#entire meal is exhausting then that's better than nothing!

[cinnamoneve]

𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧.

eonian \ əʊnɪən \ (adj.) - continuing forever or indefinitely; lasting for an immeasurable amount of time

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x gn!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: food always tastes better when it's shared with someone you love. even if you're too tired to appreciate it ❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader doesn't like red bean paste lol (this is self indulgent because i do not like red bean paste. im sorry.) ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 2k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: i love domesticity i love boring things about being in love!!! in my mind gojo isn't sealed and nothing bad ever happens to him, he's eating taiyaki on the floor and happy ♡ please enjoy

satoru said he’d be home hours ago.

tracking him down when he was out on a mission was near impossible. you both agreed that if there was any kind of emergency, he’d definitely find a way to get to you. but if not, no news was good news with satoru’s work.

unfortunately, this made any type of planning difficult for the two of you, so you had to soak up all the time together you could.

by the time you had finished dinner, your appetite was gone, and you’d realized that the last thing you wanted to do was eat by yourself in the quiet apartment. you covered the food, as if a thin layer of plastic would help to preserve the presentation and flavor. satoru would eat when he’s home, and you’d join him, you thought.

mealtimes always made satoru a little bashful. he refused to eat without you, and would pout if you didn’t uphold your end of it as well. satoru firmly believes that food always tastes better when you share it with someone you love. whether or not it’s true, or whether or not you believe it yourself, satoru has an almost parasitic way of infecting you with every inch of him; so throughout your entire relationship, you can count all the meals you’ve eaten alone on one hand.

hidden beneath the five languages of love, there has to be a secret, sixth one that satoru has surrounding food. what better way to tell you he loves you than to cut your apples the way you like? or remember your takeout order? not to mention the sampling of any dessert place within a certain radius of his mission, just for him to steal a bite. or two. or three.

sharing a meal with satoru felt deeply intimate. with every bite from his plate, it felt like his love was devouring you at the same time. whole, or piece by piece, even. he had always wondered if you’d caught on that his sweet tooth developed after he kissed you for the first time. he’s just hoping to find something sweet enough to hold himself over until the next time he gets to fall in love with you again, and again.

collapsing on the couch, you drifted off thinking about what dessert he’d bring you this time. some type of pastry? a sweet bread, doughnut, or maybe a cake sampling? you wondered if he’d smear icing on your nose so he could kiss it off again, or how many kisses he’d steal between bites. or even, the gentle way he held his hand underneath your chin to catch any stray crumbs.

your daydreaming got the best of you, however, and you hadn't realized the time when you heard the all-too familiar sound of a key jingling in the door handle.

you sit up a bit and make yourself look like you weren’t fantasizing about a man who is already and desperately yours. you didn’t want satoru to feel guilty–he wouldn’t want you to stay up too late for him.

it’s around 3am when the door opens.

he looks wiped. your poor, pouty boyfriend melted in your arms when you met him at the door.

“i missed you, love,” was all he managed to croak out before exhaustion hit him, nearly leaning on all of you with his weight to keep himself stable.

“i saved you something to eat, satoru,”

“oh, thank you. i love you,”

he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead after mumbling the confession, and shuffled his way into the kitchen. not even halfway in, his legs called it quits and he resorted to sitting down on the cold floor.

“i don’t think i’m moving from this spot”

“i’ll join you, honey,” you spoke softly, almost nervous that your words would shatter him. 

you leaned down and helped him take off his blindfold. he ran his fingers through his hair, eager to loosen it up and relieve the tension building. 

you notice a white box wrapped in delicate twine. 

“can i take that from you? where can i put this?”

satoru rubs the day out of his eyes. “anywhere’s fine. this shop near me today is known for its taiyaki. i couldn’t remember which filling you liked, so i got them all. we don’t have to eat them now”

satoru had watched you order taiyaki before, on numerous occasions. for a man who can remember every detail of orders from restaurants you like, there’s no way in hell he could ever forget which filling you preferred. chalk it up to exhaustion, maybe, or his own selfish intention of eating the ones you don’t like.

you grabbed the box and put it on the counter, silently.

satoru watched your every step as you carefully reheated the dinner you made. although, a puzzled expression crossed his pretty face when he saw you reheating two plates instead of one.

“you didn’t eat?” he asked, almost whispering.

“hm?” you almost didn’t hear him. “oh, no, satoru, how could i? i wanted to wait for you”

he rests his head on the cabinets behind him, gently pouting away from you.

“it’s late, love, you could’ve eaten without me.”

his voice was sincere, but you knew his words weren’t. eating alone would’ve been the straw that broke the camel's back, he realized, and he regretted his bold-faced lie the second the words left his mouth.

all you did was continue to heat up your plates, a soft smile adorning your tired features. satoru looked at you like you were made of an ornate and delicate glass, something precious to admire but never touch. you were almost a heavenly treasure, tonight especially, and he couldn’t help but watch in silence.

you grabbed your plates and sat with him on the floor, just enough to be close but not in his personal space. extending out your legs to get comfortable, satoru gently laced his long, spindly legs with yours. anything to be in your space.

“eat up, it’s hot,” was all you said.

satoru did as he was told, grabbing the plate from your hands gently so as to not burn himself.  

“thank you for the food,”

you sat in silence for a bit, just enjoying the meal you made and each other’s presence. usually, satoru is buzzing to tell you about work missions; the kind of curse, how his students did, if he had to dramatically save them (and how cool he looked doing it too). tonight was different. you’re not sure if something happened or if he was just too tired to even bring it up, but you still wanted to ask.

“do you wanna talk about your mission today, satoru?”

“mmm, there’s nothing to talk about, babe,” he added between bites, “it was super lame and long. i missed you the whole time, though”

“thinking about me with an ugly curse in front of you, how romantic”

“ah, hush, you know what i mean,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his leg against yours. “how about you, how was your day?”

you finish your meal and set your clean plate on the kitchen floor with a big sigh. 

“booooring,” you shifted closer to satoru as he finished up as well, “i had no work to do, so i just hung out here all day.”

“mmm, sounds fun though. a day to do nothing, i mean” satoru put his hand on your leg as he looked off at the floor. 

he wondered how he’d spend a day off. his first thought was to spend it with you, and the next, would be to take his students out. maybe to an expensive shop nobara wanted to see so he could spoil her a bit, or take yuuji to some movie he’s begged someone, anyone, to see with him. or actually, the day could be spent finding megumi a quiet bookstore in a quaint and cozy town so he can truly soak up some alone time.

naturally, his thoughts go back to you, and how you could spend the time together. god, the possibilities were just endless. a day trip? a movie marathon? a romantic day together filled with any type of date you’ve ever wanted? he didn’t care. a day in bed with you would be a day fulfilling and well-spent.

not once did he consider spending it alone. he was selfless like that, but also selfish like that. 

you grabbed his plate and stood up to put it in the sink, grabbing the pastry box on your way back to joining him on the floor.

“doing nothing is fun, i guess, until it really isn't. it’s lame being alone,” you say. you sit a little bit closer to him than before, throwing out your regard for satoru’s personal space. if anything, his hand on your thigh was an indication, a blinding one, really, that you should be closer to him.

satoru’s leg finds yours as his hands reach for the box. 

“what, you miss me or something?” 

his ridiculous question forms a reluctant smile on your lips. you look at him as he gently holds one of the taiyaki between his teeth, passing you the box and avoiding eye contact.

“hmm, maybe a little,” you answer, grabbing the box from his lap.

satoru takes a bite and looks at you, exaggeratedly offended.

his mouth is full.

“only a little?” 

“yeah. just, like, a teensy bit”

satoru sighs dramatically after he swallows his first bite.

“and to think i brought home your favorite filling too, from a famous taiyaki shop”

you meticulously pick out one of the crispy fish from the box, hoping you guessed the filling correctly.

“i thought you didn’t remember my favorite,”

satoru stops chewing for a second to mull it over.

“c’mon. did you really believe that?”

“hehe, no,” you giggle, “you’re not good at lying to me, you know”

“whatever,” he groans, finishing off his last bite.

biting into yours, you realize you picked wrong, and the taste of anko fills your mouth. you stop chewing immediately.

“blegh, i got a red bean paste filled one,” you moan.

“i’ll eat it, baby,” satoru grabs the fish and the box from your hands. he picks out another. “this one is chocolate filled, and this one is custard. i wasn’t sure if you liked matcha, but i got a couple of those too,”

you grab your favorite from the ones he pointed out, and scoot up to kiss him on the jaw.

“thank you, satoru, this is sweet.”

“i don’t even know how you function without liking anko,” satoru replies, “even if it’s a red flag, you’re so welcome,”

you both continue to eat your treats together, commenting on how the shop lives up to its reputation. satoru helps you to your feet as you begin putting the leftovers away for the night.

as you turn to the bedroom for your long overdue sleep, satoru doesn’t follow.

“coming to bed, honey?” you ask.

“i’m gonna clean up a little. you don’t have to wait for me,”

“leave it for the night, satoru, it’s been a hell of a day,”

if one person cooks, the other cleans. it was an unwritten rule in the household. satoru liked keeping a clean house to maintain a clear mind, but he was relieved to hear tonight was the exception.

he turns off the lights and finds you on his way to the bedroom.

“thank you for waiting for me tonight, my love”

“i only did so the food would taste better, you know,” you laugh back.

“i’d say it was worth it then.”

if only food could taste this good forever, could be this sweet, you would wait a million years just to sit with satoru on the kitchen floor.

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[sunkissed-zegras]

38. "stay with me, please? i need you tonight. maybe for the rest of my life, if you're generous."

with jamie!

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 | jd⁹

♡ ─ word count | 1.6k

♡ ─ warnings | hurt/comfort, ANGST!! jamie being an asshole (but it was lowkey justified), mention of his injury/trade :((, thats all!

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay listen i forgot the prompt but the last few paragraphs basically describe what the prompt conveys if that makes sense, i still hope u enjoy it nonnie 😭🩷

Jamie had a pretty hard season, with him moving to Philadelphia unexpectedly and him being injured had really gotten to him. He's spent the last two weeks at home recovering and trying to get better as soon as he could, he wanted to be back on the ice as soon as possible. His injury added another layer of frustration. The pain, both physical and emotional, weighed heavily on him. Hockey had always been his sanctuary, and the forced break on top of the trade felt like the whole universe was against him.

You entered the condo, sighing with exhaustion. The last couple months had been frustrating for you as well, but it didn't even come close to how Jamie was feeling. As you entered the small condo, you heard the shower running and assumed it was Jamie.

You put down everything and began starting on dinner, Jamie probably hadn't eaten anything except breakfast. You were worried for him, more than you could ever express. You'd always had faith in him even in the lowest of the lows but he had never been this low in his entire career. He'd always been a determined person but right now, it really did feel like the odds were stacked up against him.

You wanted to do everything in your power to make him happy again, even if it was for a fleeting moment before the world closing on him again. The smell of a home-cooked meal began to fill the air as you moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and preparing a comforting dish.

As you worked, your thoughts lingered on Jamie's struggles - the trade, the injury, and the emotional toll it all took on him. You understood the importance of hockey in his life, how it served as a source of purpose. Tonight, you wanted to provide not just a meal but a reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle, no matter what happens.

As your timer beeped, indicating that dinner was ready, you set the table, adorned with comforting dishes. The shower turned off, and soon Jamie emerged, his weariness evident in his movements. You gave him a warm smile, opening up your arms for a hug.

"I made your favorite,"

He slumped down to your height and embraced you tightly, sighing. You let him hug you before he slipped away from the embrace, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders as he did. The weariness in his pretty eyes spoke volumes, but so did the gratitude for the effort you put into making the evening a little brighter.

"Thank you," Jamie murmured, his voice a mixture of fatigue and appreciation. He walked over to the table and sat down as you brought waters from the fridge before sitting with him.

"How was your day?" You asked gently as you settled into the seat, glancing up to watch him.

"It was fine." He responded shortly as he began eating the food, avoiding your gaze. You knew he didn't want to come off bitter but it stung, you tried your best to not to take it personal. "You?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to maintain a casual tone. "Work had its moments, but nothing too exciting. I did manage to catch up with Maya over the phone today, she said she missed us back in California."

You knew you had messed up as you heard Jamie's fork hit the plate, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned California. You looked up and caught his tired gaze as he sighed.

"I'm sorry," you offered softly, regret lacing your words. "I didn't mean to bring up anything that might upset you. It's just habit to share little updates about people we know, you know?"

Jamie took a deep breath, and you could see the effort it took for him to compose himself. "It's okay," he finally replied, though the strain in his voice betrayed the words. "I just... miss the way things used to be."

His vulnerability hung in the air, and you felt a pang of empathy. The unexpected move to Philadelphia had disrupted not only his career but also the familiar life you both had in California. You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. "I miss it too, Jamie. But we'll make new memories here. It just takes time."

He sighed and pulled his hand away from yours, your chest squeezing in hurt. He took the fork and continued to eat, choosing to stay silent. You didn't know why he was being so distant, so cold. You hated it but you couldn't resent him for it, you knew it wasn't his fault. That still didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

The room seemed to shrink with the silence, the only sound was the clinking of cutlery against the plate. The unspoken tension between you and Jamie hung heavy in the air and despite your attempt to offer comfort, he withdrew further into his thoughts. As he continued to eat in silence, you couldn't shake the ache in your chest. The distance, both physical and emotional, left you feeling like a spectator in Jamie's struggle, unable to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing moment.

You had never had this problem with Jamie before, he communicated everything he felt so that it was easier for the both of you so this was new territory. What had changed? Why was he retreating into this new, silent version of himself? The questions lingered, unanswered, amplifying the sense of helplessness.

With a heavy sigh, you set your fork down, the clatter against the plate echoing the unease in the room. "Jamie," you began tentatively, your voice soft but carrying the weight of your concern. "I hate seeing you like this, I just want to help."

Jamie had finally slammed the fork down, looking up at you with agitated playing on his face. "You can't fucking help me, Y/N. Do you get that, is that simple enough for you? I can't breathe around you without you looking at me and trying to analyze it and help me. You look at me like I'm some kind of burden you need to carry, and I'm sick of it."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw emotion behind them stinging more than any physical blow. It was a side of Jamie you hadn't encountered before, and the harshness in his tone took you aback. There was silence as you both stared at each other and you saw the regret slowly seep into Jamie's expression.

