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bellatrixscurls · 7 months

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two ghosts | part 11

part one

James looks up at him with hope, and Sirius grins widely. “Look at you, you are the sweetest boy I’ve ever met. So pretty as well” Sirius’ tatted hand cups James’ soft, pale cheek and the younger boy melts against his skin. “Yeah?” he breathes, batting his eyelashes at Sirius, who nods proudly.

But when Sirius notices that James’ hand is moving up his thigh, he removes his hand from his cheek and stands up, walking towards a smaller chest of drawers, where you keep his clean clothes for when he comes over.

James’ breath hitches and tears start pooling at his eyes. He tries to be quiet, but you are still beside him and hear it. “What is it, sweet boy?” you ask, frowning.

He just shakes his head, burying his face into your soft pillow. “M sorry” he sobs, his tears most definitely soaking your pillow.

“Sorry?” you ask and he hums, still not looking at you. “Tried to touch Siri” he admits, “you have.. you’ve just been so good to me, I-”

“Oh, love, I’m not upset with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to touch Siri?” you joke and he giggles softly, lifting his head from the pillow.

“Okay I’m back and I got you my shirt and this pair of boxers, I hope they fit you- Hey, why are you crying?” Sirius came back with a light yellow shirt, a deep frown settled on his face.

You share a look with him and his shoulders drop, immediately falling to his knees in front of James. His thumbs rubbed the boy’s hands comfortingly. “Thinking of her? Listen, I know it hurts, but maybe Lily isn’t─”

“It’s not about fucking Lily!” James finally snaps and Sirius’ eyes widen as he glances at you, and then back at the boy. James’ cheeks turn crimson and he starts shifting uncomfortably, as if wanting to leave. But you don’t let him.

Your delicate fingers wrap around his wrist and you tug him so he lays with his face against your chest, your other hand running through his mess of curls. James freezes for a few moments, you can feel it. He goes stiff, his arms tense as they press into the mattress, but immediately goes soft and melts into you.

“Tell us what you feel, baby boy. We want to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours” you whisper soothingly, the tip of your fingers pressing gently against his scalp.

He sighs and Sirius looks at you alarmedly, unsure of what to do or what was happening. What could possibly get the poor boy to be so upset? He was better just moments ago.

“You have welcomed me here with you both..” he turns to eye Sirius for a moment, who’s biting on his lip as if he wants to rip it. “And I love you, I always have” he draws out his words, softly nosing at your exposed skin.

You let him have his moment and he is grateful for it. But who doesn’t?

“Prongs, I’m freaking out over here” Sirius finally snaps, his tone still gentle though, but his eyes wide as his hands are twitching at his sides.

James looks up, baby blue eyes red from crying. He smiles softly at Sirius, adoringly... but it only lasts for so long. “I don’t want to intrude.. I don’t want you to feel like you have to baby me now” he sighs, and you feel him leave your warmth, propping himself up on his elbows. “You are my friends, I don’t know what has gotten into me.”

You can tell that he is frustrated, and even in the state that he is in, Sirius can as well. His cheeks are crimson red, his hair messier than usual and he just seems so lost. His eyes seem to look for something, but he is unsure of what.

“Well... friends kiss too sometimes” Sirius shrugs and James grins widely, finally sparing him one more glance. “You think so?”

And with that, your boyfriend presses his lips to him for a moment, and a soft whimper escapes from James’ lips. When Sirius pulls away, the younger boy is in a daze, his eyes wide and his lips forming into an ‘o’ shape. You look down at him, and then up at Sirius, who gives you a knowing look.

After a moment, you guide him by his jaw to meet your own lips, trusting Sirius’ instinct. His lips are soft and you can feel him melting into the kiss. You are not cruel, you let him have a moment. He savours your lips, licking at your bottom lip and softly sinking his teeth into it, as if testing the waters. James seems to enjoy it, and you are sure of it the moment his hands find home on your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt.

You want to keep going but he is just too much. You can feel how gently he is handling you, but even the thought of kissing the boy is overwhelming, let alone actually doing it. So you pull away from his lips, and he blinks at you.

His lips are blood red. “Woah” he almost whispers, his eyes welling up with tears. He is inert.

“Oh yeah? You like that? Think about what she could do to your body” Sirius laughs, and you can tell he is only half joking. He doesn’t want to rush James, but he wishes for him to want those things. Well, all in good time─

“Please” it comes out as a needy whimper, and Jamie’s eyes are shifting rapidly between you and your boyfriend. Sirius’ eyes widen, but a wide grin slowly takes over his shocked expression.

“Tell us exactly what you need, baby” Sirius commands rather sternly, but you can tell he is just really desperate. Unfortunately, James can’t. So he hurries to answer, his head hanging low.

“Want to get off” he blushes, one of his hands coming up to ruffle his hair. “I want.. I want you to play with me and Y/n/n to...” and when he looks up at you, he can see you have unbuttoned your shirt, your tits spilling out of it slightly.

Sirius smirks, letting out a mocking ‘aweee’, and you glare at him just slightly. “Awh look, baby, he likes your tits just as much as I do” he pats James on the cheek, and he is right, the boy looks like he is drooling. “Mm no. Maybe even more.”

You giggle softly and James smiles at that, he feels like he is falling. As he is distracted, Sirius undresses him, throwing his clothes somewhere around the room, leaving James naked. But the boy is too preoccupied to notice, as you get closer to him, laying in one elbow and pulling your top down just enough for your tits to show perfectly.

“Ow!” James whines as Sirius tugs at his cock harshly, wide eyes meeting his.

“Ah, sorry” your boyfriend muses, looking uninterested as he takes the bespectacled boy’s cock in his hand, stroking it gently at first.

James grumbles, mouth latching around your nipple, his other hand taking care of your unattended tit. You can feel him moan against you as Sirius speeds up his movements, murmuring soft ‘please’s and ‘oh siri’s.

“Feels so good” he whispers, looking down at Sirius who is looking right back at him. And you know your boyfriend, he is no less than a tease.

You can see him smirk, through your lashes, and then James feels a wet mouth on the tip of his cock. Sirius.

“Fuck! Fuck f-fuck shit” James cries out, his eyes in tears as his nails dig into the soft flesh of your waist and arm.

“Sirius” you laugh breathily, kissing the poor boy’s head and holding him close to you as you shake your head at your boyfriend. “That’s how he is, love. A fucking tease.”

Sirius keeps working his mouth on James, watching both of you intently. “M gonna cum” the blue-eyed boy whimpers against you, unable to even suck on your tits anymore, even though that’s what he so desperately wants.

“You can, pretty boy” you coo at him, moving a stray curl from his face, giving your boyfriend a warning look. “Right, Siri?”

He rolls his eyes, pushing himself to take all of James’ dick down his throat, his eyes watering just slightly as the boy whimpers, dick pulsing down Sirius’ throat. “I’m-mhmm” he cries out, shaking as he cums, shooting his load for your boyfriend to savour. “Thank you thank you! Thank you.”

Sirius pulls away, and you can tell his mouth is still full when he towers over you, knees on either side of your waist as he uses one finger to tap at your lips. You open slightly and he leans in, kissing you and his tongue pokes into your mouth, helping you swallow James’ load, saving some for himself.

You moan at the taste and Jamie’s eyes widen, he gasps softly, making Sirius pull away from you to laugh at him. “You like this. You fucking slut.”

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calisources · 6 months

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CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT. a collection of quotes and scenarios about vampires. change pronouns/names as you see fit. These were all taken from different sources of fiction, both in literature and audiovisual media. all known triggers for vampire media apply (blood, death, murder, gothic horror, obsessive love and more).

SENTENCES AND QUOTES. change pronouns and names, locations as you see fit.

"I took mythology a lot more seriously since I’d become a vampire."

“None of us really changes over time; we only become more fully what we are.”

"A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age."

"How do we seem to you? Do you find us beautiful and magical?”

"The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him."

"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!"

"The blood is the life!"

"Loving the monsters always ends badly for the humans. It's a rule."

“When people see good, they expect good. I don't want to have to live up to anyone's expectations.”

“Love is a vampire’s greatest weakness. And we are not weak.”

“You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.”

“For a hundred years I offered ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart.”

"I'm not human. And I miss it. I miss it more than anything in the world. That is my secret."

“I'm in love with a woman I can never have. The point is I'm in love with her and it's driving me crazy. I'm not in control.”

"Your life is pathetic. Your after-life doesn't have to be."

"Life sucks either way, Jeremy. At least if you're a vampire, you don't have to feel bad about it if you don't want to."

"You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure and even a little danger."

"Sometimes the world turns good people into bad people."

"People have been after me for a thousand years, but I'm always one step ahead."

"Mother made us vampires. She didn't make us monsters. We did that to ourselves."

"Perhaps one day, in a year or even in a century. You'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer."

"Do you have any idea how rare love is? In a thousand years, I have found it but twice, and when I have, I have honored it."

"You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."

“When you feel the blood rush in, you tell yourself that you’re gonna get through it; that you’re strong enough.”

“You’d be surprised how easy it is to forget the past, Elena.”

“I wanna rip into your skin. And I wanna feed on your blood. Under your skin.”

“I just want one taste. That''s all I need. I just want one taste.”

“There’s the briefest of moments before we kill, where we literally hold their life in our hands and then rip it away, and we’re left with nothing.”

“Do you know the secret to immortality?”

“The vampire bond. There is no human equivalent.”

“He was my mentor, my murderer, my maker.”

“When was the last time you drank blood?”

“Left you with a bit of a craving, didn’t it? One day that craving is gonna grow.”

“That's cause you took my life! I got nothing. I lost everything. I lost my brother. I lost my family. About to lose the last fucking thing I care about.”

“And then I watched you pull over and drain a dog. And run down an alleyway for two more rats. This is not a life!”

“Hunting is an art. You have the power to subdue anyone you want, but sometimes restraint is your most powerful weapon.”

“What does this taste like to you?”

“There is one thing about being a vampire that I must fear above all else, and that is loneliness. You can't imagine the emptiness. The void.”

“Vampires are killers. Apex predators whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment. The ability to see a human life in its entirety.”

“Don’t underestimate the allure of the darkness. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it.”

“End of the day, human life is just a means to an end. Our means to our end.”

“A mutual law of nature is the strong always take from the weak.”

“It’s better to have a flawed life lived than wasted rotting away in clay.”

“Hatred, a pure and perfect hatred that’s greater now than the day I first took your life.”

“A thousand years of history isn’t going to write itself.”

“I can’t be killed.”

“I’m the monster lesser monsters fear.”

"I have crossed oceans of time to find you."

"You don't know what you are asking of me. To drink from you."

"You need blood, take it."

"To walk with me you must die to your breathing life, and be reborn to mine."

"I love you, Stefan. We will be together again. I promise."

"You loved me once, you will love me again."

"I made him. Did you know that?"

"I never compelled your love. It was real, and so was mine."

"What did you think was gonna happen? She would look at you, see your real face and give you a kiss?"

"I could swap this life of shame. Swap it out for a dark gift. You just have to ask me for it."

"Vampyrism is, by definition, an afterlife."

"I'm not the one who was sleeping with one vampire while half in love with another. Your morality is a moving target. Mine is not."

"A man damaged by his demons and those demons are not dormant, they are hell-bent on killing me and everything I find beautiful. And you, you are beautiful."

"You are stronger now. Meaner. Sexier."

"They are like vampire royalty. The oldest among us."

"He is the original hybrid. Half vampire, half werewolf."

"We both know I could snap your neck and do my nails at the same time."

“Viktor. The oldest and strongest of us. That night, he made me a Vampire. "

"Stop fighting who you are."

"I'll tell you what I know about death, Camille. Death dances silently in everyone's shadow, and she doesn't give a damn."

"Turns out, I have complicated feelings for a monster."

ACTIONS AND SCENARIOS. Add a +reverse for the inverse action. Change names as you see fit.

[YOU ARE NOT HUMAN]: sender figured out receiver is a vampire and confronts them.

[FEEDING HOUR]: receiver finds sender feeding on someone's blood.

[WHEN IS A MONSTER NOT A MONSTER]: sender touches receiver's vampire face, showing they are not afraid.

