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crestapex · 4 months

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“Simon!! I made some fo-“

Simon:

I just saw this piece of art by @temeyes. And just like the infamous Grug once said, “I have an idea!” Like, you don’t even know how quick I was to write this.💀 (I’d also like to imagine this as the aftermath after of my other post regarding big boy Simon.) (It also gets slightly, like the smallest amount ever, suggestive towards the end.)

Summary; SFW/SS—(0.9K Words): Simon is quick to disappear after a big dinner, so you set out on the search for him. Seriously, you live in a one story apartment, so how do you even manage to lose a man his size?

You cross your arms, humming to yourself as you steadily tap your foot on the living room’s hardwood flooring. Your eyes continue to scan everything, from the couch to behind the couch, again and again. You could’ve sworn Simon was right here, in this very flat, all but a few minutes ago—though it feels like you’ve been searching for that man for hours. It’s not like you heard the front door open and close, and it’s not like you heard the back door leading to the balcony open and close either. So where in the bloody hell could he be?

You huff in frustration, your arms dropping to your sides. And so you’re back on the move, trudging off down the narrow hallway. Maybe you should check in the office? Or maybe he would magically appear in the bedroom, probably having decided to nap the rest of the afternoon away? Or maybe you should try calling his name?… Wait, didn’t you already do all that?…

Ugh. And all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch and watch a movie with him. Perhaps spend the rest of the night indulging in some sweets you had just waiting to be eaten. Yet, here you are, searching for this beast of a man. Like a needle in a haystack, strangely enough. And true to the whole ‘Ghost’ persona, you supposed.

You brought your fingers up to the bridge of your nose as you passed the kitchen for the second time in a row. You closed your eyes, only for a split second to take a deep breath in. “Okay, Simon. Riley. Where the hell are you-”

Thud!

And another breath—well, gasp would be more like it—out as your foot proceeded to collide with something so firm, yet so soft.

Your hands went up quicker than the speed of light, one firmly planting itself on the wall and the other grasping for dear life onto the doorway. The doorway of the bathroom you would soon learn. The one fucking place you forgot to check.

But the sounds of hard thudding from your hands being slammed against the thick walls was also accompanied by a fairly familiar sound. The sound of a low growl, a grunt and some deep, incomprehensible mumbles. You would’ve assumed you accidentally hit a bear if you weren’t familiar with those sounds, honestly. Well, he may not be a bear, but he was nearly the size of one. So, close enough?

“Jesus Christ, Simon!” You shouted, moving your head downwards to finally come face to face with your ghostly lover. You steadied your stance, lifting your hands up and off the wall. You could only watch as he slightly curled up from the rather heavy hit he just took to his poor gut, but just for a second. Whoops. “…Seriously? This is where you’ve been?”

Simon groaned, obviously not being too happy with his little snooze being so aggressively interrupted. “Bloody hell, love. Are ‘ya tryin’ to mess up another rib?” Despite his obvious annoyance, you couldn’t help but be a little amused, especially with seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

There the beastly man lies, his shirt up to his chest, leaving just the very lower half of his pecks exposed. His large body planted firmly on the bathroom tiles, with any skin and flesh below the lower half of his stomach jutting out from the bathroom doorway. The vast majority of his belly rested firmly on the tiles, most definitely relishing in the refreshing coolness emitting from the bathroom floor. His muscular arms stay splayed out above his shoulders and head, his chin resting lazily on his tattooed forearm. And his eyes firmly held shut. Wow, what an absolute sight to behold.

Okay, so maybe you couldn’t help but feel slightly bad. Even though he was the one in the way and almost messed you up.

“Well, I’m sorry to interrupt your hibernation, but I just had a question for you.” You crossed your arms and raised a brow, a smile beginning to form on your face. You couldn’t help but snort and snicker, “You look like a walrus, by the way,” you threw in, still taking in the sight of a truly comfortable Simon in his natural habitat.

“Hm?” He hummed, moving his head to the side to rest on his forearm. Opening one eye just enough to where he could see you. Your eyes crinkled at the sight, as no matter how relaxed he looked, there would always be a hint of that signature Simon Riley grumpiness permanently etched on his brows.

You put your hands on your hips, continuing to look down at your beloved, “Anyways, I was just going to ask if you wanted to move to somewhere more comfortable, like the couch, and watch a movie with me.” You began to kneel down to his level, resting an arm on your thigh and bringing the other to rest on the side of Simon’s tummy, giving him a few light pats, “There’s also dessert waiting if you think you can fit anything else in there.” You just couldn’t stop yourself from lightly chuckling as you began to soothingly run your nails down his side.

A deep, chesty rumble was soon emitted from Simon in response, the sound of pure satisfaction you’ve come to learn. You watched with a raised brow as he began to leisurely flip himself over and onto his back. He then brought his arms down from above his head, one hand moving to rest on his chest and the other placing itself firmly on your thigh.

“Mm’. Dessert, yeah?… Is it you?” He lowly chuckled, licking the very edge of his lips as his eyes narrowed with anticipation. His large hand beginning to gently caress the area. Cheeky bastard.

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shiro41 · 2 months

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A bet - Alastor x reader (honey moon edition)

Warnings: tit sucking.

Note: I accidentally deleted the oneshot a few days ago and this was the remaining parts of it and im too lazy to rewrite the whole thing again. The anon that requested this was also deleted 😭 im sorry babes!

The cold droplets of water running down your skin didn't stop you from exposing yourself on the balcony with only a piece of robe covering your figure. It's cold, wintry air ghosting your skin that made you shiver and you wonder why your husband preferred to sit by the balcony with a glass of champagne in hand, reading the news for today. How peculiar of him, reading there as if he's sipping coffee in a morning on a random day by the porch. You suppose you didn't marry a normal person, Alastor has his antics of coming off as unsettling seldom times.

"What's got your attention tonight, love?"

You asked, a hand on the back of his chair. You know dear husband despises physical touches unless initiated first, settling to lean on the wooden material to look over the newspaper at hand.

"Nothing, dear."

The tone of his voice upsets you, it lies with hidden disappointment and untold anger towards the headlines of his reading. Represented in bold writing states a murder recently found by the stream deep within the forest, assuming that he's the one to cut their throat and ascend their soul to heaven or hell.

"It's alright, love. You can always have more."

You reassured, brushing away your hand through his locks that's been a mess since the start of your evening. Albeit the reassurance, a chuckle surfaces from you after. You look at Alastor, a hint of glint in your eyes as you spoke with a tone coated with sickening, sweet, honey.

"Does this mean I won?"

A quick sigh from him and a crumple of the bundles of newspaper later, he turns to you with his foxy eyes and a caress of his thumb across the soft knuckles of your hand. The hearts in his eyes are painfully obvious despite the metaphor used, his affection and extreme lengths of risks for love, devotion for you is undeniably lasting.

"Oh, dear girl, I suppose you are. What do you desire this evening?"

"Why not solve the insatiable desire to have my husband enjoy the rest of our honeymoon together?"

You giggle when he press a quick kiss on your forehead, tender and small yet the warmth that lingered even after he's pulled away from you represented his undying affection. The irritation washed away from his eyes, the same smile he's always seen with still present but the unsettling feeling bought with it was non existent at the moment, instead was replaced with a stroke of love and genuity.

"I shouldn't complain about it then, darling. Still, I should've buried it elsewhere."

He whined, leading you away from the balcony where the cold air constantly fans your freshly washed face and barely covered body. Swiftly, his hand swiped and skillfully set up the gramophone and the disc of his music of choice. Unsurprised when it played the familiar tunes of jazz and romantic melody to match the atmosphere of your situation with Alastor.

"I knew you'd lose the moment i helped you throw it by the river."

You giggle, following his footsteps as the both of you circled the room with a bounce on your pattern. Again with the smile, teeth now disappearing behind his lips as it reached the sparkle in his eyes whilst the both of you dance your night away in a dimly light room situated above ground and away from the bustling city.

"A grave mistake, love."

He swooped down, hands travelling down towards the soft plush of your hips and a little more space used to close the distance between you both until the tip of his nose finds your own.

"I win tonight, Alastor."

You breathed, eyes half lidded until it closed once he sealed his lips with yours. Quickly, the soft music of jazz was muted by your subconscious as you chose to focus on the kiss you share with your husband and further melt into his touches until you fall back to the cushions of the bed behind.

The fall didn't stop and separate the long, passionate kiss, only lengthening it with added dancing tongues and clashing of teeth, barely letting go with a soft bite of the other's lips, pulling them back to another heated kiss.

"I love you, Alastor."

"Nothing can separate me from you, lovely. Even death will not break the curse of our love."