You took a moment to collect yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before finally speaking. "I never meant to make you feel like a burden. I just care about you, and seeing you struggle hurts. I thought we could face it together, like we always have."

He lowered his gaze, a visible conflict playing out in his eyes. The regret painted across his face was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was grappling with the weight of his words. "I know I messed up," Jamie finally admitted, his voice softer now, remorse evident. "It's just... everything feels like too much right now, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, baby."

The pet name rolled off his tongue like honey as he spoke and you could see the old Jamie come back slowly as you gazed at him. You nodded, acknowledging the complexity of the emotions that had fueled his outburst.

"Everything will be easier if you just talk to me, Jamie." You paused, choosing your words carefully. "I want to understand, Jamie. I want to be there for you," you continued, your voice gentle but firm. "We can face whatever it is together. Just talk to me. Please."

He sighed, the conflict in his eyes softening. "I know, Y/N. I just... I'm not used to all of this. The move, the injury, it's like my whole world got turned upside down, and I don't know how to understand it."

You reached across the table, your hand finding his. "We'll figure it out together. You don't have to carry it all on your own. I hate seeing you hurt like this, baby."

He squeezed your hand, the warmth of the gesture was filled with gratitude. "I don't want to push you away, Y/N. I just... I've always been the one who had it all figured out, you know? But this, it's different. It's overwhelming."

"You don't have to have it all figured out, Jamie. We'll navigate through this together. It's okay not to be okay, you don't have to play the part because at the end of the day, you're just human."

He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm just scared of losing everything, of losing myself in all of this mess."

The weight of his fears hung in the air, and you leaned in, your thumb gently caressing his hand. "You won't lose yourself, Jamie. I'm here to help you find your way back. We'll take it one step at a time."

For a moment, he hesitated, the weight of vulnerability hanging in the air. Then, slowly, he began to open up. The words spilled out, frustration, fear, and the overwhelming pressure he felt. As he spoke, you listened, offering support.

After the conversation, you laid next to him in the bed, his head laying on your chest. The silence was comfortable as you both began to seep into sleep, enveloped in one another. Your fingers gently traced soothing patterns on his back as you held him close, your presence a reassurance that he wasn't alone ever.

The soft rhythm of his breathing matched the steady beat of your heart, as Jamie shifted slightly, his fingers finding yours in the darkness.

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[eaterofman]

Stuck in The Dark Alone... or Not. (Monster x F!Human) 1.8k

An unlucky adventurer, you find yourself once again the victim of fate as you become locked in a dungeon room... with something else inside.

Content warning: Dub-con bordering strongly on non-con, non-con touching, mentions of death (but no actual character death), overstimulation, yandere monster.

This was supposed to be a quick first foray into writing on tumblr... and ended up being an almost 2k long beast. Oops.

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'Another adventure gone wrong'

You find yourself thinking, head leaning against the cold, stone wall as you gaze into the darkness. The room was rather small, but spacious enough that the candle you had lit did not light up the entire room, causing shadows to gather at the far corners of the room. Finding the candles had been your only stroke of luck today, without it, you'd be trapped in complete darkness.

'When I manage to get out-'

You stop yourself in your thoughts, as the very real possibility that this is where your journey ends sinks into you. You had already exhausted yourself looking for a lever, a button, a switch, any possible escape from this dungeon trap. The walls, while craggy with the ancient stone they were made of, were completely barren of any and all features. You'd been tempted by the chest on the far side of the room. Looking back, you should've known better. Too obvious, too perfectly placed... but that didn't matter now. Nothing really mattered now. You doubt that the small party you had been adventuring with would even notice your disappearance. You were just another temporary member in yet another party. Your unlucky nature, your tendency to seem to just fall right into traps, made you an undesirable companion. This hadn't been your first, second, or even third party, but it may very well be your last. The chest hadn't even had anything in it, clearly a set up by the people who had built this place hundreds of years ago.

Your stomach grumbling distracts you from your spiraling thoughts. Thankfully, you had been carrying your pack with you when you walked into the trap. Within it, you estimated that you had a few weeks of food and water, enchanted to stay fresh longer. Aside from that, you had your sword, shield, and a few other miscellaneous trinkets you had picked up on your adventures. You dug around inside, pulling out a piece of bread and a piece of smoked meat.

Tearing into your small meal, you almost don't notice the movement in the dark corner of the room. It's the slightest shift of a shadow, you'd think it was just a flicker of the candlelight... but it seemed different, somehow. Intentional. You startle, moving to pick up your sword. You stand up, sword in hand, a slight tremor in your body.

You never had been very good at fighting.

Your specialties had always leaned more towards enchantment, healing, and potion making. A good skill to have, but not the most useful when adventuring alone... or trapped alone in a room with something more than likely very undead, and not very friendly. You steady yourself, a single undead or ghoul you could handle. You'd fought many on the way deeper into the dungeon.

As you stare at the wall, minutes pass by... and nothing happens. As time passes by, and the sound of your own breathing begins to wear on you, you find yourself relaxing. Maybe it had just been a figment of your imagination. An attempt at a panicked, overstimulated brain attempting to distract itself. Still weary, you fall back onto the floor, eyes still locked onto the dark edges of the room.

‘... had they gotten darker?’

You brush off the thought, there was no way. The enchantment you had cast onto the candles should keep the candles lit for weeks. You remember the fear you felt as you had fumbled around in the dark, until you’d quite literally fallen right on top of the candles in the corner of the room. They sat on one of the strange, short stone pillars that decorated the room, the only things in the room besides the chest. It seemed like there may be more candles in the other corners, but you can barely make out the vague outlines of the other pillars from where you are, let alone whether they had more candles. You’d go over to check, but you can’t help but feel an echo of the fear you’d felt early when you were completely submerged in the dark when you consider traversing it again. 

It had almost been like there was… something in there with you. You were not a stranger to darkness, an adventurer who goes into as many dungeons as you’ve been into learns to get over their fear of the dark rather quickly. There was something… different about the shadows here. A sort of dreadful feeling like they were staring back at you, waiting for you to make a move. 

You shudder, trying to expel the thoughts in your mind as weariness pulls at your eyes. You were not only mentally exhausted, but your body was sore and tired from a week’s worth of adventuring, fighting, and your frantic searching for a way out earlier. You close your eyes, despite your instincts telling you not to, and lean against the stone pillar hosting your only lightsource. As your eyes close, you make out the faint details of hundreds of inhuman arms carved into the stone, branching up towards the top of the pillar, seeming to grasp desperately at the sun imprinted at the very top of the pillar.

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You awake from a dreamless slumber to the ever so faint sound of whispers. You jolt awake, a small ounce of hope welling inside you that your party had come to save you, only to be met with an empty room. The same empty room as you’d fallen asleep too except-

Your heart races.

The shadows were so, so much closer than they should be.

You couldn’t even make out the vague pillars in the other corners of the room anymore. You had maybe enough room to stretch your legs out now. You spare a panicked glance to the candles, wondering if maybe you’d screwed up again, been unlucky enough to mess up an otherwise easy enchantment on your only source of light… but the candle is still as tall as it was when you closed your eyes. There had been no mistake in your enchantment, you realize as dread takes hold of you.

The light wasn’t getting weaker… the shadows were getting stronger.

You feel a sob rise out of your chest. You really were shit out of luck. Everything you’d done in life, culminating in getting trapped in a small, cold room in a dungeon, abandoned by your party and left to the whims of whatever the fuck was in the room with you. 

You yank your foot back with a scream, startled by what felt like fingers dragging across the sole of your adventure-worn sandals. You curl your limbs up to your body, getting as small as possible as the darkness continues to approach you. You don’t even bother with your sword, instead grabbing your shield and cowering behind it. You doubt whatever was in the dark could be hit with the basic, cheap steel sword you’d bought for 2 gold from a small town blacksmith. Your shitty luck had not made getting gold, or stumbling upon legendary weapons, as easy for you as it seemed to be for other adventurers. But that didn’t matter now, whatever was surrounding you was closing in fast… and it had obviously lost its patience. You try to steady yourself, holding onto your shield tighter as the shadows close in one you. Any moment now, they’d be-

And just like that, the darkness engulfs you.

You sobbed, shaking so hard your shield rattles against the stone floor. For a moment, the only sound in the room is the shaking of your shield and your frantic breaths. Until the thing speaks.

“It’s been….. so long… since we’ve…..”

You freeze in fear, as a thousand voices seem to echo around you, somehow both a whisper and deafeningly loud at the same time. You can’t seem to concentrate on any one voice, the voices sounding both masculine and feminine, shy and bold, warm and cold, and all variations therein. It’s both the most soothing thing you’ve ever heard, and the most unnerving. 

You whimper as what seems to be a hand strokes your arm, trying to pull away from the touch. You don’t get very far, as what seems like dozens of other arms join the first in exploring your body. The touch everywhere, some weak, like a faint whisper on your skin, while others roughly pinch and pull at you without any care of their claws scratching you. You cry out as they start to wander closer to between your legs. Your shield is jerked out of your grasp and lands with a clang somewhere in the dark. As one particularly bold one slides against your crotch, the voices continue.

“... had someone to play with.”

You try to get up, to move away, but you only run into more hands, grasping you firmly to keep you in place. They begin to tear at your leather armor, the clawed hands surging underneath to stroke at your bare skin. The pressure between your legs grows stronger as more hands join the first bold one. You can’t help the gasp that escapes you as they descend on your pussy. Surprisingly warm fingers circle your clit while others begin to pry you open. Your fear turns to confusion and arousal as the hands work you over, never staying in one place for long enough to get used to the sensation. 

Your experience before this would be considered limited at best, so there was nothing to prepare you for the feeling of dozens, maybe hundreds, or even thousands of hands caressing, pinching, and prodding at you. You're lost in overstimulation as you quickly reach your peak, much too fast, crashing over you as you scream. The hands work you through it, never letting up on your clit, continuing to shove desperately into your pussy as you shake around them… and they don’t let up afterwards either. They’re relentless.

How many fingers are inside you? You can’t focus enough to count as they continue to mercilessly finger you to another climax. More fingers impatiently push into your mouth, prying your mouth open for them to explore. Your sounds are muffled as fingers play with your tongue, rub against your teeth, and choke you until saliva is running down your chin into the valley of your breasts. Your chest is squeezed and kneaded, saliva rubbed into your skin and nipples by yet another set of hands. 

Your eyes roll back into your head as you reach your peak again.. how many has that been? How many more will there be? Your thoughts begin to slip as you’re ruthlessly overstimulated. Voices follow you as you begin to black out.

“We are going… to take such good care of you.”

#monster fucker #shadow monster #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #hand monster #that's such a stupid tag but idk how to explain the monster lmao #monster x reader #reader insert #minors dni

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Hello! Hope you are having a good day/evening.

I saw that your requests are open so i wanted to see if i could request, a headcanon(or one shot what ever you think would be better for the idea) + angst for scara, childe and diluc [add any character you have ideas pls :) ].

I was thinking of how would they react if reader just disapeard for a period of time, and they maybe though reader was dead. Until they came back (or they saw them somewhere like in other city after long time). [idk why reader decapered-] . I wanted to know if they would let reader in or ignore them for the rest of times.

(im sorry for making this so long- if you dont understand the idea or dont want to make it i complitly understand.)

✿ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ✿

characters: scaramouche, childe and diluc x nb!reader

warnings: angst (me likey), reverse comfort, verbal fighting, takes place after scaramouche’s defeat, mentions of blood and injury (not too graphic), reader disappears for some time but dw nothing bad happens

notes: it’s alright hun, i understand dw too much abt anything! also you can def tell who’s my favorite lmao

since his loss as the false god of sumeru, the irmunsul incident, his mentality was slowly getting better

slowly starting to heal from all his trauma, loss, betrayals and suffering in the hands of the second fatui harbinger

but that doesn’t mean some bad habits just won’t immediately disappear

you and wanderer’s relationship has been going well. silly little dates here and there, holding hands and he was even slowly starting to open up to you about his past as well!

however lately you’ve been going out meeting someone named “kaveh” a lot lately. not really having time to explain to your lover that kaveh was your work partner and that you two had a deadline coming soon of an expensive and famous museum

and that was all it took for wanderer to start doubting the relationship between you two

did you truly love him like all the time you said you do? was it a lie? who was this kaveh anyways? perhaps this was a bad idea. maybe he never should’ve took nahida’s suggestion and confessed to you. maybe it was all better if he were to just push you away like he always have with people before

after 2 weeks of hard work with barely no sleep, full meal or even being able to see your loving boyfriend again, the architecture of the museum was finally finished and you and your best friend can finally catch some well deserved break

stepping into your shared little cottage at 2 in the morning, you yawned walking into your shared bedroom with your lover, not entirely surprised to see him still wide awake, sitting on your bed seemingly mulling over something

hugging his smaller body and nuzzling into his neck, you sighed in content. finally happy to be able to spend some time with your darling

that was until he stood up suddenly harshly tearing of your hands that was wrapped around his middle

“darling? what’s wrong?”

“don’t you dare ask me what’s wrong when you KNOW what the answer is. what finally got tired of that kaveh guy you’ve been seeing? finally got tired of him so now you come crawling back to me?!”