[YOU NEED TO]: sender offers their blood to receiver.

[ECHOES OF THE PAST]: receiver is a doppelganger/looks like a person the sender knew in the past.

[DEATH AND THE MAIDEN]: receiver and sender can't be together as one is immortal and the other is a vampire.

[MY MAKER, MY LOVER]: sender is receiver's sire and they reunite after centuries after.

[BOND]: receiver is senders fledgling and sender can feel them.

[ELIXIR]: receiver is hurt and sender, a vampire, feeds them their blood.

[SHARING]: sender tempts receiver to share a meal of blood.

[HUNTING THE HUNTER]: sender is a vampire hunter, and they found receiver.

[THE INVITATION]: receiver receives an INVITATION to stay at sender's gothic/ancient manor.

[DRACULA'S BRIDE]: sender wants receiver to be one of their wives/lovers.

[BLOOD FAMILIAR]: sender is a vampire familiar, a human bloodbag under receiver protection. receiver finds out another vampire had bitten them.

[CRAVING]: sender tasted receiver once and craved them again.

[INVITED]: after bring invited inside, sender shows up at receiver's home.

[LICK]: sender licks receiver's blood remains from their mouth.

[LAST RESORT]: receiver has to turn sender into vampire because they are dying. sender wakes up in transition.

[ANCHOR]: sender calms receiver down after receiver went on a bloodlust spree. sender reminds them their humanity.

[RIVAL COVENS]: sender and receiver are from rival vampire covens and they talk in neutral ground.

[HUMANITY]: sender is human and because of them, receiver is starting to feel humanity again.

[I'LL BE YOUR GUIDE]: receiver is guiding sender through the early stages of vampirism.

[RIVAL SPECIES]: sender is a werewolf/witch and receiver is a vampire. they fall in love/ally with each other.

[DHAMPIR]: sender is a half human, half vampire who just had their first taste of human blood. receiver finds them.

[REFLECTION]: sender looks in the mirror and finds out that receiver has no reflection.

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onyourowndaisymae · 9 months

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when satan falls in love

content + warnings: satan x reader, satan's in his demon form and his tail is Not Cooperating, fluff // [masterlist]

word count: ~1.4k

satan's feet drag along the floor as he journeys from the front door to his safe haven. he stopped hiding his demon form the moment he trudged through the door-- now his heavy footsteps and the ominous drag of his tail against the ground are what tell people to stay away. the barbs catch a little along the wood floors. lucifer will bitch at him again when he notices, but right now satan isn't the least bit worried about his older brother's opinions.

the door to his room shuts with a loud thunk! the bookcases shudder with effort, the disorganized book stacks groaning with a quiet threat of toppling over. the noise echoes to his high ceilings, then dies amongst poetic words and fantastical novels.

he collapses on his bed and groans testily. his tail flicks about, impatient, looking for things to destroy-- he knows if he gives into his destructive urges he'll only regret it later. he's lost countless tomes to a fit of rage, spent hours cleaning up his messes only to piss himself off more.

satan rolls over and closes his eyes, practicing his breathing exercises to calm himself down. what had him worked up this much, anyways?

lots of things. his brothers had been especially rowdy today, starting his day off with an unusually irritating breakfast. then he had a surprise quiz early in the day. at lunch, you were whisked away by lord diavolo for some bullshit reason or another. he can still picture the apologetic look on your face, waving over your shoulder with a slight frown as you had to abandon him in favor of your responsibilities. pair that with a few hellish classes and another surprise student council meeting, and you'll understand why satan is particularly testy today.

damn. after all this time, he'd grown much better at making sure he could handle massive slights that pissed him off. it's the stacking of little things on top of each other that presses his buttons.

in truth, he'd probably be better if he'd seen more of you lately. lunch just seemed to be a tipping point in the drought of your love. how long has it been since he's been able curl up with you at his side? since he's gotten a moment to have a proper date with you? the tangled emotions only make his blood boil more.

his emerald eyes catch something unfamiliar at the edge of his vision. he knows the layout of his room top to bottom-- any minor changes to his disorganization are noted fairly quickly, regardless of what others might think.

there's an envelope peaking out of a nearby bookshelf. it's subtle, but noticeable enough when he believes he was intended to find it. his first instinct is to be angry. who the fuck thought they were entitled to access his room when he was gone?

satan rises from his bed and angrily snatches the envelope from its hiding spot. he's ready to rip it in half in a destructive fit of rage when he spots your handwriting on the front. the fire inside of him settles to embers as his eyes follow the curl of your letters as you wrote his name. he could spot that handwriting anywhere. the "s" in his name swoops with grandeur, like you're going out of your way to be fancy, and he can't help but smile a little. he opens the letter carefully-- there's no way he won't keep whatever this is, all because it came from you-- and begins to read your familiar scrawl across a nice piece of stationary.

my beloved satan,

i've missed you! that's odd to say considering we live together, but... life seems to find new ways every day to keep us apart. it's weird to look back on my day and realize i've barely seen you. we barely get a peaceful lunch together anymore! there's always someone joining us or pulling one of us away before we can settle... i don't mean to sound clingy, but i don't think it's bad to want to have some alone with your boyfriend!

as i'm writing this, i'm cooped up in diavolo's office during a little break in some meetings. there's some trouble with some of their human world contacts, so i've been brought in to act as a "bridge" between the two. that apparently means sitting through lots of boring, professional talks and trying to pretend like i'm not about to fall asleep. barbatos made some really nice tea, though, and that's been my saving grace so far.

i can't wait until we find some alone time again. i've never found something more peaceful than cuddling up to you while you're reading and listening to you breathe. if i rest my hand on your chest, i can hear your steady heartbeat, too. you always tease me for being so sleepy and run your hand along my back, but who wouldn't fall asleep under those conditions? i just feel so at peace when i'm with you. nobody else can make me feel so safe and cared for. even when we're not together, knowing you're there for me makes each day better.

was it weird of me to write this as a letter? i hope not. you hear about people writing their lovers romantic love letters in the movies and books. i thought i'd give it a try. it's nice to have a physical reminder of someone's feelings for you. ticket stubs and stuffed animals are nice, but i wanted to give you something that illustrates my feelings more clearly. i adore you. you mean the world to me. i feel like it's harder to say things like that when you look at me, but here in the letter i'll say it as many times as i want to. you are my best friend, satan, and i'm glad to have you as my partner.

i hope this letter makes you smile. i'm planning on hiding it in your room, so hopefully it'll take you a bit to find it.

yours always,

so much for him waiting to find the letter.

in the quiet of his room, devoid of all distraction except the gentle whir of the air leaving a nearby vent, satan realizes he's in love with you.

his body freezes. for these past few weeks, he's intellectualized his feelings for you-- it's not love, but adoration. infatuation. lust, even. but no. he can feel the realization settling on his shoulders like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer.

when he was created, all satan would feel was reckless, horrifying, world-ending rage. it consumed him like a wildfire during a dry season, devouring any part of him that might be redeemable with the crackle of wild grass and the unforgiving heat. but meeting you changed him. his smiles were no longer plastic, but easy and natural. his irritation often simmered in his chest instead of exploding from his lips as harsh words, now just huffs and sharp glances.

you made him better. he knows now there's more to him than wrath. every single positive change in his life ever since you came to the devildom was driven by you.

he takes a deep breath to calm himself. instead of wrath, he's fighting the flush creeping up the back his neck. he reads the letter again, then again, each time sparking something in his stomach that he had to push down.

love. so this is what it feels like, huh?

he's read his fair share of sappy stories, but they all pale in comparison to the real thing. it's unsettling for him to be bursting with positive emotion, but here he is. flushed, stiff, listening to the silence as his heartbeat pounds in his ears. it takes him too long to realize that his tail was swishing behind him, thumping against a nearby chair enthusiastically. that only embarrasses him more-- is he really so in love with you that he's wagging his tail like a dog?

originally, he thought to corner you right now and show you just how much he appreciates the letter. but with his body acting out like this...

satan takes a seat his desk, digging around until he finds some suitable stationary, a writing feather (pretentious, he knows, but he can't ignore the urge to be so traditional), and an inkwell. if you were exchanging letters to express your feelings, now, then expect him to write you the best damn love letter you've ever seen.

taglist for this series: @deepseafragments // @darkflowerav // @annoying-and-upset // @katerinaval // @lurkingsnails // @chirikoheina // @all-mights-wife // @notareum

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #otome

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tired-teacher-blog · 1 month

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In the waiting room

Characters : Kirishima/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Handjob/ Fluff/ Cum eating/ One Shot

Notes : Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

• So, has anyone ever thought of professional boxer Kirishima? Just me? Okay cool.

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A man who's nothing less than a beast in front of his opponents, and nothing more than a little puppy when you're around.

He's ripped, barely fits in his gym clothes, arms and chest are covered in tattoos and multiple scars -courtesy of the countless matches he's been involved in so far- striking fear in the bones of men, and lust in the hearts of women.

He's a legend in the world of combat sports, with many championship belts, trophies and medals with his name on them, everyone both hates, and wants to be him, it's a paradox really, and that's how impactful this man can be.

_ "You're an idiot," you grumble under your breath while gently using a gauze swab to clean the cut under his left eye, "this could have been bad."

_ "I'm sorry babe so please don't be mad at me, it's just that I got distracted by how beautiful you looked while cheering for me." a goofy smile appears on his face as he casually slips a hand under your skirt and slides it up slowly, only to retract it a moment after with a wince of pain when you intentionally dabbed at the wound a bit too harshly.

_ "Stop joking around will you?" you are definitely not amused, and the irritated expression on your face, says it all.

_ "It's fine love, I won didn't I?" he expresses cheerfully, puffing his chest and chuckling cutely, but you still do not find it funny.

_ "You really are an idiot huh?" you slap a band-aid on him before collecting the first aid kit and standing up from your seat with a roll of your eyes, "do you think winning is what's on my mind right now? I just want you to be safe you clueless asshole."

_ "So you were just worried about me?" and it seems as if he has just made a grand discovery, the spark in his eye is blinding and the stupid smile on his face is endearing, and you almost break into laughter yourself, watching the duality of this man's intimidating appearance, and pure heart.

A duality only you can witness.

_ "Of course I was, you big jerk." you finally give in to your giggles, cradling his cheeks and smoothing your thumb over the covered wound apologetically.

A shriek suddenly escapes you when he effortlessly picks you up in his arms and spins you around, banging on his chest and demanding to be put down between uncontrollabe laughter.

You know him well enough to realise what he has in mind, but you refuse to give in too easily as you were still on the arena's ground –albeit in his fancy waiting room, tucked away from the prying eyes of his fans and reporters who wish for nothing more than a glimpse of their champion.

_ "Come on sweetheart please, no one would dare come near our door, trust me." he cooes cutely, almost pathetically to be honest, while plopping down on the comfy sofa with you on his lap.

It's useless to ask of him to wait until you reach home, his patience is running thin already, and the forming bulge poking your thigh is enough proof of that.

You sigh defeatedly and plant a small peck under the bruise surrounding his cut, "okay but we can't go all the way here."

He nods his head enthusiastically and leans back against the backrest of the sofa with an excited expression on his face as you start running your fingers over the protruding muscles of his chest, secretly grateful he is still in his boxing shorts and nothing else.

You wiggle yourself a bit and reach down to palm his clothed cock, giving it a few teasing squeezes while your lips latch onto his tense jaw.

_ "Baby please, stop tormenting me." he breathes out the plea, eyes squeezing shut and hips bucking against the slow movements of your hand.

He clutches onto your butt cheeks and pulls you even closer to himself, little moans of your name are fanning over your ear and travelling straight to your loins as the caresses on his bulge quicken.

He isn't the only one enjoying himself, oh definitely not, because watching him this desperate for your touch and craving a release that only you can grant him, is a reward in itself.

Your kisses move lower, from his jawline to his neck, and your teeth graze the sensitive skin covering his wild pulse while swiftly slipping your hand into his shorts to free the raging shaft from its confinement.

_ "Oh, what do we have here? A few little touches got you all worked up?" you whisper the remark teasingly, stroking the smooth head and admiring the clear precum collected on your thumb.