He whispered against your ear, peppering it with gentle kisses and a nip on your earlobe. He growls, low and subtle, only for you to hear. From your jaw to the skin of your neck, he's littered it with kisses and marks, bites of his teeth resembled the fierce affection he has for his wife, only travelling down lower until he's at the valleys of your breasts that's covered with a robe he so quickly removed to see the perky nipples of your chest. A blush coat your cheeks, finding it embarrassing as you watch your husband yet again pepper them with kisses before his lips land onto the hardened buds that awaited his arrival.

"Shall I grant you the pleasure to suckle on these fine breasts of yours, cher?"

He asked, flicking the bud as he twisted the other like a baby playing with their food. A whimper comes out of your mouth, a hand coming to your lips in an attempt to shush your unholy noises. Alastor continues his duties like a hard working employee, indulging himself to warm your nipple with a thick coat of his saliva and suckling motions.

The other wasn't abandoned still, his hand twisted and groped the soft flesh, feeling the way it bounced once he let go and an occassional pull from them results a quiver and a strangled moan from you.

He truly loved the unholy music sang by you, only for his ears to listen to. He wished to savor these moments, heightening his senses to focus on the whines that spews out of your lips and enjoy the taste of your flesh being nipped inbetween his teeth.

Your hand finds its way to your husband's hair, gripping on it as you pull his head closer--deeper, as if burying his face into you until all he can see and hear is the beating of your heart and the blood circulating inside it. With a 'pop', Alastor looks at you through half lidded eyes coated with thick, sinful lust and a hint of admiration towards the beauty that layed beneath him, pussy throbbing underneath the robe, tits coated with saliva, neck littered with bite marks and a flushed face of a goddess. How angelic you must look before him, almost convincing him he's seen a glimpse of heaven's pearly gates without stepping foot on the cloudy surface of the floors.

His hand wandered down, tracing the curves of your body and the beautiful scars that decorated it, sighing with bliss as you whimpered when his hand landed on the prize inbetween your plush thighs, it heated his cold hand, warming it with slick liquids that's been dripping the past minute when your husband's attention was directed to your perky tiddies. Your pussy throbbed with nothing until his fingers encircled the aching organ, begging for his dick to penetrate it.

"Alastor...please...put it in..!"

You whined, looking at him through lidded eyes with cheeks erupting a rosy colour as your mouth nipped and suckle on your fingers.

"Hush, darling. Be patient, the night is still long."

He purred lovingly.

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It is safe to say that weeks later, when coming home from work, Alastor is greeted with a burnt bun in the oven.

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 4 months

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Not me thinking about Felix being a soft dom with his princely figure and deep voice lulling me to sleep before fucking me rough

Absolutely not

~~Lies im completely whipped for him~~

you know what? i don’t recall the last time i thought of lix as a dom so this should be fun

tags: @bahng-chrizz

he’d absolutely be all sweet and warm while putting you to sleep, playing with your hair and rubbing your back while kissing your forehead. but after a while, his gentle touches would turn to groping and he’d quickly roll you onto your back before stripping you of your pajama pants. he’d be careful to leave the oversized tee, though he’d shove it up to expose your chest.

it’s routine, the way he simply pushes your panties to the side to get a taste, given how often it happens. still, you never get used to waking up to a blistering orgasm that leaves you trembling as he devours you. never get used to being filled so perfectly in such a blissfully hazy state.

he knows just how much you love taking him while sleep still tugs at the edges of your consciousness so he makes sure to give it to you just the way you like, twisting and pinching your nipples to coax out sleepy whimpers as he plows into you. he whispers sweet nothings as he fucks you, telling you how pretty you look taking his cock so lazily and simply enjoying everything he sees fit to give you. he absolutely adores the way you writhe beneath him as you get closer to the edge and he tells you as much, hands smoothing up and down your sides as his thrusts become sloppy and uneven. his coaching is what pushes you to your end, pulling his orgasm out at the same time.

“that’s right, angel. cum for me…”

you know you won’t be getting much sleep after that…

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minihotdog · 4 months

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The Scout

Pairing: Ghost x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ghost runs into an old... Friend? Enemy?

a/n: idk man I'm just justing

c/w: adult themes MINORS DNI

Word Count: 8k

Ghost excused himself from the group of men after exchanging his post with Gaz for the night and headed towards the grey, empty room he’d been calling his. His body was worn out, along with his mind.

The mission had been going on for weeks and was moving at a snail’s pace. They were pursuing a militia that had recently aligned with Makarov’s forces. Laswell had received intel on a shipment of weapons that were heading for said militia’s hideout intended for Makarov. The shipment was set to arrive within the month and the task force intended to intercept it, but that meant a lot of time spent sitting and watching in shifts.

The detachment facility was concealed but close enough to intercept coms without being detected

Ghost was getting tired of waiting. He was used to action, and adrenaline, and the slow pace was wearing him and his comrades down even more than the countless neverending firefights they were accustomed to. As much as those moments left permanent marks on his psyche, he and everyone he knew craved it in some twisted, bloodthirsty way. At this point, he was doing a thousand pushups a day for “excitement”.

He blew air through his nose in frustration as he sat on the twin-sized wrestling mat he called a bed. He placed his gun on the floor next to him and threw his heavy vest against the wall to use as a pillow.

The weight coming off his shoulders leaves him rubbing his aching shoulders in relief over the sleek material of his sweater. He lies back on the paper-thin foam and his spine lets out a series of pops, finally releasing the pressure built up from hours holding the same position.

He groans quietly, reaching under his mask to scratch his scruff.

M’as well sleep on the floor, this mat is shite.

He rests his hand on his chest and the other on the knife sheathed to his belt. His eyes shut and he chases his rest fully clothed, boots and all.

-Time Skip: Approx. 0300-

He didn’t dream often, especially on the job. On the contrary, nightmares plagued him when he was home and a threatening darkness encompassed him on the field. But this feeling wasn’t right. Even asleep, Ghost was on alert. He could sense to his core that the air in the room had changed and a wave of uneasiness flooded him in his dreamless state.

He couldn’t pull himself from the darkness as he usually could. No matter how hard he subconsciously tried, his body was begging for rest against his efforts.

Ghost felt a weight lower itself onto his lap. Another person’s hands slide lightly from his waist to his chest.

Bloody ‘ell, wake up!

His body tenses involuntarily under the fondling. The zipper on his sweater carefully unzips. The cool air hitting his bare chest causes him to twitch in the battle between mind and body. The grasp the darkness had on him was lethal.

Small, warm hands graze the exposed skin of his abdomen, lightly tracing the patches of thick scar tissue that littered all over his body.

A soft, feminine voice coos at him as he twitches and his mind rushes to fill in the blanks, sending different scenes through his closed eyes in a poor attempt to mask the sound as a dream.

C’mon, wake up!

He felt as if he was floating through dimensions as he began the process of regaining full consciousness, eyes still refusing to open.

The mysterious woman lowers herself onto him, her nose gently nuzzling his neck. She takes a deep breath as if she’s trying to savor his musky scent. Her head pulls away from his neck and he feels fingertips graze his throat.

She fiddles with the hem of his balaclava before it begins to catch at the sides of his jaw. He feels his mask being pulled up and a shock shoots through his body. His limp state disappears instantly and he reaches for her. His other hand remembers its place on the knife.

His fingers wrap around her wrist, preventing it from going any further.

“Don’t worry, darling.” She coos as her free hand caresses his cheek. “I won’t pull it off, that’s not nice.” His grip tightens but she pays it no mind. She moves her hand from his cheek and uses it to pull his mask enough to reveal his lips. Her thumb outlines his bottom lip and she swoops down to plant a small kiss on his lips. He feels her lips through her mask.

His eyes flutter, trying to rid themselves of the blurriness. Moonlight pours into the room just enough for him to make out her figure above him and some of her features.

“I’ve been watching you for so long.” She wines, bottom lip quivering slightly under the material. “I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see you.” Her eyes crinkle as if she’s smiling under the mask. The black mask only covers the lower half of her face and a long single braid falls over her shoulder. He sighs, staring up at the ceiling.

“Y/n, we have to stop meeting like this.” The rasp in his voice sends shivers down her spine. She chuckles and tilts her head.

Ghost releases her wrist and wraps his fingers around her throat so quickly she doesn’t have time to react. Her hands come up to hold his in place and a whimper falls from her lips. Her eyes stare into his, lust clouding her pupils. Ghost shifts beneath her, feeling the heat radiating off of her. Her hips involuntarily grind against his in a jerking motion and arousal begins to stir inside of him.

Even through the mask, he could see her jaw go slack, her eyes burning into him. He couldn’t stop himself from giving her a small squeeze and watching her body come alive for him.

Fuckin’ ‘ell

He snaps himself out of the trance and slides himself up until his back rests on the wall taking her with him. He lets out a shaky breath before speaking.

“Why are you watching us this time?” He shakes her roughly when the words refuse to fall out of her open mouth. He unsheaths his knife from his belt and presses the blade to her throat just about his thumb. “C’mon, love, keep this easy.”