“… honey i don’t understand what you mean. i think you got it all wrong”

“don’t you dare call me those names! i knew you were a liar and a manipulator. always going around wearing that sickeningly sweet smile as if nothing’s wrong! you’re no better than him. no in fact, you’re worse!”

the fight escalated from there. at first you tried to calm him down and explain to him about everything but you were just too tired, too exhausted, too lonely

soon enough wanderer and you were just shouting at each other. calling each other names, jabbing at traumas, stabbing old wounds

the breaking point for you was when he shouted one thing you wish you would never hear coming from someone so dear to you

“I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED AT ALL!”

deafening silence

no one moved, no one spoke, just silently staring into each other’s faces until you grimaced

he immediately regretted it. but he won’t show it because his pride is always too much. always too high. always above everyone. always destroying any human contact he sought after

quietly shaking your head, you picked up your coat again before stepping out of the once shared home with your lover, shutting the door gently. you were never one to slam doors after all

he wanted to get out and chase after you. hold your hand, cling to you, begging for forgiveness

but his pride won’t allow it

a few days have passed and he has yet to run into you. you’ve been gone without a single trace of where you went to or who you’re with

it’s as if his words came true…

it has been a week already. no signs of you and wanderer is going to lose his mind

he went to nahida to ask for her help, he asked about you from the traveler and paimon, he even went around asking about the person named kaveh

another day, another failure in finding you

sobbing in his bed, clinging tightly to your pillow he only wished for one thing. he just wanted you back

snapping out of his misery when the front door knob jingled, he nearly tripped over his own legs when jumping out of bed

and there you were, standing on the front door of your shared home, wearing the exact same clothes, facial expressions as the day you left

the short male didn’t care about how he looked, how messy his home was or even much of his pride. throwing himself into your chest, clinging to you like a lifeline, sobbing out apologies after apologies

forgiveness is a hard thing. especially to prideful people like wanderer but he will soon learn to apologize if he keeps practicing make sure to disappear more to teach him a lesson reader-chin👍

it has been some time since the ginger menace has seen his lover. that’s because you have been away on a long time commission on dragonspine. something about multiple frostarm lawachurl going haywire. of course him being himself, immediately offered to go as well if it weren’t for you bonking him on the head with all his piled up harbinger paper work

he knows you’re strong - even though you lack a vision - and he has great faith and earnest trust in you! he truly does! however the gnawing of dark thoughts, worry filled mindless pacing and the creeping presence of nightmares just won’t let him go no matter how much the harbinger throws himself into his piles upon piles of work

it took one utterance of your name to slip past ekaterina’s mouth that snaps him back to life, away from the insecurities and terror looming over him

were you finally back? it took a whole 2 weeks! he can’t wait to see you, hold you in his arms, trail kisses on your scars, to just be in your presence again!

just the simple thought of your face is enough to have him kicking his feet, giggling with sheer and utter joy

but that giggles stopped abruptly when ekaterina showed him a piece of ripped cloth. your cloth. a ripped part of the coat you wear whenever you’re called to dragonspine…

with a bated breath and shaking hands, childe asked “… they’re not here, are they?”

when the fatui gave a hesitant nod, tartaglia bolted out of the northland bank, running straight towards the icy peak - which always stirred warmth within his heart, reminding him of his homeland - now filled with a painful, nerve wracking cold

when he had arrived at the place you mentioned before seeing off, there were blood stains everywhere on the snow

the sight always used to make his eyes widen with excitement but now, with an unshakable fear

“[name]? [name] are you here! honey-bun please answer me!”

digging through all the wreckage, running around all over the place, searching for you, yelling your name. he just needed one little sign. just one little sign, please

and his pleas were answered with a grunt. a pained groan

quickly dashing over to where the sound had come from, he found you under a small wreckage pile of carts and tattered cloths with a hastily wrapped bandage around your bleeding torso

“haha… is it a bad time to say hi, big boy?” shakily laughing and cocking your eyebrow, you shot him a teasing grin

if you weren’t injured he probably would’ve bonked you over the head nicely but for now a nice 24 hours of lecture and scolding sounded better to ajax

it all started when your beloved significant other kept coming back home way past midnight, bruised and bleeding and leaving the next morning before the sun could even crack through the darkness of the night

at first you were worried, then you soon got used to it but patience can only run for so long until it breaks

“WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THINGS FROM MY PERSPECTIVE FOR ONCE DILUC?! YOU ALWAYS COME BACK INJURED, SOMETIMES EVEN ON THE VERGE OF DEATH AND YET YOU STILL LEAVE IN THE MORNING WITHOUT EVEN LETTING YOUR OPEN WOUNDS CLOSE!”

“i’ve been doing this for years [name]. so stop being clingy and let it be! i’m strong enough to handle myself.”

meanwhile elzer and adelinde looked at each other in worry. furrowing rheir brows, biting their lips and anxiously messing with their hands

the manor has never been this loud, ever since the fight between their young master and his brother kaeya of course

the fight started with a simple curt sentences being thrown but now it was slowly losing it’s meanings, turning into a shouting contest. a fight to see who has more pride than the other

“STOP BEING SO DAMN OVERPROTECTIVE! I’M STRONG ENOUGH TO HANDLE MYSELF AND YOUR WORRYING IS NOT NEEDED!”

that was the final straw for you to leave the manor with a loud slam of the front door

diluc tried to chase after you, realizing his mistake, wanting to apologize sadly the whole shouting re-opened his wounds, causing the young master’s sleeping tunic to get dirtied with blood

since that nasty fight with your dear boyfriend, you’ve been staying at his brother’s place for the time being. kaeya was more than understanding. after all, he too was once cast out by his loved one from his home

it had already been 4 days since the uncrowned king of mondstadt had seen his beloved and things were not going smoothly. he keeps messing up the order’s at the bar, letting fatui or some enemies get out of sight only to be reminded of that with a new wound, spending sleepless hours just tightly clutching at your pillow in your once-shared bed

on the fifth night of your sudden disappearance, diluc has had enough. mentally broken and physically exhausted, he sobbed silently, holding onto your pillow tightly

the red head was too caught up in his mental breakdown, he didn’t even hear your voice calling out his name

jolting violently and swiftly turning back - ready to summon his claymore - only to fall silent once he realizes it’s your hand holding his shoulder, your voice calling him sweet, cheesy nicknames, you standing before him in the flesh

“… darling? is that you…?”

you hated how broken he sounded. how devastated yet relieved he looked. how his voice shook with so mich hesitation and fear

gently cradling his head to rest upon your heart, you shushed his cries and begs of forgiveness

cuddles? …that sounds nice

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Wingmen - Platonic!Zhongli & Platonic!Wriothesley & Platonic!Itto x Male!Reader

A/N: Itto and Wriothesley might be a little ooc since it's my first time writing them. Nonetheless, enjoy! CW: Nothing.

To anyone looking from outside, your feeling for Ganyu was painfully obvious. It seemed as each time you two were around the other, if not for a task at hand, you would stand around bashfully, making awkward small talk and fluttering your eyelashes at each other. 

However, the secretary’s reactions often seemed like a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty, almost reluctance to say anything definite, neither encouraging you and voicing hee 

You weren't sure how to interpret her behavior. The idea that you were hitting on an uncomfortable Ganyu ate away at you for days before you finally decided to enlist a second opinion. And who better to ask than Zhongli, the Geo Archon himself? 

Zhongli: Ah, I am glad to hear you admit your feelings. There is magnetism between you and Ganyu, and it would be a shame to prevent it from flourishing. 

He might not have had a female companion since Guizhong, but don't underestimate his supply of knowledge regarding relationships. Morax has known Ganyu for more or less her entire life, so his advice will prove priceless.

The key, Zhongli says, is being gentle and patient. Ganyu is far from an expert in the matters of the heart, so her reactions might be awkward and come off as uneasy rather than simply shy. 

Zhongli: Don't worry, friend. If you’d trust my judgment, I’d say that, recently, dear Ganyu has been nothing but excited to see you. 

Of course, there is nothing wrong with making some more direct signs of affection. She's a girl with fairly traditional ideas of romance, so kissing her hand, opening doors and other gentlemanly behaviors will surely make her heart flutter. Don't forget the flowers too! Just maybe avoid the edible ones, as Ganyu will likely find absolutely devouring them with joy quite hard to resist, which in turn will give her the typical insecurities she feels after eating out of schedule. That is if she eats by herself. 

Zhongli: Ganyu is quite gentle in her disposition. It would be wise to pick an activity that would not overexert her. She is quite overworked and notoriously exhausted, you see. 

A typical outing to a restaurant might be too formal and stressful for Ganyu to fully relax, so Zhongli proposes a picnic in a picturesque part of Jeyun Karst. On the schedule? A nice vegetarian meal, a casual board game, a nap in the warm sun and maybe even some hand holding to really make the day memorable. 

Don't worry - your wingman will make sure Cloud Retainer has something to do besides embarrassing Ganyu and interrupting your privacy. 

As you leave, he can't help but smile softly at the anticipation in your eyes. Young love is beautiful, and Ganyu could certainly use some. When Morax shakes your hand and says his farewells, he can't help but tease you. 

Zhongli: Good luck, Y/N. I look forward to meeting your future children.

You looked up to Clorinde from the first day of your work. She was talented, dedicated, competent, focused, beautiful… Soon enough, you started sneaking hints that you wanted to be a little more than just colleagues with her in your daily interactions. You never expected the woman, known for her honesty, to drop hints of her own instead of outright accepting or dismissing your affection. She started spending more time with you, accepting your proposals of outings to restaurants and cinemas… She even seemed to seek you out during lunch to eat it in your company. 

Despite all these signs, you were too nervous to make a definitive move and ask her out. Would it be too soon? You've known each other for just a few months, after all. Maybe she likes you as a friend rather than looking at you as a potential future husband? 

This doubt was cleared when you found a ball invitation from her in your mail. You were to accompany her to the event, which had you biting on your nails in no time. Knowing you had to make a good impression, you asked your best friend for some help.

Wriothesley: Good pick. I know her a little, so I can say that she’s a woman you can definitely get along with quite smoothly. She’s well spoken, knows a thing or two about the world that surrounds her, and her looks, well, they don’t disappoint. She’s well within your league too. Hm? No, don’t worry - we’re colleagues, nothing more. I do think it’s customary to treat a lady like Clorinde to some tea and chatter when she comes down to a grim place like this, no?

The Duke has rizz, no doubt about that. Just a single glance from him gets the women of Fontaine all hot and bothered, and even Lady Furina couldn’t possibly resist his charm. But, being a man of priority and self-respect, he doesn’t focus his efforts on getting a date. That doesn’t mean, however, that he won’t help a friend in need. 

She may not partake in it more than necessary, but Clorinde is high society, just like the event you will accompany her on. Wriothesley will make sure you top up your etiquette. Clorinde surely won't be focusing on your savoir vivre, but it's always helpful to know how to behave. Sigewinne will be a great (albeit short) partner for some dance practice - with what the nature of your work is, you'll surely catch the drift and Ballet, Allemande or even Minuet won't be much of a challenge. Practice makes perfect, after all. 

Obviously, the whole point of a ball is to, as they say, dress to impress. The Duke won't mind delegating some of his personal wealth to make sure all eyes are on you. Money doesn't bring happiness, but it can certainly buy some very nice clothes. 

Despite all of the top-notch gear you will be sporting, it will all be soulless, making you more of a mannequin than a proper man. The missing element, the final ingredient that will take Clorinde’s breath away is accenting your masculinity. How? Well, Wriothesley has more than a few tricks up his sleeve, don't you worry. 

A suit should be tight-fitting - not so much as to be uncomfortable, but just right to accent your hard earned physique. A duelist’s body is nothing to scoff at - all this fighting has more than kept you in shape. There's no need to keep your outfit in perfect condition - some looser buttoning here and there goes along wonderfully with a slightly ruffled hair to give you that scruffy, masculine edge, as well as a bit of personality to your person that will for sure make you unique amongst the other penguins and snobs. Clorinde is not one of them, but her position requires her to attend a formal party once in a while - no doubt standing out a little will catch her fancy. 

Lastly, cologne. Many options are available, including recommendations from Wriothesley, but it's ultimately your choice. A base, woody scent will always hit the spot, but maybe you would like something more unique? An oriental variety with cinnamon, or some citrus? If you ask him, Wriothesley would go for something more masculine - the pleasant scent of leather or a powerful mix of tobacco and spices.

Wriothesley: Whatever happens, don't put on a façade. The clothes and the scents are meant to accent you, not create an illusion. If Clorinde gave you hints before, it means that she took a liking to you as a person, so don't be afraid to be yourself, alright? Fantastic. Now get out there and give her an evening she won't soon forget. 

The work of a common officer of the Yashiro Commission was quite dull and thankless. Paperwork in the morning, in the afternoon and all through to the evening. Whenever people (or Yokai) were registering events, all the paperwork went through you. It wasn't long after you were employed that you got the chance to meet the One and Oni, Arataki Itto himself as well as someone else. A short woman, whose beautiful features were safely confined under her impressive demon face mask. 

To say that you were enamored would be an understatement of massive proportions. What helped was that she seemed to have an intimate knowledge of all the procedures and requirements, making professional interactions with her very smooth, being mostly free of problems. If there were any mistakes on her part, you were more than happy to overlook them for her benefit. 

It wasn't hard to find a chance to exchange a few words with her, seeing as Shinobu was a very socially active woman. As time went on, you started seeking her out outside of work hours, accompanying her during the daily chores, slow evenings or even Arataki Gang events. 

And Shinobu? She didn't mind at all. Every time she had another portion of formulars, event plans and other bureaucracy to lay on your desk, she apologized profusely for troubling you, and quite bashfully at times too. You always assured her that it was just your job and that working with her was a pleasure, but she always wanted to make it up somehow, usually by bringing you treats like cookies, cake or Dango milk of her own making. One time, however, you worked up the courage to ask her out. When you proposed the idea of grabbing lunch together, she agreed right away. 

There was a problem, however. You didn't exactly know what sort of restaurant she would enjoy. A simple food stand would be a safe choice, but would it suit a woman of her intelligence and style? On the other hand, an expensive place would be, well, quite costly, which would hurt your already strained finances - your work doesn't pay very well, after all. And what if she thinks you are some sort of a snob? What about gifts? Is the the type to enjoy flowers, sweets, or something practical? Nothing at all, maybe? 

You needed to talk to someone who knew her better than you did. Someone tall, buff and horny. In the literal sense. 

Arataki Itto: So you're into Shinobu, huh? Well, I’d say she’s your type of gal - always too serious and no fun, but hella smart… No offense my bro! 

Of course, simply answering your questions was not enough for the well-meaning Oni. He insisted on playing matchmaker with you two, and before you could get a word out, it was decided, and Itto began to flood you with wild ideas for a date. Onikabuto fighting, sumo wrestling…

Arataki Itto: … with identical outfits so she knows you like her, right! That would be great, right?

With a little persistence, you managed to gently turn him down and let him know that the date was already planned. He deflated a little bit, but his smile remained as he assured you that he'll help anyway, however he can. 

Arataki Itto: Oh! How ‘bout you hit the gym right before the date, huh? I heard that women find the smell of sweat quite sexy!  Y/N: Itto, I don't think that's a good idea. It's not going to smell good at all. Besides, when would I find the time to do that? I need to get ready for the date sometime… Arataki Itto: Train in your nice clothes? That'll save you some solid time, eh?  Y/N: Well… They won't exactly be fresh and clean after training.  Arataki Itto: Ah! You wanna be that suit-and-tie-guy-getting-what-he-wants-takin’-her-by-surprise kinda man? Respect!

