept that Manu was a better man in every aspect than him. Unlike him, Manu wasn't a dirty cop, he didn't have agreements with Los Pepes, he wasn't the most known cop in Colombia's whorehouses and above all, Manu had you, while Javi could only dream of that. Your face was the last thing he saw before sleeping and that first thing that came to his mind when he woke up.

Even though he told himself he was fine with you moving on, he wasn't. He couldn't really accept the fact you were with someone else, of course he didn't really have a choice but his heart was broken.

While you kept your distance from him it'd been somewhat easier, but the moment he had to face you across the hall, making that much of a noise for another man, it really hit him: he'd lost you and there was no turning back.

Javi felt a pure rage like nothing hit him before. He felt betrayed, he felt someone had stolen from him and he couldn't bear being near you if you weren't his.

So he went out to drink, but when the morning came, he had to face you at Steve's barbecue, which was a mixture that shouldn't have happened.

And that was why you had argued, and for the first time you had admitted your feelings for him, he knew it, in fact, pretty much everybody knew it, but hearing you say you were once in love with him made him realize the mistake he'd made.

He loved you, and you used to love him, and due to a matter of time, place and stupidity, you couldn't be together anymore.

So Javier went after trouble and he got it, the sicario didn't miss one single punch and Javi went back to his senses, he was coughing blood and limping his way through the hallway.

And then you showed up, looking like an angel, sent from heaven, just to help him, with your grace and kindness.

And right then, without expecting anything in return you were there for him, after everything bad he'd done. After all the pain he made you go through you were still there.

He felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest with love.

He had it bad for you, he was in very deep.

For the first time in his life, Javier Peña admitted to himself he felt truly and deeply in love.

If he didn't know any better, he would've fallen to his knees, begged you for forgiveness for everything bad he'd ever put you through and he would have to control himself not to beg you to be his wife.

Because from that moment you sat on his lap, through the moment you sat on his face and he finally tasted your sweet honey, so addictive and intoxicating, to the moment you finally fell asleep in his arms, the only thing that crossed Javier's mind was making you his forever.

He hadn't planned on touching you, he wanted to show you he wasn't looking after sex, he wanted you to see he lingered your presence, he craved your affection, he just wanted to fall asleep feeling safe and happy for the first time in years, but you'd kissed him, and from that moment on, the two of you couldn't stop. The way you wanted him, the way you touched him after he'd brought you to your orgasm, showed him you desired him as much as he desired you. It wasn't just love, just affection, and it wasn't just sexual attraction either. It was all those things combine, the whole package, suddenly, after a lifetime of seeing himself as a lonely guy, unable to have lasting relationships or intimacy, after all that time of accepting he would never settle down like everyone else did around him, he realized maybe, just maybe he had a chance to do that. It was what he'd ever heard of and for a long period he assumed it was just bullshit, he thought it wasn't more than cheap plots for movies and soap operas because he never thought loving someone like that could be real.

Javier had heard his pa talking about it whenever he mentioned his ma, and though he did believe his parents had such a beautiful love story, he was sure that kind of thing wouldn't happen to him. He just wasn't the guy for it, no one that left his bride waiting at the altar would be worth of being loved by any other women.

When the realization of that hit him, it felt something inside of Javier had died and he only looked for women when he needed sexual satisfaction, at first they were hookups he would pick up at bars, but as soon as he learned his way around informants in Colombia, he turned to hookers as well, he would pay them for information and only information, until one of them asked him why he wouldn't enjoy the rest of the time if he'd paid for the full hour. And after that, he was doomed.

It was an endless parade of nameless, faceless and heartless women, because he never remembered any of these features, though he was always respectful towards them, they were just a means to an end and that was it.

He'd lived his life like that, tricking himself. He was somewhat happy or pleased by it, until you came into the picture. And that rocked his little world.

You'd put him under your spell, and as much as he tried fighting you as hard as he could, now that he'd had a taste of you, he'd surrendered completely. He didn't want anything else in life, but you.

So when you fell asleep in his arms, he realized for the first time in months he didn't have to picture your face before sleeping in hopes of dreaming of you, because you were right there, in his arms, the place Javier Peña never wanted you to leave.