She grips his wrist and attempts to push the knife away but he doesn’t budge. A look of panic flashes in her eyes. “Decided to toy with the enemy and this time it isn’t going your way, huh?”

His bare lips graze her ear. “If you were under my command, I’d take you bound and gagged to teach you a lesson, you little minx.” His words drip with poison. She fights against his grip to no avail. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

The hem of his fatigues grinds painfully against her clit. He catches himself nearly panting at her little cries.

“I’m here to warn you, you stupid fuck.” She chokes out, clawing at his now painful grip on her jaw.

“Warn me of what?” He growls.

“Makarov has men heading this way. He thinks the task force has been tipped off.” She winces at his tightening grip.

Ghost chuckles, his plump lips tugging into a cocky smile. He sheaths his knife and his grip on her neck loosens and she gasps, finally being able to breathe properly.

“You’re working for Makarov now? That’s fuckin’ hilarious. You just keep getting worse.”

He tosses her backward onto the floor. He jumps to his feet, throwing on his vest and grabbing his gun. He readjusts his mask and turns back to her.

“Well, I recommend you disappear now.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, “So no goodbye kiss?”

“Fuck off.”

He places his headset over his ears.

“Bravo 6, Ghost. How copy?”

“What is it?”

“A little birdie told me Makarov’s men are heading our way.”

“All units pull out!”

Gunshots begin sounding through the hallway nearby. Ghost assesses the hall. When his head turns back she’s gone and the window is wide open.

He leaves the room behind to join the fight with his brothers. A trail of destruction leads to the vehicle barreling towards the compound for them. As Ghost enters the humvee he looks back to the dark building. Somewhere in the dense treeline, he could swear she was perched up watching him.

- Time Skip: UK -

“Makarov knew we were there. We did not prepare for that possibility. He could’ve used the gun deal to drag us out there and intended to have all of us killed.” Price sits at the head of the table looking to Laswell at his left.

“How’d you get out in time?” She looks over the images and reports plastered on the table.

Ghost interjects, “He had a scout visit before the attack, a familiar one.”

“Viper visited you before the attack?” Her eyebrows furrow. “This gives us plenty to look into. That’s enough for now.” She turns to Price. “Speaking of scouts, we’re gonna need one to plan for the next mission.”

They all dismiss from the debriefing, everyone heading their separate ways except Soap and Ghost.

“Yer tellin’ me she told ye they were coming? Tha’s a first.” Soap says in disbelief. “I guess Makarov isn’t payin’ them like he used tae.”

They say their goodbyes and Ghost heads to his barracks room.

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m4n1c1vy · 9 months

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18+ minors dni, female reader, missionary, on the phone, unprotected sex

⇾ toji noticed that your phone was ringing and he wanted you to answer it

it was a girls night you and your girlies planned on going to the club and party like the night was young. having trouble to pick out your outfit you wanted to wear something silk and sexy just for you and your girlfriends, and there you found it the perfect dress that fit on your pretty body so well, you were already ready so slip on and you’re out the door. toji saw you feeling your body from outside yall’s bedroom door standing against the doorframe looking you up and down.

“who are you wearing this for princess?” his deep voice almost startled you, as hes walking behind you “its a girls night i told you toji” you said all smiley cause you knew you looked amazing plus you wanted to go out and get drunk. “i know what you told me, but you didnt answer my question pretty girl” he buries his face in your neck smelling your sweet delicious perfume almost nibbling at your neck. he just wants to rip your dress and fuck you right here by the mirror in your shared room, you moved to the edge of your bed to put your heels on you weren’t rushing but you didn’t want your friends wait on you. “toji im running late i don’t to hold them up” you lied all you wanted was to hurry out the door have fun and drink. as toji followed you to the bed he said

“they can wait i just asked a question why cant you answer like a good girl hm?” while he’s cupping your chin so you can meet his eyes. toji bends down to kiss you he wanted to taste your lips he’s getting lost in them, he lays his knee between your thighs pulling up a bit of your dress only to expose your cunt to him. he traces his fingers on top of your clothed clit making you squirm a bit, “you’re squirming baby do you want something better? just tell me” he stated with that fucking smirk. he’s teasing you and he loves it he loves making you whimper for more, toji continues rubbing lightly on your clit watching you make a wet patch on your panties. “toji ..please just touch me” you whispered you needed him to touch you , you needed him to make you cum, you needed him, “huh what did you say baby i didn’t hear you” toji stopped his movement making you frown he heard what you said he just wants you to beg and you know you have to. “d-daddy please touch me do whatever i don’t care i need you please” you begged making him give you a proud smirk “atta girl all you had to do” patting your cheeks.

he pulls off your panties as well his pants and underwear laying you down on the bed, toji rubbing his tip up and down on your clit making you squirm and whimper way more than before he loves his view right now, you frowning and tearing up because how needy you are for him.. ring ring toji looks over to your nightstand and see your phone lighting up from the incoming phone call he grabs it and shows you who’s calling “your girlfriends might be calling to see where you are go ahead and talk to them princess” doing what he says you press the green button to talk to whoever is on the other line “GIRL WHERE ARE YOU EVERYONE IS ALREADY HERE” your friend yells toji being able to hear her without the phone being on speaker “o-oh im stuck in traffic ill be on the wa-“ toji slips inside you making you choke on your words and him sucking his teeth “fuck you’re so tight mama go ahead keep talking while im fucking you” your friend trying to see when you’re going to arrive “ON THE WAY? YOU’RE JUST NOW LEAVING?? CMON BABES” at this point it sounds like shes gonna pop a blood vessel, toji starting to rub your clit while pounding you merciless making your small whimpers peep out of your lips you’re squeezing your eyes shut because how hard and good hes fucking you.

“s-stop yelling i-i told you im on the w-way” you stuttering out your words wanting this phone call to end soon because you want to moan out so loud. “SWEETIE HURRY UP THE FREE DRINKS ISNT GONNA BE HERE FOR LON-“ toji taking the phone to his lips and cutting her words off “she said shes on her way now stop yappin and party fuck you’re squeezing on me so hard mama” toji ending the call and tossing your phone by your pillows leaving your friend on the other line stunned. ”she was taking up my sweet time baby i had to” said by him with a sexy ass smirk on his lips and groaning close to your ear, “can i cum please im so close” itching closer and closer to your climax “you can beg better than that cmon sweetie you know my name girl” god you needed to cum so bad you’re very close you saying whatever comes to your mind and praying that’ll let him say yes “t-toji” you breathed out “toji c-can i please cum im so close” you moaned “fuck i can just cum right now the way you’re saying my name baby, hm how bout you cum with me ok? you can do that right” toji thrusting harder to your sweet spot animalistic moans coming out of his mouth he’s cursing out so much because how hard your sweet pretty cunt is sucking him wanting more and more of him. “you’re doing so good baby.. so good huh.. cum with me”. him thrusting so good in your cunt, toji squeezing your thighs so tightly where it could leave bruises even. “just like that just keep squeezing down on me girl”. his animalistic groans with your delicious vocally moans is mixing in the room, you felt your sweet sweet climax coming and coming few more thrusts from toji before cumming inside his pretty princess.

“you did so good princess, so who are you dressing for?” asked again by your handsome boyfriend you laughed out “dressing for you and you only” you playfully rolled your eyes “do you want me to drop you off and show everyone who you belong to” he said with snarky smile “trust im pretty sure everyone knows who im taken by”

GEHWHEHEHD i neeed

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 months

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Of Birds and Bees

Lucien stopped.

Elain's forehead, coated in a thin film of sweat, lies in furrows and her lids lazily flutter open, her eyes glazed over with passion and desire. In her fully blissed-out state it is hard to form coherent thoughts, even harder to voice them.

Lucien is only looking at her, one hand, broad and veiny, braced next to her head, the fingers of the other tracing over her face. But his hips are no longer moving, his cock remaining buried deep inside of her, filling her perfectly. His heart swells with admiration and pride over his mate - this wonderful female is his. Only his.

"Wh-why did you stop?" Elain eventually asks, voice nothing more than a breathy whisper.

Urging her hips upwards, she hopes her mate will move again. Lucien truly follows her beckons, a low, sensual chuckle rolling over his lips.

"I got distracted by how beautiful you are, and momentarily by body stopped functioning." A sheepish smile is plastered on his face, tanned cheeks now a deep red, twin flames burning in both his russet and his metal eye. "I love you, my mate."

Lucien's mouth claims hers in a hungry, almost ravishing kiss, leaving both of them breathless, lips still tingling after they part.

His hips pick up in pace again, at first meeting Elain‘s gently, then he starts to move faster. His lips glide from her mouth down to her jaw, pressing searing kisses to her soft, and slightly damp skin. He descends further down on her, to her cleavage, then her breasts, flicking his tongue against the hardened peak before sucking it into his mouth. It elicits a whimper from Elain, accompanied by the arch of her back, perfectly bending to Lucien‘s will.