In your plan, you didn't take into account just how loud Itto is. Before long, a familiar figure seemingly rose up from underground right beside you. 

Arataki Itto & Y/N: Shinobu!  Kuki Shinobu: And what kind of mischief are you two up to, huh? Y/N: Nothing, really… Just catching up, right Itto? Arataki Itto: Wait, I thought you wanted to ask Shin- Y/N: Itto!  Kuki Shinobu: … Y/N: … Arataki Itto: … Kuki Shinobu: Why didn't you ask me straight up, Y/N?  Y/N: I was a little… Shy, to be honest.  Kuki Shinobu: That's kinda cute, you know? So how about we make it an official date?  Y/M: Yes please! I mean... I would really like that.  Kuki Shinobu: It's settled then.  Arataki Itto: Woohoo! We're going on a date, baby!

Thanks for reading!

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I discovered your blog a little bit ago (back when your requests were off) and got super excited when I saw that you wanted a Sam Winchester request!

So I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is insecure about her stretch marks, but Sam reassures her and shows her that he has stretch marks too from growing so quickly and much when he was a kid going from tiny to giant in like a snap. Reader is obsessed with them now that she’s seen them (and wants to lick them ;)) snd there’s so much appreciation on both sides. Thank you so much!

Love your writing!

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Sam Winchester x plus size reader

You never liked your body but you love Sam and he adores every part of you so maybe you should let him show you just how incredible you are

Warnings: self deprecation, fat phobic thoughts, stretch marks, fear of rejection, fluff, implied smut, reassurance 

WC: 997

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Hunting was apparently not a great form of exercise, you thought as you stood in front of your full length mirror dressed in nothing besides a bra that should’ve been thrown out years ago and your laundry day underwear. With a critical eye, you glared at the overhang of your stomach, the seam between your thighs where there should have been a gap but especially the shimmery skin stretched too far along your body. 

You tilted your head as you traced those lines with the tips of your fingers. How many things had you tried to get rid of them? How many years have you spent avoiding mirrors just because of this? You sighed dejectedly, your entire body sagging with the weight of your hate. You were exhausted with it, it ate away at you until there was only a speck of the love you once had for the body you inhabited. 

“Princess, have you seen my- oh.” Light from the hallway streamed into your room, casting a new light upon yourself which you immediately turned away from, and instead met the deep hazel eyes of your barely official boyfriend. Sam filled the doorway, his presence overwhelming.

“Sam.” You could barely breathe out his name with the massive weight of shame sitting on your chest. You felt his gaze burning into your skin as he took in every inch of your mostly naked body. Your vision wavered as tears began to build.

Yet he said nothing. “I-“ But no more words would come. This was what you feared most, that he would finally realise that he could do so much better than you, that you could never compare to Jess or Eileen or even Ruby. As you braced yourself for heartbreak, Sam stepped closer, lost in a trance.

Your arms curled around your stomach and you looked away, squeezing your eyes shut. Your fingers brushed the tell-tale smoothness of some of your stretch marks and suddenly you wanted to scream. Why couldn’t you just be fucking normal, you wanted to shout at yourself, why couldn’t you just lose the weight before he saw you naked for the first time. You expected to hear him insult you or say that you had a pretty face for someone so big, but then, just like he always managed to, Sam surprised you.

Far softer than you could ever imagine a man like him to be capable of, Sam cupped your forearms, prying them away from your body and leaving you vulnerable to him. You whimpered under your breath. There was a moment of quiet where all you could hear was his heavy breathing and your own pounding heartbeat and then-

“Gorgeous.” 

His large hands hovered over your hips like he was handling a piece of precious artwork. The calloused tips of his fingers grazed the fat along your pelvis in reverence. “I always thought you were beautiful, but now, I can’t believe that you’re real.” 

“Sam-“ Part of you wanted to stop him, to push away his affections but the way he cradled you and looked at you with those big hazel puppy dog eyes, you didn’t think you had the strength to stop him. He gave you that stupid grin of his that showed off his dimples and made his entire body light up. “But my stretch marks.” You managed to stammer out as some sort of last ditch effort to get him to realise the truth.

Finally he laid his hands on your skin and your mouth snapped shut. His thumbs brushed against said stretch marks, leaving behind a warm, buzzing sensation that you could feel in your bones. “What about them?” He murmured but you could tell that he was already lost in the texture of your skin.

“They’re ugly.” You admitted like it was some shameful secret. Sam froze for a moment and gazed deeply into your eyes. 

“You really think that?” You nodded. Your skin was cold where he let go of your hips, it made you wish that you had just kept your mouth shut and let him love those parts of you that you hated. 

You jolted forward to try and grab at his hands but they were already pulling at the buttons of his flannel with a determined look on his face. You gave an embarrassed squeak as suddenly, Sam was topless in front of you, his perfectly sculpted torso so achingly close to your hands. “Then you must think mine are ugly too then.”

In the soft light of your bedside lamp, you could see the silvery lines that trailed up his slim hips, starkly contrasted against his tanned skin. They were almost identical to your own and they were beautiful, like silver threads that had been placed upon him like jewels. You couldn’t help but reach out to them, desperate to feel them beneath your hands.

Sam chuckled deeply in his chest but did not try to stop you as you laid your palms flat against his toned stomach. “How?” Was all you could manage to say besides something else incredibly impolite about your boyfriend’s body.

“I’m 6’4 princess, and Dean will absolutely attest to the fact that I grew over a foot in one summer. I was bound to get some stretch marks.” You hummed, now understanding why Sam had been so distracted by your own body moments before. “Still think stretch marks are ugly?”

You shook your head without hesitation and he beamed. “’S like we have matching tattoos.”

A soft kiss was pressed to your temple as he once more wrapped you in his arms to hold you close. “That’s my girl.” You sank into his embrace, content and warm. The weight of your insecurities was slightly lessened with someone you so dearly loved taking some of the burden and you couldn’t be happier about it. Well, there was one thing.

“Can I lick ‘em?” Sam’s laugh reverberated through the room.

“Only if I can lick yours.”

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[sleepiexx]

Hi Sleepie🖤

I'm new to your blog but let me say I appreciate your existence already.

I have come to this establishment to request Alejandro Vargas x f!reader filth if you please.. so I did see an ask somewhere for Alejandro where the reader used his dog tags like 'reigns'. Like if he's too busy being a munch for too long reign him up?? Going for a ride and want some kisses, you know what to do.

I support the idea of 'salva un caballo, monta un vaquero'. Feel free to take this any where you'd like if you opt for doing this. I'm just here for the vibes and your thots.

Thank you for your time 🫰🏼

The One Trick Up My Sleeve

Alejandro Vargas x fem!Reader

Note: Hiii!! Welcome to my blog, I hope you enjoy the fic :))

Summary: Alejandro found himself lost in the taste of his lover, luckily she knows just the trick to rein him in.

Warnings: smut, for the first time ever no use of y/n

Word Count: 1233

He’s been at it for what felt like hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of her like he needed her taste on his tongue to survive. Intermittently, he would switch the position of his tongue and his fingers. Some of the time his tongue would lap at her clit like he was nothing more than a desperate, starving dog, and she was a five course meal. When he would switch, he would stick his tongue down deep inside of her cunt, repeatedly pressing onto that spot inside of her that drew out loud, whore-ish moans. Either way, his fingers were occupied in pleasuring her in perfect rhythm with his tongue. Half of the time they were buried inside of her and the other half they spent ruthlessly rubbing her twitching clit.

As much as she loved the hours he spent tucked in between her thighs, she grew antsy. The sucking and licking was torture when today, all she wanted was the appendage between his legs. She wanted to hear him talking to her, and to see him, not just the half of his face that wasn’t busy, but the entire thing, and most importantly, she wanted to bring him pleasure too. Of course, eating her pussy was pleasure enough, but on a day like today it meant virtually nothing with the sounds he made getting muffled as well as her dwindling stamina which only served to cause more urgency in her pursuit of getting him to actually, truly fuck her.

“Ale-“ she let out a loud groan, running her fingers through his hair, it only egged him on, foolish of her to think he would stop when she was moaning his name so perfectly, “fuck, Alejandro.”

Still, no response. It was like he was hypnotized by her, truly enraptured only in pulling another undetermined number of orgasms from her. She pulled on his hair, trying to get him to pull away, but it was no use as he only moaned into her core in response.

“Alejandro.” It seemed her resources were exhausted, he wouldn’t respond to anything. She was about to give up until a familiar sheen caught her eye. If he wanted to act like a dog, maybe the only way to get him to listen was to treat him like one. He was, of course, shirtless, so there was no shirt collar to pull on. But he had something much better, what may as well have been a government issued collar: his dog tags.

Alejandro was never able to resist her pulling on his dog tags, it was his greatest weakness. After a long deployment when she would pull him in for a kiss with his tags, he was weak in the knees. When they were in missionary and she would tug on them until the two of them were chest to chest, aching for closeness, he had to hold his breath so he wouldn’t cum on the spot. In a moment like this, the dog tag trick was perfect.

Her execution was nearly flawless, with the exception of her shakiness from Alejandro’s hard work. She moved her hands down his scalp to the nape of his neck, lightly scratching him with her nails. When her fingertips met the warm metal, she traced it down to the front of his neck. And finally, when she felt the slim tags on the bottom, she wrapped her hand around it firmly and tugged upwards.

He faltered only slightly, until he realized exactly what she was doing and the man melted. He allowed himself to be pulled up and he immediately put his mouth to use once more. She couldn’t even begin to talk when his lips were on hers in an instant, spreading her taste onto her lips from his. She grabbed the tags once more, holding him a small distance away even as his lips longed for her own. She pushed him over so he was on his back, taking her place on top of him quickly.

“I love your mouth so much,” she whispered, leaning in up close as though she were about to kiss him, “but I need more of you right now,” and in an instant, her hands were pushing his jeans and boxers down, sliding one of them up and down his painfully erect penis.

His hands shot towards her hips as she wasted no time in sinking down on his cock. He looked up at her blissed out face while she took a moment to bask in the pleasure. Once she gained her bearings, she began to move her hips up and down on him. Their moans mixed together like a symphony.

“That’s it, cariño,” he rasped, bucking his hips up into her, “take what you need from me, good girl.”

She clenched around him and he groaned, using his hands that had been barely touching her, mostly just guiding, to dig into her side and take control, bouncing her hard and fast on his cock. He could feel her wetness all over his thighs and he wanted nothing more than to feel her cumming hard, clenched around him. God she was perfect for him.

As Alejandro drilled up into her, and she tried desperately to keep up the rhythm and not lose any of the small ounce of control she had left, she could hardly hold herself up straight anymore. She leaned herself back down and tucked her head into Alejandro’s shoulder. Normally, he would protest her hiding away, wanting to see her face as she came; but right now he knew how tired she was, he could feel it as her own movements slowed and he took over more and more. He rubbed soothing circles into her hips but he never stopped. As she neared her peak, her hands found their way wrapped around his dog tags again, sobbing with pleasure against his neck.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whimpered, feeling the heavy buildup.

Alejandro nodded, “I know, I’m right there with you. Cum for me.”

White hot pleasure radiated through her entire body. She shook as waves of the orgasmic feeling wracked her body, dragging her along for the ride. She held an iron grip on him and he came shortly thereafter. His hot cum shooting up into her, only serving to prolong the intense feeling.

As they came down, he moved his hands from her hips towards her waist and shoulders. He gently rubbed her back, grounding both himself and her. She looked up at him, reaching out a hand to brush a small piece of hair from his eyes. It was an innocent gesture, especially compared to the act they were recently engaged in, so you can imagine her surprise when his hand caught her wrist; even more so when he stared down at her palm with a furrowed brow.

“What?” She asked, trying to catch his attention.

He looked down at her with a smile before facing her palm towards her. Indented in her hand, plain and clear, was his name: Alejandro Vargas. Clearly her grip on his tags had been harsher than she thought. Before she could fully react, he was pulling her hand back towards himself, pressing a loving kiss to the letters and then resting his face against it.

She melted, caressing his face and cuddling closer. The dog tag trick proved to be more useful than originally planned.

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[henneseyhoe]

COUNTRY LOVIN’| Cookin’ Soul

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Sometimes Sorie hated admitting that she was the only one who cooked, but If she didn’t cook, Buck wouldn’t eat. Unless it was something simple like an apple, or cucumbers and vinegar, the man wasn’t gonna eat. He did attempt to learn how to cook, realizing that he came from a generation that believed men shouldn’t be in the kitchen, and he wanted to change that so his daughter never thought she was only limited to catering and baring children like most older southern women thought of themselves. Of course he’s a man, so he didn’t realize it on his own, his own divorce being what led him to open his mind a little more.

Ultimately, he failed at his attempts. Some people just aren’t meant to cook. Sorie had memories from ages as young as thirteen when he would accidentally burn the chicken and they’d just have to eat rice and beans instead. She never complained though, it was still good—alright eats, plus she knew how hard he worked.

Didn’t stop her from calling her mother just to gossip about what had happened though.

Sorie would be up half of the night telling her all about dinner, the woman getting a hoot out of her ex husband not being able to do something as simple as baking chicken. Wasn’t cause she hated him or anything, she just found it funny knowing he still couldn’t cook for shit after all these years.

At the end of the conversation, Shonda would apologize for her daughter not being able to enjoy a complete meal after a long day of farm work she was basically forced to do. She wished she could bring something else over for the young girl to eat, but she was an entire hour away. It was another reason she wished she brought her only child when she left town.

It took Shonda a long time to accept her daughter wanting to stay on the farm with Buck, but she knew how much her daughter loathed the city. She thought their air was too thick and weird smelling, and the people were rude for no reason. She couldn’t take a breath of fresh air without smelling something that made her nose scrunch. Shonda agreed. She guessed she felt that way cause she’s never really been outside the low country.

Shonda honestly didn’t wanna bring her into an environment she didn’t wanna be in either, nor did she really wanna be there herself, but it was either the city or find someone to build her a house on her grandfathers land, and that would cost an arm and a leg these days. She refused to ask for Bucks help to build one either. Once she had finally gotten a deal on a home, she moved, but she felt she cried for forty days and forty nights before anything got better.

