#my neck wont stop aching help

[p-dot-h]

zexal II was surprisingly fun to draw!! they are the cutest

#zexal #my neck wont stop aching help #zexal II

[vqnillasturns]

face riding (curvy/plus reader).

chris sturniolo

summary- the thought of face riding drives chris insane so he finally decided to act up on it.

warnings - sexual content, oral (female receiving) , switch chris , face riding, begging chris.

f!reader x chris sturniolo

a/n - give me suggestions please 🙏 also for my thick girlys out there

….

chris got straight to the point when i went to his he told me these words

“i want you to ride my face till i cant breath baby”

obviously im aching to do things like that but im a big girl with thick thighs and chub and no offence to chris but hes tiny compared to me i will crush his face

so here i am, chris watching me begging for an answer

“i dont know chris“ i state

“come on baby i know what you’re thinking but i dont care you’re a big girl so what, ive copped me a baddie and if any opportunity comes up for her to sit on me or my face im taking em” he says truthfully

“chris ill literally kill you” i laugh at his eagerness

“like i fucking care , god, crush my face in your thighs if thats what it takes for you to ride my face gorgeous “

“ok” i say nodding

“i swear you wont hur- wait yes?” he reply’s excited

“mhm yes chris”

“god ma imma make you feel so good” he says squeezing my thigh

i get up and chris slaps my ass

“your ass is so fat and juicy ma i love it” he says

i feel like my legs are gonna snap beneath me when he calls me ma

“you like that huh”

“w-what”

“you like being called ma you dirty slut” he laughs

he lays on the bed and immediately calls me over to sit on him

“before we do this i want to let you know if its too much we can stop” he smiles leaning for a kiss

before i know it im slowly getting glided to chris’s face

“lets take these off shall we” he says before ripping my panties off and throwing them

“you’re soaking ma” he says

“cant wait to taste you”

i let out a breathy moan

“sit on me now” he says demandingly

and i do as he says but not putting my full weight on him, i feel him start to kiss my pussy and lick strips down from my hole upwards, i let out a loud moan

he then does what i feared the most, puts all my weight on him i want to stop in fear of hurting him but i cant it feels too good

he grips my thighs tightly as he helps me move on his face basically face fucking him

“f-f- FUCK MHM CHRIS” i moan my orgasm getting closer

i feel his nose brush against me with every movement, his tongue going in and out of my now sensitive hole

“CHRIS IM GONNA FUCKK CUM” i cry

i feel chris move faster as he lets me ride out my high slowly our movements stop and i sit on his chest

“wanna taste yourself ma ?” he questions

i nodd and we make out before he says

“we need to do that again baby that was so fucking hot” he smirks

“i think i ran our of breath for a sec but i was to caught up eating you like slut i didnt notice” he says still out of breath

i laugh and lay my head on his neck

#Spotify #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you

[iwaasfairy]

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

bachira nii who is just the best and sweetest big bro!!! he's always so attentive and so clingy to you! there's not a single moment that you go without having him touch your tits or kiss/lick your neck, he might even just feel up your pussy to make sure you're wet!!

he loves his lil sis so much, he cant help but fuck you as if you're his personal fleshlight. expect him to breed u like a bunny and dont stop until you're overflowing with cum ♡♡♡ oh and dont worry about holding back your moans! he loves to hear them and he loves when you cry out his name! mommy yuu wont mind that her two children r keeping it in the family :)

i heARD AND I RAN okay i spent the wHOLE DAY thinking about this yesterday hhhhgftdsguyfdisgi

tw incest, dubcon, codependency

He likes the shape of your mouth. He likes it so much. Enjoys kissing it, watching it, puffy lips and raw, likes hearing the little sounds that come from you when he claims that mouth. He even likes the way you say his name, his name that’s been called a thousand different times in a thousand different ways. But you say it differently still, cherish it on the tip of your tongue as he pulls your face closer in the evening glow and stares. “Meguru nii,” you say it all pouty and knowing, chest puffed with it. You say it like you know what comes next— and it only feeds the thirst that trickles down his muscles and aching heart.

When he doesn’t answer it, and he doesn’t, can’t, you grow restless and fidgety, and he gets to hear his name in a wholly different way, one reserved for only you. It pushes your lips to the brim with how cute and pouty they can be, without being kissed to shreds by him. “Ru nii~” you beg.

And he answers it by pushing you down onto his bed and pulling the covers a little further over you, until the world is almost completely shut out from the both of you. He lies down on top of you this way, caging your body under him— how he likes it. How the monster says it’s meant to be. And the heat that plays over your cheeks is nothing but further encouragement, because you look so damn pretty when the lowest light catches the glittering of your teary eyes.

“I’m supposed to be in bed. I’ve got an early cl-mhm!”

He kisses you square on the mouth, or teeth, no matter, because when his hands slide along your sides and start fondling your soft tits, tugging at sweet, puffy nipples— it’s all too easy to get you to play along. “I just wanna play with my little sister a little,” he breathes into your mouth, and you hum. You always hum so softly, like his word is truth, or gospel. “Just a little bit more, m’kay? Then you can go to bed.” The assurance calls for another drag of his name, that filthy mockery of the word ‘niichan’ that you have long mastered. It draws all the blood from his conscious thought to his hard cock as he grinds it against your pussy.

Picking at the bow of your panties, at your tits through your shirt- you curl under him and under his tongue, his hands, his twitching, leaking cock and balls like his own personal little toy. No, play-date. You always used to be his play-date growing up, and though the word has taken on -slightly more insidious- interpretations, it still fits you so well. Peeling your panties halfway down your legs to push the head of his cock into that dripping little slit is all too easy when you’re going “Ru nii, Meguru nii~” over and over so obliviously, unapologetically needy.

“You love your big brother?” He asks, and you nod, and it sends a spike of heat through his heart and makes him bottom out inside his own little sister with a groan. “I definitely love you. The most, love you- t-the most.” The covers won’t drown out the way you’re whining as he uses all his weight to fuck deep into you, your knees pressed to your ears and your tongue wrapped around his fingers. It doesn’t shield the squeaking of the bed and the rhythmic ‘pap, pap, pap’ of his balls hitting your ass each time he bottoms out. It doesn’t even cover the way he breathes your name back like he should, like he knows will get you there again and again.

But it’s not a lie when he leans down for a few seconds to pull your mouth back to his, tangle wet tongues and take what he needs from that pretty mouth of yours, and says, “You’re fine, just cum. Just cum on niichan's cock, you'll feel good. It’s okay. Mom wants her two babies to get along.”

#tw.incest #bachira meguru #bachira smut #bllk smut #bachira x reader #blue lock smut #bllk.txt #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.bachira

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Kara Prince AU Pt 9

Guilt washes over Kara. All it had taken was a few careless words at a party to bring Lena's greatest enemy to her door. Nevermind that this Lex was different from the one who had haunted Lena in those other realities-- he had found her, because of Kara.

When they return to the cottage that night, Kara explains who Lex is, who he might become, and why he had set his sights on Lena. She tells Lena about the other reality in which she had seen a version of their lives, one that had prompted Kara to seek Lena out in Metropolis, thereby opening the door to let Lex into Lena's life.

Lena listens, and takes it all in stride. Where Kara expects blame, she receives only quiet acceptance. Instead of outrage, Lena takes her hand in gratitude.

"Thank you for telling me," she says softly. "But I have a feeling he would have found me eventually, whether you had spoken to him or not."

"Come back with me to Paris," Kara urges, gripping Lena's hand tightly. "He knows where you are, he might--"

"He will not chase me from my home."

There's steel in Lena's voice, brooking no argument. Kara bows her head, only to lift it again when Lena's hand cups her cheek.

"With you here, I have nothing to fear."

But before long, Diana sends word from Clark that trouble is brewing in America, and a warning that their help may be needed in due time. Barely a week later, a string of attacks in Metropolis has Kara's cousin calling for aid.

Despite her misgivings towards her cousin, Kara can't bring herself to refuse the call. Diana raised her too well to ignore the peril of so many.

Before Kara leaves, however, Lena presses a small crystal into her palm. It's tethered to a narrow leather lanyard-- simple and rudimentary, but precious in that it was given by Lena.

"Wear this," Lena urges. "For protection."