_ "This is on you princess, your hand is so warm and soft so please don't stop." his breathing is labored and hips are restless as he chased the blissful feeling of your fist around his cock, and you gladly give him what he wants, tightening your hold as you pumped him faster, and relishing the little twitches against your palm along with the blunt nails pressing into your thighs as your cute little skirt rode up around your waist.

You kiss him on the lips, effectively silencing the thirsty growls escaping his throat while he devours the smirk appearing on your face as his hand moved to encircle your own and guide it to move even faster.

He is desperate and itching for release, and seeing him in this state is coaxing a pleasant heat to pool into the pit of your tummy as you wished to have him buried deep inside you when he finally reaches his high, but that needs to wait until later, until you're home together, away from everyone who is certainly still clinging to the hope of seeing him tonight.

_ "Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.. baby girl I'm cumming!" he breaks the kiss to rasp out the words, moving the hand that's been holding your thigh, to gently cradle your neck instead. It's his way of bringing your face towards him as he cums, the image of you is what he wants carved into his brain when he finally loses control.

_ "Go ahead Eijiro, let it all out honey." you coo sweetly, biting down on your lip as he whined louder, and that is all it took for the ropes of his pearly seeds to erupt from his tip and coat your hand and his.

A wide smile finds its way to his flushed face as he finally relaxed underneath you, but then a sudden darkness creeps in his eyes as you moved your glistening fingers to your lips, licking and sucking every single digit clean.

_ "Yummy." and your teasing continues towards your poor boyfriend whose mouth is hanging open while watching you in awe, but then a sharp squeal tears past your throat as you found yourself on your back, sinking into the plush sofa with his menacing frame hovering over your writhing body.

_ "I'm sorry princess but you're being so unfair." and his hands are already stripping off your clothes as he spoke.

You should have known the moment you walked into the room with him, that just a little bit of touching would not be nearly enough to quench his insufferable thirst for you, not that you mind going further anyway.

_ "Okay Eijiro, I'm all yours."

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jaeyunverse · 8 months

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dandelions

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genres: fluff, academic rivals to lovers, private boarding school au (??)

wc: 2488

warnings: profanity, reader is sick

summary: the last thing you needed before your midterm was to fall ill. thankfully, nishimura riki was there to make sure you were okay.

note: this was supposed to be small i have no idea what happened i’m sorry if it seems to drag on forever rip. also the title has no connection to the content of the fic i just used it bc i suck at thinking of something that actually fits the story!

You may have been a little disoriented and on the verge of falling asleep, but you still felt the presence of someone standing over you.

“Go away, Nishimura,” you said, burying your face deeper in your arms. School was about to start in a few minutes and you were slumped over your desk, the hood of your jacket pulled over your head.

The only reason you knew it was Riki was because you didn’t really have any friends that would come to check up on you. Sure, you talked to a lot of people in your grade, but there wasn’t anyone you could turn to in an hour of need.

Studying all the time to maintain your scholarship never left you much time to socialise.

“Didn’t sleep last night?” he popped. You sighed weakly and tried to tune out his incessant blabbering. “You shouldn’t try so hard, Y/N. I thought after all this time you’d have realised it’s impossible to beat me.”

You would have snapped at him for being so cocky if it weren’t for the fact that he was right. No matter how much work you put into your academics, you could never seem to surpass the boy.

You weren’t one to give up, though. The more you failed, the more you tried. The more you improved. You’d received the same percentage as him in the last midterm—you were hopeful about finally outperforming him in this one.

If only you weren’t sick.

It seemed your long studying hours, lack of sleep and personal neglect had finally caught up to you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d eaten a proper meal.

You’d been determined to go through everything again as many times as you could, and that had somehow snowballed into you staying awake for over 36 hours with a fever of over 100°F.

None of this would have happened if you had your mom to force you to take a break. You supposed an unhealthy lifestyle was one of the downsides of attending a boarding school.

It was fine, though. The next exam wasn’t for a week, so you could sleep for several hours and take plenty of time to recover after you were done with today’s test.

“Please go away,” you muttered, clenching your eyes shut against the sharp stab of pain that shot through your head. Fuck, this was the last thing you needed right now.

There was a pause for a moment. Then, you heard the sound of a chair being dragged closer and Riki sitting down right next to you.

He leaned closer to your face so he could examine it and asked, “Are you ill?”

You couldn’t even muster the energy to give him an answer. You just wanted him to leave you alone so you could pull yourself together before the bell rang.

Obviously, he did the exact opposite. He lifted your hood a little bit and placed the back of his hand on your cheek, causing you to shiver at the cold contact.

“You’re burning up, Y/N!” he exclaimed and withdrew his arm. “We need to get you to the medical wing right now!”

You ignored him.

Riki shrugged his blazer off and dropped it over your shoulders, enveloping your body in some much needed warmth.

“Can you get up by yourself?”

Again, if speaking hadn’t been proving to be such a difficult task, you would have pointed out how stupid he was for asking you that right after weighing you down with his heavy blazer.

It didn’t matter anyway. You weren’t leaving the classroom before you turned in your answer paper.

Riki interpreted your lack of response as a cry for help. He grabbed the back of your seat with a hand and pulled you away from your desk.

You yelped at the sudden movement, but he snaked an arm around your waist before you could topple and hauled you up.

“I don’t need your help,” you managed to croak as he slung your arm around his neck for better support. “Leave me alone, Riki. I’m fine.”

“You have a fever, Y/N,” Riki said, finally getting a good look at your face. Maybe it was because your gaze was foggy, but you could see concern and worry etching his features. “You look half dead.”

You sighed and let your head loll forward. “It’s fine.”

The next thing he spoke wasn’t directed at you, but at the teacher who had just walked through the door to supervise the test.

“Y/N’s sick, Mrs. Lee,” Riki informed. “Is it okay if I take her to the nurse?”

“Oh—certainly,” she sputtered, clearly caught off guard. Hurrying towards you, she checked your temperature and you heard a quiet gasp leave her mouth. “She’s burning up. We need to get her some medical attention immediately.”

“I’m okay, Mrs. Lee.” You lifted your head and tried to give her a reassuring smile. “I’ll visit her after the exam.”

Your teacher only stared at you incredulously. Then, she commanded Riki, “Let’s move. I’ll call for a substitute supervisor.”

Before you could protest again, he said, “It’s fine if you don’t accompany me, ma’am. I can manage on my own.”

“No—”

“The bell will ring in a minute. You won’t be able to find someone so soon and the others won’t receive their question papers on time. Really, I can do this by myself.”

Mrs. Lee appeared conflicted, but she seemed to find some sense in his words. He was the star student—she could trust him with you. “Okay. Just keep me updated.”

And then Riki was helping you out of class and to the medical wing. Since he was so tall, your arm was stretched up to find support on his shoulders.

The blazer kept slipping off, and the boy decided enough was enough after the third time he had to stop and tug it back on you.

“Y/N,” he said softly. “Hey.”

You opened your eyes and glanced at him weakly. “There?”

“Not yet. I’m gonna let go of you for a minute. Lean on the wall, okay?”

You gave him a small nod and did as you were told once Riki took his blazer off you. Lifting your arm, he slid it into the sleeve. Then, he pulled you closer so your back wasn’t resting against the wall anymore and brought the piece of clothing on your other side.

He was pretty much caging you with his figure now, and despite yourself, you found that his embrace was much more comfortable than his blazer. Somehow, his presence made you feel ten times better.

“Okay, let’s go,” he announced, gripping your waist and slinging your arm around his neck again. But this time, he intertwined the fingers of his free hand with yours.

The sudden increase in the pace of your heart and the heat rushing to your face were definitely side effects of whatever was wrong with your body.

“Why are you helping me?” you rasped. Great, your throat was itching too now.

Riki frowned at you. “Huh?”

“I could not have been clearer, Nishimura.”

“I wasn’t talking about the question.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “Your tone surprised me. You sounded oddly suspicious.”

“Oddly? Given our history, I think my reaction is completely normal.” You shouldn’t have been tiring yourself out by conversing with him, but you couldn’t deny that you were curious.

“What history?” Riki inquired, looking confused as well. “I thought we were friends.”

You reached the medical wing before you could reply. The nurse noticed you and smiled at the student she was checking on before rushing towards you.

“She has a high fever,” Riki said before she could ask. “It’s accompanied by a headache and overall weakness, I think.”

The nurse’s eyebrows furrowed as she led the two of you towards a bed. “Yeah, we’ve been getting a lot of that recently with the exams coming up. Are you getting enough sleep? Eating food regularly?”

“Uh…” You winced. “Sure.”

She gave you a knowing look and came to a stop. “Lie down here. I’ll go get the thermometer and blood pressure machine. Get your story straight by the time I come back.”

Riki helped you get on the bed and took a seat on the chair beside you. “You’re stupid, you know that?”

All you did was stare at the ceiling.

“You’re supposed to take care of yourself, Y/N!” he scolded. “When was the last time you slept? I don’t even see you in the cafeteria anymore. Is packaged food all you’ve been eating these days—”

“Why do you care, Riki?” you asked him again, finally averting your gaze to meet his.

He fell silent. Then, he muttered in defeat, “I just do.”

“Thanks for bringing her here, but you need to go back to class, Mr. Nishimura. I need to treat my patient.” To no one’s surprise, the nurse knew his name. Everyone did. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’ll wait.”

“You have an exam in progress.”

“I’ll give the retest with Y/N.”

“She has a valid reason to be here. You don’t.”

“But��”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Riki glanced at you in despair before giving in. “Fine. I’ll see you in three hours, Y/N.”

You awkwardly nodded at him in acknowledgement. Why was he suddenly so concerned about you? All he’d done the past few years was be a complete pain in your ass.

Weird.

Your head was no longer throbbing when you regained consciousness.

It didn’t feel like you had the fever anymore, though you still felt weak and wanted to lie in bed forever.

Rubbing the gunk out of your eyes, you pushed yourself up and groggily looked around. The medical wing’s lighting had been dimmed, so you reckoned that night had already fallen.

Sure enough, when you glanced out of the window, the full moon was staring back at you.

Then you noticed an unmoving figure seated by your bed—Riki.

His arms were crossed over his chest and his head was slumped forward. His ruffled hair was hiding his face, but it was obvious he was sleeping.

Blinking in surprise, you debated whether or not to wake him up. You knew he’d fallen asleep in that uncomfortable position while waiting for you to come around, but waking him up didn’t seem right either.

Thankfully, you were spared from making the decision. He leaned forward in his sleep and your hand shot out to prevent him from toppling over.

He looked so lost when he jerked awake that you had to purse your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

“You’re awake!” Riki exclaimed upon catching sight of your sitting figure. “How do you feel?”

“Rested,” you admitted. “I don’t think I have a fever anymore.”

The boy placed the back of his hand against your throat and confirmed it. “You don’t.”

“How many hours was I out for?” you inquired, frowning at the darkness outside the window.

“Hours?” Riki laughed. “You were out for days. We came here yesterday morning and it’ll be midnight soon now.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Oh, fuck. I have to study.”

“What the hell, Y/N? Have you learned nothing?” he demanded, glaring at you.

“I haven’t,” you said and kicked the heavy blankets off of you. “Which is why I need to study. I need to prepare for the retest too.”

Riki rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Yeah, well—” you began, slipping your feet in your school shoes and tying your unbound hair in a high ponytail. “Doesn’t matter.”

Getting up from the chair, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “You might wanna eat something first.”

“I’m stocked up on instant noodles.” You brushed the stray strands away from your face and stared at him. “I’ll make some when I get back to my dorm.”

The moonlight filtering through the high windows was illuminating his face. Even with exhaustion weighing him down, he looked as good as ever.

Riki had stayed the entire time. Lectures had been suspended till the end of midterms, and judging by the empty sandwich boxes you could spy inside your bedside trash can, he hadn’t even left your side long enough to eat at the canteen tables.

You’d found him sleeping in that uncomfortable position today; there was a good chance he’d spent the previous night here too.

Hesitating a bit, you added, “You’re welcome to join me if you’d like. Haerin will be there too.”

The least you could do to thank him was invite him for a meal, albeit it wasn’t anything cooked on a stove.

“No.”