He sometimes can be a proud and cocky male, and a groan of pure delight leaves his mouth. "Such a good girl," he purrs against her sensitive skin, his eyes dropping to where his length disappears into her body. "Look how perfectly your cunt is hugging my cock."

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips, definitely leaving marks she will see there the following day and wear with pride. His hands radiate heat, making her skin feel even tighter, hotter.

Elain is his, only his and everyone can and should know that. Everyone has to know it and so leaving some markings on her is always good.

"I can't wait to fill you up, Elain." Lucien pushes his hips into her and she mewl. His tongue darts out, licking over her salty skin, up to the exposed column of her neck. "Watch this pretty belly of yours grow and let everyone see you are mine." He sinks his teeth into her flesh, hearing how his mate cries out - not in pain but in pure pleasure.

He pounds into her, setting a relentless rhythm that makes Elain move up on the mattress, her hips meeting his with every deep thrust. "Yes, yes!" she cries out, eyes shut, head tipped back. "I want that."

The sound of smacking flesh and a bed groaning under the impact of a couple fully engulfed in pleasure fills the room. They are nothing but heat and love, desire and lust.

Lucien chases his mate‘s lips, his kiss deep, passionate. "You want my come leaking out from your pretty cunt? You want my scent to be on you for weeks?"

Elain merely mewls, her mind and body already entering oblivion, release nearing in waves of delirious lust.

But Lucien has none of that – he wants to hear her pleasure-drunken voice, the breathy hue of it.

He clicks his tongue, thumb pressing down on her nipple before gives the sensitive flesh a flick. "Words, my lovely flower. I need you to say it." His lips press a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Tell me what you want."

Her nails dig into the skin of his back, leaving crescent shaped markings there — obviously everyone also needs to see that he is hers.

Elain blinks open her eyes, nothing but swirling pits of heat in them when she meets Lucien’s gaze. "I want you to fill me up so nicely your come is leaking out of me…" She swallows, cheeks burning. Only Lucien can manage to make her say such indecent things. "Put a baby in me. Make my belly swell with our child. Fill me up so much your scent won’t vanish for weeks." She sucks in a sharp intake if air. "I need you harder, Lu."

She lifts her legs, curling them around her mate, heels digging into his ass. The angle allows Lucien to drive even further into her, fucking her with newly found vigour — what she has said, how she said it and the hunger in her eyes, loosened all his restraints. His need is fully unleashed, hips snapping against hers. His pace isn’t brutal, his priority to make Elain feel good, but it brings an enormous amount of pleasure. Sex is, in the first place, always about her. Lucien knows that for him it feels good automatically. Making love to his mate, fucking her, can only bring him utter pleasure and delight as well.

She is squirming, the pitch of her moans rising at least an octave. Lucien once again finds himself fully enthralled by her - damp tendrils of hair curling around her face, cheeks flushed, her body covered in a thin film of sweat, breasts bouncing in the same rhythm of his hips snapping against hers. Lucien knows that his mate, that Elain Vanserra, is truly the most outstanding and stunning female to ever exist in this world. And she is his. Not only through the mating bond, but by choice. She has chosen him. Has chosen to accept the bond, to be with him. She is his and he is hers, by the bond and by choice. His Elain.

Despite the lust and pleasure boiling inside of him, a huge wave of gratitude and love washes over Lucien, making his eyes fill with tears. He leans in, chasing her mouth, kissing her deeply, softly, with nothing but love and affection. "I love you so much, Elain." He speaks against het mouth, his own lips barely parting, his chest pressing against hers. But it isn’t her breasts nor her hardened nipples he is feeling - it is her heart, beating in the same rhythm as his, singing the same melody. The one melody of lovers who at last found each other. "I love you."

Elain tilts her pelvis, arms curling around Lucien‘s neck to keep him close. "I love you," she answers him. "More than words could ever express." The last part she screams, because Lucien slams in to the hilt, the crown of his cock brushing every oh so pleasurable spot deep inside of her. His hand slides down her abdomen, pressing down gently, and it elicits a cry of pleasure from his mate, that he knows, if they had neighbours they would have heard.

"We are going to be parents, Lu."

"We are," he hums and realisation settles upon him. He will be father. Earlier or later he will be a father.

Lucien’s pace turns from fast to sensual, affectionate, hips rolling gentler against Elain’s, his thrust now deep and long, languid, making her feel every glorious inch of his cock, massaging her walls.

Her breathy moans, and the delicate curses leaving her are like music in the Vanserra male‘s ears. He loves it, could bottle it up just like the sound when she laughs.

Lucien slides his hand into hers, interlacing their fingers, and kisses her deeply. "Say you’re mine," he whispers against her lips, voice low, guttural.

"I am yours, Lucien. And you’re mine." Her voice is nothing but a breathy whisper, the promise in it yet clear and steadfast.

"Fucking hell, I am. All yours, my love." His tongue glides into her mouth, brushing her gums, then meeting hers in a dance for dominance. "Equal, mate, husband, and soon the father our children."

His words and the feel of his cock buried so deep inside of her, set fire to her abdomen - autumn Court males have fire in their blood after all and whenever they make love Lucien proves this to her.

Pleasure builds, her skin prickles, her inner muscles tighten around him and when her mate rubs his thumb over her swollen clit, circling the sensitive bud, it is her undoing. She grips the sheets next to her tightly, the other hand on Lucien's shoulder, nails digging in, and falls apart, shatters.

Her soul floats, leaving her body, explodes in colourful sprinkles. Her walls flutter around his cock and Lucien feels how heat pools in his lower back. He is close.

Elain’s eyes roll back, her powerful and glorious mate towering over her, but she can barely make out his features through her blurry vision, shockwaves of pleasure gripping her body. But she knows it. Knows that Lucien is grinning - as bright as the sun. He made her come once again and he is proud. And happy. She has to giggle, the sound breathy, joyful.

Lucien follows her soon after, the blissed-out appearance of his delicate mate after her climax being his undoing. It tips him right over the edge, and so do her noises. With one last, powerful thrust, he spills into her.

The growl that leaves him when he comes, doesn’t only make the cutlery in the kitchen below rattle, but also the windows of the bedroom. The entire house.

"Gods," Elain expresses, air whooshing in and out of her lungs, limbs spasming, chest rising and falling. She brings a hand up, folding it over hear forehead, mouth agape.

Lucien stays buried inside of her a moment longer, broad hands braced next to her body, hips rolling against hers gently, letting her come down from her high slowly. "My love," he whispers, bending down so he can kiss her brow, lips resting on her skin.

Elain meets each gentle rolls of his hips with her own, milking every last drop of his seed.

Slowly, he pulls out of her wet heat, his come truly leaking out of her, coating the insides of her thighs and the mattress below Elain.

Using two broad fingers, Lucien scoops up his hot release, pushing it back into his mate, not able to avoid the smirk from appearing on his lips. "You’re going to be even more beautiful when you're pregnant," he whispers, kissing her bent knee.

Once done with his work, Lucien cleans his digits with his tongue, groaning deeply at the taste of his mate, devouring her once again. He debates if they should just go another round, really wanting to have her come on his tongue this time, but he decides against it. Elain looks exhausted and fully content.

It is perfect to stop right here. So, he hooks his hand under her knee, gently lowering it to the bed. Leaning in, he pampers the soft skin of her belly with gentle pecks, the her breasts and cleavage up to her neck. "Bath, my mate?"

Elain turns her head, kissing Lucien‘s cheek. "If you carry me to the bathroom."

She smiles at him tiredly when he gathers her in his arms, climbing off the bed.

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

Elain bounces on her toes, one hand placed carefully over the small bump of her belly, the other on Lucien‘s pectoral. Her eyes are wide open, her voice hushed, cheeks rosy, when she says, "They will all know that we…had sex."

That draws a whole-hearted loud laugh from her mate, his eyes squeezed shut, his head tipped back.

In Elain’s ears her mate's laughter is the most beautiful sound in the whole entire world, but right in this moment she can’t fully enjoy it.

Lucien sees the expression on her face, and gently grasps her hand, taking it into his. "My love," he says, "after accepting the bond we disappeared for two weeks, don’t you think they already knew then that we are doing more than just holding hands." He kindly smiles at her.

Elain purses her lips and chuckles. "Och, you are right, but it is still weird, now it is like we officially announce to everyone that we—"

"–are soon going to be parents to a wonderful child." He lifts his hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles.

"Can you believe it?" Elain asks, her chest filling with anticipation that lets warmth spread through her entire body.

Lucien smiles, and shakes his head. His hands cradle her face, and he leans his brows against hers, their breaths mingling in front of their faces. "It feels surreal, doesn’t it?"

"I can’t believe we get so lucky. That it worked so fast." Elain is beaming, her smile so bright and radiant, it warms Lucien‘s skin. And his heart. "That conceiving worked so fast. That we will be parents soon."