Kara loops it around her neck right then and there. With one last kiss, Kara lifts into the air and soars away, feeling as though she's left her heart behind.

Once in Metropolis, it doesn't take long for them to discover that the perpetrator of the attacks is none other than Lex Luthor himself. At first, they believe it will be a simple thing to take down a single human, but Lex proves resourceful. His allies spread all three of them across the city, and when it comes time for Clark and Kara to choose whether to stay on Lex's tail, or dismantle the bombs he'd placed throughout the city, Kara insists on being the one to track him down.

With the Lexosuit, Lex is a match for Clark-- but he is not a match for Kara. She is stronger, faster than her cousin, with an edge he could never hone himself into.

She is going to stop Lex, and protect Lena in the process.

The task is easier said than done, however. Lex's suit is stronger than she remembers from the other reality, more agile in the air. His lasers too pack more of a punch, and send her tumbling through the air until she's left breathless and acheing.

She takes a moment to gather herself on the roof of LexCorp, propping herself on one knee as Lex hovers in front of her. Gloating, as is his wont.

"Does my bastard sister know what you are?" he asks. "I wonder what she'll say, when she realizes she's been loving a monster--"

All of a sudden, the crystal flashes white hot around Kara's neck. In the next moment, an explosion collides with Lex's chest, sending him tumbling backwards in the air. He lands heavily on the roof, giving Kara the opportunity to look to where Lena stands beside her, another fireball already charging between her hands.

"Lena! How did you--?"

"The charm. Point to point teleportation spell." Lena shoots her a wry smile. "Looked like you could use some help on the news."

Kara grins back. "I love you."

Lex laboriously clambers to his feet, the movement made cumbersome by his smoking exosuit. He glares at them.

"Lena-- sister. Fancy seeing you here."

"Likewise," Lena retorts.

Lex's eyes lock on the magical fire between Lena's palms, and glint with interest.

"It seems you might have something special after all," he delivers. He stands, booted feet clanking against the roof. "Join me, Lena. We are blood, after all. Together we can--"

A second fireball collides with his chest, and the suit's faceplate clangs shut just in time to avoid a faceful of fire.

"Your blood means nothing to me," Lena declares, her voice strong and sure.

Lex scowls menacingly. "Then you'll die with the rest."

With that, his faceplate snaps shut and he shoots off into the air. Before Kara takes off after him, she looks at Lena to check in. Lena nods.

"Keep him busy."

Kara obeys, chasing Lex around the city, landing whatever blows she can. As she does, the wind picks up around her, quickly gathering into a fury. She struggles to stay on course, and sees Lex do the same as Lena builds up a veritable hurricane. Soon a driving rain pelts Kara's skin, stinging her as she flies across the city.

Clouds gather overhead, dark and menacing. As thunder begins roll, Kara understands what Lena is about to do. In an instant she changes tack-- instead of chasing Lex, she begins to herd him back towards Lena as the pressure around them builds.

When LexCorp comes back into view, Kara delivers a mighty kick that sends Lex careening towards his own building. Just as he rights himself before impact, Kara sees Lena lift her hand and bring it down in a fist. As she does, an arc of lightning flashes down with a deafening crack as it connects with the helm of the Lexosuit.

Almost as soon as the first bolt dissipates, another strikes Lex again, and again and again. The blinding light sears across Kara's retinas, forcing her to close her eyes until the brilliance fades and she hears the Lexosuits thrusters sputter and fail.

She opens her eyes to see Lex drop like so much stone. She catches him suit and all, the still smoking hull hot in her hands. When she deposits him on the roof, Kara reaches down to wrench the faceplate off.

One look at Lex's features confirms what Kara already suspects: dead.

She looks up at Lena, who comes to stare down of the corpse who was briefly her unwanted brother. Features solemn, Lena swallows thickly, but remorse is absent from her eyes.

"He can't hurt anyone else."

It's all Lena says.

When Clark learns of Lex's death, he looks at Lena with suspicion and trepidation. Lena remains indifferent to it, but Kara stays close, a buffer against her cousin's heavy judgement. He may not kill, but Kara knows that Lena has done what was necessary to ensure no one else would fall victim to Lex's schemes. Diana, too, understands, and does nothing more than place a hand on Lena's shoulder.

"You should not be here when the authorities arrive," Diana warns gently.

Lena nods, turning to Kara. "Take me home?"

Only then does Clark speak. "I'm afraid we have some questions for you, Miss....."

"None of your business," Lena returns smoothly.

Clark bristles. "But--"

"I am not beholden to you or whatever organizations you work with, Superman," Lena continues. "I prefer to keep it that way."

"You can't just--"

"Leave it, Kal," Kara bites out.

Shocked by her growl, Clark takes a step back, visiblt deflating. The tension in Kara's shoulders only ease when Lena takes her hand. Kara gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Let's go."

#supercorp #kara prince au #the climax #a bit of a longer snippet #but still good #hope you like it #lemme know!

[mypoisonedvine]

jd. my beloved. light of my life. i am feral anf humbly holding out my hands like oliver twist going "may i have more please sir" for alpha!eddie going into rut 🥺

I don't have the energy for a fic about it but I have SO MANY headcanons/ideas about alpha!eddie in rut

(warnings: overstimulation, oral m receiving, rough sex, breeding, consensual somnophilia)

the whimpers, the whines, oh god, he sounds so pathetic and weak at first until he gets his hands on you and then it's all growls and groans

jerking off until his cock is sore but he can't stop he needs to come again, he needs to make the pain go away and it's just not working he needs you

his poor cock is so hard the tip is turning purple; it's leaking so much precum and his balls are swollen and sensitive

he can smell you from a mile away, he's shivering in a cold sweat on the couch when you find him, he's begging you to touch him

and when he finally does get his hands on you? he's relentless

he fucks you over and over and fills you with so much come, and he keeps apologizing because he knows he should be more gentle with you, his precious little omega, his mate, but it's impossible to slow down now

when your hole is too sore you try to help him with your mouth, and he moans so loud when you lick those swollen balls or suckle on his sore aching cockhead

but in a few seconds he can't stop himself from fucking your throat, watching you drool all over him, grunting about how good your hot, wet mouth feels on him

but he knows he wont be able to stop if you start choking too much so he begs you to let him fuck your pussy again instead, he can smell you getting wet again and he just needs a little more.

you tell him that while he's in rut, he can use you however he needs, and he takes that to heart

you wake up in the middle of the night to him begging to touch you again, but he's already on top of you and wrapping his arms around you, putting his legs between yours to spread them

he holds you so close and so tight as he fucks you deep, sighing by your ear and biting your neck, mumbling wanna see my marks on you tomorrow, sweetheart

he gives you three more loads that night and passes out for a few hours before it starts all over again

he doesn't say a whole lot, he's mostly just moaning and panting, but when he does talk he has a lot to say...

you feel so good, so good-- need to feel you, I need more, I need to fuck you again

you're gonna let me breed you, right, omega? I just need to know you're gonna be mine forever.

you're taking me so well, sweetheart, I know it hurts, I know you're sore but you're taking it so well, being so good for your alpha...

#alpha!eddie munson x reader #alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader #eddie munson a/b/o smut

[river13245]

The Last time (Tony Stark x Reader)

Angst, no happy ending

Warning: Alcohol and Tony being an ass kinda

This was not part of the plan, nor the agenda for the night. You hadnt planned on going out and getting drunk. However when Thor and Natasha both came up to you telling you that you should go with them to the bar, you couldn't just say no.

What you didn't expect was Natasha to participate in a drinking game with Thor. The both of them had a much higher tolerance than you, since Natasha drinks more than you do. Then with Thor being an actual god his tolerance is so high that you think he will drink up the whole supply. But when they started asking you to join the game and taunting who were you to say no. If you were anything...its competitive.

Thor and Natasha both had a higher tolerance than you since you didn't drink much. It also doesn't help that Thor was a literal god and Natasha drank at every party Tony threw..which was quite often.

So after an hour or two you were drunk while they were only tipsy.

Even in your drunk state you knew this was a bad idea but before you could stop what you were doing you had knocked on Tony's front door. Tony and you had an off and on relationship. The problem was he couldn't ever just commit to you.