You hadn’t realised you were hoping he would say yes until he turned you down. But before the disappointment could plague you further, he continued,

“I’m not letting you eat packaged food again. Especially not when you haven’t even recovered fully. We’re going to raid the school kitchen and you’re going to eat an actual meal. I’ll even cook you something if there aren’t any leftovers from dinner to heat.”

“That’s very considerate of you, but we aren’t allowed to leave our rooms after 10,” you pointed out. “And we certainly aren’t allowed to access the kitchen.”

Riki grinned. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I can pull some strings and get us what we want.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you realised what he meant not even a moment later—your school’s head chef was his father’s close friend. That had to give him some perks.

“Mr. Kim told me to not hesitate to drop by if I was hungry. I never took him up on the offer, but I guess right now is as good a time as any.”

“What if we get caught?” you asked, still not sure about his plan.

Pushing past you, Riki began walking towards the door. “I never knew you to be such a goody two shoes, Y/N.”

You scowled and jogged up to him. “I literally just invited you to my dorm despite the strict rules. Besides, not all of us have connections to get out of trouble, Nishimura.”

“I’m your connection.”

“That is not reassuring.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers.”

“Kill yourself.”

“You look cute in my blazer.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately looked away to hide the embarrassment beginning to colour your face a hot red. “Since when did start you flirting with me?”

“Since October. Thanks for finally noticing.”

“You’re a horrible flirter if your idea of the word is to be a huge pain in the ass.”

He hummed, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. “It seems I have a lot to learn.”

Finally mustering the courage to look at him, you said with a small smile, “Need help?”

Riki’s answering grin was blinding and full of joy. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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back2bluesidex · 8 months

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Enchanted - KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Theme: Angst with a happy ending, exes to lovers au.

Request:

HIII i want to make a request for the TS song drabble game Can you do Namjoon x Enchanted the genre maybe angst? fluffiest Its one of my favs ..this idea came to mind while remembering the lyrics.. what if Namjoon lost his memory and reader was a museum crying staring at Nam´s favorite works and then they meet and maybe they fall in love again.. leaving an open ending if he ever got his memory back or not. or maybe he did! whatever you want is fine :)

Song: Enchanted

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: Major character accident, partial amnesia, angst, pining, crying, suffering, reader gets called a bad luck.

Minors and Karens Are Not Allowed in this Blog!!

A/N: A huge thanks to you, anon, for offering this brilliant idea. I changed the storyline a bit so that it fits within a drabble length and I hope you like it.

also, a very happy birthday to our best boy Kim Namjoon. I hope he is happy and healthy just as he deserves to be.

"What are you doing here?"

"eomeoni, I- I"

"Didn't I tell you to keep your distance from now on? Didn't you ruin enough?"

"Please.. I will - I want to see him once. Please. I promise I won’t even step near. I will just take a look. Please eomeoni?"

"No! You - You are bad luck. Look what you did to my poor son. He was rushing to see you just because you fainted and look who's laying on the death bed now!"

"eomeoni.."

"Stop calling me that! You are no one to me! you are no no one to Namjoon. Leave right away or I'll have to report you."

The conversion reels in your head as you stare at the man from afar.

It's been a year since that dreadful night, the worst night of your life. It's been a year since you last saw him, heard his voice, until today.

Your heart rips apart seeing him standing so gracefully with practiced elegance. Nothing has changed. He still looks the same. It feels as if it was just yesterday when he took you to the art fair and bought you that handmade clay-framed mirror.

But you know things are far from being so simple, if anything then everything is much more complicated than ever.

While you still stay awake each night, spending a fair share of time shedding tears for him, he doesn't even recall your name. He doesn't remember who you are, what you sound like, how your touches feel, or the time you two shared being so in love.

You had vanished from his life long ago, vanished from his memories leaving absolutely no traces behind.

He forgot you, even if you know he never intended to, even if you know it was a cruel decision of fate, he still forgot you and you can't change a thing about that.

Silent tears fall from your eyes as you stare at him. Only you know how much you want to run to him, hold him tightly in your arms and tell him that you have waited for him, tell him that you have never stopped loving him, tell him that you love him more than anyone ever can. But you can’t.

And even if you do all these, what will be Namjoon’s reaction? He will just shove you to the ground thinking you are a crazy woman trying to throw herself at him. So you decided to leave. Meeting him unexpectedly here in the gallery should be more than enough for you. You can’t ask for more. You have no right to ask for more.

You turn your heels to leave but you hear a faint voice calling you from behind.

"Excuse me.." it's his voice. It's Namjoon.

You start to panic. Contemplating whether you should run away or give in, you stay planted at your own place.

"Hey. Um.. I am sorry to bother you but I- uh saw you staring at my direction and you seemed to be really familiar.. So, do we know each other?" Namjoon's voice is unsure and filled with confusion.

Your heart breaks. You know you should have not expected him to remember you but his confession still makes you weak on your knees.

Blinking several times and gathering some strength, you turn around and face him.

He's just as handsome as he used to be, if not more.

Seeing you silent, Namjoon clarifies, "Sorry if I seem weird with my questions. I actually got into an accident last year and lost some of my memories. So I tend to ask people who they are if someone seems familiar to me. And you.." he pauses, his eyes raking through your face as if he's trying to find a clue "you seem to be someone very close to me."

"I- I think you got the wrong idea. I mean - I, no, we.. we knew each other through some common friends but weren't exactly close." Your words fumble over each other much more than you would like.

"oh- sorry then." A sheepish smile takes over Namjoon's face.

His dimples make you sick and you want to run away from him.

"I gotta go-"

"May I know your name?"

You two speak out at the same time.

"Y/N. It's Y/N." You say hurriedly.

"Yeah... Y/N" Namjoon whispers.

You don't know if you're imagining things or not, but a flash of sadness passes through Namjoon's features.

"I don't wanna sound like a creep but-" he hesitates.. "I would love to have a cup of coffee with you."

"I am so sorry but I kinda have to go." You reply with your heart breaking into a thousand pieces all over again.

"oh.. then, can I at least have your number? Please?" Namjoon pleas. His voice quivers a bit or maybe you're just hearing things.

You don't know what you should do. You don't know why life is playing these games with you. You don't know where this will go but what you know for sure is that you're enchanted to meet Namjoon again. So you give in and take another chance.

"Sure." You murmur.

Namjoon pulls out his phone from his pocket, unlocks it and gives it to you.

As soon as you take his phone in your hands, your world starts to spin, eyes start to blur, hands start to shake because it's you. It's your picture saved as his wallpaper, the one from the art fair, under cherry blossom, wearing the same hoodie Namjoon is wearing right now.

When you look up at him you find that his dark eyes are full to the brim with tears, which may start falling anytime. He looks as broken as you do.

"The story line didn't end there, Y/N. It was the very first page. And... And I was enchanted to meet you. I would do anything to meet you again."

"You- y-you remember me?" your words get choked.

"How could I not? You are deep-rooted in my heart. My brain may have forgotten a period of time but heart kept on trying to make me remember you. And it was successful." Namjoon smiles through tears, so do you.

"I hope you are not in love with someone else, you don't have someone waiting on you." he whispers, stepping close to your body.

"No- I don't." you reply, taking a step towards him.

Namjoon comes closer, cups your face and connects your forehead with his as you two intertwine your lives again standing in the middle of the gallery.

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mountttmase · 1 year

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The Do-Over - Part Three

Note - another request for part three, a little spicy as promised 😏 also definitely didn’t base the gift part on my boyfriends Christmas present to me this year 😉🥹 feedback is always appreciated and I hope you enjoy. Part one & Part two are linked.

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 6.3k

Warnings - fluff and smut

Low-key was not a word in Masons vocabulary.

You had both decided to keep things under wraps for now until you were both settled, giving you a chance to get yourself into a good routine with each other. The only other person who knew you were seeing each other again was Woody as he seemed to be attached to Masons hip more than you were.

Ava would hound you everyday at work, asking how your first date with him went and was furious at you for being so tight lipped. You’d even had a few texts from Dec wanting the down low as he wasn’t getting anything out of Mason but you both held it all in.

You could trust him to be secretive when it came to others asking questions, it was when you were in public that seemed to be hardest for him. You’d been on a few other dates, more dinners and a few crazy golf or bowling nights and as much as you tried to remain inconspicuous, he couldn’t help but have his hands on you at all times. His lips constantly kissing any part of skin he could access and always whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

‘It’s nearly the weekend. Got any plans with money Mase?’ Ava winked at you from across your desk and you laughed loudly at her words. ‘What? I know he’s not got a game for a few days so he’s got the evening free tomorrow. The both of you think you’re so clever but I know somethings going on’ she pouted and you rolled your eyes playfully.

‘Who says I’ve got plans with anyone tomorrow?’

‘So you can keep me company then?’ She asked and your face faltered for a second. ‘I knew it, I’m your best friend, why can’t you just admit it?’

You did feel bad, she had been rooting for you and Mason more than anyone and you would of loved to have a girl to chat about him with, so you gave into her pouty face and came clear.

‘Fine’ you huffed, and she clapped her hands together like an excited seal. ‘We’ve been seeing each other since a little after new years. We just thought it would be best to keep it low key and not put so much pressure on it, you know? Figure things out for ourselves before everyone finds out’

‘I get that’ she smiled at you sympathetically but you could tell she was over the moon for you. ‘How’s it going?’

‘Really good’ you smiled and she mirrored your smile with her own. ‘He’s grown up a lot, tells me a lot more, like when somethings on his mind he doesn’t shut off and he wants to work through it with me which is really nice’

‘What about the sex? You shagged him yet?’

‘Bloody hell Ava’ you choked, as you both got sent into a fit of giggles.

‘What I’m curious?’ She laughed whilst shrugging her shoulders. ‘You never told me what he was like when you two were together. I’ve known him for a long time and I wanna know if his bedroom abilities are up to scratch’

‘Well from what I remember I definitely had no complaints, but we haven’t gone there yet this time’ you told her. ‘We wanna focus on us as people before we rip each other clothes off’ you laughed and she gave you a knowing smile. ‘I have a question though. Why did you and Mason never get together?’

‘Dec’s a very over protective cousin’ she admitted whilst rolling her eyes ‘told Mason he’d never walk again if he ever touched me. Plus as cute as Mason is, he’s not my type’ Ava was a bit mysterious when it came to boys, never openly admitting who she liked and even though you’d seen her with guys on nights out, you’d never known her be in a proper relationship.

‘What’s your type then?’ You asked her and she rested her head on her hand whilst giving you a far away stare.

‘Ruben Loftus-Cheek’ she breathed and you both erupted into giggles before getting the death stare from a few of your colleagues. She stuck her tongue out at you playfully before carrying on with her work just as you heard your phone ping besides you. Masons name popping up on the screen.

Hello beautiful, I was having a think about to tomorrow and I’ve had an idea. Give me a call when you’re done with work xxx

You text him back, letting him know you would but you were curious about his plans. You had both decided to celebrate Masons birthday towards the end of the month as he had such a packed schedule and it was proving difficult to find a day you could both agree on however thanks to a Sunday game, Mason now had a Friday night free. Once you were on your train home, you pressed Masons number to give him call and he picked up on the third ring.

‘Hello trouble’ he answered, a slight teasing note in his tone but it made you smile.

‘Hello, Mason’

‘How was your day?’

‘Long, but not too bad. How about you?’

‘I won a shootout against Kai today, so I’d say pretty good’ he boasted and you could hear the smile in his words. ‘But I didn’t want you to call me so I could tell you how great I am. I want to speak to you about tomorrow’

‘I’m all ears’ you told him and you heard him get comfortable before starting.

‘Well Woody has managed to trick some poor girl into going out with him so my house is free and we won’t be disturbed. I thought you could come over and I can make you your favourite just like I used to’ he insisted, and you were excited by his words. ‘Just thought it might be nicer than some over priced restaurant under the prying eyes of the public like normal. I want it to be special. So what do you think?’

‘Sounds perfect’ you breathed and you heard him let out a relived sigh on the other end. ‘But it’s supposed to be your birthday Mase, not about me.’

‘How about we think of it like a joint birthday slash one month anniversary’ he laughed and you rolled your eyes playfully. Of course he was trying to make this about you. You carried on chatting until you made it home and he told you he had to go so he could sort some things out but he’d text you later like normal.