"Mhm," Lucien hums, his heart swelling with anticipation and their mixed joy. He can't believe it himself. It truly feels surreal, but the anticipation about them becoming parents might be one of the best things he has ever felt.

"Lucien!" Elain expresses and he opens his eyes, meeting her gaze full of radiant happiness. "We are going to be parents!"

Her mate‘s hands slide down to her hips, pulling her just an inch nearer, but so close their chests are touching. "We will provide the best childhood for our little wonder." Lucien’s voice is a little hoarse, eyes glistening with memories of his own childhood.

"We will," Elain assures him, and kisses her mate‘s cheek. "Nothing but love, and understanding and kindness for our little babe." Her arms slide around his shoulders, around his neck, and she brings Lucien in for a tight embrace, his own arms naturally curling around her waist.

"It is cruel," he says after a moment, still holding her tightly. He's almost lifting Elain up at that point. She is standing on her tip toes, atop his toes.

"And it should be forbidden."

"What?" Elain hums, pressing a kiss to the column of her mate‘s neck. Goosebumps appear on his flesh - he is just so sensitive there and Elain loves it.

"That being pregnant makes you even more breathtaking. You are as radiant as the sun, my love."

He means it, he truly does, she can feel it through the bond. And it does something to her. To her heart. To her eyes. She wraps her arms around him tighter, face buried in his shoulder, Lucien‘s lips finding her exposed shoulder, kissing it.

"I love you."

Later when the whole family is gathered around the table at the Riverside Estate, enjoying the lovely dishes Elain has cooked, Lucien finally lifts the protective shield he has kept over his mate the past weeks, allowing everyone to know about their little secret.

Nesta is the first to whip her head into her little sister’s direction. Tears glisten in her eyes when she searches Elain's gaze, her lips parting.

Her younger sister slowly bows her head, a sheepish, yet happy smile appearing on her face.

Then Elain gets up, reaching for Lucien‘s hand. She places their intertwined hands on her small bump, and a big grin, one that reaches from one ear to the other, spreads over the male‘s face.

"There is something we need to tell you."

Cassian’s eyes dip to his sister-in-law's belly, and grinning, he leans back in his chair, on hand always carefully holding his daughter who sits on his right thigh, playing with a little doll. And of course the doll has little wings, she was a gift from aunt Emerie.

"Go on, Laney," Cassian says.

Elain and Lucien share their happiness with their family and are immediately embraced in hugs and congratulations, joyful chatter filling every nook of the house.

Nyx and Alayla are more than excited to meet their new cousin, bombarding Elain with questions how it is possible for baby to be in het belly. And how it got in there. And when they will finally be able to meet them. Nyx is sure it will be a boy. Alayla glowers at him and tells him she knows it will be a girl. Laughing, Elain cuddles them both to her chest, their tiny hands resting atop her belly.

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

"He is kicking." A boyish giggle parts Lucien's lips, his grin spreading from one ear to the other. "I can feel it. He's strong already, his tiny foot kicking my hand."

Lucien kisses Elain's neck, his broad, warm hand placed atop Elain‘s round belly, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"He?" Elain asks with a smile, one brow lifted, a questioning look on her face.

Her mate grins in answer, purely male pride etched upon his features. "Yes, he. Little Lucien."

"What about a little Elain?"

"Two of you? Oh the mother protect me!" Lucien laughs loudly, and after shoving at his shoulder Elain joins in, laughing from the bottom of her heart. Obviously she wouldn’t be mad at him, this was a joke and she loves her mate’s jokes.

He wraps his arm around her shoulders and brings her in for a hug. "Whatever our little one will be, I will love them endlessly and I don’t care one bit about their gender."

Elain leans into him, releasing a contented sigh. He is so good. Her mate is so good. So different-minded to the standards he was born into where males always counted more than females.

"Another kick," he hums, his other hand still on her belly. "Can you feel it?"

"I can, Lu." A single tear slides down Elain’s cheek. "And it is wonderful. I wonder if they will be as active as their father." Elain sighs happily, her chest swelling with the love she already feels for the little one.

"Probably," Lucien chuckles. "But one thing I know for sure is that our little one will be as beautiful as their mother."

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

"I don’t know," Elain sobs, fisting Lucien’s shirt. "I put the vase here and now it is gone. I don't know where it disappeared to. It was here. But it isn't anymore."

"And that is so bad you have to cry about it, my—?"

"Yes, it is!" Elain steps away from her mate, glowering, hands no longer fisting his shirt, but her palms are now pressed flat against his pectorals. "How dare you not see how dramatic the situation really is?" She rolls her eyes and gives her head a shake, snarling.

Lucien calls upon all his restraints to not burst into laughter — those damn mood swings, he thinks and brings his hands up to fold them over Elain's.

"Padron, my lovely flower, I'll help you find the vase."

"You better do," Elain pulls her hands out of his hold. "And you better do it quick, otherwise the flowers die." Her lower lip quavers, tears glistening in her eyes again.

Mother save me, Lucien thinks when his mate storms out of the kitchen, leaving him behind, slightly overwhelmed with the situation. But Cassian has already warned him about how bad the mood swings can be, especially for fae females. Not only once, had Nesta thrown something at the general and then stormed off, only to return crying the next moment, worrying he might end the mating bond with her. It isn't much different with her little sister, Lucien thinks.

The male turns his head and looks at the top-most shelf and spots the vase in an instant. He has to chuckle to himself. He reaches for the vase, then puts water in it and lastly the flowers. He is about to call for his mate when she already bursts through the door, tears cascading down her rosy cheeks.

"You don't hate me now, do you?" Her lower lip is pouted and she hurdles to her mate, hugging him as good as possible with the round belly. "Please, don't hate me."

"I don't hate you, my love." Lucien kisses the top of her head, chuckling a little. "I love you and you throwing a tantrum because of a vase won't—"

"I didn't throw a tantrum. I only—"

Lucien shuts her up with a kiss, his index finger placed beneath her chin. Tilting her head up while he bends down, Lucien deepens the kiss and turns them so Elain's backside is pressed against the counter. A small gasp leaves her when he parts her lips with his tongue, gently letting it brush against hers.

"It's just a vase, my love," he whispers against her lips, his breath tingling her skin.

"But the flowers. The would have died." She presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Thank the Gods, I could save them." Lucien's lips split into a grin and Elain tilts her head to the side so she can look past him, at the beautiful vase with her bouquet in it. "Thank you," she whispers, letting her hands glide up the front of his shirt. "You are truly the best mate to ever exist."

Her grin mirrors his, her smile so radiant it lights up the whole kitchen.

Lucien's hands drop to her hips and he lets them glide down, giving her rear a gentle, two-handed squeeze that has himself groaning and Elain giggling.

Her arms curl around his strong chest, the side of her head resting against his hard muscles. She draws in his scent and relishes it. Lucien holds her tightly, listening to the soft thrumming of their heartbeats, marvelling at Elain's scent and the feeling of her round belly against his chest, the happiness about the life growing inside of her.

"Lucien," Elain mumbles after a small moment and tips her head back, chin resting against his chest.

"Hm?" He looks down at her and finds sudden fire, twin flames of passion, burning brightly in her eyes.

"I am exceptionally needy for my mate. You think you can help me there?"

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

"Bloody, burning hell!" Elain nails dig into Lucien’s hand, most definitely leaving some marks there.

Each contraction tightens around her belly like an invisible vice, fierce and harsh, her insides feeling like they are shredded apart. And somehow they truly are.

The scent of lavender lies in the air, but Elain can’t even focus on it, her whole body is on fire, her skin damp with sweat, tendrils of hair sticking to her forehead.

"Cauldron," she breathes, and squeezes her eyes shut. "This is excruciating."

"You are doing so well, my mate," Lucien comforts his mate. He leans in and kisses her sweat-glazed cheek, his hand naturally coming up to stroke his fingers over her cheek. "Keep going just like this."

Elain huffs. Easier said then done. Her butt hurts, so do her knees, and her heels — she has been pressing them into the mattress for what feels like hours. Days. Years. But nothing, absolutely nothing, absolutely no pain, compares to what it is like to push a baby out of you.

Elain’s breaths come in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling in sync with the waves of pain that surge through her body.

Her thin nightgown is damp as well, sticking to her body like a second skin. Beads of sweat gather on her brow and before Lucien gets a chance to wipe them away, his mother steps in, gently and with utmost care, tabbing Elain's forehead dry with a soft cloth.

"How did you do this seven times?" Elain mewls, her head lolling to the side, resting on Lucien’s strong shoulder.

"Not once was it a piece of cake, but every time worth it," Imala smiles, sweeping the cloth over Elain‘s cheek before she pushes off the bed to discard of it. "And you are doing so well, Elain. Just a few more pushes, keep going. You are so strong, I know you can do it."