Morning came too fast, and with that, a heavy weight placed itself in his chest. He knew his time with you was almost over, but the scene he woke up to prevented him from getting upset, as the first view that came to his eyes was you lying naked in his bed, on top of him.

Javi could swear his heart ached at the sight of you. You were so gorgeous, too good for him, but he loved how your body weighed against his, your skin and how soft it felt.

He buried his face into your hair and inhaled your delicious scent. He allowed himself to relax and made sure you were covered so he could close his eyes and go back to sleep.

When someone banged on the door repeatedly. Javi immediately groaned and rolled his eyes, a lot of possibilities crossing his mind.

What if it was Manu? What if somehow he found out his girlfriend had spent the night over? Of course it wouldn't be the first time Javier would have to face an angry boyfriend or even an angry husband after a lay, but you weren't just a lay, you were his now, Javier felt he had you and the only one who could say otherwise was you. If you wanted to go back to Manu afterwards he would just pick up the pieces of his heart and keep on living his miserable life, but if you chose him over your boyfriend, you were about to own him, because Javi had accepted he wanted to be tamed by you.

His blood ran cold when he realized it could be one of the prostitutes he hired, technically they would have no reasons to knock on his door on a Sunday morning but anxiety still crept up because things were just going too good for him, what if one of them showed up at his door, asking him for any favor and giving you those eyes that in another time would make him weak at the knees, you would certainly be pissed off, and he would have no other way to get you back. He sighed and thought of closing his eyes one more time and ignore the noise, but another bang on the door caught his attention.

"Damn Peña, wake up!!!!" Steve said in a loud voice as he was getting impatient at the amount of time he'd been trying to get Javier out of his apartment.

Javi felt relief and carefully rolled you to your side of the bed, before jumping off it, just putting on his jeans - with no underwear at all - and opened the door.

Steve raised his eyebrow and looked at him before rolling his eyes.

"They called from the office, we got a lead on La Quica, I give you one hour to get ready and meet me by the car or I'm going alone" he said impatiently and saw as Javi nodded.

Steve closed his arms and scoffed.

"And for the record, the lady friends you used to bring home weren't as loud as the one from last night… We fucking heard her from our apartment, Connie got pissed" he said "no wonder Y/N hates your guts" he shook his head and walked away.

Javi took a deep breath, to control his anger at Steve's harsh words and closed the door

"Fucking hillbilly" he mumbled under his breath and was surprised when two arms wrapped around his body.

You chuckled at their interaction and kissed his neck and then all over his broad shoulder.

"So Steve thought I was one of your hookers?" You raised your eyebrow as he turned around and placed his hands on your waist

"He's a dick, hermosa, don't mind him" his voice was nothing but a low purr as his thumb caressed your skin. Javier took a good look at you, loving to see you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts you found discarded in his bedroom. It barely covered your modesty but you didn't care, it felt so good to be wearing his shirt, it was not a big deal, but at the same time it represented an intimate act.

You shook your head and bit your lips to hide your smile "well, Steve wasn't wrong though, I guess I made a lot of noise" you chuckled and squealed when Javier's hand gripped your ass cheeks and lifted you up, you laughed excitedly and immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing you against the wall for a kiss.

You gripped his hair and looked at him

"Morning, hermoso" you winked and giggled at his surprised expression of being called that way.

He chuckled and sustained your weight once more, carrying you to the kitchen and placing you on the counter.

"I'll make us some breakfast, you heard Steve, we only have one hour" he winked at you and began preparing everything as you watched him.

That was an image you could definitely get used to, domestic, shirtless and bed haired Javier Peña cooking you breakfast. You admired the way the outline of his muscles were visible each time he moved around. You bit your lips and let yourself be taken back to the night before, when Javi still drunk, hurt and feverish, low-key proposed to you. How he'd talked about a life you would share as a couple, as a married couple, as if he'd already planned things. Of course he didn't mean any of that, you were sure, but it had felt so good to allow yourself to dream, for a least a second, pretend it could happen, it could work. It just made you so happy and warm on the inside to picture yourself as his wife. Maybe living in the ranch he'd mentioned, you both with easy jobs, nothing traumatic or stressful, just living your lives together among nature, animals and happiness, until baby Peña came along…

"Y/N?" Javi asked you, seeing your mind was far away, but he needed to get you back into reality, at least for breakfast.