The next day was Friday, and you and Ava sat sharing a box of chocolates she had left over from Christmas whilst gossiping about Mason some more. She promised she’d not tell a soul and it felt good to have someone to talk to about him with again. As soon as the clock struck five, you were out the door and ready to race for an earlier train, but the sight outside your office made you stop in your tracks.

Masons car was parked over the road, and you could see him sat looking out. He waved as soon as he saw you and you run across the street to jump into the passenger side door what he’d opened.

‘Firstly, it’s dark out Mason. You don’t need to be wearing sunglasses, you look like a right melon’

‘Excuse me’ he scoffed, sliding them up his nose so they rested on his head. ‘I’m trying to be inconspicuous’

‘Well you make yourself stand out even more’ you laughed as you took them from his head and placed them over your eyes. ‘And secondly, what are you doing here?’

‘Well firstly’ he mocked, reaching behind your seat to produce a bunch of red roses and your heart began to race as the gesture. ‘Happy Friday, beautiful’ he smiled as he sat them in your lap. You lent over your seat and met him in the middle so you could kiss him, holding him by the jaw and stroking his cheek as you hummed into the kiss.

‘Happy Friday, Mase. Thank you, you shouldn’t have’ you told him shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he looked at you adoringly.

‘Thought I’d hold off sending them to your office this time, I know how embarrassed you get’ he teased but you laughed along with him as he gave you one final kiss. ‘And secondly, can a man not pick his girl up from work?’ He teased, turning in his seat and starting the ignition. ‘Thought I’d save you from public transport and take you straight to mine’

‘Thank you, Mase. I appreciate it I really do but I wanted to nip home first so I could sort myself out’

‘I can take you home first’ he smiled ‘I’ll just wait in the car and then we can go to mine’ he told you before driving off. Once at yours you quickly changed into a cute strappy black dress that was still comfortable enough for you to sit around in and touched up some of your makeup before grabbing the gift you’d got him and running back down to the car.

Once at his he made you wait by the door, claiming he wanted to check something before racing back to you, an excited smile playing on his face and he grabbed you by the waist.

‘You look gorgeous by the way’ he told you, kissing you softly as he slowly turned to stand behind you, his hands covering your eyes as he gently encouraged you to walk forwards. ‘Just trust me, yeah?’ He laughed as you yelped, grabbing onto his arms as he guided you through his house until you reached where you knew his dining room table was. He softly counted to three before removing his hands and once your eyes had adjusted you let out a soft gasp at the scene in front of you.

The table was set perfectly, candles lit in the middle of the table, silver and blue balloons grazing the ceiling with tea lights scattered about to create a more cozy atmosphere. You’d never seen anything more romantic and you felt you eyes sting as you took in the scene in-front of you.

‘Is it okay?’ He asked, almost timidly, and you pulled back you crash your lips into his. When you eventually pulled away, you both stood their smiling at each other out of breath. ‘I’ll take that as a yes’

‘It’s beautiful, Mason. Thank you I love it. But we’re supposed to be celebrating you and I feel like you’ve done all the hard work.’

‘Well, like I said, it’s a joint celebration’ he winked before leaning down to kiss you again. ‘Foods almost done so why don’t you take a seat and I’ll sort everything out’ he told you whilst pulling out your chair so you could sit.

He returned from the kitchen to top up your glass before bringing in your food in. Your hand sat in his throughout as you chatted over dinner and you sat there feeling like you were in a fairytale, thanking whatever god would listen for bringing Mason back into your life.

After dessert he shooed you off to the sofa whilst he cleared the plates away. You took this time to grab his gift and as he came over to join you, you passed it over to him with a smile.

‘What’s this’ he smiled, taking the wrapped box from your hands and setting it on his lap.

‘Just a little something’ you breathed, before placing your hand over his as he went to unwrap it, halting his movements. ‘Before you look, you’re really hard to buy for’ you told him and you both let out a little laugh. ‘I mean what do you buy the man who has everything? So it’s just a few little silly things and-‘

He cut you off with a kiss and you could feel his smile on your lips before he pulled away. ‘Whatever it is, I’ll love it cause it’s from you’ he told you before you removed your hand so he could tear the paper off.

Inside were all of Masons favourite sweets with cute little handwritten notes you attached with a pin about each one. You’re as cute as a button pinned to a bag of chocolate buttons, I chews you on a packet of chewits and life without you was unBEARable attached to a huge bag of gummy bears among some other random bits and bobs. He laughed as he read through all of them before his eyes met yours and the look he was giving you made you blush.

‘I know it’s silly, but I remember you used to like to sneak snacks in your bag for away games so I thought I’d help you stock up’ you laughed and he lent over to kiss your forehead.

‘These are coming with me tomorrow’ he winked before pulling you into his lap. ‘Thank you baby’ he whispered against you lips before kissing you deeply, running his hands over your thighs as you clung to his shoulders. He pulled away and you both sat there with flushed cheeks whilst smiling before he gently moved you off him to grab a small box off the coffee table that you hadn’t seen. ‘Now it’s your turn’

‘My turn? What you on about? What’s this?’ You asked as he passed the the small box.

‘I told you, one month anniversary’ he winked and you shook your head whilst trying to give the gift back to him.

‘No Mason, I can’t accept this’

‘Please baby’ he pouted, pushing it back ‘I picked it out myself and I want you to have it’ he insisted and after a silent stare off for a few moments, you undid the wrapping. As soon as you noticed the shade of blue from the gift box, you dropped it into your lap and covered your face. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ He laughed but you couldn’t look at him as you responded.

‘I can’t Mase, it’s too much’

‘You haven’t even opened it yet’

‘But I can tell where it’s from’ you countered before looking up into his hopeful face. ‘Really, Mase? Tiffany’s? I don’t feel like I deserve it’ you laughed, so he grabbed your hand with a sympathetic smile.

‘You deserve this and so much more’ he whispered, kissing you pout gently. ‘Just let me give you this, please’ he begged, and you cook one final breath before opening up the box to revel a small arrow pendent necklace. Not one for flashy jewellery, you fell in love with it instantly, a small gasp came flying from your lips as you inspected it. ‘Do you like it?’ Mason whispered, snapping you out of your trance so you could look at him.

‘I really do, could you put it on me?’ You asked and he smiled whilst taking the box from your hand removing it whilst you turned away from him so he could fix it around your neck.

‘There’s a reason why I chose this one. It’s not just random’ he told you, his lips by your ear as you felt him fiddle with the clasp.

‘What’s the reason?’

‘Well, there’s two reasons actually. The first one was to tie into my cherub tattoo’ he told you, leaning you back so you were pressed against his chest, looking up at him as you were hanging on his every word. ‘Being struck by Cupid’s arrow means you fallen in love. Just like us’ he winked and you chuckled as he held you a little bit tighter. ‘They also apparently symbolise overcoming set backs and moving forward. Like you have to pull an arrow back, and the further you do, the more it travels forward. I like to think that describes us a bit? Like we’ve had to go through a bit of a shit time, but now we get to move forward together and I’m so excited about what the future holds for us’

‘Fuck’ you whispered and he laughed lightly at you whilst furrowing his eyebrows. ‘I think I’ve just fallen in love with you all over again’ you told him and he bent down to kiss you gently. ‘No seriously. That was sexy as hell’ you laughed and you felt his chest rumble as he laughed behind you.

‘Oh yeah?’ He teased, ticking your sides until you turned in his grasp, your eyes flicking over the flushed face of the boy you loved more than anything. You felt your face drop as you thought about leaving soon, not wanting to be away from him tonight, and he picked up on your soured face instantly. ‘What’s the frown about, pretty girl?’ he asked, cupping your cheek so you’d look at him.

‘I know we’ve still got a few hours, but I don’t wanna go’ you pouted. Curling your arms around his shoulders and hiding your face in his neck. He hugged you back tightly, slightly swaying you as you felt him laugh under his breath.

‘So don’t go’ he reasoned and you pulled back to look at him. ‘I don’t want you to go. I never do. Ive got stuff here for you, you can sleep in my shirt like you used to and I’ll drop you home on the way to Chels tomorrow’ he shrugged, like he had it all planned already.

‘You sure’ you whispered and he pulled you in for a long heavy kiss that told you all you needed to know.

‘Come on, why don’t we get sorted for bed and watch tv or something. I know you’re dying to get out of this dress’ he teased, pulling you up and walking you towards the stairs. After a quick shower, you met Mason in his room wrapped in a towel where he handed you a fresh T-shirt from his drawer. ‘I’ve actually got some of your stuff in there I think’ he told you, pointing to the drawer where you used to keep a few of your things. You had a peek inside to find some clean underwear and socks as well as a few pairs of leggings and you smiled that he’d kept them in there for so long. ‘I won’t be long’ he smiled before disappearing into his en-suite.

You quickly changed into his shirt before looking through the underwear in his drawer to find a nice pair, settling on a meshy black pair that you thought you’d lost. You weren’t sure if anything was about to happen with him but you wanted to look good just in case it did. You were just packing back the last few things when you heard his door open, turning round to find him stood in just his boxers and you bit your lip at the sight. He quickly dimmed the lights before pulling you into bed, helping you to sit on his lap and straddle his thighs.

His hands were stroking up and down your legs as his dark eyes flickered over every inch of you. You felt hot under his stare, and when he lent forward to press his lips to yours, you couldn’t help but hum into his mouth.

‘What happened to watching tv, Mase?’ You laughed as you pulled away and he squeezed your waist gently.

‘You expect me to focus on some boring show when I’ve got you in my bed with my shirt on? Nuh uh, I can think of other things I’d rather be doing’

‘Oh yeah? Like what?’

‘You’ he whispered in your ear, and you shivered at the thought. It had been so long since he’d touched you, since anyone had touched you in fact and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. Your thoughts turned to the last time Mason had been touched, wondering if he’d slept with anyone in your time apart and the thought made you feel sick. He was always being linked to girls and you tried to take as little notice as you could but now you felt like you couldn’t let this carry on unless you knew what happened. You realised you had no right to be upset, he was single and you figured there was no way he could of gone a whole year without seeing anyone, but you still felt that sinking feeling in your tummy.

He felt you stiffen up, turning your chin so you’d look him in the eye, and the look of panic and sadness confused him. ‘Hey’ he whispered softly, stroking your cheek gently to try and calm you. ‘If you don’t wanna do anything it’s fine, like if it’s too soon I get it’ he reassured you, but you shook your head, knowing that wasn’t the issue.

‘It’s not that’ you whispered and he pulled you even closer to him.

‘What is it then, baby? Talk to me’ he asked, and his tone melted your insides.

‘I’m gonna sound so stupid, but I was just thinking and I wondered if… like the year we were apart? Did you um- did you…’

‘Did I sleep with anyone?’ He asked, finishing your sentence for you. You were too frazzled to say anything so you just nodded, looking at him with wide eyes as you waited for his answer. He gave you a small embarrassed smile and you were ready for him to tell you you had when he shook his head to say no.

‘What?’ You questioned, furrowing your brows as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. ‘You’re telling me you haven’t had sex since the last time we did?’

‘I’m not gonna sit here and tell you I didn’t have the chance to, I’ve been on a few dates here and there and yeah I kissed a few of them but it never went any further than that’ he told you and you appreciated his honesty. ‘Truth is I knew it wouldn’t be the same, and I lost interest’ he shrugged and you let you a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. ‘Don’t worry, before you I wasn’t exactly reeling them in. I know how to get by’ he winked, waving his hands at his sides to let you know he knew how to look after himself. You laughed, blushing as you covered your face and fell into his chest. His arms came around you, holding you to him as he kissed your head, relief flooding your veins at his admission. ‘What about you huh? Got anything you need to tell me?’

‘I went on one date’ you admitted, turning your face so was free from his neck and you could talk as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. ‘It was an absolute disaster and I had to get Ava to call me and pretend to of fallen down the stairs so I could leave’ you told him and you felt his chest shake underneath you as he laughed.

‘So that’s it?’

‘That was it’ you affirmed and he looked at you confused. ‘Don’t worry, I know how to get by too’ you winked as you sat up to look at him and his face was a picture as if he couldn’t believe what you’d just said, but when he bit his lip, you knew what mood he was in.