"Thank you," Elain wants to smile, but another contraction tears through her body, making her whimper loudly, her hold on Lucien’s hand tightening. He wonders how blood still flows into his fingers, thinking the grip Elain has on him must at one point cut off the blood flow. But it is alright. For Elain he would walk over burning coals and travel to Hell itself.

"I can't do this, Lucien! It hurts so much." Elain‘s voice quivers, tinged with desperation. Another contraction tightens its grip, and Elain feels it everywhere.

Lucien leans in closer, his voice a steady anchor amidst the whirlwind of pain and emotions. "Yes, you can, my love. You're so strong."

She whimpers again, brows lying in furrows. "It just hurts so much."

"I know it does and I wish I could take the pain away from, my love, but it is only a little more. Only a little longer."

Together with Majda, Lucien helps Elain get onto her knees, his hand resting on her back, thumb drawing idle circles on her skin.

"The baby's almost here, Elain. You're so close, you’re nearly fully dilated," Madja comforts, voice calm and nothing but kind assurance in it.

"Push!"

Elain does as told, every muscle in her body pulsating with effort. She cries out again, pure agony in the raw sound.

It’s hurts Lucien to see his mate like that, to watch her go through so much pain and not being able to help. He can’t take the pain from her, and this helplessness…

"Don’t look like there has been rain for months, Lu. You aren't the one giving birth."

A lopsided grin appears on his face and he leans in, kissing Elain's temple. "But I hate seeing my mate in so much pain."

"It will be—f-fucking hell!" The room almost vibrates with her cry. Lucien grimaces. He has never expected that his mate could curse like a sailor, nevertheless would curse like one.

But Majda ignores all the vulgar words — it is probably not the first time she hears them from a female who is about to give birth.

"That is good, Elain, keep going." She gently strokes her hand down Elain’s thigh, offering words of comfort and encouragement. "I can see the head already. Keep pushing. You are doing a great job."

So, Elain pushes again and then pain is agonising. Beads of sweat glisten on her forehead as she grips sheets below her and Lucien‘s hand on the other side, her knuckles white from the effort.

As Elain gathers her strength, her body responds to it, and despite the excruciating pain she manages to push again. Lucien seems to hold his breath, tension so high, his heart nearly bursts out of his chest, his skin clammy.

"My love," he whispers, "you are doing so well." Despite the blood flow to his hand probably being cut off because his mate‘s grip is like a vice, he strokes his thumb over her fingers. "Keep going. You are so strong. You’re soon there."

The contractions are becoming more painful with each passing minute, but Elain is encouraged by her mate’s voice. His presence alone comforts her, empowers her. Lucien would never leave her, he will always be by her side, always supports her. He will hold her hand throughout everything. No matter what. He will go every step of the way with her. And she knows that if he could take her pain away, he would. He would sit here in agony if only it meant she wouldn't have to feel any kind of pain.

"I love you." Elain’s voice is barely above a whisper, but Lucien hears her words. Feels them through the bond.

"More than anything else in this world," he answers and kisses the top of her head. Her hair is damp, so is her skin, cheeks flushed but to Lucien she is still the most beautiful female that there is.

Another contraction tears through her, shattering her insides, and Elain pushes once again. Pushes hard and many times, Lucien not once letting go of her hand. A tremor courses through her, and with her last ounce of energy, she pushes and a sound of triumph leaves Majda.

Elain slumps against her mate, crying out, exhaustion and relief washing over her in tidal waves. She is sobbing, wetting Lucien’s shirt and he is crying with her when Madja cradles the little babe to her chest after having cut through the umbilical cord. Elain is drained, feels both mentally and physically exhausted, but all she cares about is seeing her baby. She wants to turn but she is in pain, everything hurts. She shifts and tumbles, trying to keep her eyes open, trying to search for her baby, tries to hear her baby, but there is no noise. Her lids feel heavy, her vision blurry, her head pounding, a haze lying in her head.

"Lu?" she breathlessly expresses, voice tinged with panic.

"It’s all good," he says, but his own heartbeat increases, cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. But is it truly?

Lucien helps his mate lower herself to the bed before his head whips to Madja. In the corner of his eye, he spots his mother rushing to the healer and the babe in her arms. Why isn’t the little one crying? It should be crying. Lucien heart drops into his stomach.

Time seems to slow until it comes to a full standstill. Silence falls upon the room, almost like everyone holds their breath. No one dares to move or say anything until—

A piercing cry tears through the silence, and relief settles upon everyone, most importantly Elain and Lucien begin to shed more tears.

Wrapped in a soft, light green blanket, Majda hands the tiny little bundle to Elain. With a smile on her lips she says, "Congratulations on your son, Elain, Lucien."

Elain feels a sense of joyful relief when she the newborn is placed in her arms, when she feels his presence for the very first time, no longer inside her belly but in her arms.

He is so tiny, so fragile, almost as light as a feather. Tears cascade down Elain’s flushed cheeks as she cradles the little baby in her arms.

Lucien leans in, crying tears of pure joy, and pampering his mate’s head with many kisses. And enormous sense of love floods Elain and a sob rips itself free - he is beautiful. And looks just like she imagined Lucien had looked like as a babe. The little boy’s skin is dark and atop his head he already has a dusting of auburn hair. He is tiny, almost nothing in her arms, but he is warm and soft, lying on her chest, on her rapidly beating heart.

"Lu," Elain whispers and turns her head. She kisses her mate’s cheek, wet with his and now also her own tears. "He is beautiful."

Silent sobs still leave the Vanserra male when his mother steps into him, her hands placed on his shoulders, lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. Lucien lifts his hand, stroking his index finger (which looks absolutely gigantic next to the little bundle) over their son’s tiny cheek.

He leans in again, his eyes shimmering with tears of joy and pride. "You were incredible, Elain. I'm so proud of you."

Madja wipes the cloth over Elain’s forehead once more before she steps away, Imala following her, giving the new parents space.

"You've brought a beautiful life into this world," she whispers before closing the door behind her.

Elain wants to thank her, but the healer is already gone, so she shifts on the bed, making room for Lucien. He slings his arm around her shoulders, letting her rest against his chest, his hand moving hers. The one she has placed on the little bundle.

Lucien leans his head against Elain’s, both their eyes focused on the little wonder in Elain‘s arms. "Ash?"

"Yes," Lucien hums, squeezing her to him, his heart beating in the same rhythm as hers. "I love it. I love you."

He revels in her scent and the soft giggle that parts her lips when she moves her index finger over the babies face, almost like she wants to memorise every little feature of their baby boy. "Ash Vanserra," she softly hums. "I already know he will be a little troublemaker, but we couldn't love him any more for it."

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ꨄBonten’s Property 2ꨄ

Part One

Yandere Bonten Au

❦You pick up your boss and fellow executives from the club❦

❣︎Yall asked for it so here's a short after the storm❣︎

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

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I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Bonten’s Property 2

This can’t be.

Your body shivers as you hold your knees against your chest, eyes widened as you rock back and forth slowly. Your heart pounds as your cold body contrasts with the sweat dripping down your forehead. Your fear came true. They found you.

All the therapy in the world couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia. No matter how many times you checked your surroundings, your friends and deceased boyfriend comforted you, deep down you knew that your fate lies with them. You thought they’d kill you. You thought that once you were found you would be tortured to death. They might as well considering they stripped your life from you. Slaughtering your boyfriend as well as forcing you to cut contact with the world and abducting you.

Your nails leave indents on your legs, your grip tightening as the shackles of the cuffs jingle, the cold metal scraping against your exposed skin. You couldn’t help the feeling of anger that merged with your despair. It wasn’t fair. How dare they take the life you created for yourself after you escaped? What gives them the right to continue taking from you?

You ignore the dried blood and stench of old flesh that meets your nostrils, bile forming in your throat as you shake your head. Your eyes are dry of anymore tears leaving the residue trail down your cheeks. You hadn’t seen them since you woke up in this room. You had no sense of time but it had to be days that you’ve been left in one of the familiar torture rooms with little food and water.

You gag when the memory of your boyfriend’s decapitated head comes into picture, Rin’s feet rolling the head side to side as he waits for your presence. As if his skull was a ball. The pain in your stomach increases as you struggle to release the liquid from your body, nothing coming up.

You keep your head down when you hear the creaking of the door opening and closing. Quiet footsteps follow as one person enters. You ignore their presence as they squat next to you, kneeling with food on a plate.

“Y/n.” You close your eyes, hoping that if you continue to ignore the person they will leave and allow you to starve to death. They sigh before two fingers are placed under your chin, forcing you to move your head though your eyes continue to stare ahead. You felt food against your lips, turning your head away.

“I’m not gonna force you to eat, but if I have to get Sanzu or Mikey in here, you’re not gonna like it.” Kazutora states with a stoic expression as he continues to hold the end of the chopsticks against your lips. You scowl.

“Go ahead. Let them kill me.” You growl. “I’d rather be in hell than here!” Your grip tightens around your legs once more. He shakes his head.