You looked at him surprised, you hadn't realized you were so distracted.

He pointed at the two big plates he was carrying, one of them with pancakes and the other one with scrambled eggs, because he knew you liked them both.

You giggled and jumped off the counter, walking to the table and deciding to sit on his lap.

You had already cheated on your boyfriend, done some kinky shit with Javier, you figured having breakfast all over him wouldn't change your status to a worse person than you already were.

He chuckled and rested his arm on your thighs, silently enjoying your closeness.

You checked on his bruise and saw it was darker than the night before, but he didn't seem to be in as much pain as he was.

"So, I'll go with Steve after the lead on La Quica and you can stay if you want, cariño… there's not much you can do to entertain yourself but if you'd like to hang out you're more than welcome…"

You looked down at your own hands and sighed, as a sudden wave of guilt hit you.

As much as you'd love to stay and explore Javi's entire apartment, you knew you had to talk to Manu as quickly as possible.

Javier got the demeanor of your behavior and bit the side of his lips, taking a deep breath and nodding silently.

"I have something to do, I'm sorry Javi…"

There it was. The goodbye he had dreaded from the beginning, he had to give in and admit that for a second, he really didn't think it would happen, maybe he was reading too much into your behavior or maybe he had just been too hopeful for the development of the relationship you two could have, but of course, it was just too good for him. He should've known better than to have high hopes.

You looked into his eyes, he was staring at his plate, silently as he chewed slowly and sipped his coffee.

"I need to talk to Manu, what happened last night… between you and me… it was wrong, it shouldn't have happened…"

"Do you regret it?"

"What?"

"Last night. Do you regret it, Y/N? Yes or no?" He cut you off, needing to know, he wanted to know if you were misleading him or if you'd been honest, as honest as he was with you.

"I cheated on my boyfriend, Javi… but no, I don't regret it, I can't lie to you nor to myself, I don't regret it at all, and I would do everything again, in fact, I want to do everything again…" you admitted and placed his hand closer to your inner thigh.

Relief poured all over his body and allowed himself to go soft, his muscles relaxed and he realized he'd been slightly rude to you.

"Sorry cariño…" he kissed your shoulder and you nodded.

"I'll break up with Manu, Javi… I can't be with him anymore, I don't love him, I never did, and what happened between us, it made me realize I don't wanna live a lie, I can't do this to him, it's not fair, and it's not fair to me either, and it's not fair to you" you sighed and watched as he remained silent.

"Can I see you tonight again?" Javier nodded at your question and stroked your thighs "my place?" He shook his head "your place?" Another negative sign. You frowned and felt a small anxiety in your chest.

Javier laughed and held your chin between his fingers "I'll take you out on a date, a real, proper date…" he said "because you deserve it, you ain't just any woman, you're mine now, Y/N… you're my hermosa, my muñequita, you're mi amor" he said as his heart raced with anxiety, he knew he'd been too forward and he feared it would scare you away. He just hadn't done that in so long, to him, relationships were resumed to either picking up a girl at a bar and bringing her home or hiring another for an hour or two and that was it, so now, he was still getting used to it again, he didn't know if his moves were still good enough or if he was just embarrassing himself in front of you. All he wanted to do was not screw this up this time.

Your heart also skipped a beat, he'd called you mi amor as a pet name many times, but for the first time, it felt like he meant it. You smiled and you were about to reply when another sudden bang on the door interrupted you.

"I swear to God, Peña, if you aren't ready yet I'll personally ask Messina to fire you" Steve's screaming voice came from the other side of the door.

You immediately got off Javi's lap and handed him a shirt. He put it on and grabbed his wallet, car keys, sunglasses and turned around, facing you once "I'll pick you up tonight, as 8 PM" He said and leaned in for a quick peck on the lips, but you held his face between your hands "take care, mi amor" you whispered against his lips and noticed his dumbfounded expression as he exited the apartment - being careful enough when opening the door so Steve wouldn't be able to see you there.