‘Is that so’ he murmured, flipping you over so you were now on your back and he was leaning over you. ‘Why don’t you show me’

‘What?’ You blushed, wondering if he was actually asking you what you thought he was.

‘I want you to show me, what you did to yourself when I wasn’t around’ he whispered, rising to his knees so he could get a better look at you. Palming over his boxers and you could see he was getting hard at the thought of you touching yourself. ‘Go on baby, put on a show for me. Don’t worry, I’ll show you too’

You were frozen in place, this not being something the two of you had ever done before, in fact something you’d never done with anyone so you were unsure how to proceed, but the lust in his eyes made your tummy erupt with butterflies, so you slowly ran your hands down you body as he got comfortable in between your legs. Lying on his stomach with his head by your knees so he had a good view of you.

You quickly sat up to discard the T-shirt and laid back down, hearing him growl lowly at the brief sight of your chest. You could feel him pressing sporadic kisses on the inside of your leg, and before you could talk yourself out of it, your hands were gliding back down and dipping into your underwear.

You were already wet from his stare and soon enough you felt his hands hook your underwear down your legs and pull them off, now giving him a full view of what you were doing to yourself. You could feel your face flushing at the intimacy of it all, and you knew your hands were shaking but you pushed through, at first pretending he want even there and running your fingertips all over your body again until you were covered in goosebumps and you could feel your nipples harden.

You slowly ran your fingers through your folds, coating them before you circled over your clit. You could hear Mason take in a breath before kissing your legs again, slowly getting higher as you pleasured yourself in front of him.

‘Mason’ you breathed as the pleasure intensified and you felt him shuffle up your body a bit more until hips lips were on your waist.

‘That’s it, that’s my girl’ he mumbled into your skin and you let out a whimper as his lips attached to you nipple, sucking gently before teasing off with his teeth, sending a shiver down you spine. He sat up on his knees in between your legs before he pushed his boxers down, letting himself spring free and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

He took himself into his hand, slowly pumping himself up and down whilst his gaze fluttered all over you as if he didn’t know where to look. Soon after, he grabbed your wrist, and bought your fingers to his mouth, sucking your wetness from you as his eyes rolled back at the taste.

‘Fuck, just as good as I remember’ he breathed, getting his face settled between your thighs again as he looked up at you. ‘I’m a little out of practice but I need to taste you’ he told you, placing your hand in his hair before diving into you tongue first.

You gasped at the contact, finally feeling his mouth on you again after so long. He told you he was out of practice but he was always good with his tongue and you were pleasantly surprised to find that was still the case. You tugged his hair slightly in a way he used to love and he moaned into you.

You had gotten yourself most of the way there already, so when slipped his fingers inside you, it didn’t take long for you cum around them. Once he knew you were through it, he went back to kissing all over your thighs, traveling up your body to kiss your chest and the feel of his lips still all over you sent your head into a spin, only the the thought of him pounding into you on your mind, but he seemed far too interested in kissing every inch of your skin that he’d missed.

‘Mase, please fuck me’ you whimpered and you heard him whine into your neck at your words, lifting his head with a mischievous smile so he could bump his nose with yours. You could feel him hard against your leg so you knew he was ready and waiting for you but you also knew he liked to drag out your pleasure.

‘Say that again for me baby’ he uttered, kissing your cheeks as you bucked up into him.

‘Fuck me Mase, please. I need to feel you’ you pleaded, ruining your hands down his body until you were met with his length. You took him in your hand, pumping him a few times and enjoying the way his face changed at the feeling. His eyes closing and his lips parting ever so slightly so he could let out a shaky breath. You managed to line him up with your entrance, but he needed no extra help from there. Slamming into you until you arched your back, moaning directly into his ear as he thrusted into you with all he had.

‘So needy for me’ he teased, his lips lost in your neck before he brought his head up to look at you again. Both breathing into each others mouths as he gave you all he could. He was close already and you could tell, but you knew he wasn’t ready to cum yet so he sat up before spitting down onto you and circling your clit whilst he was still buried inside you. ‘That good’ he questioned, noticing how your eyes were rolling to the back of your head with each brush of his fingers.

‘You have no idea’ you managed to croak out, the feeling becoming overwhelming and you were certain you’d never felt this good. He saw how close you were, now knowing it was safe for him to get back into it so he started moving his hips again whilst still keeping his fingers working. His other hand traveled up to your throat, squeezing gently as he remembered you used to love it and clearly still did from the way you tightened around him even more.

You were trying to keep your moans at bay, not wanting to sound too desperate, but the harder he went, the harder it became for you to keep a lid on things.

‘I know for a fact you can be louder than that, come on baby, let me hear you. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel’ he pleaded, his low raspy voice turning you on even more causing you to cry out in pleasure. He bit his lip at the sound before attaching his lips to yours, pushing you both over the finish line and you clung to his neck as you both attempted to get your breathing back on track.

He slumped to the side of you, not wanting to crush you but too tired to move anywhere further. You ran your fingers through his hair and felt his body melting into yours which caused you to chuckle beneath him.

‘Don’t laugh at me’ he scolded you gently before lifting off you slightly so he could look at you. The bridge of his nose was flushed and his hair was a mess but he was radiating happiness and you couldn’t help but smile at him. ‘You okay?’ He whispered and you nodded whilst kissing his forehead.

‘Never better’ you breathed and he nestled back into your neck.

‘Well rest up, I’m gonna need a round two soon’ he told you, standing up and helping you you to sit so you could go to the bathroom. You let out a little laugh and his eyes snapped to yours, a cheeky smile on his face as he winked. ‘You think I’m joking, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do’ he teased, slapping your bum playfully as he followed you into the bathroom to join you in the shower.

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You’d barely slept, both your hands on each other all the time and the simplest of contact led to a quick fumble between the sheets. You were exhausted and had no idea how Mason was going to manage to get through the day. At least he would have a night away from you tonight to catch up on sleep before his game tomorrow.

You we’re currently in the kitchen, dressed only in your underwear and Masons shirt whilst you made the pair of you a coffee. He was currently behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed your neck gently and you lent into his chest to update him on some office gossip you hadn’t got round to telling him yesterday. You both heard the front door open, freezing as you were unsure as to who it could be, but the sound of Masons dad shouting his name made you relax before panicking again.

‘Shit, I forgot they were all coming today’ he groaned and you were filled with anxiety as you took the pair of you in, him in just his boxers and you not leaving much to the imagination. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’ he muttered before darting from the room to greet them, leaving you stood in the kitchen, frozen in fear.

‘Ah there he is. Nice to see you got dressed this morning’ you heard his mother tease, their voices getting closer and the entered the living room. ‘What the hell is going on in here’ she laughed and you realised the table was still set from last night as half burnt candles littered the floor and balloons were floating around everywhere. ‘You know what, I don’t wanna know. I just need to put this in your fridge’

‘I can do that’ you heard him offer, a tinge of desperation in his voice, but it was no use. Before you knew it, she was in the kitchen, your eyes meeting and you’d never seen her look so shocked. She visibly jumped before she realised it was you, a massive smile breaking out on her face before she dashed to your side, bringing you in to a bone crushing hug.

‘I knew it’ she shouted spinning you both in a circle and she laughed. ‘They all thought I was mad but I was right’ she howled, as Mason stood laughing with his hands on his hips in the doorway. Debbie pulled back, holding you in front of by your arms as her eyes filled with tears. Your eyes glazed over too at the sight of her, you knew how close Mason was with his family and they had welcomed you with open arms when you first got together. To see her so happy at the sight of you warmed your insides.

‘What do you mean you were right?’ Jaz questioned as she followed in behind, but as soon as she saw you she was running over to join the hug. ‘Oh it’s so good to see you, but I owe mum a tenner now so it’s kind of not’ she laughed as Mason entered the room, holding summer on his hip, his dad, brother and Sam flooding in behind with shocked faces.

‘Why do you owe mum a tenner?’ He questioned as you watched the little girl wriggle around in his arms as if she was fighting him off to get to you.

‘Call it mother’s intuition’ she laughed and Mason rolled his eyes and he popped Summer on the floor so she could run over to you ‘let’s face it Mason, you haven’t exactly been a ray of sunshine this last year. But these last few weeks you were back to being my Mase again’ she explained as you lifted Summer up onto your hip. ‘I knew there was something up and I figured it had to be you’ she told you, squeezing you a little tighter. ‘He gets this special look when you’re around’

‘Who is it Summer’ Jaz asked her excitedly as she began threading her tiny fingers in your hair.

‘Auntie y/n’ she clapped and you tickled her sides gently. ‘Trousers gone?’ She questioned and your face flushed as you remembered you were stood there in front of his family in pretty much next to nothing.

‘Uh yeah, I must of lost them’ you laughed and you could see Mason trying to hold in a laugh from across the room.

‘Summer?’ You heard Lewis call as you set her down. ‘Why don’t we go get your stuff out the car while y/n tries to find them. Mason maybe you can help, I have a feeling yours might be lost in the same place’ he teased before grabbing Summers hand and walking her out the room.

Once back up in Mason room, you flopped onto his bed face first and groaned as he stood laughing at you. ‘Don’t Mase, I’m so embarrassed’

‘But look how happy they were to see you’ he laughed as he sat down on the bed next to you, rubbing over your thigh to try and comfort you. ‘Sorry baby, it’s my fault. I was so focused on you being here i forgot I’d made plans with them. They’re gonna stay here tonight and come to my game tomorrow’ he explained and you rolled over to look up at his apologetic face. ‘You do realise my mum will probably invite you to go with them now’

‘I suppose it wouldn’t hurt, I haven’t been to a game in a while’ you told him, sitting up as he kissed your cheek. ‘Can I borrow a shirt?’

He laughed, standing up to grab one of this season’s shirts with his name printed on the back and you smiled as he handed it to you. ‘Call it a late Christmas present’ he winked as he cupped your jaw to kiss you. ‘I guess since now my family know, and you’ll be wearing my shirt at the game, maybe now we can tell some more people? Like be official?’

‘Are you asking me to be your girlfriend again, Mason Mount?’ You teased, your eyebrows raised and your tongue in your cheek as he looked into your eyes lovingly.

‘I’m asking you to be my girlfriend again y/n y/l/n. If you’ll have me that is’

‘I don’t see why not’ you whispered as you kissed him. A year of hurt and upset now behind you as you were officially back with your person.

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Satiate Me pt. 3

Incubus!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 1552

Eddie's reward for you being such a good girl for him.

Warning: 18+, Oral (f receiving), anal (fingering and sex), squirting, spit as lube, begging, sir kink.

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It felt like we lay there forever, Eddie nipping and sucking on my neck while his hands groped at my body. My own hands scratched down his tattooed chest as I succumbed to the feeling of him touching me.

Then finally, his hands roughly turned me onto my stomach. Maneuvering behind me, Eddie manhandled my body to where he wanted it and I let him, too exhausted to move on my own.

On wobbly legs, I kept my ass up on display, head, and chest staying flat on the bed. Eddie moved my legs, widening them before giving each ass cheek a spank. I gasped at the sting.

He gave a small chuckle before smacking his hand on my exposed and sensitive cunt. A strained whimper escaped me.

"Fucking love that sound." He mumbled. I turned my head slightly to watch him from the corner of my eye. Tears welled as he spanked my cunt a few more times.

"Please, no more," I begged, my ass wiggling in the air as I tried to get away. "Want you inside me."

"Okay, pretty baby, okay. I'll give you your reward." Slowly, Eddie’s fingers trailed up from my wet slit, bringing my juices with him, and pressed them into my quivering hole.

I couldn't help the surprised cry I let fall from my lips when Eddie’s thick middle finger entered me. Clenching at the intrusion, I took a shaking breath.

"That's it baby, breath, just like that." The hand that wasn’t pushing into my ass rubbed soothing circles into my lower back, trying to relax me. "Need you to stop tightening around me or I won't be able to work you out enough for my cock. And you want my cock don't you princess?"

I nodded, words leaving me.

"Ah, ah, ah." Eddie gave me a spank. "Need you to use your words."

I groaned out, Eddie’s finger curling upwards. "Yes, want your cock so bad."