Before you could turn to leave, the door opened and their stood tony wiping off his hands with a wrag and wearing his sweatpants and a tank top. He then looks at you "y/n"

"Tony" you said softly, Your eyes were red and wer leaning against the doorframe. "are you drunk" he asks and you shake your head but instantly regret it

He sighs "I thought we both said that we wouldnt see each other anymore." You steady yourself against the door and cross your arms glaring at him. "Yes I know that you said that..i just..I know this is a bad idea but can you please just hold me for a minute."

He nods and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close to him. Your face rests against his neck and arms wrap around his torso. This is all you have ever wanted, all you have ever wanted was him.

You were getting lost into the moment that when he pulled away you had to force yourself not to frown. He pulls his phone out "im calling you a cab so you get home safe" you nod

Once you got home you climbed into bed and thought about all the times you would go back to each other. You always knew it would end the same way but it was like routine. It wasn't ideal but you get used to it after a while

-----

A month or so goes by and you had promised yourself you wouldn't go back to Tony. You had been able to keep things professional between the both of you. Everything seemed to be going fine until one night you heard a knock on your door.

You were in your pajamas watching a Disney movie when you heard the knock. The only people who ever came to your place was Natasha or Thor so when you opened the door you didn't expect to see Tony.

Especially the state he was in. Tony looked as if he had been crying, his hair was a mess and you could smell the alcohol he had been drinking. "Tony" you said in a soft voice not wanting to speak to loudly.

He placed his hands on your upper arms and looks at you "y/n I am so sorry for the way our relationship is. You mean the world to me and I don't know why I cant change for you. But I want to, I really do."

As he speaks you smell the alcohol and you know this isn't really him talking. This is how it always goes, you let him into your heart over and over again just to watch him go again. It never gets easier. He never sees the way you ache for him to love you for longer than a few days before he leaves again.

Placing my hands on the sides of your face I kiss your cheek and I repeat the words I always tell him. "its always been you Tony, I wish you would see that"

He looks at me and nods but I say something else. Something new that I haven't said before. "this is the last time I let you through my door" He kisses my lips before pulling away "this is the last time, I wont hurt you anymore."

You knew how this was going to end. But you figured why not one more time. A little love now is better than none at all right?

-----

How wrong you were, you had told yourself you wouldn't let it hurt you. Not anymore but when you woke one morning to find Tony packing his bag and grabbing his keys it still hurt just like all those times before. "Tony"

He freezes before turning to look at you. "y/n". Looking at him as tears fill your eyes you nod "There's someone else isn't there?" Tony refuses to look at you for a moment and that's all the confirmation you needed.

"I'm tired of asking to be the one you want. When time and time again you leave and break my heart in a blink of an eye" The hurt in your voice is very noticeable and he walks closer to you and says "I wont hurt you anymore" before placing a kiss to your cheek and walks out of the house. Leaving you behind for the last time.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x gn reader #tony stark x male reader #the last time taylor swift #river13245 #tony stark fanfiction #the avengers fanfic #angst #angst with no comfort #angst with no happy ending

[jellyfosh]

Chosen is built like a brick shithouse and honestly ur correct for drawing your interpretation of em like that. More ppl should draw the sticks looking like they could crack skulls between their biceps tbh it adds character

Truuueee and honestly

I wanted to give The Redemption Squad more character. Since I put the ask redemption squad, theres very little about them, which I’ll try to focus on as well, each of them will have their own lore. Starting by my interpretation of their figures. This also follows up with that one ask of why Chosen is so big and bit funny looking. I haven’t grown buff guys in a while.

Chosen - Yes, he is big. A freaking walking Bulldozer. He’s most likely an OP TANK. I gave him a prison/Miguel O’Hara/Captain America bod. A powerful beast but a gentle soul (sometimes) He already gone past his hatred to Alan and tries to live peacefully and redeeming himself along with three others. This doesn’t mean he’ll stop using his powers and fight when a cause happens and CG needing him. He mentors Second with his powers once a week. His preferable weapons are his fists and powers. Even though MT and Dark made him gauntlets so he wont feel left out.

Navy - has a veteran/gladiator figure. His body is a bit similar to Chosen but smaller. Lost his arm in one battle (after he left Pink and Purple) so he uses a prosthetic that makes it look like he didn’t lose a limb in the first place. If noticed by few text from previous posts, he mentioned he was in a clan, and that he also has powers. Not powerful like the Hollowheads, but enough to help him in battle. He has gotten over of trying to force Purple to be strong, but he have not talked to Purple as he feels he’s not ready to face his son yet. His choice of weapon is a Great Sword. And the name NAVY is his alias he goes by, His real name is Royal Blue.

Mango Tango/King/MT - I see him having a tall but bit skinny figure. He’s not buff like Navy and Chosen, but he is exceptionally strong. He’s already intimidating by his height alone. He still feels guilty of what he done to the CG and to Purple despite them saying they forgiven him. He just feels the need to redeem himself, he and purple are in better terms and now have a father - son relationship. Purple calls him Baba and Mango spends time with Purple once a week. Sometimes when talking, Mango will kneel down by one knee to hear better and he feels guilty since the person he’s talking too aches their necks (He does it to Dark and Red sometimes). His choice of weapon is the Minecraft staff, Dark had it made for him through his blueprints and altered two Minecraft blocks by coding. He’s somewhat the Mage/Jack of all trades of the group.

Dark - his body reverted back to how he was created by Alan at the beginning. Smallest of the group but tallest to Purple and CG. He doesn’t remember the Showdown and the progression to the point of the Virus (Like Amnesia). He’s most open and got along to Mango and Navy very quickly. Although to Second and CG not very much. Despite his amnesia, Dark still has his love of bugs and coding, which explains he got close to Mango faster since they shared interests. His powers a now a mix so its new change for him as it does not make the same outcome when he had his powers. His choice of weapon are Vira blades/Kusarigama, he recreated his bracelets (muscle memory) but did not include the Delete Code property. As I said, the powers he has are new.

#redemption squad #avm #avm navy #avm royal blue #avm mt #ava chosen one #ava dark lord #animator vs minecraft #animator vs animation #avm king orange #avm king mango #ava the dark lord #ava the chosen one #ava tdl #ava tco

[dinoace2]

Lives Changed

One of the part twos to this

Tw knife, blood, vampire

500 words, post-game so idk if it counts as spoiler

~~~~~~

"Make your choice, Ancunin!"

The Ascendant was quiet for a long moment, then he smiled, his tone light and friendly. "My dear, if you had problems with anything, why didn't you say so? I've told you before...if you need anything, simply ask for it, and it shall be yours. I havent heard you voice any such concerns before. If you were unhappy, you could have mentioned it..."

She scowled. "Shame on me to have thought I would hear honesty from your mouth ever again. My request to be changed was one of the few that I would repeat. And all the times I asked, your response was always 'all in due time, my love.' Well." She adjusted her grip on the knife. "That time is long overdue."

Astarion was still for a long moment, weighing his options.

Eventually, he sighed. "I see how it is, pet. Lower the knife and drink your fill."

He paused, and his tone changed...he almost sounded...like himself again, after so long. "...darling...please, do not misunderstand. I love you dearly. I always have, and I fear I always will. I won't force you to leave after this, but if that is truly what you want...I will not stop you."

She took a deep breath, and, not once moving the knife, leaned down and sunk her teeth into his flesh. He flinched, wincing as he felt the blood drain from his neck, and he felt...oddly lightheaded.

She licked her lips, then cleaned the fresh wound on his neck, feeling a new power course through her body. She was stronger....more alert...

Better.

She stood up, continuing to hold the knife out toward the man she once loved. "...i...appreciate your offer, truly. But...i...I don't know if I can trust you anymore. Not now." She sighed. "...perhaps one day. Eternity is a long time, after all." She walked backwards until she reached the door.

She opened it and began to step out, but paused with one foot through the door. "Astarion...." she whispered. "...thank you."

"This was a gift, you know. I wont forget it."