As you were left alone in Javi's apartment, you didn't know what to do with yourself. You were giggly, excited, and it felt like you had just been invited to prom, as pure happiness flooded you to think of going on a date with him. His words, not yours.

It was Sunday and you had so many hours to kill and though you still needed to be honest with Manu, you didn't actually want to think of that.

Instead, you scanned Javi's place, realizing you could explore it as much as you'd like, taking your time and even snooping around a little.

But you decided to start by doing the breakfast dishes. You figured you would keep your mind busy while you left everything organized. It was sweet enough he made you breakfast so it would only be fair if you didn't leave a mess behind. As you washed the plates and cups of coffee, you thought of the night you spent together. Funny how only 24 hours ago you were still angry with Javier, if someone had told you just a day later you'd be more excited than a schoolgirl to go out with him, you'd call them crazy.

But you just couldn't even see him hurt like that, you had a real bad feeling about the whole Los Pepes deal when you found out, your worst fear was Javier ending up killed by them, it was enough to bring you nightmares, so you always avoided even thinking of that. The moment you saw him so vulnerable, so hurt, you just couldn't turn your back to him, you needed to be there, to show him things would be alright because he wasn't alone, and one thing led to another to the point you just couldn't hide it anymore. You were madly in love with him.

You smiled at yourself and moved to his bedroom, just a couple of hours ago you two were tangled in that bed, as if you were only one. You'd slept so well you couldn't even remember the last time you didn't wake up in the middle of the night, Javi's presence was so soothing, it felt right, and when things feel right no matter if they are wrong, they still make you happy.

You knew you were wrong, you shouldn't have done what you did to your boyfriend, he didn't deserve it and if it had been the other way around, you would've been crushed. You couldn't make things right to Manu, but you owed him honesty. So you'd made up your mind to go after him and explain why you shouldn't be together anymore. You couldn't undo the damage done to him, but you didn't know exactly what you'd tell him. You couldn't just throw Javier under the bus, after Carlos, you couldn't let your guard down, even if Manu wasn't a psycho who would try to kill you, you couldn't afford being involved in yet another office scandal concerning private relationships.

But just because Manu was respectful of you, it didn't mean he wouldn't take it out on Javi, after all, he never literally liked Javier before, for once because of his infamous reputation and also for the time their departments had a feud in one of the cases.

You sighed, making the bed as thinking of how you left your perfume all over those sheets, and even if by any chance Javi didn't want to see you again, he would still have to handle your scent in his bed for at least a few days. You chuckled at the thought and focused on your task.

The bed was perfectly made when someone knocked on the door, you frowned, suspicious at who could

possibly be knocking on Javier's door, when you eyed his badge on the coffee table you chuckled, Steve had rushed Javi to the point he forgot about it.

You quickly grabbed it and opened the door, being sure he was there to get it before he could go into his full cop mood.

"Listen, Peña, I'm here to talk about Y/N, I-" Manu's words disappeared mid sentence as he stood there in complete shock seeing you had opened the door to Javier's apartment, the man he hated the most in the whole, completely naked under his shirt.

It was an inexcusable situation, Manu was the last person you expected to be knocking, and you swore you would talk to him, you would come clean with him, but now it wasn't necessary as he had found out about your dirty little secret.

Manu just couldn't process the fact you, the woman he was growing to love was Javier Peña's puta.

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A/N: idk besties, at some point i asked myself: is this too much fluff for javier? Then i remember i am still sick and I NEED javier fluff, i love this chapter so much, the way he's sooooo in love with reader, i know he's a dick but he's already paid for what he did, and yes, cheating is wrong but reader can't help, she loves Javi so cut her some slack. Anyways, let me know what you guys thought of this chapter? What do you guys think it will happen next?