"Mmm." Eddie didn't say anything after, only added a second finger and began to push and pull them in and out.

The feeling was weird yet it fuelled the warmth in my abdomen. My hands gripped the sheets below me as Eddie moved at a slow and agonizing pace. I couldn’t imagine being able to fit his whole cock inside me with how full I felt with just two wingers.

I winced as he sped up his hand. Short gasps passed my parted lips as I continued to take what he gave me. It was becoming more and more pleasurable as he kept going. Wetness began to drip from my cunt, down my legs, and onto the sheets below. Slowly I moved a hand down between my body and the bed and began to rub on my clit, needing the added stimulation.

A sharp smack sounded through the bedroom and my back arched away from the pain of the spank Eddie had given me. This one is harder than the ones before it.

“Did I say you could touch yourself? Hum?” His voice was disappointed when he spoke.

I shook my head. “No, Sir.” and took my hand away.

“God, Sir?” He asked. “You sound so fucking pathetic.”

Saying Eddie hadn’t felt right. The name had slipped out but it seemed to fit more than his name.

Eddie’s body leaned over mine, skin against skin. He was hot, his breath even hotter when he breathed near my ear, biting at the tender lobe and pulling slightly. “Beg me. Beg me in that pathetic little voice to fuck your ass.”

A groan ripped through me as he kept up the pace now curling his fingers into my tight walls.

“Please. Please, Sir, I need your cock in my ass so bad. Want my reward, Sir-” A moan cut my plea short.

Eddie pushed a third finger in. “Come on Princess, you can do better than that.”

"Fuck…" I moaned out into the sheets below me. Tears prickled in the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over, washing away the old tear stains with their new trails.

"Fuck me please, Sir. Fuck my ass good. Wanna feel how good you stretch me out. I've been good, need it so bad, please."

Eddie chuckled menacingly and if I were able to have seen his face, a smirk to match his laugh would have been set on his sinful lips. It sent a shiver up my spine.

"That's it, just like that.” His fingers pumped ferociously into my tight hole while his other hand gripped and pulled at the meat of my ass. “Think you’re nice and ready for me now, pretty girl.”

The feeling of his fingers leaving me had me whimpering. The emptiness made me feral, I needed more and the few seconds between him taking those fingers away and then tapping at my ass with his hard and leaking cock felt like hours.

“Gonna push in baby, hold still.” Eddie’s words soothed me as both his hands spread my ass cheeks apart, bearing be to him. I felt his cock press against me then the sound of him spitting ended my ears followed by a warm wetness.

He thrust gently over my skin, rubbing his spit over my entrance before finally pushing the head inside. I gasped out, mouth open in a silent moan. Eddie’s cock had felt big in my cunt, but in my ass, he felt enormous. The stretch stung in a good way, it sent shivers down my spine.

“Fuck.” I cried out. My left hand flew back to him, reaching out and grabbing his wrist. I needed to touch him, feel that he was there. Our fingers entwined and it grounded me, keeping my mind and body on earth instead of floating above the world.

“Taking me so well. Got this pretty ass stretched out so good.” Eddie groaned as he began to slowly thrust.

The sensation was better than what his fingers had provided. It had my pussy fluttering around nothing and tears flowing from my eyes at the pleasure. I had never felt this way and it was amazing.

“God baby, so fucking tight. You keep squeezing me like that and I’ll cum.” He sounded so breathless as he kept going.

I could only whine in response and clenched around him again and again. It felt so good but I needed more. Through the jagged breaths and loud moans, I was able to ask for what I needed.

“Please Eddie- Please Sir.” I gasped out. “Need more. Ah. Want you- fuck- want you to touch my clit.” My fingers gripped his tightly, pulling them from behind me, down and around my body.

Eddie grunted in response, taking over the movement of his hand, tearing it away from my own, and pressing gently into the sensitive bundle of nerves.

One, two, three swipes of his thick fingers over my clit had me silently screaming into the mattress. “You’re so fucking wet Princess. This all from me fucking your tight ass?”

“Yes, yes, god yes.” I blubbered, my stomach tightening as I began to feel my new orgasm rearing its head. It took all I had in me to keep it at bay. The pleasure was becoming so much that I was losing myself in it. My head was foggy, no thoughts were present except one, how much I loved this feeling.

A growl of pleasure pulled me from my daze. “Fuck, can feel how tight you’re getting. Gonna cum for me Sweetheart?”

I nodded my head frantically, greedy for the pleasure of my own release.

“Then cum, baby, cum for me.” At his words, his hips quickened and so did his fingers. I was at the mercy of his onslaught and I couldn’t have felt better.

As I began to let go, I could feel the dribble of liquid between my legs before my body was shaking uncontrollably, muscles tightening and then I began to cum. My own release was pushed out in uncontrollable spurts down my thighs, on Eddie’s hand and it pooled around the divots my knees made in the bed.

In my own pleasure, Eddie had also come undone. Spilling his own release into me, pumping me full of himself before pulling out to then push himself under me and lick me clean. He hummed at the taste of both of us dripping from the apex of my thighs.

When he lapped at my clit, my hips bucked away to relieve my aching body from the touch.

My thighs ached and so did my back, from the position that I had held for God knows how long. I whimpered when Eddie removed himself from under me and pulled me on my back once more.

“That was fucking amazing.” He all but purred into my ear.

Snuggling into his hard chest I whispered, “I’m so tired.”

“I know you are, Pretty girl, but I’m still not finished with you. Gonna claim you as my own, hum? How's that sound?”

At this point, I’d let him do anything. Hell, I would do anything he asked of me. I was so far gone and there was no way back to where I had been without him. So I just nodded as my eyes fluttered closed, waiting on what I was to experience next.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #incubus!eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson smut #female reader

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wow-thisismylifeiguess · 10 months

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part 1

hanahaki soapghost part 2

the team is off assignment for a month to give roach time to adjust to being back, being part of a new task force, and getting to know everyone. it’s a blessing and a curse for soap, means he’s not out on assignment while taking care of his little….problem, but it also means having to see his lieutenant and the new sergeant spending almost every second of time together.

gods, soap feels sick, and it’s not even just because of the flowers growing in his lungs.

it had taken nearly fighting gaz to the ground for soap to convince his best friend to not run to either price or ghost with what’s happening. gaz doesn’t leave his side for the next week, and soap can’t say that he’s upset about the whole thing, even if it’s embarrassing to wake the man up in the middle of the night because of a sudden coughing fit. all gaz does is get up and rub soap’s back, telling him he’ll be alright.

eventually, soap has to call to make the appointment. he’ll have to talk to medical, explain what’s going on, fill out forms, and then make up an excuse to price about why he’ll be gone for a bit. can he even make up an excuse? what does he tell the captain? lie about a family emergency?

soap sits alone for the first time in several days in the base’s kitchen. he’d managed to wake up and slip away without disturbing gaz and he drinks from a mug of lukewarm coffee while scrubbing at his eyes. he scrolls on his phone, looking at reviews from a doctor he’s been considering for a bit. all of the reviews are good, talking about how afterwards, people felt /so/ much better no longer being tied down by love for someone who wasn’t worth it.

/fuck/, ghost is worth it. ghost is so absolutely worth it. that’s not the issue. the issue is that soap /isn’t/.

“Oh! Soap! Wasn’t expecting to see you here….”

soap nearly jolts in his seat. he’d been so out of it, he failed to notice footsteps getting closer and when he looks up, he meets roach’s eyes. they’re a bright green even in the shitty lighting of the kitchen and the corners of his eyes are wrinkled as he smiles. the lines are etched so deep, he must smile like that often.

“Ah, couldn’t sleep.” soap says, and he forces a smile on his own lips but the way roach’s expression droops, it must not look super convincing.

“I….hope it’s not my fault.” roach says, and his voice is quiet. soap’s eyes go wide and roach looks away like he hadn’t meant to say that. “That came out wrong. I mean- you- We haven’t gotten a chance to talk, not really. Ghost tells me I’m being stupid, but I’ve gotten it in my head that you don’t…seem to like me…very much.”

oh….

soap blinks at him without saying anything and roach only seems to get more anxious before soap recovers and he’s waving his hands in the air. “No! No, it’s not like that at all!”

this time, roach looks startled, but he relaxes quickly. gives soap a soft smile that has something glittering in soap’s chest.

/what/?

he pushes the feeling away.

“Really? I- Yeah. I know, I was being stupid. But, well. Ghost’s told me a lot about you. So I wanted us to be friends.”

the fact that ghost talks about soap, and in such a positive way that roach actively sought out his company, soap feels ridiculously warm, but it’s quickly followed by a spike of pain. he tries to push it down but it’s so much worse than it’s been before. this is- he can’t-

it’s through sheer willpower that soap doesn’t spit out a whole goddamn fucking bouquet. there’s blood in the back of his throat and it feels like something sharp has ripped it up to bits, but he forces himself to speak through the pain.

“Yeah, of course,” he chokes out. “But we can hang out better once we’ve gotten some sleep, yeah?”

roach seems too happy by the fact that soap doesn’t hate him to notice that anything is wrong.

2/?

tbc

#the end for this is a bit rushed but it’s like….8am and I haven’t slept and for some reason I was determined to finish this /right now/#still debating the endgame ship but!!! have some soaproach crumbs #they’re minuscule rn but they’re there!#soap’s suffering fr #soapghost #ghostsoap #soapghostroach #cod #my post

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punkitt-is-here · 1 year

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Honestly ppl need to learn that discoursing about how a group describes their gender and/or sexuality won't make those labels stop being what fits that group best, it'll just make them feel unwelcome in queer spaces.

Also, 1000% seconding that ask about how blurred lines between gender also means that lines between sexuality can get blurry. I'm a lesbian, but I'm not a woman. I'm butch, and that feels far more representative of my gender than "woman" ever has. If I had to choose a gender label, it would be nonbinary, or maybe transmasc. There are people who think that me being masculine and nonbinary means that I can't be a lesbian, which is untrue. I walk in the footsteps of countless butches before me, and I cherish that connection. I wouldn't WANT to use a different, more specific label than I already do, because lesbian is the word I love. It has room for me, and a history I feel connected to. I would never try to rip it away from someone else. If a bi lesbian wants to call themselves that, then it is fully their right to do so. I can not define them anymore than they can define me. I am not the arbiter of others' identities.

Really encourage everyone bothered by labels like "bi lesbian" to learn about the rich history of lesbianism, and the queer community in general. The lines between sexualities and genders have never truly been as distinct as some people want to think. Relish in the freedom this provides, and remember that your fellow queer people are not the reason cishet people will mistreat you. Do not turn your anger against them. It will only hurt them, and do nothing to help you. We do not fight for only the "respectable" queers, all of us deserve to be respected and free to be ourselves.

Love yourself, love your fellow queer people, and remember that the human experience is complex and difficult to describe with language, so give people grace if their labels seem contradictory or at odds. They know things about themselves that you do not, and that is ok.

Anyways sorry about the rant. I just love being a lesbian and how lesbianism is so rich and varied, it makes me feel so safe.

Also your art is great, Big McIntosh Trans Rights. 🐎🏳️‍🌈

dont have anything to say except thank you for sharing, this was really good to read!!! <3

#my posts #asks #anon #queer discourse

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wayfayrr · 9 months

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Cannibros part two!

@angry-trashcan and I worked together again for part two of this <3 and how Wars is handling everything that's going on, spoilers its not good <3 It's got the same warnings for part one and this time its 2.6k words

The salt did little to ease War’s nerves as he watched on. The scene being branded into his memory with a hot iron. The noises of ripping flesh and bones breaking filling his ears, the smell of blood overwhelming his senses. “What is happening…”

Twilight stood from the body, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Woulda been better if it wasn’t so cold.”

"Twi, I mean this in the kindest way possible. What the fuck was that. That was a person. now they are a pulp"

War’s expression was unmatched in that moment. What was his friend thinking? Could he even call Twilight his friend anymore after everything? No, he can’t be so quick to throw everything away. Even if there wasn’t anything left by then? “... is it always this gruesome?”

“No, we don’t always let Twi at them. Sometimes we take them back to the house.” Sky explained, finally loosing his hold on him.

“To… to our house?”