Apart from the circumstances that led her to learning how to cook, Sorie grew to actually love cooking and other activities related. She loved trying new recipes and new flavors, anything that would give people a chance to praise her on her hard work. She thought if she worked all that while, somebody better give her a compliment or two. after all, she didn’t have to cook anything for anyone and could have just worried about herself.

She wouldn’t do that though, she loved her dad too much.

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Closing the heated oven, I let out a tired huff, leaning against the kitchen counter. I had been cooking for about an hour now, and I was exhausted. I honestly wanted to just say forget it and let my father take the macaroni out of the oven, but I already knew how that would go.

My hair had been tied up into a puff to help me not get hot too quick, knowing I would have started sweating and felt disgusting by the time it was time to eat if I didn’t do it, and there was nothing I hated more than that feeling. Only downside is that my edges started to curl up, the perfect swoops being ruined. sighing, I walk out of the kitchen, heading into the bathroom to quickly get myself together.

I began refreshing myself, laying a cold towel over my face to finish cooling off my head, then I redid my ponytail.

While in the middle of doing what I felt was needed, I heard three soft knocks on the front door. I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head, another loud huff exiting my mouth.

‘Did people not have manners anymore? Who comes over to someone’s house, uninvited, all at 8pm? How dare they?!’ I thought, my eyebrows scrunching together as I tried to focus on getting my hair under control.

Three more knocks came after that.

“Daddy! Get the door, please?!” I shout, no response following apart from another set of knocks that had my patients, or lack there of, wearing thinner than a 35 year old white man’s hairline.

“Daddy!” I called again and sighed, attempting to toss my hair back into the puff that had failed, my hair sliding right out of the hair wrapper. I was completely irritated.

I grabbed up a brush and started brushing around the edges, hoping that’d be enough to make it stay put. The brushing was aggressive and so were the harsh bristles scratching away at my scalp. my arms were already burning from the constant flicking of my wrist, desperately trying to get that perfect puff I had earlier. It was complete sensory overload.

Tossing the brush somewhere back into my hair bin, I stretched and stretched that hair wrapper, getting it as tight as I could around my thick hair.

Then, POP.

The wrapped broke. falling into the sink as I watched it all happen. The scene replayed in my head, one in slow motion and the other in real time. Apparently my brain wanted to dramatize the already dramatic and stressful situation. letting go of my hair, I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head and stop the pressure rising in my throat.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Knock, Knock, Knock

“DADDY!!” I yell, stomping out of the bathroom to see if the old man had made it to the door yet, and of course, he hadn’t. I jogged out of the halls bathroom and into the foyer, grunting while unlocking all the locks. “Hello?!” Flinging the door open, my eyebrows immediately knitted together as I looked at the pair of men, both faces looking like different versions of each other. Another embarrassing moment to add to the books, remembering how my hair probably looks right now. “Umm, can I help y’all?” I ask, my hand immediately going up to fluff out my hair into a decent afro instead.

“Well, if dinner is ready, then yes!” Tony beamed happily, but my question was aimed more so for Trevante, as if him being with his father was a surprise. “And you?” I averted my eyes to Trevante, a bit of attitude in my voice. “It’s like that, huh?” The man mumbles, relaying the same attitude while ignoring my question and pushing passed me to walk into the house.

My face conceals the emotion I felt, but I really wanted to push them right back outside as they walked right passed me. “Finally y’all got here!” My father exclaims, coming down the stairs while finishing up with tucking his button up into his pants. Tony laughs and daps the man up with a hug to go with it, Trevante just giving him a handshake.

I shook my head at the scene and closed the door. “It would have been nice to know we were having guests” I say, crossing my arms. It was like I had whispered, neither of the older men turning or stopping their conversation to hear what I had to say. It stung.

I turn on my heels and walk into the kitchen to save me from saying anything I had no business saying because it would have for sure rose the dead with all the profanities waiting behind my lips.

While checking on the food, I hear laughter behind me, making me pop my head up from the oven. “You were just too cute as a baby” Trevante speaks, holding a picture of me when I was three. In the picture was me and my grandmother picking flowers from a field behind her house. We went back there almost every Sunday evening to do that, but with old age and her health on the line, we slowed down. We haven’t picked any flowers since I was a teenager.

I gasp and drop my oven mittens, speeding over to him with intentions to snatch my possession away, but he quickly held it over his head, his hand reaching and touching the ceiling. “Where’d you find that?!” I struggle to grab it from him.

“Where you think? Your room”

My eyes widened. If this was a cartoon, steam would have blown out of my ears right then. “You went in my room? How’d you even sneak in there?” I sneered. He obviously found humor in my agitation and confusion.

“Easy. My pops never pays attention, and yo’ daddy is blind” he smiles childishly and I suck my teeth. I stood on my tippy toes, even jumped a few times to get the picture back, but to no avail. “Give it!” I say, backing up from him and holding my hand out. he shakes his head, dangling the picture above my head.

“Trevante, give. It. Back. No-”

“Or what?” He interrupts, stepping to me. The smile on his face was wiped clean off as he stared down at me, my knees getting weak. I leaned on the kitchens island me, our eye contact never breaking from there.

I didn’t know what I would do, but I knew what I wanted to do. He chuckles at my silence. not even a breath from me being heard, but I was definitely breathing, taking in the sweet, yet spiced scent of him.

“Say please, ma”

Talk about a tease. Only thing that could get him to stop was the new feel of a presence behind him, interrupted by the two other men suddenly walking into the kitchen. I took my chance and jumped high enough to snatch the picture from his hand, then push him away from me, turning back to the stove.

“Woah! Y’all bet not be scrappin in THIS house like y’all two strangers” Tony said, raising an eyebrow at us.

“You only said that cause my baby would win” My dad says, Tony kissing his teeth. “Oh shut up. You just better be lucky I don’t got no daughters!” Tony argued, sitting at the dinner table, the two others following behind him. “Lucky?! They would have inherited yo’ skinny ass arms!”

“Skinny?! And what would you say bout Trevante, huh? The boy built like John Henry!” They all bursted into laughter and I chuckled, beginning to turn off all of the stove eyes to prepare plates.

“We all know he got all that muscle from Chrissy strong ass”

“Aye, man! That’s my momma you talkin’ ‘bout” Tre interjected, Tony shaking his head. “He only saying that cause my ‘strong ass’ wife decked him senior year for calling her fat”

“Man, my ears was ringing after that!”

Interrupting their trash talking by sitting the plates on the table, I set mine down first, then everybody else’s. I’ll be damed if I slaved away in the kitchen for them to get the first plate. I put Trevante’s down last, smiling proudly at my presentation. Macaroni, string beans, brown rice, and baked chicken. I knew exactly what he liked on his plate, and the proportions he needed to fill him, as I did everyone else’s.

“Thank you” He thanked simply, his hand softly grazing my thigh under my skirt, making me suppress a soft moan. Was I that touch deprived? Probably.

I smiled softly, sitting down next to him, a little hope in the back of my mind that he’d do it again.

“Babygirl, this looks amazing” my father compliments, Tony humming in agreement as he takes a bite of his chicken. “Y’all actin’ like it’s a surprise that she threw down in there” Trevante says, doing a quick prayer over his food before digging in.

“Right, y’all got me thinkin I lost my magic touch for a moment” I joked, starting to eat. “Never” Tony shook his head, licking the juices from his chicken off his thumb.

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“Tell that one story, buck! You know what I’m talking about!” Tony shouted, Buck shaking his head and dismissing him with the wave of his hand, knowing the story would never end if they started it. “No, Tony! Leave me alone!” It had been an hour after dinner and both the older men had spent that whole time roasting each other like usual, drunk on whatever Buck pulled out of his old cabinet.

Sorie looked between the two loud men, her head cupped in her hands as she half listened to them go on about whatever for the passed hour. Trevante, on the other hand was even less interested in whatever they were talking about, tired of hearing about their egotistical trips when they were his age.

“Sorie, you don’t know the story of how yo’ daddy got his name?” Tony questioned, leaning into the table intriguingly as if she had said something interesting. Smelling all the alcohol on his breath, she leaned back, not wanting to get a whiff of anymore.

“No? I’m supposed to?” She questioned, again half interested.

“Lemme tell you!” Tony shouts, excitement lacing in his voice. Sorie held in a loud laugh, rolling her lips inwards to stop it from slipping out and interrupting the story. Trevante sighs and takes a sip of his water, already knowing where this conversation was headed since he had heard the story 100 times before.

“Now everybody know Jeremiah got a big ass forehead like he got antlers attached to the muhfucka, but that ain’t why we call him that, so I digress! but listen,”

Tony started, laughter immediately being heard around the table.

“Not the government name” Sorie, giggled, Buck playfully hitting Tony on his arm as he continues the story without missing a beat. “Growin up, we was hardheaded. We wasn’t soft like some of this new generation, and Buck was the worst out of all of us!”

“I wasn’t that bad, don’t make it seem like that” Buck interrupts with his argument, which Tony disagreed with.

“You were horrible! You busted that boys head wide open for a damn bill you thought he stole, just for you to find out the fifty was in yo’ damn pocket the whole time!”

As Sorie listened to the story, she feels Trevante tap her leg, then pull on her skirt, attempting to get her attention. She looks over at him and he makes a gestured nod with his head for her to follow his lead, so she did. Getting up without another word for the current conversation, the two walk outside, neither of the other other men bothering to ask where they were planning to go since they were too busy debating on whether their actions back then were justified or not.

“Yo’ daddy sure can talk a head off” Trevante speaks, sitting on the porch steps. Sorie closes the screen door behind them to avoid letting in any unwanted bugs, then sat next to him, straightening her skirt over her knees. “Tuh, I know you not talkin’. Yo’ daddy just spent fifteen minutes talking about Cadillacs and the 80s for no reason” Shaking his head, Trevante starts to chuckle, and Sorie could just feel that he was gonna say something condescending about himself or something completely out of pocket. “His favorite typa truck, and his favorite decade before I ruined the fun”

Sorie looks at him with no expression, Trevante just he shrugging, taking a pack of cigs and a lighter out of his pocket. “Don’t say that, Tre. It’s not right, and it’s not true”

“Just cause it’s not right, don’t mean it ain’t true” he says bluntly, tucking the cig between his lips and lighting it up. She makes a face of both sadness and disgust. Disgust for the pack of cigs, and sadness for his attitude towards his relationship with his father. Sorie always tried to stay off the topic of Trevante’s iffy relationship between him and his father, but lately it seems to find it’s way into their conversations, plaguing whatever good vibe they had going. He always maneuvered around telling her too much about it, and she tried not to pry it out of him out of respect for his comfortability and boundaries. It’d been that way since their teenage years.

When they were up, they were up. Most likely because of some huge accomplishment Trevante had came across, but when they were down, they were separated so they wouldn’t kill each other. Right now, they seemed to be alright. Aware of their situation, but uncaring of it considering they were use to the behavior of each other. She felt bad for him, meanwhile he felt bad for her and the dynamic she had with her own father.

“Okay…” She whispers and gives up on the topic, looking down at her sandals. He takes a pull from his cigarette, then blows the smoke up into the air. Sorie’s nose scrunched at the smell of the smoke.“Yuck” She shivered childishly and covered her nose.

She hated the smell of cigarettes. It reminded her of before her grandmother stopped smoking for her health, the same cigarettes being the reason for her lung problems now. Her grandmother always shooed her off while she smoked, but Sorie’s argument was she could still smell it through the door of her room.

Trevante looks over at her with slight displeasure, rolling his eyes. “Oh please, Sorie” he says, Sorie shaking her head as he uncaringly took another puff. The more her nose burned from the smell, the more she got fed up with his disrespectful habit. Disrespectful to both himself, and her nose. “Jesus gave you a shiny new body twenty five years ago, and you’re killing it right now” She argues, grabbing the cigar from out of his mouth and throwing it to the side, staring at him. The man looked back at her with an equal amount of disrespect, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Little girl, you must be outta yo rabbit ass mind” He squints and she looks away, still feeling his dark eyes on her. Shivers crawled up her back like a cluster of spiders as the breeze of warm wind picked up around them, though that wasn’t what caused her shivers. It was really his choice of words to call her a “little girl”. She might’ve hated that more than the nasty look he gave her.

She stares off into the swaying field of sweet grass, unmoved by his irritation. “I’m not a little girl, and I hate when you smoke” she says with no attitude, yet it still had a very large presence in her words.

“And I hate when you tell me not to smoke. now yo’ rude ass owe me another cigarette” he shot back instantly, her head swiftly turning back to him so she could give him a mean mug. She was more than willing to go get a switch off of a tree and whip him like her grandmother did, if he pushed her to it.

“It’s bad for you, Tre! Seriously!” he shakes his head at her, hesitating to close the carton of cigarettes.

Her face softens with a pout, making him kiss his teeth, tucking his pack of smokes back into his pocket.

“Fine, damn” He huffs quietly and she smiles, now satisfied.

‘If only he’d listen like this all the time’ She thought.

The silence of her victory stood for only a few seconds before he started to snicker, switching his sitting position and leaning his back against the porches railing. She raises a brow at him, confused. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…You care about me” He smiles, becoming his playful self once again. She blows off at his assumption and laughs, waving him off with her hand.

“Whatever, boy. I just don’t wanna see you croak from lung cancer at 40. Dark, but very, very true, and don’t think I forgot about you having asthma”

He lets out a hearty laugh, clapping his hands together. He wasn’t surprised at all that she remembered that detail about him. Trevante recalled how Sorie use to press him like she was his mother back in middle school for not packing his inhaler for gym class, but since growing up it had calmed down immensely.

“Just say you care about me! No shame in that. I wanna hear you say it, actually”

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but agree. Mostly because she knew he’d never let it go until she gave in and confirmed what he always knew. “Okay, damn! I care about you and your lungs, who cares?” She fussed, softly pushing him, which his strong stature barely moved from.

“I do! It’s adorable”

He compliments, but all Sorie did was cringe. She let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “Adorable?” She repeats and he nods. “Yeah..like, cute.” joking as if she didn’t understand the meaning of “Adorable”, he nudges her arm before noticing her quick mood change. studying her facial expressions for a moment and it’s obvious resentment of the word, he hums. “Oh, You don’t like that word…”

She shakes her head. “No, not really”

“Why not?”