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[psychedelic-ink]

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞 - 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝

pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader

series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

word count: 3.5k

chapter summary: Joel takes you to a cabin for the weekend, there you propose he pay up the bet he lost to you and that the two of you should have some roleplaying fun.

warnings: prey/predator kink, chase kink, choking, dirty talk, hunter w reader being "hunted", roleplaying, knife kink, piv

a/n: fyi everything in this is consensual and even though it's not explicitly mentioned, there is a safeword in place. I like to imagine this takes place in September so there's a bit of a time jump from the original story but you can read this without getting spoiled or knowing the overall story. Enjoy, and happy Halloween! 🎃🎃🎃

You’re speechless. The world that surrounds you is an autumn dream that stretches vast in front of you. Joel holds your hand tight. Both of you slightly damp from sweat, both of you exhausted from the trip here. Green pine trees surround the crystal clear lake, a small wooden pier making way towards the water. And just a bit further from all of it is a tiny cabin, nestled under the gorgeous red and green of the sweetgum trees. Your heart soars. You imagine the brush strokes you would do to mimic the texture of the nature surrounding you, a gorgeous tapestry of a world untouched except for the small tiny cabin.

After practically drooling over the scenery before you, you turn to Joel. Heat crawling up from your neck to your cheeks when you realize he’s staring at you instead. He alone halts the breath in your lungs as he suddenly leans, his chapped lips touching the warmth of your cheek. 

“How did you even manage to rent this place?” you ask, breathless due to the touch of skin. 

“Someone owed me a favor,” he grins, leading you down the small hill of fading grass. 

“I wasn’t aware contractors had so much leverage.” 

“Oh, you have no idea darlin’.”

You want to bathe under the smooth rumble of his drawl. His voice is like coffee, warm and rich. A shudder crawls up your spine, stroking the base of your neck. A burst of heat spreads between your legs, your panties suddenly slick and sticking to your skin. You watch intently as Joel unlocks the door and guides you inside with his hand on the back of your neck. Another shudder. This time accompanied by your mouth watering. It’s been a while since you two had some alone time. Between helping Sarah adjust to the new school year and the Miller brother’s busy work schedule, it was hard to snag some time for yourselves. 

“You’re gonna burn holes into my skin if you stare any harder.” You jump, the interior of the cabin suddenly bright and vivid. Joel smiles lazily before dropping the bags to the floor, a tiny cloud of dust swirls in the air. “Care to spare what it is you’re thinkin’ so hard about?” 

“Wouldn't you like to know,” you mimic his movements and drop your own, less heavy bag, to the floor. You laugh when he frowns. 

“I would actually. I would very much like to know.” 

He steps forward, crowding you until your back meets the tender wall of the cabin. It creaks. Joel’s hands find your waist and pull you until you’re flushed against him, his scent thick with sweat and pine fills your nostrils. Briefly, you close your eyes and breathe. He fills your lungs, you desperately want to keep him there, keep his delicious scent within you until the day you die. 

“You gonna make me ask again?” his voice drops, something dark and curious lingering in his tone. A tingle makes home at the small of your back. You want to chase that darkness, follow it until he snaps. With a swallow you raise your chin, eyes shimmering with delight. His gaze hardens. His worn jeans hide nothing as he grinds his thickening cock over the soft flesh of your stomach. A soft moan escapes your lips and he smiles. “Why are you bein’ a brat all of a sudden? And here I thought how good you’d be because I brought you here.” 

Your head falls back with a loud thud, his short moment of worry makes your heart melt. 

“Remember our little bet that I won?” you ask and he nods. “I think I want to cash in my price now.” 

Joel raises a brow, “Oh?”  he rubs himself against you once more, both of your breaths catching in your throats. “Tell me then. Don’t keep me waitin’.” 

“I want you to. . .” you gently guide your lips out of his reach as he chases them. He leans in again, grazing your lips with a tantalizing touch. Yet, with a turn, you offer only the warmth of your cheek. Your nipples tighten, arousal coils in your stomach. “Hunt me down, Mr Miller.”  

“Hunt you down?” 

You nod bashfully, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, you force his face into the crook of your neck. His labored breaths are warm against your skin. Another wave of lust washes over you when he kisses and bites the tender skin. You would’ve looked him in the eyes but anxiety still rolls dutifully in your gut. You’ve done a lot of things with him. Things you haven’t done with anyone else. However, the doubt always lingers. 

“I want to be the pretty little thing you’re obsessed with—” 

“I’m already obsessed with you.” 

His lips moving on your skin makes you stammer over your words. You breathe and swallow, trying to clear your mind. 