~~~~~

Once she left the Ancunin manor, her legs buckled. She fell to her knees outside, choking on wracked sobs and shaking breath. She almost felt like she could have vomited up the blood she just drank. Did she really do that? Had she truly defied her vampiric master...and gotten away with it? It just didn't seem possible...but...finally, at long last...she was free.

~~~~~

(Epilogue)

After many days spent traveling by moonlight, cowering under tarp and rooftop alike by day, and fighting the aching hunger in the depths of her stomach, the infant vampire finally arrived at her intended destination.

A land that, nearly a century prior, had been under siege of a deadly, dark curse. Nearly a century before, the curse was lifted by the vampiress and her friends.

Nowadays there stood a thriving village, occupied by teifling families that Halsin once helped and guided.

The old Druid opened his door, looking down at the creature knelt at his feet. He smiled, creases forming at the corner of his eyes. "Ah, Lady Ancunin...it is nice to see you. It's been a long time, old friend. What brings you here?"

"You...were the first person i thought of when i was trying to figure out where to go."

He paused, his smile fading slightly. "...Where is Astarion?"

She let out a shaky sigh. "...its...a long story...and im terribly sorry for showing up unannounced...but...may I come in?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading! :]

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate tav #bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 fic #bg3 tav #story

[linahopeeeee]

Housewarming

Masterlist

Summary: you and Taehyung just bought a house together and he makes good on his promise to fuck you in every room.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Words: 1300

Notes: hi again, maybe again, i’m not really sure if you read my other stories but if you havent then you should. if you have thank you :). also you should like and comment if you enjoyed, and you should follow me cause im kinda cool and i love you 😘😘

 “thank you all for coming” you say for the 10th time tonight, you and your fiancé Taehyung just bought your first house together and invited a few of your friends over for dinner. The last few people are leaving and although it was a nice night, you are absolutely exhausted, from the move and then preparing everything for tonight, all you want to di it take a nice hot shower and fall face first into bed.

 Buttt.. apparently, Taehyung has other plans for your night

 After the last guest leaves, Taehyung pulls you in for a nice warm hug, long arms wrapping around your shoulders as you lean your body into his, wrapping your arms around his waist.

 The two of you just stand there for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company.

 “what are you doing?” you ask when you feel his hands slip down and grope your ass, he just shrugs placing a soft slap onto your ass. You roll your eyes, turning to walk towards the bathroom to get ready for your shower, you feel him behind you, and you stop and look at him. “where do you think your going?” you ask

 “I’m coming with you”

 “uh no your not, I’m going to take a shower and if you join me in the shower than your going to try to have sex and I’m not in the mood tonight” you say placing your hands on his chest, and gently pushing him back in the direction of the living room

 “I promise I wont try to have sex with you, we’ll just shower together to you know save water and help the planet” he says smiling and you exhale deeply, knowing that he’s probably lying, but too tired to care

 “fine, but the second you try something, I’m kicking you out”

 You both head into the bathroom, stripping out of your clothes and stepping into the hot stream of water, feeling your muscles begin to relax the second your under.

 Taehyung enters a few seconds later and you move to the back to let him under the water. Its silent for a few minutes while you both begin to lather yourselves up, until Taehyung turns around and kisses you, tongue licking at your bottom lip as you moan into his mouth.

 He breaks away from the kiss and begins moving down your body, kissing from your neck down your chest, stopping to suck your left nipple in his mouth, his hand coming up and tugging on the right one.

 “fuck it” you say, your decision for no sex going out the window as your hand comes down and grabs his half hard dick, slowly pumping him, feeling him grow in your hand. He moans around you nipple and the vibrations send a shot of arousal straight to your clit. You clench your thighs to get some type of friction on your aching clit.

 Taehyung’s hand finds its way in between your legs, finger sliding over your clit and your hips buck involuntarily. His fingers are being thrust in to you unexpectedly and you cry out. He’s on his knees before you you know it, tongue attached to you clit.

 With the way his fingers are repeatedly hitting your g-spot and his tongue sucking your clit hard, your orgasm is approaching quickly. “fuck can I cum?” you ask and he nods. A few more thrusts of his fingers has you cumming on his tongue, his fingers still working inside of you as he helps you ride out your orgasm. after the shower Taehyung carries you out of the bathroom and sits you down on your bed.

 “on your knees” he tells you and your quick to comply, quickly getting on your knees with your face right in front of his dick, angry red with precum leaking from the tip, you mouth practically waters at the sight.

 Your quick to take him in your hands, sucking the tip into your mouth and moaning at the saltiness from the precum. He grabs a handful of your hair and guides your head further down his dick. you gag when you feel him hit the back of your throat, relaxing your throat before looking up at him and nodding, letting him know that it was okay.

 He starts off slowly, each thrust getting deeper and deeper, before pulling all the way out and slapping his dick on your lips a few times before pushing back in.

 Then he begins to go faster, thrusting harder as you feel him twitch in your mouth, letting you know that he’s getting close. His pace quickens and he groans loudly, cumming in your mouth and you swallow all of it.

 “give me like ten minutes to recharge, maybe eat a sandwich and then I want you to ride me in the living room.” he says and you scoff

 “what?”

 “didn’t I tell you I wanted to fuck you in every room in this house? we can save the kitchen for tomorrow, I got a few more places I want to hit today” he tells you, head tilted to the side and you giggle

 The two of you head to the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients for a pb&j.

 “You ready?” you ask, throwing your trash away and he nods, smiling widely, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the living room where he sits down on the couch, pulling you on his lap, hands finding your waist and helping you grind down on his growing erection. When he’s fully hard again you sit up and guide his dick to your pussy, rubbing it back and fourth, collecting your slick before sliding down slowly, moaning at the stretch.

 “fuck tae your so big” you say, lifting your hips and slowly sinking back down, adjusting to his size. After about a minute or two you begin circling your hips, he leans his head down and sucks your nipple back into his mouth, gently biting down and tugging it with his teeth.

 “fuck” he groans out, hands tightly gripping your hips as he begins thrusting up into you, going deeper and deeper. His sucks his thumb into his mouth before using it to rub fast circles on your clit, helping you chase your orgasm.

 He flips you both over and begins thrusting ruthlessly into you, the head of his dick hitting your g spot with every  thrust. You don’t even have enough time to warn him before your cumming hard, your juices squirting out of you and landing on your thighs and his stomach. ‘

 He sits there staring down at where his dick was just inside of you and watches in awe as the last few drops drip out of you and down onto the couch below you.

 “ we should’ve put a towel down” he jokes and you snort. He quickly puts his dick back in thrusting quickly still trying to chase his own high.

 “where do you want me to cum?” he ask and you open your mouth

 He takes it out and grabs the back of your head, positioning it right in front of his dick, where he begins jerking off in front of you. you take the head in your mouth and suck hard.

 He cums a few seconds later and you make sure to swallow it again, knowing he loved when you did that. He lays down next to you on the couch, breathing hard and sweaty.

 “wanna take a nap and then go again in my office?” he ask and you roll your eyes, laying your head on his chest and closing your eyes, already on the brink of falling asleep. Your hand finds one of his nipple and you pinch it softly, shushing him before sleep finds you.

 Oh you guys are definitely going to fuck in his office when you wake up.

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[goldenempyrean]

Empyrean’s Advent: Day 20

Prompt: “Jeez! Bless you! I think I felt the room shake that time.”

Pairing: Sick Florence Pugh x Reader

Wordcount: 644

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“Of course I get sick during my week off, why wouldn’t I?” Florence groaned sarcastically as she dumped another tissue into the overflowing trashcan beside her, “Ugh! My nose just wont stop running.”