Shrugging, she sighs. “I dunno. Makes me feel like a child, I guess”

He hums once again, nodding. “Mm, right. You a grown woman” he teases and she smiles, nodding. “A grown ass woman” she reiterates, snapping her fingers with playful sass.

“I see that. A fine one too..” He says, causing her to pause, all the sass she just had leaving her like it saw a storm coming. The new look on her face amused him. He loved how timid she became around him when he said certain things to her. One minute she was cool, and they were just two friends talking, the next they both thought about something a little deeper.

She’d had been called fine many times before, but when he said it, she felt different. like there was more to it than a simple compliment from a friend. Those same butterflies that loved fluttering around in her tummy made a grand appearance for what felt like the millionth time today, getting her all warm inside.

“Stop it, Tre” She looks away, her ears getting hot. He keeps going though, scooting closer to her and bursting her personal space bubble. The longer she waited to speak again, the closer he got until his lips were nearly grazing her ear. “You blushin’ for me, Sorie?” He queries, his voice smooth like velvet, vibrating her body. She felt like electricity ran through her with how he enunciated her name.

Letting out a sharp gasp, her thighs closed in on themselves, the girl jumping up out of her spot and brushing her skirt off. Clearing her throat suddenly, she looks down at the man who had such a cocky grin on his face. It heated her knowing that he knew just what to do with and to her, and yet barely did anything.

Thinking of something else to say, she crosses her arms over her chest. “Anyway! It’s getting late. Take your drunken father and get off my property, please and thank you” Sorie states firmly, but Trevante could see right through the act.

He laughs, standing up as she walks back into the house to avoid any more conversation of the night, afraid it’d end in something a little more eventful than him just whispering in her ear.

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[weenwrites]

Hello. I was the anon that asked about the matchups and requests but thanks for letting me know!

May I request a headcanon for TFP Soundwave, Ratchet and Optimus who somehow accidentally turn into humans but their human S/O also becomes cybertronian for a day or few? If this hasn't been done before

Their S/O is so confused and has no idea what to do in their cybertronian body and how it works as well as being worried that they'll hurt them when it comes to being around them or having to carry them around. Their S/O is curious on what it's like in being the cons/bots perspective of being a cybertronian with a human S/O but at the same time hesitating to even touch and pick up the cons/bots in fear they'd accidentally hurt them or worse

With Soundwave, it would be kinda interesting if Lazerbeak wasn't affected and didn't turn into some regular raven or something, he could probably attach himself to Soundwave's S/O for the time being LMAO otherwise him as a raven would also be cute cause he'd raven's are cute and cool

Sorry if that didn't make any sense or seem silly. Just a random thought 😭 if not this, I could try requesting smth else that's better otherwise have a good day 🙏🙏

Soundwave

Actually, Soundwave's faring rather well as a human. He knows quite a bit about human lifestyle, so he's certainly better off than you are. Of course they do warn you about your own strength. You're already well aware that cybertronians are super strong in comparison to a human, so he's unsure how well you'll be at controlling your newfound strength. Even if you're really good at controlling how much force you use as a human, it's nothing in comparison to a cybertronian's strength (but still, it might come in handy.)

If Lazerbeak wasn't affected, then he'd stick around to help keep Soundwave safe. Since Laserbeak and Soundwave both trust you enough, Laserbeak would temporarily attach himself to you so long as you're fine with it. To you it may feel odd, but it establishes a connection of sorts between you and Laserbeak. But if Laserbeak was affected, he'd be a bird perched on Soundwave's shoulder.

Of course as a human, they need to eat and whatnot. He has no problems with preparing meals according to any instructions you give, but he's unused to having to complete so many tasks just for something to eat. Of course energon needs to be refined before being consumed, but when it comes to cooking you have to complete so many other steps.

For the most part, he tries to do what work he can, and he sticks by your side to help out if you're having any trouble, or just to keep you company. He'll usually perch on your shoulder if you're big enough, or he'll just follow you around if your shoulders aren't big enough for him to sit on comfortably.

Throughout the entire day they remain as unreadable as usual. Normally it would be impossible to tell that they're even exhausted by the end of the day, but since you know them so well it's easier for you to detect the subtle changes in their posture. But even as he lays down to sleep it's difficult to tell whether he's sleeping or whether he's simply closing his eyes—actually scrap that, it's hard to tell if he's even alive at all. He sleeps like a corpse and it's hard to detect the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

Ratchet

Despite his now miniature stature, he still insists on doing a full routine check-up to ensure your body is in good condition. Although the check-up lasts a good 30 minutes longer than it usually would, he's still able to get the job done despite how limiting being a human is.

He tries to help you the best he can while this predicament lasts, and honestly he's the best out of the 3 at doing this. He can help properly describe how you change your arm back if you've activated any possible built-in weaponry, or how you transform out of your altmode. But when it comes to your strength, there's not much he can do to help with that aside from advising you to grab things carefully.

As a human, he's doing rather well aside from the fact he's upset he can't do anything. Of course saying "anything" may be an exaggeration, but his size debilitates him greatly. Even if you'd suggest that he could take this opportunity to kick back and relax, he's far too stressed to just settle down. No matter how tempting that may sound, he can't just relax in the middle of a war.

If you seem excited to put your altmode to the test, Ratchet would definitely advise against it for 2 reasons. 1: while flying, driving, or diving comes naturally to cybertronians, it may not come as naturally to you, a human who's been turned into a cybertronian. 2: any attempts you make at using your altmode may attract unwanted attention if you were to do it outside the base. You could test it inside the base, but that's only if your altmode isn't anything that can fly.

Optimus

The instant this happens, he has Ratchet look you over to ensure you're in good physical condition. And while he's relieved that you're in top physical condition, he now has a whole lot of other problems to worry about, such as how he'll reverse whatever happened, the well being of the team, etc. etc.

It's not that he doesn't believe in his own team, no, but he has to factor in the notion that he has been severely limited by this sudden happenstance. Of course he can still lead them, but he can't join them out in the field to work or do patrols, which affects the strength of the team.

He's had experience having to adjust to a newfound strength once he inherited the matrix, so he can relate with and understand any predicaments that ensue because you grabbed something too tightly, or you pushed a door too hard. He advises you to learn more about your strength in a non-harmful way.

He doesn't have a difficult time adjusting to being a human, in fact he's faring pretty well despite it all! While he's not as busy with helping the team out on the field, he's still busy doing what work he can, and he'll firmly refuse to take this time to relax. At the end of the day he's exhausted beyond relief and rather hungry, given the fact he didn't spare even a single second to sit down and eat something.

By the time he's decided to stop working, all the kids have gone home, which leaves only you at the base to help. There's no kitchen to make a full-blown meal, at the very least there's most likely a mini fridge full of snacks and drinks. According to what you tell him about the 4 food groups and how everything in the fridge fails to fulfill the needs, it's better than nothing.

The one thing he enjoys the most about this entire ordeal is being able to rest. While the couch may not be the most comfortable bed to you, it's many levels above a circuit slab in terms of comfort. However he feels a pang of guilt when he lays down to rest while the rest of the team is wrapped up in work. A little bit of reassurance from you will help him get a good night's rest, and encourage him to try and fall asleep as soon as possible.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp soundwave #soundwave x reader #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #[ you have no idea how excited i was to get a request like this ] #weenwrites

[pininghermit]

A Persistent Shadow

Request: Ooh! Werewolf female or gender neutral s/o! S/o had been turned long ago but over the years learned to control it. . S/o probably met them after season two, and alucard is a bit of a jerk at first but warms up to them.(I imagine this is kind of how he acted towards Trevor, and he's acting like this due to wanting s/O's attention and from being lonely for so long) I imagine s/o to be chill personality wise.

Pairing: Adrian x GN reader

AN: I strike back with more angst. There will be part 2. Pls be patient with my monki brain. Also P.S I kinda strayed from the request but I hope this works.

Part 2

Adrian does not remember when he first met you. It had to be one of the unremarkable villages. But he did not meet you in a rowdy tavern or a smelly inn. He met you in a bleakly-lit field as you withered into the form of a werewolf.

It was a form unlike his own wolf form. Despite the sharp claws and precarious fangs, you were human. A beast and a human.

That night, Adrian did not leave the field for the comfort of a room. He waited in the field with his sword ready to get rid of the danger that you were to the village. And the next day, when your steps followed his, he did not care enough to grace you with his attention.

You followed him through unpaved roads of the forests, next to the chiming streams with a merry skip in your step. Like a shadow, you were quiet and persistent. Maybe Adrian needed that. A presence that did not offer the vain promises that the world had once offered. It was better this way…

You did not speak much. Not even his name. Neither Adrian nor you had addressed the weird routine of you following him. Throughout the day, you earnestly kept up with Adrian, and when the sun set towards the horizon, you stopped dead in your path. A sign that it was time to stop. In the past, Adrian had wandered away in the night, unstoppable until his legs gave away. But you were there to remind him of rest.

And when you made sure that Adrian did indeed stop, you would whip out all the dry wood that you gathered throughout the day. Twigs and dry grass were all that you could gather while following him.

While you set up the camp and lit the fire, Adrian hunted for the meal. It was a fair exchange. Just a fair exchange, he convinced himself. He allowed you to follow to make sure that none were harmed by your actions. He would not hesitate to kill you as he had done to many others. This is what Adrian promised himself.

Days turned into nights, and weeks turned into months. Through rain, snow, or blistering heat, you followed Adrian. Over time, Adrian learned of your subtle movements. The shine in your eyes when he purchased your favorite spice or the slight hesitation in your steps on the nights of the full moon.

Yet, you were quiet. Adrian knew only of your pained groans as you transformed. This one had been especially painful. Adrian had heard your bones shift and move under the command of your curse. Your breathing had been labored, and sweat lined your body as you panted the entire night. You were exhausted by the morning. Unresponsive to the rays of the Sun that usually woke you up. "Hey mutt," Adrian kicked you with his boot. Your slouched form barely moved despite the force he used. Bleary eyes gazed back at him as you tried stretching your sore arms.

A questioning look filled your eyes as you became more and more aware of your surroundings. Your eyes scanned him for any signs of hurt with a worried look. "Nothing happened," Adrian answered your silent question. Your tense muscles relaxed. "Now go and shower; you smell awful more than you already do," with another kick to your bicep Adrian walks away from your lying form.

He does not want to see care for him in your eyes. Nor does he want you to consider him anything more than your doom.

That day you return to him with freshly showered hair, a brand new tunic with a color so blue that it fades the majestic summer sky, and a subtle lingering fragrance of jasmine. There is a smile in your eyes as you make your way to him.

Adrian can't help but notice how beautiful your hair looks as it clings to your face and your neck. How much the color blue complements you. Or the fragrance of jasmine that seems to become a second scent to you. He almost catches his own lips morphing into a smile.

And no, Adrian does not think it is adorable when you shake your wet head like a dog.

Caught in the turmoil of his surging emotions, Adrian sighs in relief at the sight of the nearest town. Weaving through crowded streets, he feels your presence beside him, staying close despite the rush.

A sense of unease fills his heart as he steps closer to his destination. Unaware, you naively follow him. But for the first time, your steps falter. A sudden jolt as you finally catch up with the dimly lit area of the town. An area full of scantily clad women and perverse men. The red district of the town.

Adrian feels the intensity of your gaze on his back as he steps closer to a brothel that looks like nothing but a breeding ground for diseases and illegitimate children. His own heart beats faster than ever.

A necessary evil, he reasons with himself. It would be better for you to know better. To break any hope. Lost in his thoughts, Adrian stops when he feels a tug. Turning back, he sees you holding onto his sleeve. Looking him in the eyes, you desperately shake your head.

There is an unsaid plea in your eyes, similar to one he had once possessed. However, Adrian does not answer your request. Shrugging away your fragile hold, Adrian dusts his sleeve. His eyes try to evade the hurt look in your eyes.

"Who would want a monster like you?" there are tears now. Adrian clenches his fist as he steels himself against your pain. "Not even a whore would want you. Not with this stupid tunic or the most potent fragrance. No one would want you." He hears it then, the painful sigh he has heard from your lips a million times before. Only this time it is quieter and more vulnerable than ever.

He does not know how long you continue standing there or if you leave at the very first noises of his pleasure that you would have heard with your hearing. But the next day, you are gone. The only pieces of you that are left behind are the bunched-up blue tunic under a tree and the dainty bottle of fragrance that you spent your meager coin on.

Left alone with the familiar hollow of his own thoughts, Adrian carefully holds on to your belongings, putting them under the safety of his own. He had succeeded. But even the success felt so worthless, so bland.

Walking on the solitary path, Adrian did not allow himself to turn even once. He did not give himself the satisfaction of looking for you or following the trail of your fading fragrance. Instead, he walked until his feet stumbled over the wayward roots of the unlit forest. And as he lay there in the dark, he could not help but reminisce the warmth of your fire. "Come back," he wanted to plead. "I was bad," he was sure you would return.

In his dreams, he allowed himself to imagine what it would have been like if he had walked away from the brothel. If he could take back his words and tell you the truth.

So for months, Adrian mourns for what could have been love. It had to be love. It was his love and yours. Incomplete yet so beautiful in its memories.

And when months later his heart stops the moment he catches a glimpse of you, you scurry around the town with a stream of shrieking children following behind you. Your hair is braided with jolly dandelions, albeit in crooked braids.

Your carefree smiles at the children pierce his heart. Adrian had mourned for your loss. He had lamented his actions and spent months in the ruin of his thoughts. But you seemed so untouched by any despair.

An ugly rage fills Adrian. Call it envy, pride, or arrogance, but it is too late before he marches out of the town. However, it is not before he stops by the village chief with a small letter.

A letter that warns the chief of your truth. Consumed by the flames of revenge, Adrian does not ponder before he leaves the town.

A twisted part of him makes him stay by the village outskirts, waiting for you. He would gladly rescue you, and then you would come to him. Your smiles would be his, and your path would once again align with his.

Smiling, Adrian closes his eyes under the vast sky.

But you do not come running to him. Neither does he hear anything from the villagers. When he tries looking for you in the paths he had once seen you, he finds nothing but silence. Somehow, you have vanished from the face of the Earth.

The only remaining evidence of your presence that Adrian finds is the bulging bag of coins on the village head’s desk.