“I mean in a stalkerfindsoutwherehiscrushlives type of thing. If. . . if that’s alright. I’m still not sure if you’re comfortable with. . . stuff like that.” 

Joel forcefully breaks out of your hold and looks you in the eyes. The crease between his brows is deep, the corner of his lips looking downward. “I’m comfortable as long as you’re comfortable.” You’re about to object and say that’s not how that works but he cuts you off before you can. “I’ll let you know if you hit any of my limits darlin’ but for now. . . you hit none.” 

His pupils visibly dilate, the look he’s giving you shortens your breath, makes you squirm where you stand. You swallow. You want this man to ruin you in the best and worst way possible. 

“So, what exactly would you like your hunter to do?” he rasps, all you hear is gravel. Your heart stops as his fingers one by one roll around your neck. He applies gentle pressure and kisses the corner of your chin. “Tell me all the things you want me to do to you, sweetheart.”

The subtle warmth caused by the fire flickers out, replacing the lovely heat of your body with a damp chill. You curl your body until your knees nearly touch your chest. You can hear the tree leaves dancing with the wind. A stream of moonlight trickling from between the still curtains. You listen to your own breathing, to your heartbeat. You were completely alone in the small cabin. Another burst of wind blows and the wood creaks. Fear coats your tongue, your mouth suddenly very dry and your senses very much awake despite the late hour. 

Among the silence, a little click flows loudly within the cabin. Your body stills, and you hold your breath, waiting for the sound to repeat itself. 

It does. 

A creak and a groan caused by the wood. You close your eyes. Footsteps. Slow, silent, but still audible. The door to your bedroom is closed but you know it won’t stay like that for long. Closer and closer. You feel the beat of your heart in your throat. Louder. You swallow. He’s coming. He’s close. Sweat bursts from every pore of your body. 

You need to get out. 

Quickly you whip the comforter off of your shaking body and look for clothes. Not bothering to change, you throw your jacket over your shoulders and shove your feet into your boots. You quickly tie them. His steps are getting closer and you know he’s right outside the door, listening, waiting for you to jolt out the tiny bedroom so he can catch you. But you won’t make it that easy for him. You refuse to make it easy. 

The windows open with a loud click, old metal and wood alerting him as you manage to jump out. You’re clumsy and stumble forward when you land, nearly falling face-first into the moist ground, “Fuck,” you mutter, starting to run.  

Moving leaves alert the moon of your departure. A beautiful blue hue coats the long blades of grass, the lake, and the trees. The sky is reflected perfectly above the still surface of water. Sadly, you don’t have much time to admire it. 

“Come back here!” he shouts and when you turn you see him jumping out the window the same way you did. “You know I’ll catch you and when I do you’re mine!”

A pleasurable shiver crawls up your spine. He sounds so serious, his voice husky and deep and loud. Again you feel that fear of getting caught. Your fear and excitement walk hand in hand. However, you know it won’t have the same effect if you just fake it. 

So, you run. 

You dart into the forest, drawing deep breaths from your mouth, your heart beats rapidly against your ribcage. Like most things, he’s also better at the chase than you are. He’s strong, has better stamina. He’s been here before. He knows how to survive and meanwhile, you’re the type of person to scream when come across a bug. You and him are not the same. Which makes you realize that maybe this is a bit unfair. 

You also can’t ignore the way sticky arousal coats the inside of your thighs. You imagine him panting as he looks for you, sweat dripping down his temples and shirt sticking to his tanned skin—

Your lungs feel like they’re about to explode and you stop. Your body is buzzing with adrenaline. Some part of you wants to go back, to just give up but you can’t move. A mirage crawls around your throat and holds you in place. A lingering darkness. A watchful pair of eyes. 

You’ve never viewed him as dangerous, maybe you should. 

“There you are, my playful lil’ beam of sunshine.” You turn then, there’s still a decent amount of space between you but he’s not moving, only watching. As you imagined, he’s panting heavily, ragged breaths leaving his curling lips. “Found you,” he says in a slightly melodic tone. “Now come here before I lose myself in this game of yours.” 