“I know babe, its not fair, is it?” You sympathised. It really wasn’t fair either. Usually whenever Florence got ill, her colds usually gave her no trouble, only really causing some mild sniffles and a light sore throat but this was different. Cold and Flu season in the UK had been especially bad this year, and unfortunately it happened to be particularly bad in the area where you and Flo lived. And so the virus had finally claimed its first victim in your household. Florence was miserable, she truly was, her head hurt and her muscles ached - not to mention the constant burning soreness at the back of her throat.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." You rest a hand against her forehead, its coolness an immediate remedy for the dull, burning sensation lingering in her skull. It was like her brain was being slowly roasted over a bed of coals. "Is there anything I can do to help?" You offered, draping a thick, warm blanket over Florence as she laid on the sofa, barely able to pay attention to her whichever random movie was playing on the TV infront of her.

Florence thought for a moment before asking, “Do we have an- Hh’iitshiew! Hh-iitishiew! – any decongestant?”

“First of all, bless you. And I don’t think we do but once you’ve fallen asleep, I’ll go out and get you some, anything else?”

“Some more tissues wouldn’t hurt? Im almost out again.” She sighed, gesturing down to the almost-empty box which sat on the floor beneath her.

“You’re really putting a serious dent in the tissue population Flo’ y’know?” You smirked, sitting down on the sofa opposite to her, watching with a grin as she rolled her eyes at your remark.

“Im aware of that.” Her voice is hoarse and nasally as she drags a palm along her brow, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this miserable.”

“I’ve never seen you this sick.”  

A moment of silence stretches on between the two of you. Then, she sighs, and in a small, croaky voice, she admits, "This is the sickest I've ever been. I can barely sit up..."

You sighed, feeling her sickness pulling at your heart strings you decided to get up to get and sit beside her. Running a hand through her messy hair, you helped her sit up a little, “Hopefully you’ll feel better soon.”  

“Yeah..." She turns her face toward yours and nuzzles her nose into your neck, letting you cradle her head upon your shoulder.

It went quite again as you sat there holding her. The room was oddly silent as she settled into your hold, everything was calm for a moment until you Florence began to stir beside you, her breath hitching slightly as she tried to pull away from you.

“Hh-ttshiew! Hheh’TSHHIEW!”  

Florence’s body stiffened against you as she sneezed loudly down into the blanket surrounding her.

“Jeez! Bless you! I think I felt the room shake that time.” You exclaimed, not hiding your surprise at her loud outburst before reaching down to grab the last few tissues from her box and handing them to her.

Your girlfriend gave a moan of discomfort as she blew her nose with the tissues, “I hate this so much. My head feels like it's going to explode.” She whined as she shuffled around slightly so she would be able to lean against your shoulder comfortably, letting herself sigh as she sank into you.

“You’ll be okay sweetie, just try and get some rest and let yourself sleep off this yucky bug, hm?” You said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as her eyes fluttered closed, “You’ll feel better soon I promise.”

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[megmischief]

Sebastian x Eris (AFAB) - Breath of Fresh Air Chapter 2

For Yomi 💙 @lavendel081

M Rated - Explicit Sexual Content

"You know, 'Ris...I never thought you'd like me back." Sebastian looks down with a faint smile.

Eris feels her heart ache for Sebastian. The doubt he had within himself hurt her deeply. "Hey..." She places her hands on his cheeks, moving his head to look into her eyes. "Sebastian. It's always been you. It will always be you. You are the only man I want."

Sebastian, completely dumbfounded by how forward and sincere Eris was being, pulls her into a deep and passionate kiss.

"Eris...I...I love you...and I-..." Sebastian stops himself, nervous of Eris' response.

"What's up, Seb? I love you too... You can tell me anything, you know."

"Anything?" He blushes, moving her hair away from her neck, exposing her soft porcelain skin.

"Mm...Anything." She whispers back, blushing from his lingering gaze.

Sebastian leans in close, softly whispering into her ear. "I need you, 'Ris...I...I want to make you mine..."

Looking into Eris' eyes, his own full of lust, he pulls her into a deep and passionate kiss. Hands begin to roam as they explore each other's bodies.

"Shall we get back to my place, Seb...?" Eris whimpers.

Sebastian kisses and nibbles at her neck, leaving dark marks. "Cant wait that long...'Ris..."

Eris gasps, softly moaning into his ear as she feels his lips linger over her now tender neck. "But...were in public...?"

Sebastian shrugs, picking Eris up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "We can go behind Elliott's old shack. He hasn't used it since he married Meg anyway..."

Eris' face now crimson, she gives him a small nod of approval. "If you're sure we wont get caught..."

"We won't. Promise." His lips crash into hers once more as he presses her against the creaky wooden beach shack, her legs still wrapped around his waist pulling his ever-growing bulge closer.

Sebastian lets out a low, breathy moan as he feels Eris begin grinding against him. "Ris... I can't take it when you do that...to me...Fuck..."

Unzipping his jeans, he moves Eris' panties to the side. Sebastian runs his finger from Eris' entrance to her clit, bringing his finger up to his mouth for a taste.

"This is the sweetness I've been craving for so long...I can't wait any longer, 'Ris...Can I...?" Sebastian's eyes, full of lust, look deeply into Eris'.

"Mmm...I want you too...Sebby..." Eris buries her face into Sebastian's neck. She lets out a loud gasp, feeling Sebastian's entrance stretching her out.

"Holy shit, 'Ris... You're so tight." Sebastian smirks and chuckles.

Unable to speak due to the pleasure coursing its way through her body, Eris can't help but moan. The feeling of Sebastian filling her only excites her more as she feels him thrusting into all of the right spots. Her hands snake up to his raven hair, pulling tightly as he increases the pace of his thrusts. Pleasure making waves throughout their bodies with each thrust.

Sebastian, grunting with each thrust, reaches under Eris' shirt to massage her breast softly. His other hand leaning against the shack for stability. The wooden shack creaks with each and every thrust, the air filled with sounds of pure pleasure.

"Ris... It's not gonna...take me long... I'm sorry..." Sebastian mumbles, biting onto Eris' neck.

Hearing Sebastian's low, gravelly voice of pleasure sent electricity through her core. "M-Me...too..."

Eris pulls harder onto Sebastian's hair as he picks up the pace once more, slamming himself into her as hard as possible. Cries of pleasure escape Eris' lips as she reaches her climax.

"Good girl, 'Ris...Let the pleasure take over you..." Sebastian bites his lip, grunting as he reaches his own climax, filling her up completely.

Pants and gasps fill the sudden silence as Eris slowly falls, standing on the uneven sand once more.

"Wow...Seb..." Eris giggles. "I can't believe we just...did that."

Sebastian laughs, zipping up his jeans. He pulls Eris into a gentle kiss. "Only you could let me get away with that, 'Ris..." He gently takes Eris' hand in his own. "Let's continue this back at yours." Smirking, they begin to make the long walk home.

#sdv #stardew valley #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv sebastian #sebastian #sebastian sdv #stardew sebastian #sebastian x reader #stardew valley sebastian #lavendel eris #seb x eris #eris #eris my beloved

[mikalame]

Hii! I saw the post you made with pics of Manzini on it, I was just wondering if you’re open to making fics on him?? I feel like it’s kind of hard since there isn’t a lot of info on him tho 😭 thanks!

yes this is sorta a story i was working on this fic is sorta based off of his song Balloon its so good and catchy i love it ill try my best love

implyed realtionship

tag list: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley

Your sitting down in the getting our hair pulled into a slicked back bun and contour getting done you look over and grab your scrip to see what your would be doing you see one of the paragraphs you have to push him down onto the table you cant help but feel your stomach twist from being that close to him you take a deep breath and look over to the girl your doing the video with and walk to the set together.

You straighten your suit and begin filming after a couple takes to get it right your up to the but where you have to push him onto the table you walk behind him and grab him by the fake cuffs he has on and gentely pull him up and push him down.

"STOP, cmon ____ you need to be forcing him down, be intimitating, OK" your producer davy yelled "dont worry baby you wont hurt me" manzini whispers before you walk over to the other side of the table you smile at him before you have to re film the sence "3,2,1 ACTION" Davy yells again.

You walk up and grab him and slam him down you feel him grunt and feel bad thinking you hurt him. Manzini turns his head and looks at you with a gleam in his eyes.

You had finished filming the music video and went to your dressing room taking down the tight bun as it was starting to give you a head ache you massage your head, you groan with releaf (idk how to spell that word lol).

"hey there beautiful, what you up to" you turn your head around and see who had scared you and you see manzini standing there leaning agaist the door with a smirk on his face." oh just you" you sigh "oh just me, like im so regular person, that hurts baby" kristoffer (thats his real name) says with fax hurt in his voice. You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and feel his face bury into your neck you feel him place small kisses on your neck you giggle and pull away slightly and turn to face him.