“You’re only going to make things worse for yourself if you keep acting like this.” He lowers the food to his lap.

“How else am I supposed to act?” You hissed. “Do I need to remind you what you all did to me?”

He sets the food on the ground next to you before standing from the ground. He heads to the door and turns back slightly to look at you.

“If you don’t get your act together, you’ll never leave this spot.” The door shuts behind him as the tensity in your body leaves. You allow a large breath to release as you lean your body against the wall behind you.

It didn’t take long for the door to slam open. What you didn’t expect was for the pink haired fiend to be dragging someone in by their arm before throwing them to the ground with a loud thud, Mikey following behind.

The person’s voice was muffled under the brown sack as they grunted when they attempted to reposition themselves. Sanzu forces them to sit up, facing you before he snatches the sack off. You gasp when you and your bruised up friend make eye contact.

“Y-Y/n, w-what’s going on?” They cry out.

“F/n?” You say breathlessly in disbelief. Your eyebrows furrowed as you look at Mikey. The click of the gun in Mikey’s hand echoes throughout the room. He nods his head toward Sanzu.

You gasp after he pulls his arm pack and lands a harsh punch against your friend’s face, forcing blood out of their mouth as their face is turned to the side. He grabs them by the shirt and lands another punch causing them to drop to the floor when he releases them. He yanks them up by their hair and connects his fist with their nose twice as they cry out and gurgle on their own blood, teeth damaged as they scrunch their eyes in pain.

“Stop! Please!” You were only ignored as he continued to land punch after punch before giving a final kick to their stomach as Mikey held his hand up to halt Sanzu’s attack.

“You want freedom?” Mikey questions with his dark eyes boring into you with nothingness. You nod frantically.

“Then it’s your choice.” He says before aiming the gun to your friend.

“I’ll kill them and let you go.” He then turns the barrel of the gun to you. “Or I kill you and let them go.”

You freeze as your friend releases shaky sobs at the sound of their fate. Neither option is fair for either one of you. The decision isn’t hard logically, but morally is the struggle.

“Mikey, please.” You beg, despite knowing that there’s no changing his mind.

“Y/n, please! I-I don’t want to die.” Your heart pounds faster as your breathing becomes ragged.

“I-I…”

“Don’t keep the King waiting, Y/n. Hurry up and choose.” Sanzu smirks.

You tried so hard to rid yourself of this lifestyle. To rid yourself of them. It would only be fair for you to get a second chance to rebuild once more. Then again, your friend was brought into this by being involved with you. It’s your fault that they’re in this predicament. It would only be right to take the fall as much as it sucks. You’ve already accepted that you will die by their hands at some point. At least you’d be free either way.

You lower your head. “Kill me.” You whisper, awaiting your fate. You flinch when a gunshot echoes through the room, looking up in confusion when you hadn’t been impacted. You gasp as you eye your friend struggling to breathe with blood pooling under them.

“N-no! I didn’t…!” You were cut off by another gunshot, your leg numbing before you felt an agonizing pain shoot up your thigh, body trembling as you stare wide eyed at the display.

Another shot rings out after the other as your friend’s body stills, shot by your former boss as you grunt and cry out in pain. You were so caught up by the blood staining your clothes that you didn’t hear the door open. You hadn’t even realized that anyone else was in the room until you were unshackled and lifted from the ground while breathing heavily as you tried to mask the pain.

“You reek.” Rin says as he stands beside his older brother who holds you bridal style.

“Ah Rin, don't be so mean. She still looks pretty with all this blood on her.” Ran smirks as he carries you out of the room.

“You should behave, Y/n. I wanna play with our doll again.” You’d eye them with disgust if you weren’t focused on the pain throbbing from your leg’s wound. Your vision began to blur as you entered the hallway, the black dots connecting as you’re engulfed with darkness.

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ettelenethelien · 2 months

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1st age Beleriand dashboard simulator • part 2 (this time with Men!)

Part 1 here

🌲 find-me-in-dorthonion following

is it weird to get existential dread when you think on how short our lives must seem to elves?

#musings #edainsafespace

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🌻 sunflower-south

Doriath is problematic

Am I the only person to think that there's something very wrong with how the Doriathrim sit safe behind their girdle while the rest of us is exposed to enemy attacks?

🍂 0r0ph3r following

Are we then supposed to remove the girdle in the name of "solidarity"??

I can't even begin to list everything that's bonkers with your premise.

#noldor being entitled jerks

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I wish there was a way to report people for using quenya on here. ugh

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The way some of the people here talk about the secondborn is sick, to be honest. They're Eruhini, they're not animals, they're not worthless, they're not usurpers, they're not to be called slurs, and I don't care what Fëanor said or didn't say, I thought it was well accepted those are the lies of our common enemy!

#and if I hear one more person say mortal deaths in the war don't matter because they didn't have much to live anyway I will personally strangle them #tw anti-edain sentiment

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Reminder: if you wouldn't say "engwa", don't say "nogoth" either, both are slurs.

🍏say-ros

But I would say "engwa" xd

and I know some people use one and not the other cause they think the naugrim are worse even than the engwar; I obviously don't, both of you are so low down one can't get lower - but I don't argue with them.

👊🏽iglishmek following

I will not dignify this with a response.

#ugh I thought I had him blocked though #amended now #wonder if it's the same one that's been harassing me on anon

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#uhhh #stating the exact mix would be as good as telling you my name #guess I'm one of a kind haha #but at the same time I'm also as Sinda as they come

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we've received news of an attack... seems more serious than usual... if I stop posting you know what hit me.

#i don't suppose there's a tag for #that weird fire in the north #oh wait wdym there is?? #love y'all #hold tight

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#and so we've reached the Bragollach #part 3 - the great tales included - hopefully incoming #Saeros seems the kind of person to engage in anon hate...#//#my post #tolkien #Silmarillion #edain #noldor #lúthien tinúviel #saeros #Doriath #unreality #in-universe texts #in universe documents

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iamthedukeofurl · 9 months

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Thinking back on Ward and Worm, I feel like Wildbow’s talent as a writer lies in making really good use of the first person perspective. He’s really good at getting into the heads of his viewpoint characters such that you fully understand their perspectives and why they think what they’re doing is correct. Like, thinking back to the Taylor surrenders herself arc, she shows up saying “Hey, don’t just pardon my friends, give them free license to Be Supervillains”, which is an insane thing for any state actors to agree with, but while reading the story it seems like she’s the reasonable one and the PRT are the obstinate assholes too proud to take the obvious mutually beneficial solution. It’s not like she’s saying “Pardon them so long as they don’t do any more crimes”, because that offer would have required talking to her friends ahead of time to get them onboard, and she didn’t want to do that. But in the moment, you perfectly understand Taylor’s perspective. She won’t abandon her friends, but now that she’s exposed her only options are to give herself up, or escalate into a war against the PRT, and she doesn’t want to do the latter. From her perspective, this is the solution that lets her opt out of a war against the PRT without abandoning her friends. You fully understand why this is the Best Option from her perspective, and why she feels that the PRT are being stupid not accepting it. Victoria does the same thing, everything Victoria does, you understand why she thinks it’s the right thing to do. Her narrative is written with the deep confidence of somebody fully convinced of their own rightness, even as it’s pretty deeply contradictory and frequently absurd. The difference is, Worm does a lot of work to separate Taylor’s perspective from the narrative. We spend so much of the story behind her eyes that it isn’t really thrown in our faces, but stepping back you can see that Taylor isn’t supposed to be Correct about everything, she changes as the story goes on. She acts perfectly rationally only from her perspective, and there are many points where her perspective and the reality of the world differ, and the story acknowledges that, albeit subtly enough that “Taylor Herbert, Most Correct Person” is a valid reading. The trick is that Taylor grows and changes over the story, putting all of her actions in the context of “This was informed by who she was at the time” rather than a hyper-rationalist “This was the correct action to take”. Ward, by contrast, doesn’t really have Victoria go through much of a journey, and the setting is divorced enough from real world context that it can be hard to tell if Victoria is supposed to be the most correct person ever, or absolutely insane. When ordinary prisons are not enough, she devises a system where people are exiled to an uninhibited world with bare minimum support and told to fend for themselves, except for the guy who gets a bunch of extra goodies by doing a favor for Victoria’s best friend. In the places were it would make perfect sense for Victoria to be super irrational (amy) the narrative goes out of it’s way to justify Victoria’s opinions, and so elsewhere it’s not clear if Victoria’s actions are supposed to be so obviously wrong that you understand she’s incorrect without a big ‘ol “THIS IS A BAD THING TO DO” label, or if you’re supposed to be nodding along with how clever and smart she is.

#parahumans #ward #worm #Taylor Herbert #Victoria Dallon

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You’re mine pt.3

Pt.1 Pt.2

Warnings: Yandere themes, talks of alcohol, possessiveness, Minors DNI (This is a black reader fanfic. Please do not ask me to change that. Thank you 😄)

Y/n had slipped away from Price’s grasp. She slipped away when he thought he had a tight grasp on her. Her response had shocked him, but what else should he have expected? You’d only known him for a month, of course you’d choose your family.