His gray button-up hugs his shoulders and chest tightly. Every bulge of muscle is accentuated by the fabric, creating a sculpted silhouette that demands attention. The sleeves, rolled up to reveal forearms adorned with veins, hint at strength restrained but ready to be unleashed. It’s hard to see within the dark but when he slightly shifts you see it, a blade glimmering under the soft light of the moon. You swallow. 

“We’re not playing hide and seek,” you say, meeting his gaze. “This game isn’t over until you actually catch me.” 

Before you give him a chance you step forward, ready to run. 

Yet you fall. 

“Ow!” you cry, the side of your cheek scraping the dirt. You turn to your back and look down as you hold your nose. You glare at your shoes which are now untied. You open your mouth to curse but a hand is promptly shoving you down back into the dirt. Joel is fighting hard not to burst out laughing. You can see it in how he’s biting his bottom lip, the corners twitching in amusement. With his full body weight on you, it’s almost impossible to break away from him. 

“Caught you,” he teases. “Now, ain’t that easy.”

“Oh, fuck you, Joel. You know this isn’t fair—” 

The words are caught in your throat when he clicks his tongue and presses the knife against the hard shell of your throat. Your eyes widen, breath hitching, your hands find his waist and squeeze a little. 

“Don’t be a brat,” he mutters, his eyes dropping to your lips. “A deal is a deal. I catch you I fuck you. This sweet pussy is mine now.” 

His eyes search yours for a brief moment, a hint of worry, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his dark irises, “Sound good?” 

“Yes.” 

This time he can’t hide his smile. He grins broadly as his face nestles the crook of your neck, sharp knife still in place, forcing you to be careful with your movements. Joel kisses your neck, the softness of his lips repeated against your cold skin. And when he finally tears himself away from you the joyful softness is gone, leaving only in its place carnal hunger.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he kisses you over and over, sucking on your tongue and nipping at your bottom lip. You can’t breathe, the sharp end of the knife secured on your throat. “Mine,” he growls again. You feel the hard outline of his cock as he desperately ruts himself between your legs. All you can think is how dirty this is. How filthy and amazing it is for him to claim you. To devour you out in the open. He keeps chanting the same word—mine— over and over. As if you’ve awakened some kind of beast. 

Joel pulls away, the lack of his heat making gooseflesh rise in its wake. He smiles as he looks down. Your lips part. Your heart beating a mile per minute. The knife slowly deserts your throat and trails down your neckline, cutting your weathered shirt in the middle like butter. You hold your breath. With the sharp end, he teases the soft flesh of your stomach. He eyes your tits greedily, your nipples hard and aching. 

“You were runnin’ around like this?” he rasps, his tone amused. “With no bra?” 

You nod. The knife travels lower to the waistband of your sweatpants. He doesn’t cut the fabric, instead, he fixes his gaze onto yours. A look powerful enough to empty your lungs with one long breath. He leans until his lips brush against your own. 

“If I cut this off will you be bare there too?” 

The answer is no, but you’re regretting not going completely nude under your clothes now. His look is one you’ve never seen before—maybe only hints here and there—but never this unhinged, never this hungry and wanting. 

Joel places the knife right near your head.  Your eyes drop down to where he’s unbuckling his jeans, the sound is loud within the silence of the forest, and the sight makes your mouth water. You want to move up, take him between your lips, suck on his deliciously large cock until he has nothing else to give. He doesn’t allow it. With one hand, he holds you by the throat and pushes you down, his other hand disappears beneath his jeans, stroking himself. 

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, sweetheart.” The gravel in his voice scratches your ear pleasantly and your eyes flutter closed. He gives you a warning squeeze until you open them back up again. “I want you to scream for me. I want to see you writhing underneath me. I’m gonna give you everything and you’re gonna take it. Understood?” 

Tears flood your eyes, every bit of sense of the real world fading into the back of your mind. You see only him. You hear only the forest. Feel only the earth underneath your bare skin. You’ve never thought letting go would be this easy. 

He makes it easy. 

Joel is quick to undress you, tugging off your sweats along with your underwear—he, himself doesn’t undress. You don’t know why but the awareness that you’re naked and he’s not makes your skin grow even tighter. You feel the scrape of his jeans as he aligns himself with you, dark curls crown the base of his cock, a sliver of stomach showing when he pushes forward. Your body arches at the stretch and just as you attempt to take a deep inhale, his hand is back on your throat. Controlling the airflow and only allowing you enough to remain conscience. 