you look up and smile at him and wrap your arms round him and hug him "i really hope i didnt hurt you krist" you mumble into him "nah you could never hurt me baby, now lets go im hungry" he says befor grabing your hand and pulling down the corridoor.

Hope you like anon sorry about the spelling mistakes lol

#manzini #manzini x reader

[imaginewarehouse]

Marcus White x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: On a typical evening walk of yours around the neighbourhood (Which is generally just fine, of course. You love your walks. Its normal, and perfectly safe!) you start to notice... a man. Following you. No matter how many turns you make, he continued to be just a few metres behind you, on the same side of the road as you.

As you're starting to really panic, over the sound of you heart beating hot and loud in your ears, you realise Marcus from work lives near here (He of course had written his address on the female staff bathroom wall at some point) and you go straight there.

Warnings: Stalking. Or basically, just being followed by a strange man in the evening when its getting dark. After that though its just a butt load of unadulterated Marcus fluff! ^^ Also unedited so far

Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibes and @one-edgy-bitch

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I turn round another corner, the blood in my ears having started to pump louder and hotter then necessary the moment I noticed the man- before I realised he was following me, even. Now it aches, and my heart's beating like a steam train against my rib cage, and I feel like I might throw up. Its been 10 minutes, and no matter how many unnecessary turns I make, the figure wont disappear. I feel like I'm being hunted. I don't want to go back home and lead him to where I live, but I also feel sick to my stomach being out here.

Where he can grab me.

And I feel like I'm too scared to properly fight back, if he does. You always imagine, that you can just kick or punch an attacker if it happened to you but no one ever mentions how the fear sucks all the strength out of you and makes it impossible to even clench your fists. Makes you useless.

Helpless.

I take a deep breath, careful to not show it though. How am I going to get out of this? Exhaling, my breath stutters and I panic that he saw it. He knows I know. He knows I'm scared. Am I going to get out of this?

I don't dare think about what state I might be in if I do get out of this, attacked. That's not going to happen.

What do I do, though? What do I do? What do I do?

Chewing on my bottom lip, I think hard. I could pretend to be on a phone call, or actually call someone? But then whoever's following me might panic and speed up whatever plans they have, so I just grip my phone in my hand, hanging at my side. My earplugs are long forgotten around my neck so I can hear the footsteps, but I haven't put them away.

Where's the nearest shop? 20 minutes away.

What are the chances that any of these houses will be housing someone worse then the guy behind me? Right now, that chance seems higher then what, rationally, I know it must really be.

Another deep breath forces my chest to rise and my eyes to redden this time. God, I am not handling this well. I need to be cooler. I need to calm the fuck down.

But that thought just seems to make it worse, as tears of fear start to fill my eyes.

Help.

Suddenly, as I round another corner and catch sight of the dark, empty Daycare sitting there on the other side of the road- I all of a sudden realise where I am.

I mean, I knew where I was. Where I am. I know how to get home from here and how to get to the shops, but suddenly something else clicks in my head. A sanctuary representing unlikely hope.

Marcus lives around here. Marcus from work. I remember, because he wrote his damn address on the bathroom wall inside the womens' one time and it had registered in my head because, hey, that's in my neighbourhood!

In fact- its around this next corner. If I can only make it on these terrified jelly legs, then I can gladly brave the awkwardness of barging into a colleagues home to get some help. Taking another deep breath of the fresh, crisp, cheek-burning evening air as the world gets even darker around us - me, and him, - and then letting it go slowly, I gradually pick up my pace.

When I finally get around the corner, is when my heart really stops beating for a moment.

Because I see the house. Number 12, right there on the left. 4 houses down.

But also, because a perfectly average, run-of-the-mill, one-of-the-many kind of voice calls out, muffled through his scarf, for me.

Just a quick, "Hey!", so I ignore it even as my insides feel like they're all trying to rush out every available orifice of my body and my legs threaten to buck out from underneath me. Please, please keep going. Please, legs. I'm honestly begging you here. Keep me up, now. I need you right now. Please, please, please...

"Hey!" He calls again when I don't respond and pretend I didn't hear him, and speeds up behind me. Oh god, now my body wants to sprint but I force myself to keep my pace. "Girl!"

All heat, and probably all the colour too, has drained from my face. My fingers have lost feeling. All I know, all I can think now is I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die.

And that's not a totally... comforting, thought.

Then I reach the house I was aiming for and nearly trip over turning course down the driveway to race to the door, the porch light turning the bricks orange in the dark. I knock maybe a little too hard against the wooden door. But I wouldn't really know, my hands are numb.

I glance back at the man for the first time fully and watch him walk across the path by the house, as I hear shuffling beyond the door. He keeps glancing at me as he passes and every time he does, I think he's going to rush at me like a wild beast-

But then the door opens.

And he keeps walking.

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"Y/N? Uhh, wow, this is a surprise." The familiar, albeit usually annoying voice causes my muscles to immediately soften and I dare to turn my back on the path, facing Marcus. Tall, broad shouldered, and most importantly yes, occasionally weird, but nevertheless harmless, Marcus. My own shoulders relax; I'm safe, I tell myself. Or try to. But my body is still in a confused state between freeze and flight. "What brings you to my pad?" He grins broadly, easily excitable. Like a Labrador.

"Um- c-can I please come in? I- there was a man, and- " I cant even force out the words. They feel fresh, and fake, even though I can still feel the fear rushing through my veins instead of blood. Am I shaking? God, I'm shaking.

"Y-yeah, come on in." Through whatever is usually going on in his head that I have yet to delve into, even after working with him for over a year, he seems to notice how truly shaken up I am and steps to the side so I can walk in. He closes the door behind me and I wipe my face, feeling safer. "Uh, do you want something? I got, uh... well, my mom's outta town so I mostly have, like... beer. But I think we have tea, too?"

"Um... that's okay... " I don't want to embarrass myself any more by dropping the tea cup because my fingers were shaking too badly. That would be exactly what I need to top off the night to make it freaken perfect. "Thank you... "

"Living room's this way." He nods, guiding me around a corner into a room that looks just like you would imagine an old ladies livingroom to look like. Floral couch, 2 armchairs with the skirts around the bottom, carpet, and some porcelain cats here and there. Marcus, in his white t-shirt and boxers, looks odd and informal in the middle of it all, but comfortable. He turns around and gestures towards the couch for me to take it, "Sit down, uh, relax. I'm just gonna put on some pants. Be right back!"

I nod, sitting down and feeling myself relax immediately as he rushes outta the room and hear him loudly bang bang bang all the way up the stairs. The sound even makes me release a nervous, lighthearted laugh. Ohhhh, lord...

Wiping my face and then brushing my hair back, I take a deep breath and look around the room some more. There's a couple beer cans around the place, as if Marcus has had a party though I know its more likely that this is just a visual guide to to where, in this room, he's been hanging out all week. At the coffee table a couple of times, at the mantle once, and on the floor.

There's also a PlayStation hooked up to the TV here, looking totally out of place in the old lady style room. The remote is attached to the charger, on the creamy carpet in front of the entertainment centre along with a bag of chips- he must have been playing before I turned up.

When Marcus comes flying back down the stairs, eager as ever for company though he is, I feel guilty as hell for interrupting his evening. He plops down heavily on the other side of the couch, giving me plenty of space but wanting to be close by, and I turn with a remorseful sort of look on my face. "I'm so sorry for barging in- "

"Hey, I don't mind." He gives a, excited shrug. "Happy for the company! You wanna play Smash Bros?"

... The fact that this man used to be in prison, baffles me. He's like a puppy dog, and honestly? The grin on his face is kinda infectious. So, when I should have said no thank you and called a cab to get home, I instead gave a gentle smile and said, "... Sure."

~

"Hm, thats another win for me... " I tease carefully, setting the remote back onto my lap, turning my head to Marcus who's got his jaw on the floor and his eyes glued to the TV screen. "What, surprised?"

"How'd you get so good??!"

Giggling, I shake my head and shrug. "I like this game."

"Yeah, I see that." He insists, but there's nothing mean or upset about it- just in awe. And it makes you feel warm inside. After digging into the bag of chips at his side and collecting himself a huge handful, he offers you the bag. "Chip?"