#castlevania #alucard #alucard x reader #adrian tepes #pining #angst #no comfort #yet #asks #werewolf reader #strangers to lovers

[xparaloversx]

Gesture Prompts #8 - Kanata Yatonokami

Clarification from Anon: oh sorry for not specifying, let it be, kanata who takes the reader to the alley ^^

As much as Kanata goes out, time where he allows himself to indulge himself is sparse. 

Because of this, a fair bit of your dates may not fall into the traditional “date” category, but Kanata secretly finds the domesticity and comfortability in grocery shopping enjoyable when you’re with him.

After being run ragged the entire week, Kanata can think of nothing else better than to have a hot meal with you and Nayuta on the rooftop watching the stars.

Which is exactly why you’re at the corner market today, picking out fresh ingredients for tonight’s dinner. 

Unfortunately, life seems to have other plans, as a stray cat steal a bag of fish the second your back is turned

And Kanata will be damned if he lets some mangy furball steal his dinner from him.

The cat’s surprisingly resilient, weaving its way through multiple alleyways before you both manage to corner it in an alleyway where Kanata manages to intimidate the cat enough that it lets go of your fish.

You’re both exhausted, sweaty, and at your wit’s end. 

Your gaze turns to Kanata, concern softening the raggedness that’s weathered your voice.

“Are you ok?” 

Silence. 

“Kanata-” Your incoming question is cut off by a pair of lips crashing into yours, teeth and tongue clashing in desperation for closeness.

The noise of passersby and traffic becomes muffled, the only thing you’re able to focus on is the heavy pants leaving your lover’s mouth as he presses you against a wall.

Your previous exhaustion is quickly forgotten in favor of a delirious fervor that makes you weak in the knees.

Your hands fly up to grasp at the back of his neck, his waist- anything within your reach, as long as it was him. 

Nimble fingers make their home on your collarbone and hips, pulling your body flush against his. 

“What about dinner?” You halfheartedly tease after a particularly messy kiss, drinking in the blush that’s effused across his face. 

“Dinner can wait,” he snarks, his lips melding with yours once more.

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#paradox live x reader #kanata yatonokami #kanata yatonokami x reader #paradox live #paralive #paralive hcs #kanata x reader #i got more carried away with this than i initially thought lol #i hope you enjoy anon <33

[tired-biscuit]

YOUR man is an impulsive buyer. 

You see him whenever you’re home; always scrolling through Amazon, spending that little bit of money he saves up in the corner of his wallet that he keeps reserved for ‘fun’, even though it’s more often than not spent on the stupidest shit known to man.

And it really is just that - oh, so very stupid. Especially whenever you leave the office feeling so tired and drained, simply exhausted on a Friday evening that you should be spending out partying instead of feeling so fucking gloomy. 

But texting with your boyfriend makes you feel better. You spend the entire 25 minute long metro ride on your phone, chatting with him. By the time you reach your apartment complex, you’re longing for nothing but a hot shower and a quick meal before bed. Perhaps even a lovely smooch and a cuddle, but certainly nothing more than that. 

You know you’ll be soundly asleep the moment your head hits the pillow, after all.

But instead of your head hitting the pillow, your hand hits the front of your face in an evident facepalm. Because the moment your keys jingle in the lock and you step foot inside the apartment you share with your significant other, he is stumbling down the narrow hallway – practically running towards you.

And that would have been completely fine; perhaps it would have been considered as a sweet gesture even, if it weren’t for those godawful things on his feet.

Squeak, squeak, squeak – he’s wearing the goofiest looking clown shoes to walk the brink of earth. Vivid in colour and producing a sound with every step he takes; they are the ghastliest things you’ve ever owned the displeasure of laying eyes on.

“Baby,” he exclaims as the squeaks grow louder, louder, louder – making your brows furrow. “Look what came in the mail today! Aren’t they fuckin’ sick?! Huh?!”

He’s smiling so big. Like he’s immensely proud of himself; it’s this shit-eating grin that you see so often that it’s become natural in a way.

And you’re fighting back tears now, as well as the laughter that’s going to explode out of your throat at any given moment, because you just can't help but absolutely love him for cheering you up so effortlessly after such a dreadful day. And without even knowing it, too!

Yes, your man is an impulsive buyer, it is true. 

But he’s also an absolute clown.

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denki, naruto, tanaka, noya, joseph, yuji.

#crack fic #nishinoya x reader #denki x reader #yuji x reader #naruto x reader #tanaka x reader #joseph joestar x reader #biscuit drabbles #haikyuu fluff #naruto fluff #jjk fluff #mha fluff #jjba fluff #denki kaminari #naruto uzumaki #nishinoya yuu #itadori yuji #joseph joestar #tanaka ryuunosuke

[milkywaydrabbles]

He who was bound in chains, set free.

Cross posted on AO3, link here, mindful of the tags!

Days.

Weeks.

Months.

It felt like an eternity, day in and day out wandering the vastless land. In fear. In silence. Alone. With nothing but the clothes on your back, a worn down dagger and whatever scraps of food you’ve found stashed away within a pouch. You’ve come to lose sense of time after what seemed like the third full moon you’ve seen since escaping Gresit. Just stepping foot in front of foot for hours, not looking up, not looking ahead. Just at your feet, one after the other. Making sure you don’t trip, fall, or ensnare yourself in a beast trap lest you’d like to lose your foot. Spring was tepid, albeit rather harsh at night. Or was it the night monsters?

Those terrors.

The reason you barely slept. How could you? Your days were spent traveling alone by foot, staying away from towns as best you could and eating whatever the Earth Mother decided to give you that hadn’t rotted away yet. Your nights? Filled with painful screeches from both monster and man. You hid yourself as best you could each night. For ages you were able to keep hidden, and quiet amongst the brush, even digging holes as deep as your weak and broken hands would let you, cover your scent with mud and dead things, and do nothing but stay hidden and silently weep while you waited for daybreak. 

You’d gotten crafty with it, really. After being alone and living a merciless hell day in and day out you’ve really found how to hide yourself in the evening times. Sometimes even nodding off, if the screams weren’t so loud. Or if the exhaustion hit you like a horse. Sometimes you even thought yourself remarkable. How, a lowly peasant girl has been able to live on her own for this long, with remnants of Dracula’s army still traipsing through the lands. You’ve heard -- sometimes seen -- men thrice the size of you fall to their knees, arms ripped from shoulder, sockets filled with torn muscle and skin, blood spewing like a fountain. Seen the way soldiers have been ripped in half with ease by the demons of the night. 

And here you are.

Just a lowly peasant girl.

Alive.

It’s about all you can tell yourself to keep you from ripping at the seams. As if life hadn’t already been so god damned terrible to you. The heavens just open up and shit on your future with monsters running amok. Ah, well, you think, so bitterly to yourself. Better than what it was, I suppose. 

Some days you’re not so sure.

You’ve just about convinced yourself that life was easier this way. Not having to think much or do extra work for others, until one wrong move at night -- and so close to day break! -- had given your position away. It was as if, almost in slow motion, you saw those terrifying red eyes find you within the dirt and muck. You swore you saw the thing smile. It’s next meal, is probably what it was thinking. Shock almost entirely took over your body, wouldn’t move a single muscle, not even a twitch of a finger. Until it stepped towards you. 

A crack of a branch under its mangled limbs, and you were off deeper into the woods once more.

You couldn’t breathe, could barely hear over the ringing of your ears. But the monster was just loud enough to hear over it all, just loud enough to hear how close it was getting to you. Your lungs burned, trying so hard to escape this thing. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you blinked as aggressively as your body would let you as to not let the fear consume your sight as well. It was getting close.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

I’m going to die, you thought. I’m going to die and I have nothing to show for it. I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die--

It took everything you had, mind, body and strength to force your intent to something, anything, that will save you. Your eyes closed for a moment, you turned around, your body facing this thing, and you grasped as tightly as your fingers would let you to your skirt. You were going to die, with nothing to show for it. You were certain.

But then a sharp snap and a following shriek pierced your ears. You were too scared to look. Maybe the scream you heard was yourself. An out of body experience. The afterlife letting you know it’s time to come home. But it wasn’t. You stood there, waiting for something, anything, to let you know if you were alive or dead. It felt like hours, though you know better. A blurred eye was opened, and your gaze slowly moved up, until you saw...a branch? Shoved through the maw of the night monster and piercing through the skull cavity. What you can only imagine being the frontal cortex of this thing splattered across what remained of its head, and along the wood that took it out. 

You blinked.

You blinked some more.

And then you cried. 

You wept like you haven’t been able to in ages. Loud, with everything you had left, with globs of tears running down your face. Broken, and beaten, and bruised. You cried like you’ve wanted every night since you escaped from Gresit. Hell, cried like you’ve wanted to since you were still in Gresit. Your legs gave out, knees buckling until you fell, one hand supporting you so you didn’t crumble into nothing, the other covering your face as best you could. You still wanted to muffle your noises, lest you attract another one of those things. But you were so exhausted. You finally did something right. You finally were able to use it somehow. In a way for you.

Magic. 

The poor peasant girl, born a witch to religious parents. Deemed a monster, deemed a heretic. Betrayed, and sold, and used. Just for being born.

Born a witch.

You laid there out in the open until the sun’s first ray broke through. Signifying you had survived another night. And had at least one more day ahead of you. You thanked whatever gods you had previously cursed, I didn’t really mean it, honest. And begrudgingly got up, and continued on.

The way you have been for the last however long. 

---

Blurred days have passed again. And you've gotten into your routine again. A bit jittery, but routine nonetheless.You took a bite of some ...meat...you had found and cooked along the way. You want to say it was a fox, but didn’t think too much on it. You’ll lose your appetite. And you barely had one to begin with. It was something to keep your stomach settled. That’s all food was good for these days anyways. Just something to keep your stomach settled. You wandered fruitlessly until you saw a peak of, of something. In the distance. A peak of a house? Maybe... You wanted to start steering clear of it. From the very tiny thing you could see, it was obviously very tall. Which meant very big house. Which meant people you mostly definitely didn’t want to see. But you decided to rest first. You’d been on your feet all day, not a second to even sit. So you did. And then you laid. And then you slept.

Mistake. 

You woke up with all your fire alight with fear. You were out in the open, in the dark. 

It was night time. And you hadn’t protected yourself. 

Oh, shit. 

You did everything you could to scramble to your feet and try to find some form of protection, but it was really too late. The monsters in the air had already scented you out. As if once within the last few days wasn’t enough. Looks like the gods took your cursing to heart. 

You knew you could have tried what you did last time. Magic, and all that. But you were so tired. And you hadn’t been eating much of anything. And there was three of them and you didn’t have time to think and--

You ran.

You ran towards that big, tall, house. You tripped, and you fell, and got back up and ran some more towards that house. Your lungs could have collapsed, feeling like they were on fire all over again. You almost just thought of letting them kill you. You were so tired of running, and just barely surviving. But your adrenaline wouldn’t let you stop moving for even a second. Your saving grace was really the trees that hindered those things from easily snatching you up. 

That didn’t stop them from trying.

Claws jabbed at your arms when they did reach down. Taking out that rusted dagger you really only used for food, you stabbed between its toes, and hearing its cries as it ripped away, taking a bit of your skin with it. And it hurt. It hurt more than most things you reckon you’ve felt in this lifetime. And you screamed, but you continued nonetheless. A few more swipes at you, and a few more jabs at its feet, and more than a few more punctures to your arms, you saw the house in sight. And it was big. Except it was worse than you could have imagined.

It was Dracula’s bloody castle.

The gods took extra offense, it seems.

But you couldn’t stop now, could you? You could only hope and wish and pray that whatever guardian had taken hold of the castle now would give you a swift mercy killing rather than be flayed by these things. Maybe even keep you alive as a blood bank. Living in solitude as a food source sounded awful. But not as awful as living in servitude to a beast disguised as a human as a...you shook it off. It wasn’t time to think of anything right now. Nothing except survival. 

You reached the open field the castle was in, you think you were yelling for help but you couldn’t be sure. You couldn’t be sure of anything anymore. You could barely see, black dotting your vision. You couldn’t feel your legs anymore. This wasn’t how you wanted to die. Especially not after you survived against one of them. But life is cruel to witches, so it seems. You kept running until your leg crumbled beneath you, so then you crawled. You looked up to the sky, it had started to rain. You didn’t notice. How could you notice? All you were looking for were the monsters stalking you for fun now. And one was getting ready to swoop down and gather you up for dinner. A sob escaped, bubbling up from your throat. You closed your eyes and waited. Waited. Waited.

And just like the last time. Nothing came. Nothing but cracks and shrieks of pain. You opened your eyes quicker than the last, too scared to not see. The last bit you saw before the final monster laid dead on the floor was a glint of silver, flying past you towards the house. You scrambled to get up and see who or what would be in front of you.

You honestly thought you died, because the man in front of you looked so ethereal it had to be an angel. A little worse for wear, maybe a soldier, but an angel. You could laugh if you remembered how to do that.

A tall, slender man with a gnarly scar across his chest between the opening of his shirt, beautiful blonde curls framed his somehow feminine and masculine face. That scar could do nothing to deter the beauty that lay before you. 

Neither could the culled bodies on steaks that weren’t even fully decomposed yet in front of the doors, but you don’t think your tunnel vision really saw that.

You wanted to thank him, beg him for mercy. You opened your mouth,

“I’m sorry”

You started to spill nonsense.

“I’m sorry, just let me” you stumbled, trying to go towards the castle. His sword-- his magical, floating sword-- pointed towards you, his face unchanging in its stoicism. 

“Just let me lean against the stone of your home, please, just for a minute” you stumbled again, this time on your backside. You made way to get back up, but it was so hard. “I’ll leave within the hour, you’ll never see me again. I just need...I just need to rest” You pushed up with one leg, and immediately collapsed again, legs fully giving out.

“I’m sorry, thank you, just a minute..” Your vision blurred more, black taking over. The last thing you remember seeing were the boots of your savior, before you hit dirt unconscious.

#alucard (castlevania) #alucard x reader #alucard tepes x reader #alucard tepes #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania (2017) #reader insert #CHAPTER ONE IS OUT BABY

[strwbrrykss]

𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Happy Spooky Month! Below the cut are the 31 prompts I’ll be using for my very first Kinktober! Thank you to everyone that has requested a character for these prompts to fill out the list, I hope you all enjoy this smutty buffet!!