He slides into you easily, your body the perfect hole for him to fill. Your cunt, your thighs, the patch of earth underneath you—all of it is embarrassingly wet and it’s only getting worse with his cock filling you inch by inch. Joel lets out a loud groan when he’s completely sheathed inside. He stays still for a while, forehead dropping to meet your own, heavy breaths fall from his lips. The act falls for a moment and he kisses the tip of your nose and then your lips, the rough hairs above his lips tickling the sensitive skin. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good. Can you feel how tight you’re squeezin’ me darlin’? How excited your body is for me to fuck you until every thought is knocked from your head?” With the whimper you let out, he finally pulls his hips back, only to snap them forward without concern. Your eyes roll back, your breasts jumping from the sheer firmness of it. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, look at you—” 

Then, just as promised, Joel fucks you hard.

Your fingers dig into the dirt, your body moving to meet the harsh strokes of his cock. He lifts both your legs and pushes them to your chest, pressing down harder, you cry out as he reaches even deeper. Your body is set on fire. “Beg,” he commands. And when you don’t, Joel pulls out, drags the head of his length over the soaked lips of your cunt. He teases your puffy clit, smiles when you shudder and shake. “Beg,” he repeats. 

“Make me come,” you cry out, almost deranged. “Fuck me—Please please please—I don’t know what else to say. . . J-Just. . . fuck me.” 

You’re still muttering, whimpering when he pushes back in, spearing you and stretching you wide. He’s pleased by your groveling and you’re thankful he is because you were on the brink of sobbing. His tongue is in your mouth as he hammers himself even deeper, you can barely think, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock are damp with slick, adding friction to your throbbing clit. 

There’s a short moment where your eyes slip and look to the side, following the shine of the moon, you see the blade. You remember how he threatened you, how the metal felt against your skin— 

He tears you apart and you shatter around him. Your body goes rigid then loose, almost simultaneously. Joel moans between gritted teeth, your body squeezing him tight so he doesn’t go. A gush of slick wets his cock and trickles down his thighs. His teeth sink into your neck, hips moving up and down without fully leaving the tight fist of your cunt. He whimpers needily into your skin, kissing and biting. 

You want to feel him inside, feel the warm drip of his spend trickling out of you when he pulls out—you want to beg him for it—tell him that you don’t care about the consequences—Before you can, he’s pulling out, his eyes wild as they search your face, his wet cock between his fist. He falls back down and squeezes the base. 

“Come here. I want your mouth on my cock right now—Want you to fuckin’ taste how good you are—” 

You scramble forward, nearly falling as your hands grip the meat of his thighs and your mouth finds the head of his cock. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust. Holding your head, he pushes you down until your nose is buried in his curls. You feel him going down your throat. You swallow constantly, trying your best not to gag. 

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Joel’s voice echoes, shallowly thrusting into your throat. “Fuck fuck fuck—” 

His cock throbs heavily on your tongue, spilling down your throat, he keeps you still. You can barely breathe, shiny translucent tears trickling down your cheeks. There’s so much of it. Spit mixed with come trickles down the corner of your lips, his balls heavy on your chin. 

“My good fuckin’ girl,” he says within a low chuckle. Joel releases your head and you slowly pull back, you swallow once more and lick your lips. You enjoy the taste of him. “Are you a’right, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

“Not at all,” you answer, surprised at how hoarse your voice sounds. “You know I love sucking your cock.”

His eyes close and his body visibly shudders, “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me.” You’re about to quip back but you end up shivering instead, the cold once again settling over your skin. “Here,” he says, wrapping you with his jacket. “Sorry ‘bout your shirt.”

You smile as you stand on shaky legs. He hugs you and kisses your face, fleeting kisses peppered all over your face. A soft giggle drops from your lips. Joel cradles your cheeks, thumbs moving down the apples of your cheeks, he slants his lips over yours, his tongue warm and soft as it slips into your mouth. Kissing you in earnest. 

“Was it worth cashin’ in your prize?” 

Your smile broadens. 

“It was worth every second.”

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