"Oh, I love (Chip flavour). Yes please!" I dig in and get a smaller handful, but still a handful, and put them in my other open hand while Marcus just plays that dangerous game of pulling various chips out of his grip and hopes they don't all fall out on the couch like edible Jenga.

Through a mouthful, which makes me chuckle and shake my head, he gives a nod. "No problem,"

Who knew I'd like hanging out with Marcus so much?? I'm having a great time. He doesn't put pressure on me at all, and it turns out the two of us share a lot in common, surprisingly. I should have taken him up on his offer to get drinks a long time ago. So, when he asks if I'd like him to drive me home or if I wanna stay over... cuz like, the guy might still be around or whatever... I feel butterflies (The good kind) flutter around in my chest, and nod. I mean, I certainly don't feel like going out there again tonight, whether its in a car or otherwise.

"Okay! Awesome, uh- C'mon, lets getcha a pillow." Marcus exclaims, excited again, before patting my arm and getting up. Pushing off the couch, I follow him deeper into the house , up the stairs and into what must be his room... the walls are painted blue, the bed - covered in cars bed sheets, - isn't made, its a huge mess and his work coveralls are strewn over a motorcycle style desk chair. Just, basically, exactly how you might imagine Marcus' bedroom to look like- humorously so. I find it kind of cute.

While he's rifling around the place looking for a clean pillow and a blanket, I peak around some more. Until something makes me gasp. "Is that your mug shot???"

"Uh yeah, my mom's got another copy on the fridge." Marcus replies, not turning around as I pick up the framed photo and grin at it. He looks so unimpressed, or like he's trying to look unimpressed but is really shitting himself, but still... somehow good? Handsome?

How??????????????

Also, the fact that Mrs White stuck it up on the fridge, too? Priceless.

After setting the frame back down where you found it, Marcus turns around with a pillow and a blanket, handing you the pillow - which smells very strongly of some kind of body spray, the kind that guys think will get them laid, - before I realise how close we've ended. He seems to notice too, the tips of our feet mere inches from eachother, and he grins as I feel my heart pound heavily against my chest for the second time tonight, and the pillow I'm hugging. This time, though, I don't mind the feeling.

He's still handsome, I think, peaking up at him over the pillow. Maybe even more so, in person.

And my inhibitions are low, due to him also being my knight in shining armour, tonight.

That only means-

"Uhhh... So can I sleep on the couch?" That means I have to be a strong adult and force myself to make some good decisions tonight. Starting with deescalating this situation and stepping back.

"Yeah, or you could... you know... sleep in my bed? With- with me??" Marcus suggests, in a sort of odd mixture of nervous and confident. Kinda dumb. But its cute and hard to resist.

"Uhh... "

"We don't have to do anything," He's quick to add, assuring you with a smirk, before chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck. Fuck!! When guys do that its just... game over. I can actually feel all sense leaving my body- "I mean, I want to. But I just thought... this was going kinda well, and uh... honestly I like you. A lot. So I was thinking... maybe... "

"I mean... sure."

"What?" He looks shocked, and so am I but I just give a smile. I have had a bad night, and cuddling with Marcus can only make it better.

"Yeah, why not?" Stepping back to him, I peer up at him. "I kinda like you too, so... "

That caused a big grin to slip across his face. "Fuck yeah!"

~

10 minutes later I've changed into a clean shirt of Marcus' that has Jason Voorhees' on it - partly because I'm sure neither of us will be tempted to break the mans 'premarital sex' ban with him between us, - and slip under the covers, laying down and beginning to get comfortable before Marcus goes and just scoops me right up against him.

I relax immediately, taking a deep breath and wrapping my arms back around him, and burying my face in his t-shirt. He's changed into pyjama pants, now, along with his plain white shirt, and he's so cute I'm tempted to wrap one of my legs over him.

... So I do, hooking a leg over his hip and sighing, eyes closed and feeling him give a sigh of his own at me wrapping myself around him like a damn monkey. He even hitches my leg more securely over him so we're chest-to-chest, and his chin rests on my head. I'm so warm, and snuggly, and-

-there is no doubt in my mind that I'm going to be flustered as hell when I wake up in the morning. I mean, this is impulsive, and kinda dumb, definitely but it also feels really good. So, for tonight, I'll be impulsive, and kinda dumb.

#Superstore #Superstore x Reader #Marcus White x Reader Oneshot #Marcus White x Reader #Marcus White #Superstore Marcus

[captain039]

PART 6 Serving her

Alpha!Cas x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, light swearing, light gore, first time, smut, claiming, dominant cas, CAS has experience and is a fast learner, mates, angst, mental health issues

Last part <-

You jolted when you awoke feeling someone under you and in you.

“It’s me” Cas said softly and you relaxed nodding.

“Sorry” you muttered body aching from the position you were in.

“My legs hurt” you mumbled and Cas nodded. You bit your lip as he slipped out of you and sat up with you.

“Do you require help?” He asked as you achingly moved. You shook your head feeling pain all over.

“Not an angel or anything” you reminded and he frowned before it clicked.

“I can heal you” he said and you shook your head smiling.

“No I uh-“ you flushed the pain was reminder.

“I’m gonna shower” you whispered standing up and falling back down onto the bed. Your legs were jelly from what happened and the weird position you slept in. You felt your cheeks hot and gulped glancing to Cas who had a slight smirk.

“Shut up!” You said and he frowned.

“I didn’t say anything” he said.

“No but your face did!” You grumbled going to try again and failing.

“Do require assistance?” Cas said and you could hear his smirk. You nodded avoiding eye contact as he shuffled behind you. He picked you up easily bridal style and walked to the bathroom.

“Wipe that smirk off your face” you grumbled and he smiled.

“Oh thank god for a bath” you whispered as Cas sat you down on the toilet and began to run the bath. You realised both your nakedness and flushed despite what had happened. You shifted slightly pressing your thighs together more. You watched him tense as he checked the water temperature. You stopped what you were doing and sat still, waiting for the bath to fill. Cas helped you into the bath, you almost slipped, but didn’t thanks to him. You were trying to ignore the need growing again.

“Move forward” he said and you frowned but did. He stepped in behind you and you protested.

“We both won’t fit!” You said and suddenly the bath got bigger.

“Oh” you muttered as Cas sat behind you.

“What’s your favourite scent?” He asked and you thought before saying.

“Why?” You asked turning to him, you saw a fancy bottle with your favourite smell on it.

“As much as I don’t want to cover your scent figured it would make you comfortable” Cas said and your heart skipped a beat.

“They’re unscented soap” you muttered.

“I would prefer that” he said eyes a little darker and you nodded. Cas began to wash your back, then your arms and legs. He washed slowly over your stomach and breasts making you sigh softly into his touch. His hand traveled downwards and you tensed stopping him.

“I can do that” you mumbled and he stopped. You washed yourself before he tugged you back to him. Cas rested his arms around your waist resting his nose by your neck, breathing in your scent.

“You don’t smell like me now” he said displeased and your heart quickened, that need you were trying to ignore was more present. He mouthed around your where your shoulder connected to your neck, humming every so often. You tilted your head to give him more access and he hummed approvingly.

“I wish to claim you” he muttered and you tensed. Your mind flashed between memory’s of your life like this was a life or death situation.

“Unless it makes you uncomfortable then I wont” he added sensing your discomfort. You felt tears in your eyes, of course you wanted a mate, wanted to be bound to someone, but that responsibility.

“Cas” you muttered feeling deflated and tired. Your mind was tossing up thoughts and options, your stomach hurt and you felt a little sick. You sensed his worry increase and you got up on shaky legs and exited the bath. You leant against the counter as you grabbed a towel and dried yourself. You leant against the counter, head hung as you watched a tear drop. Cas stood, the bath going back to normal and him suddenly dry. Cas stood by you as you cried sadness in his face. The angels scent was worried, trying to project out calming pheromones also. You limped to the bed and collapsed in it, hugging the pillow and wrapping the towel around you tighter.

“Cas just get rid of the curse” you muttered sensing him by your bed.

“Just get it over with like it should’ve been in the first place” you clutched the pillow as you felt two fingers touch your temple. The need, the pain and the cramps went away making your body relax. You were dry and in PJs also.

“I will-“ he faltered in words and you just tugged the blanket up and over you. You heard the flap of wings and he was gone. You cried sitting up and staring at the room. You stood, throwing a chair and breaking somethings before someone knocked your door down.