All works are 1000-2000 words, with little to no plot - just straight up smut [by default these pieces will be f!reader but if there’s any that you want to see as afab! or gn!reader, let me know!]

all kinks + pairings were chosen by me; based entirely off what I felt comfortable writing. If anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, I strongly advise you not to read it

ageless blogs // minors interacting with this post, or any of the linked posts, will be blocked

As and when each piece is posted, the title on this post will be pink to indicate the link has been added!

ALL CONTENT BELOW THE CUT IS 18+/NSFW. MINORS DNI. BY OPENING THE “READ MORE” YOU AGREE THAT YOU’RE OF AGE

Dry Humping - Eddie Munson

Sometimes you’re both just too tired to get completely down and dirty, but Eddie has a new approach to an old problem

Hide N Seek - Dean Winchester

It started as a stupid game, something to keep you entertained whilst exploring an abandoned mall with Dean. And transpired into much more.

Begging - Benedict Bridgerton

You both knew it was frowned upon to leave a party early, but sometimes, you just want to hear your husband beg for your attention behind closed doors.

Masturbation - JJ Maybank

After a day spent out on the water in your new swimwear, JJ just can’t help himself and takes matters into his own hands... Literally.

Daddy Kink - Kevin Atwater

It came about by pure chance in conversation, what he wanted you to call him, and now you say it almost as much as his real name.

Overstimulation - Bucky Barnes

There is nothing Bucky loves more than to push you over and over to the edge of release... Except for watching you fall apart when he finally lets you finish.

Praise Kink - Anthony Bridgerton

Despite thinking you knew Anthony better than most, there’s still one more thing you’re yet to learn about him and it’s... Surprising results.

Dacryphilia - Robert “BOB” Floyd

Sweet as he may be, Bob loves nothing more than to see your makeup streaked down your face and he has plenty of methods to make it happen.

Mirror Sex - Eddie Munson

Eddie wants to show you just how pretty you really are, especially when he’s rocking your shit for the fifth time that week.

Cockwarming - Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Sometimes, all he needs is to be as physically close to you as possible, and you’re all too willing to help him out.

Facesitting - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

There’s very little you haven’t tried with Bradley, even with your status currently undefined, there’s one thing he can’t stop thinking about.

Lingerie - Matt Casey

At the end of a stressful week for you both, you decide to surprise Matt with some new additions to your wardrobe.

Breeding - Nomad!Steve Rogers

You thought you’d seen the last of him after the fiasco with the Accords. Steve has other plans now that he’s no longer America’s Golden Boy

Threesome - Pornstar!Jay Halstead + Pornstar!Adam Ruzek

After you revealed that you’d always been interested - or at the very least curious - to try a threesome, Jay brings home the perfect solution; a costar.

Food Play - Derek Morgan

Trying to cook a nice meal for yours and Derek’s anniversary doesn’t exactly go as planned... And leaves more of a mess than either of you want to admit.

Car Sex - Adam Ruzek

Adam always looked forward to seeing you on his lunch break, but when you proposition him, he isn’t going to refuse.

Toys - Pornstar!Jay Halstead

Jay confesses he wants to try something new - something that he might be able to add to his - not exhaustive - resume, you’re all too happy to oblige.

Uniform Kink - Jake “Hangman” Seresin

There’s just something about seeing a man in uniform that makes your blood run hot. Jake is no exception to that rule, despite your rocky relationship.

Morning Sex - JJ Maybank

In the Summer following graduation, you and JJ spend your time one of three ways; surfing, smoking and fucking.

Phone Sex - Steve Harrington

A town-wide curfew puts a damper on your date plans with Steve, so you find other ways to spend some quality time together.

Unprotected Sex - Will Halstead

After a lengthy discussion over the course of several weeks, you and Will decide that it’s time to ditch the condoms.

Clothed Sex - Dean Winchester

The last thing you expected whilst Sam was out on a solo hunt was for tensions to break between you and Dean after all the pining, teasing and flirting.

Sensation Play - Connor Rhodes

Candles and ice cubes seemed like mundane things in your relationship with Connor, until he has an interesting suggestion one night.

Quickies - Lip Gallagher

A surprise visit from your boyfriend at work, prompts you to take your lunch break a little sooner.

Pegging - Connor Rhodes

When your “present” for Connor arrives earlier than expected, he’s more than eager to put it to use as soon as possible.

Thigh Riding - Sierra Six

You’re feeling particularly needy and Six knows exactly how you can get your fix and it’s no longer just a quiet night in.

Anywhere But The Bed - S1!Sam Winchester

A long weekend with Sam on a hunt turns out to be just the push you needed for the levee to break and hormones to run rampant.

Semi-Public Sex - Billy Hargrove

Billy just can’t wait to get his hands on you, regardless of the fact that you’re in no suitable place to meet his demands, he’s quick to find a way around it.

Hair Pulling - Dean Winchester

Who knew that just a playful tug on Dean’s hair could change the mood so drastically? You certainly didn’t and you wish you’d done it sooner.

Accidental Stimulation - Roommate!Luke Hemmings

Movie night was a Friday ritual for you and Luke, until one too many chance touches alters the dynamic between the two of you.

Pool Sex - John B Routledge

A sure-fire way to get petty, self-indulgent revenge on your Kook ex-boyfriend? Fuck John B in his pool when he’s not around.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader #adam ruzek x reader #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #john b routledge x reader #jj maybank x reader #matt casey x reader #will halstead x reader #jay halstead x reader #kevin atwater x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #bucky barnes x reader #lip gallagher x reader #luke hemmings x reader #dean winchester x reader #strwbrrykss writes #kinktober 2022 #strwbrrykss

[kurooo-is-here]

Hey I really I like the how the Drayton and Lacey x Elesa’s kid turned out, thanks! I wanted to ask if you could do an expansion on that.

What if the reader started to get eating disorders or unhealthy eating habits trying to live up to their’s mom’s legacy (maybe excessive battling too.)

Also how would they react around their partner pokemon, Zebstrika. How would react if Elesa came for a surprise visit (I headcanon elesa as a good mom since she helped out Bianca in Pokémon black and white)

Oooo, it's been awhile since I wrote about any heavy topics like this. I will go ahead and say though, massive trigger warning for eating disorders. This is all fiction of course, but stay safe out there!

Being Elesa's kid, part 2:

Content Warning: Eating Disorders

Lacey is the first to notice your discomfort. She asks why you're not eating your food, and you respond that you're just not hungry. She lets it go at first, but then she notices that you start to skip even more meals and spend more time training your Pokemon.

Days go by and you haven't eaten anything. One day you mention to her that maybe you're eating too many calories for the day, and she finally has enough. She drags you aside and demands to weigh you, despite your protests.

You've lost... a lot of weight. Too much. Lacey pales as she looks between you and the scale.

"Y/N... We need to get you some help." She says quietly. "This isn't right."

You have an argument with her. You keep insisting you don't need help, that you're perfectly fine-- but Lacey knows you better than that. She points out that your Zebstrika has been looking tired from exhaustion (from excessive training), and that she's worried you've developed an eating disorder. She urges you to get help. You yell at her that she's been ignoring you lately, so maybe she should just mind her own business, because she's much prettier than you anyway.

...There's silence.

"Y/N, is that what this is about?" She asks finally. "What's going on?"

Apparently you had been bullied online after posting pictures of yourself with Lacey and Drayton. They would comment that someone like you didn't deserve to be friends with the likes of them-- they were important people, and you were just some nobody. They made fun of you for being Elesa's kid, saying they couldn't even tell because you looked nothing like your mom.

You had a mental breakdown after showing all of this to Lacey. Drayton came in just then because he heard shouting, and Lacey caught him up on the situation.

Drayton comforts you patiently as you sob into his shoulder, but his blood is boiling on the inside. Those bullies hurt you like this, they tore you apart... He would find them and give them hell.

Using his connections in the school as well as talking to Director Cyrano, he tracks down the bullies. He breaks their spirits in battle, strips them of their ranks, and leaves the rest of their punishment to the director.

Lacey is by your side the entire time, making sure you're taken care of physically and mentally. She wants to scold you, but she decides it can wait. Right now, your health is more important.

When Drayton gets back, he showers you with affection-- kisses, hugs, and cuddling. You fall asleep next to him, exhausted from such a long day.

Drayton swears to protect you. You're his only treasure, after all. He'll guard you with his life.

Elesa visits a week later after she hears the news. She's worried sick, asking you questions and checking your vitals. When you tell her you'll be fine, she starts crying a bit and hugs you.

"Oh darling... You don't need to hide around me. I'm always here for you. You will always be good enough for me." She whispers. You end up crying too, and Elesa makes sure you get the help you need before she departs. She even pays for your therapy.

Your Zebstrika has a bit of trouble trusting you, even after you start getting help. It wore itself out to exhaustion because of your training.

You tell Zebstrika with a heavy heart that if it wants to be with another trainer, you would be more than willing to release it or trade it away. To your surprise though, your Pokemon forgives you.

Zebstrika saw the pain you endured. It heard you cry yourself to sleep at night reading comments online. It wants to stay by your side, just this once.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon drayton #pokemon lacey #pokemon drayton x reader #lacey is your adoptive sister #kuro writes

[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #14

Day 14 - Baldur's Gate 3 - "Just hang on"

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As they descended in Cazador’s palace, Astarion felt the whole situation was surreal. 

He had been mentally preparing himself to come back here ever since Tav had agreed to help him kill Cazador. Astarion had spent hours daydreaming about how he would kill Cazador, and what he would say as he did it. The triumph he would feel as that bastard fell lifeless to the ground, freeing Astarion permanently. 

But it was different than he had daydreamed of lately. In his recent ones, Tav was by his side, bloodied rapier in hand and that fierce protection and loyalty in his eyes.

Except the day was here, and Tav was not.

Missing when they awoke in camp this morning. Nothing but the Szarr family ring and a splash of blood on his pillow.

How? Of course Astarion’s siblings told Cazador who he was traveling with and that Tav had stood up for Astarion. Astarion had expected that.

He had not expected his siblings to slip into their camp and abduct Tav as he slept just mere feet from Astarion.

But it had been such a long, hard day. They’d all been exhausted and fallen into a deep sleep as they got back to camp. 

Foolish. Fucking foolish. Astarion should’ve stayed awake and kept watch. He knew his siblings were lurking about, keeping an eye on him for Cazador. He was a bloody idiot for not anticipating this. But he’d figured he was the prime target.

Now, they moved cautiously through the long chamber, on edge for traps or ambushes. None came as they moved along. 

Astarion had no idea what they’d find down here. He’d never known about the existence of the place, and could only imagine the horrors hidden down here all these years. He had to get Tav out of this hell. 

Then he would kill Cazador for daring to target Tav.

“There,” Karlach said quietly, nodding ahead to another of those magically locked doors. 

They got it open and stepped inside, preparing for whatever they might face. Astarion thought he knew the levels of depravity his master could reach.

Even he was not prepared for this.

The red eyes looked back out at them from the cells, and Astarion was horrified to realize he recognized them. They…they were his victims. His prey throughout the years. People he’d longed believed dead, their lives amounting to nothing more than a meal for a vampire.

But here they were, staring back at him with slow recognition and quick hatred.

“Astarion?”

He knew the voice. Knew it from weeks of traveling together. From hushed conversations as they sat together in camp. From the singing at the campfire that made him feel a sense of home he’d never known.

When he turned, he was surprised he did not fall to his knees. All that kept him up was the shock locking his knees in place.

Tav looked out from behind the bars, dried blood on his neck and clothing. He gripped the bars of his cell, his eyes desperate.

And red.

“No,” Astarion heard himself choke out.

He might’ve stood frozen there for the rest of eternity, but Tav reached his hand through the bars, reaching for Astarion.

Astarion forced himself to stumble forward and clasp that hand, letting out a pained noise at the lack of its familiar warmth. Tav seemed weak and dazed, his body trembling as he fought to keep himself upright.

“I’m sorry,” Tav whispered, trembling harder. “I’m so sorry, Astarion. I fought. I really did. I wasn’t strong enough, and I’m sorry.”

He was apologizing for Astarion’s mistake. Astarion was the one who should’ve protected Tav, and he’d failed. He’d finally found the one person in the entire world who trusted him, believed him, and stood at his side without being afraid to speak up when he felt Astarion was making a mistake. Tav always believed Astarion could be better, but didn’t hold his nature against him. He accepted Astarion’s cold dismissals of others and enjoyment of violence, while still seeing whatever scrap of good was left in him.

And Astarion had failed him.

“I’ll get you out of here, darling,” Astarion said, with much more confidence than he felt.

“The…staff,” Tav said, rubbing his head as if it was in pain. “They said his staff controls the cells.” But then his red eyes widened and looked to Astarion frantically. “The Ritual. Astarion, he’ll kill you. You have to get out of here.”

“As if I’d let him,” Astarion said, but he felt himself spiraling inside. If he completed the Ritual in Cazador’s place now, he would be sacrificing Tav. What was the point of all that power and freedom if he didn’t even have Tav at his side? “Just hold on, my love. I’ll deal with Cazador and get you out of here.”

With luck, the tadpole would grant Tav the power it granted Astarion. The thought of Tav, who was such a free, happy soul, being enslaved to Cazador had Astarion so furious he could barely contain it.

“Just hold on,” he repeated, squeezing Tav’s hand. He forced his usual smug grin. “Wait for me, my sweet. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Astarion?” Tav’s voice was uncharacteristically small. “Astarion, please don’t leave me down here. I don’t want either of us to die down here.”

He was frightened. Astarion was stunned; he’d never seen Tav afraid before.

And it wasn’t just for himself. He was afraid for Astarion, too. 

“I will not leave you,” Astarion promised, dropping the confident, smug mask and looking seriously into those red eyes of Tav’s. “I am going to rip Cazador’s fucking throat out when I’m done listening to him scream, and then I am coming back for you. You have my word.”

And he would make Cazador scream. Scream and beg and cry. He would make Cazador suffer the same terror that Astarion and Tav felt. 

Cazador’s most lethal mistake was targeting Tav. Astarion was going to wreak vengeance like Cazador had never seen in all his miserable centuries.

#whumptober 2023 #no.14 #just hold on #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fic writing #astarion #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #jtdoeswhumptober