“What other house, dumbass?” Sage hissed out, turning to leave the alleyway.

“What…what do you do with them there..?” Warrior’s words were weak and stuttery as he followed.

“You can figure that one out.” Warriors took a moment. Can he? What does that mean?

“Do you sell them? Like I mean [name] mentioned ‘organ donors’ are a thing here. Is it just forced organ donoring?”

Sage’s unimpressed side-eye and Sky’s muffled laughter was telling enough that that was a wrong answer, but what would be the right one? Sage likes to cook… and he - oh, oh, OH.

“...”

“Is it the reason why… oh goddesses… is it the reason why you were so on edge when [name] found the ‘beef’..?”

Sage didn’t look over at him, “Yeah, ‘beef’ was a strong word for that.”

Warriors looked like he was going to puke, all color leaving his face at the realization. “Oh, how… how long..”

“Long enough. You’ve had it enough, seem to like it too. Always eat every last bit.”

His knees got weaker with every word, car nearly in sight thank the golden three. “Why.. why do you..?”

“Why do you think?” Twilight cut him off. “It’s easier to hide like this.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, farm boy.”

“Watch it.”

“Well even if the rancher won’t tell you the reason he likes it so much, he is right that it’s easier to hide.”

Sky’s more upbeat tone is the most unsettling thing about this, Sage seems fitting for the lack of a better word, Twilight has the wolf so it’s not out of character, but Sky? He feels so wrong.

“We don’t need to waste any energy finding somewhere to hide the corpse! So why try anything worse, this isn’t Hyrule where we could dump bodies without a thought…”

How is he getting cheerier?? “I still don’t get why Twilight just eats them right then and there its… disturbing.”

“I don’t like waitin’.” He shrugged. “And when they find the body it looks like a wolf attack, or so the news reports say. They been thinkin’ theres a wolf on the loose in the city. Got outta the zoo or somethin’.”

The car doors opened and they took their previous seats. Sage took back Twi’s seasonings, giving him a look once more for only using the salt before closing the glove box. A silence fell as Sky started the engine and pulled onto the road.

“So… if I can ask one more question…”

“You’re running out of questions.” Sage shot back.

“Sorry, but. Why was Twilight trying to kiss Sky earlier exactly…?”

The sudden jolt of Sky slamming the breaks and pulling to the side of the road shocked everyone within the car, the knight’s patience clearly having been pushed far past breaking point by that final question.

“I DON’T KNOW. I DON’T KNOW ALRIGHT? I DON’T KNOW WHY HE TRIED TO KISS ME. AND I DON'T LIKE THAT HE DID TRY. I WANT ANSWERS. WE AREN’T MOVING TILL I KNOW.”

The silence seemed to only irritate him further, with how the two that have to know something about the incident staying mute and looking to there sides to avoid answering him. Assuming that Sky won’t hold onto his promise, and assuming wrong.

“JUST. TELL. ME.”

“Do I actually getta explain myself this time?” Twilight mumbled, still looking out the window.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Sage hissed, not looking back to him.

“You wouldn’t let me talk earlier, can I now?”

“What else is there to say, Twi?! You were trying to kiss him!”

“I was tryin’ to-”

“TO KISS HIM!” Sage turned back to him, his face red.

“I WASN’T TRYIN’ TO KISS HIM!”

“CAN SOMEONE JUST ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION?!” Sky yelled out, hushing the argument.

“I was tryin’ to fuckin’ smell your breath for alcohol! Fuck!” Twilight sat back in a huff, crossing his arms.

Sage squinted his eyes, “Convent.”

“Why would I fuckin’ kiss him?! I have someone to kiss!”

“SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.”

Again the knight’s outburst silenced the car, the impact of his first-ever swear slamming into them. After a brief moment, Sage started to laugh while Twilight had a far stare and a red face. The weight of what he just said seemed to embarrass him slightly as his face also reddened and he stuttered his next sentence.

“...please, Twilight, please just explain.”

“It’s like a sniffer dog… the wolf…”

Sky’s face morphed into one of despair as he thought over the implications of that, wanting nothing more than to leave the conversation now.

“... like a sniffer dog???”

“Yeah… like a sniffer dog. How they can sniff out drugs and alcohol on people. And find missin’ folks. I was tryin’ to see if there was alcohol on ya breath.”

Sky looked to him through the mirror, “...And was there?”

Twilight met his gaze, “No, no there wasn’t any.”

Sage laughed even louder this time. “You- you were drunk off of nothing?!”

Sky’s face turned a darked red as he put the car in drive. “Lets go home.” He mumbled a few things under his breath as he pulled onto the road.

“So you can get drunk on rootbeer again?”

“I thought it was alcoholic!”

“So clearly even thinking of alcohol can get you drunk, nice to know…”

“SAGE!”

Sky’s mild embarrassment was now full on mortification as the weight of this settled in, is he really that much of a lightweight? To get placebo drunk? Sage’s laughter didn’t make it any easier to cope with it, less with the promise of it happening again.

“... how are you all so upbeat..?”

Twilight looked over to him, “Whatcha mean by that?”

“...you” He pointed to Sky, “Just killed a man. And you,” he pointed to Twilight, “Just ate a man.” He shuddered a bit before pointing to Sage. “And you… you orchestrated it all.”

Sage looked back at him through a mirror, “And?”

“And?”

“And we did it to take care of a threat. Why would we not be happy that a threat is now dealt with?”

“...He was just a coffee shop worker…”

“He was a threat.”

“Did [name] even know what he was called?”

“... doesn’t matter. He was a threat.”

“You killed a, what, young adult you thought was a threat, when he wasn’t.”

War’s had to take a moment for that to settle within his mind, for it to really sink in. with sage judging him the whole time, waiting and watching for him to slip up or make a fatal mistake.

“Did you even know his name? If he had a family, A LIFE??”

“Even if he did, he doesn’t anymore. It’s already done.”

“Are you saying his life didn’t matter?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Warriors sat back in shock at that. “So whos lives do matter to you? Does any life matter to you? Or could anyone be your next meal?”

Sage turned around in his seat, eyes boring into him. “My family matters. Don’t you fucking forget that soldier. And if anything happens to them. You’re next.”

Warriors swallowed, looking back out the window as they pulled into the garage.

“I wouldn’t dare to hurt any of them. Before you arrived they were MY family anyway.”

“... what was that captain? That sounded like the last wishes of a delusional bastard.”

“I… I didn’t say a thing.”

“Good.”

His fear seemed to thicken the air they - or maybe just he - were breathing, leaving him gasping and desperate to get out of the car. But like before they all had to get out in order, leaving him to last, too scared of them to try anything that could set them - set Sage on him.

“Don’t you dare tell [name] of this. Got it?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

Sage smirked at this, “Good. Let’s be going then.” He opened his car door, finally, stepping out.

Walking back up to the house was full of laughter between the three other men, the outlier quietly trailing behind. Even as Sage opened the door to the house and announced their arrival, Warriors stayed quiet, opting to go to his room as quickly as possible. Sage took note of this out of the corner of his eye, lips upturning as Wind ran into his arms.

“You won’t believe it! Twilight over here was trying to accuse you of stealing beer! Like you would ever drink that!”

Wind laughed, “Pssh, that shit’s nasty! I need some of your whiskey, old man!”

Twilight ruffled his hair, “Ya Ma’s gonna have a fit over that one!”

“Mum knows I drink twiiiii… they’re better about it than you are!”

While the small family was having a moment there was someone who watched the captains actions and knowing the basics of what they get up to decided to go and check. Granted getting him to open his door seemed to be a harder challenge than any dungeon before this. The soft sounds of whimpered crying escaping every so often, eventually getting fed up of the lack of response the door was broken into by the veteran.

“Wars. Wars you need to tell me what you’ve seen. You have proof.”

He shook his head, another sob coming from his lips as he buried his head into the pillow even deeper.

“Come on, Wars. This is important. You know something.”

Wars opened his mouth, beginning to speak, only for another cry to fall out. “I-”

Legend grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up off the bed and looking at his tear streaked face, “Wars, come on. Talk to me.”

His words couldn’t come as he tried, only more sobs meeting his broken words. “I-I’m sor-rry.”

Legend dropped his hold on his shoulders, looking down at him. “Please. Tell me what you saw.”

“I- I- ca- can’t.” Another shake ripped through his body, making him fall into himself.

The veteran’s eyes fell to the ground, “It’s okay. I’ll find another way.”

As he left the room and started to head to his own the veteran was met by Sky standing in the hallway, his figure looking more imposing than ever with the new knowledge that he had to have done something to warriors.

“You shouldn’t go digging through fresh wounds like that, you could find yourself in a bloody mess.”

“I’m not the one with blood on my hands.”

“And I’m not the one who has to prove that baseless claim.”

“You have nothing on me legend, or on any of us. You need to accept that.”

It took a moment to shake off the threat? No that doesn’t sound right - the warning sky gave him before he fled back the perceived safety of his own bedroom.

Legend took a breath, closing the door behind him. There had to be something he could find. He reached under his bed, pulling out a tattered old box. He looked back to the door before opening it slowly. He dug through it for a moment, searching for anything he could use on them.

His hands fell onto the cool of the glass, his eyes widened, pulling out the mirror. He looked into it, only seeing himself staring back. He sighed, theres no magic here. He pushed it back in, continuing to dig through the box. A shuffling noise and and a groan from behind him had him closing the box as fast as possible.

“What are you doing?” Hyrule’s sleepy tone carried to him.

“Nothing, go back to sleep, Rulie.”

“Are you looking through that box again?” He sighed.

A short tired glace from legend put a stop to the questions for a second, seeing in Rulie’s eyes that while it isn’t the end of it, he’ll get a short respite.

“You seem more bothered now than anything recently, I’d say you need the sleep more than me.”

“Rulie. Please don’t say that, I’m not the one who lost nearly every part of myself. Just rest please.”

His regret was instant after that, Rulie’s pale skin seeming to lose even more of it’s hue and his sickened look only getting worse.

“I didn’t need reminding.”

“No - No I - Look you know I didn’t mean it that way, I - Sorry. It’s just - I’m worried about you.”

Tense barely describe the air between them, while legend’s words acted like how perhaps only a week ago iron would’ve on Hyrules own skin.

“You don’t need to be worried for me…” Rulie spoke, attempting to break the tension. “I’m holding up just fine. I’ve been through much worse.”

“No.. No you haven’t.” Legend’s words were quiet. “But I’m sure with time you’ll adjust. It just may take time…” Time we may not have.

“{Name}’s world has been hard on me, I know. But Sage is taking care of things. I trust that everything will be fine.” Legend grimaced to himself, pushing the box back into it’s place under the bed.

“Hopefully you’ll have a good day soon and we can go out. It’ll be good to get out of the house.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Hopefully it’ll come sooner rather than later… maybe I could ask sage to …. No I can’t waste it…”

“Rulie..? Ask Sage to what?”

“Hmm? I didn’t say anything, maybe you’re so stressed that you’re hearing things.”

“No - I - I’m not…”

“Either way you should rest.”

Does Rulie know more than he’s letting on? But he’s my successor, he wouldn’t do anything like this would he? Would it even count for him? Legends questions were starting to get to the point where he had to agree with Hyrule, he has no reason to be suspicious of him. Rulie wouldn’t do that.

“Yeah - yeah maybe you’re right. Maybe I should rest.”

Sky shook his head to the closed bedroom door, turning back down the hallway. That fool needs to mind his own, before he gets himself hurt. He walked past Time’s door, giving it a once over before returning to the living room. Sage was on the couch with the kids, laughing away about something one of them said, Twilight in the kitchen pouring himself another drink.

“No, you can’t have any.” Twilight says, downing whatever was in his glass.

Sky laughed, “Trust me, I don’t want any. May try to kiss me again.” He nudged the other man before opening the fridge and reaching for a rootbeer. “I’ll try not to get drunk off of this one.”

“If you don’t let go of my fuckin’ hair I’m gonna tell mom that you’re the one who broke the hair dryer!” Wind cried out from the other room.

“You lying little shit! It was you!” Wild argued back. Sage laughed, knowing damn well he was the last to use it.

#my beloved wife <3 #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #househusband sage #moss✦writes

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