Deep down price knew you were lying. The more he dug deeper into your personal life the more he found out about you and your family. You were close to your father but had cut off ties with your mother. He realized just how big your family tree was, you had family in the CIA. Family in the military that were captains just like him.

‘This might be harder than I thought.’ Price thought to himself. He was seated in the darkness of his office. His computer screen illuminating light on his face. He’d need a better approach. He couldn’t just separate you from your family when they were generals and CIA. He’d have to get you to willingly separate yourself. And even that was a risk. You were climbing up the ranks fast, just as expected which left Price in a time crunch. Price groaned in frustration, standing up from his desk, flicking the lights on.

A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. The person on the other side waiting to enter at his command. “Come in.” Price’s voice rang out. He already knew it wasn’t Laswell, she comes in without waiting for his approval.

The door opened revealing y/n who was now a lieutenant, like ghost. She had a guilty expression on her face. One that she so desperately tried to hide. A tray of food in her hands . One that consisted of bread, rice and soup. “I got dinner for you….i didn’t see you down at the mess hall.” The darker female spoke. She placed the tray on the cherry oak desk that was littered with paperwork. Immediately Price closed the laptop, raising suspicions but y/n did not comment on it.

“You’re not the type to be….affectionate like this.” John stated, folding his arms over his chest. “I wanted to apologize for earlier this week. I didn’t mean for it to sound like I didn’t care for you or -“

“I get it….No hard feelings.” John spoke, looking over at your form. “I know I just sprung it on you. I should be apologizing, let me take you out to dinner. As a date.”

Y/n looked conflicted, causing Price’s eyes to narrow. Had someone spoken ill about him? Just as the older male were about to speak up one more y/n nodded. “Yeah….that sounds nice.” Prices expression changed before y/n got a good look at him. He needed to reel her in, he needed her to drop her guard around him. It was obvious she’d never been spoiled before. She’d never been showered with gifts, maybe that was his opening. “How does Friday at seven sound?”

That one, small nod from y/n was all he needed. He’d pick out a dress for her to wear, slowly get her to depend on him until she no longer needed to be in the military anymore.

Throughout the week he found out her favorite color, flowers and food. By the time Friday rolled by Price had a reservation to a restaurant locked in place. Y/n was notorious for staying on base when everyone else was out and about or back home. Currently it was the former.

Standing in front of the mirror, y/n fiddled with the fitted dress. She felt exposed in it, she tried everything. Wearing a cardigan, to wearing tights with it until y/n decided to change the dress. ‘I’ll just say it was too small.’ Y/n thought to herself as she changed into a red dress and throwing a cardigan over it. Leaving it unbuttoned she opened her office door.

“You’re not wearing the dress I picked out.”

Y/n yelped at the voice. Prices looming form startled her. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.” She put a hand over her heart, settling down from the scare. “But….no. I’m not. It was too small.” Y/n lied through her teeth as she closed and locked her office door.

‘That dress is the same size.’ Price thought. He already went through her clothes to find out what was her size. He didn’t care about morals or privacy at this point. Brushing it off Price tried not to think about it. Instead he gave y/n the flowers he’d bought earlier that day.

Y/n looked at him almost surprised that he’d gotten her flowers. A bouquet of dark, red roses were decorated in only a manner you’d see in movies. “I didn’t know what you wanted so….I thought this would be my best bet.” Price lied. He’d done plenty of stalking research to find out what you liked. He could see the sparkle in y/n’s eyes. A bright smile on her face as she gently took the red roses. “They’re gorgeous.” She said, playing with one of the soft petals. “They smell amazing….Thank you.”

Price felt a small swell of pride in his chest. If he kept this up maybe things might go his way. “Wait right here. I think I have a vase.” Y/n said, going back into her office. She left the door open so Price could step in. Her office wasn’t something he expected. Little trinkets that looked like they were made from children sat on her shelves. A picture frame sat on her desk, facing away from him. He leisurely walked in behind y/n. Picking up the picture frame while y/n fiddled with the bouquet of roses. Price’s eyes narrowed. One of the generals that resembled y/n was in the photo. His arm slinked around y/n’s waist, a graduation hat on top of her head. He looked older. His salt and pepper hair was prominent, showing off his old age. ‘That’s definitely her father.’ Price thought to himself, putting the frame back down.

“Okay, I’m ready.” The sound of the vase making contact with the mahogany shelf. The red roses were now damp, small droplets of water resting on the delicate petals. Price found his arm snaking around y/n waist, leading the female out of her office and to his vehicle.

Y/n found herself siting across from Price. Her gaze tracing the details and art that were on the crevices of the menu. She furrowed her eyebrows, a nervous look on her face. ‘Why is everything on here so fucking expensive?’ Y/n thought, her gaze locked into the prices. ’50 pounds just for a lobster? You’ve got to be kidding me.’

Y/n was starting to regret not eating before this date. What if she ordered too much food? The cheapest thing was the lobster itself and y/n wasn’t really into seafood like that.

John could practically feel the nervousness radiating from y/n. He could tell her eyes were locked onto the prices of all the items. “Don’t worry about the prices. This is my treat.” His voice easing the female’s nervousness.

Before she knew it the waiter had come over. John spoke up before her ordering his drink as well as attempting to order one for y/n. “I don’t drink…” Y/n said, gently cutting him off making the waiter pause. Her pen stopped moving before crossing out the wine that Price had just ordered for you. “You don’t?” Price asked. He thought he’d heard her wrong but y/n only shook her head. Price sat back, allowing y/n order the choice of drink she wanted. As soon as the waiter had left to retrieve their beverages, John spoke up.

“I thought I’ve seen you drink wine before.” It was almost as if John couldn’t believe it. He thought he knew everything about you. But apparently, you’ve changed.

“That was probably a soda…or cranberry juice. I stopped drinking a few years ago.”

Price nodded. You had your reasons, the male wouldn’t question you. Instead he changed the subject, wanting to ease up the mood. “Do you believe this soulmate system works?”

Y/n looked up from her menu. Looking at him through her lashes. “I’m not sure…” Y/n truthfully answered. “I’ve seen soulmates fall apart and I’ve seen others thrive. To me it’s a hit or miss. Just because we’re soulmates doesn’t mean we are one hundred percent compatible.”

Good, you weren’t gullible. Maybe it would’ve been easier if you were. But who know who or what could’ve snatched you up by now if you were.

By the end of dinner John had found out more about you. It was better than he’d expected. When the check came out y/n took a peek at it before John could grab it himself. Sneakily she put her card in it. Setting it down next to her for the waiter to come back.

“What are you doing? Give me the check.” Price chuckled, going to reach out for the slip but y/n only pulled it away. “It’s three hundred pounds…you can pay for the next one.”

“Oh? So youre thinking about letting me take you out again?” Price asked, a shit eating grin crossed his face as y/n spoke up, “Hm….maybe.”

”Then let me pay. It’s the least I can do for letting me take you out.” There seemed to be a small rivalry between the two. Y/n kept the check close by her, waiting for the waiter to come by again to grab it. As y/n spoke her guard began to drop. “Thank you but-hey!”

Price had leaned over, swiping the check from y/n’s hands. He replaced her card with one of his own, giving back y/n’s card with a cheeky grin on his face. Lady luck seemed to be on his side because the waiter came back around. Taking the check from price and running it through the system before coming back.

As they left the restaurant y/n’s arms unconsciously snaked around Prices arm. Before she even knew it Price led her to the passenger side, opening the car door for her. She could feel her cheeks warm up, thanking the heavens that her skin tone didn’t allow people to see her blush. Y/n’s arms unwrapped themselves from price. Thanking the older man, she got in. The sound of the passenger side door closing before everything was silent seemed to calm her.

Her mind replaying the events that had happened earlier in the night as price got in next to her. The sound of the engine roaring bringing her back from her thoughts. By the time they’d arrived back in the base it was dark out. The street lamps nearby were on and the crickets chirped around them. “I had a nice time with you.” Y/n spoke, her steps slowing down as she neared her office.

“If you let me take you out more often you could have fun with me all the time.” Price said. Pulling one arm up, leaning on the doorway. “I’d like that.” Y/n whispered, pulling her purse closer to her. Without thinking y/n leaned over kissing his cheek. Giving him enough time to pull away or stop.

Before y/n could freak out over what she had just done John grinned. Pushing himself off the wall. “I’ll pick you up next Wednesday. Try to wear what I buy you this time…yeah?” John asked, pushing away the pieces of hair that fell in front of y/n’s face before stepping away, bidding y/n a goodnight.

By the time John had made it to his own chambers he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. A red, lipstick kiss mark was on his cheek. The poor man almost didn’t want to wash it off.

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