“Hey- hey” Dean said gun in hand. Sam stood behind him as you turned to them. Dean quickly put his gun away and walked to you. His arms went around you tightly as you cried.

“Alright” he hushed you gently as Sam closed the door and walked to you both.

“I can’t do this!” You yelled as he kept hushing. Dean glanced to Sam worry filling him, wondering what the hell happened besides the noises burned in his brain. Him and Sam left the motel to drink and get the images out their heads. When they came back it was quiet till lunch when you started trashing the room. Cas was nowhere to be seen either, he was going to punch his angel face if he saw him.

“Let’s go home ok” Dean said rubbing your back and you nodded.

Dean had a hard time cleaning up your mess with Sam, yours and Cas’s scents were strong as hell, he felt sorry for the cleaner. You had passed out in the back of the impala, face a little pale, body exhausted. He gave worried looks to Sam who gave them back as he kept glancing to you.

Back at the bunker, Dean almost carried you in till you awoke and dragged yourself to your room.

“What’d he do?” Sam whispered referring to Cas.

“I don’t know” Dean sighed laying down their bags.

Next part ->

#Castiel x reader #alpha Castiel #aob #x reader #spn #Sam and Dean

[donnies--jacket]

hey!!!! its disability pride month!! here are some rise headcannons!! a lot of this is like,, chronic pain related, as that's what im personally the most familiar with in my own life, but theres some other stuff in here too. and feel free to share your own hcs, id love to hear them!!!

donnie:

autistic

has arthritis. it's relatively mild, but his right hand fingers have a tendency to lock up at times, especially if he's been doing a lot of work with them. and considering how much time he spends in the lab inventing, or even just a lot of gaming, it can be really annoying and frustrating for him to deal with.

chronic back pain. he's always had pretty poor posture, so when he first made and started wearing his battle shell, the weight combined with a lifetime of bad posture took a big toll on him. it was much worse when he was younger, but nowadays it doesnt hurt nearly as much as it used to. its still there, though he hopes it'll fade away when hes a bit older. his family occasionally has to remind him to sit up straight when he's got his shell on.

raph:

autistic

super messed up jaw and teeth and has a lotta frequent pain there because of it. he was born with a slightly misaligned jaw, but it really started to get bad as he grew. he had a habit of biting anything he could get his hands on when he was little, as a form of stimming, and all the gnawing eventually made his teeth pretty crooked. he also greatly struggled with oral hygiene as a kid because he HATED the way it felt to brush his teeth and the way tooth paste tasted and felt, and got a lot of cavities. so, he had very severe pain for a while. hes made great strides of improvement over the years-- using mouth wash and flossing, wearing braces and headgear, having proper stim toys to chew on-- but hes still working on it, and jaw pain is just something hes always going to have

chronic stress

leo:

autism and adhd. freakishly good at masking.

anxiety induced insomnia + chronic fatigue = bad times. sometimes stays up for several days at a time, and then sleeps for at least 17 hours. if hes exhausted himself too much and a mission comes up, his brothers make him stay home while splinter takes care of him. he can feel really guilty about just HAVING chronic fatigue sometimes, because he feels like hes not doing as much as he can to train or help on missions or spend time with everyone, but theyre always quick to reassure him that its okay and they love him no matter what.

has a bunch of random small things going on. like he broke his big toe once while playing soccer with his brothers and it didnt heal right and now it's just bothering him forever. another time while training raph accidentally threw him into the wall so hard he has chronic neck pain from the incident. hes got like 7 more things like these. stop getting injured.

mikey:

adhd

KNEE PAIN. HES GOT KNEE PAIN SO BAD. nothing really happened that caused it, his left knee has just always been pretty bad, but the worst part is that it's just? kind of inconsistent?? like some days it doesnt bother him at all, and others it's so bad he cant even walk. he's got crutches and a wheelchair for days like those, and he usually spends that time painting for hours. he gets really badly hyperfocused on his work that he wont do anything BUT paint, and splinter has to step in to convince him to take breaks, even if theyre just small ones. splinter also has some really bad chronic pain from his years of fighting, and also cant move much without great pain some days, but it's still important to get up to eat or drink or use the bathroom regardless.

has gerd. he hates his yucky tasting fiber gummies, and always having to eat before taking his meds, he hates the stomach aches, he hates the acid reflux, he is just so done with it. honestly hes incredibly thankful gerd is the only thing going on with his stomach, because he literally would go nuts if he had to deal with something like kidney stones or issues with his gallbladder.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #donnie #raphael #raph #leonardo #leo #michelangelo #mikey #headcannons #donnie 💜 #raph ❤ #leo 💙 #mikey 🧡

[kaimelia-endgame]

I’ve Got You

This is my first time ever writing smut and it’s literally a garbage fire I’m sorry.

Basically Amelia has a bad day and Kai takes care of her. Smut with some angst.

Amelia was exhausted to say the least. There was a major pileup right when she got to work. Back to back surgeries all day, holed up in OR 2 for a full fourteen hours. She had fifteen patients, and only one didn’t survive. But of course she felt the overwhelming guilt of not being able to save that one. The patient was a single mom. And when Amelia walked into the waiting room to see the little boy curled up on a social worker’s lap, she could barely hold it together. You’re the reason he doesn’t have a mother anymore. She could usually pull herself together by the time she went to pick up Scout from daycare. And once she held him in her arms and looked into his adorable eyes she would always feel better. But Link had Scout for the weekend. And recently, although she wouldn’t admit it to anyone other than Richard Webber, she’s been having intense cravings. She wasn’t sure why or when they started, all she knew is she was hanging on by a thread. And this day has pushed her to her breaking point. Her feet ache, her neck stiff and sore from looking down all day. All she wanted to do was go home to Kai and curl up in their arms. That’s where she felt safe and calm. But she couldn’t bring herself to leave the hospital yet. It was late, but she knew they’d still be up waiting for her. She couldn’t go home and have them looking at her with their eyes full of worry support, ready to take care of her. She didn’t deserve that. So she went to the attendings lounge, poured herself a cup of cold coffee, and sat down to wait it out. It was around 3am when she finally stumbled home. She smiled when she slipped into their bedroom. Kai was sprawled out across the entire bed, snoring softly. She quietly changed into pajamas, careful not to wake her sleeping partner, then crawled into bed. As soon as she laid down next to them, they started to stir. “Hi baby, I missed you” they reach out and pull her into their arms. She stays stiff as a board and starts to shake and they immediately open their eyes. “Did you have a bad day?” they ask softly. Amelia can’t find any words, just looks down at her hands and nods her head slightly. “Can you tell me what happened, baby?” She keeps staring down and says nothing. They bring up a hand and start running their fingers through her hair. “That’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. You look exhausted. Do you think you could let me hold you while you get some sleep?” Amelia nods but her whole body is still shaking. Her body is stiff, all her muscles clenched. “Baby you need to calm down so you can get some rest. Can I help you relax? Let me take care of you”.

“I’m keeping you awake” Amelia forces out. These were the first words she’s said and they were a little startled but they just being up a hand to cup her cheek. “I can’t sleep when I know you’re hurting. Let me take care of you. You’re not a burden, Amelia. I know sometimes you need to feel close to me when you’re upset. Do you want me to touch you sweet girl?” Amelia blushes a deep red and bites her lip, nodding slightly. She’s so embarrassed but they know all the right things to say, all the right things to do when she’s feeling out of control. “Okay baby. Can you turn over and be my little spoon. I want to feel you against me”. Amelia shifts over and presses back against them. They feel solid and secure. Kai leans their head down and begins placing soft kisses on her neck and jaw. They hands gently roaming her body, not wanting to move too fast, just exploring and giving her soft and reassuring touches. Amelia begins to slowly melt into them, but her brain wont turn off. She can’t get her muscles to stop tightening. Kai continues to roam her body with their hands. One coming up to start teasing her breasts through her sleep shirt. “You’re being such a good girl for me. Just close your eyes and feel me touching you. Relax each muscle one at a time. You feel so good Amelia”. Kai knows when Amelia feels like this she needs reassurance. She definitely has a praise kink despite her self deprecating tendencies. And sometimes she just needs to be taken care of. Needs to be told she’s good and she’s loved. After a few minutes of giving her boobs some attention Amelia starts to get restless. She whines and pushes her hips back against them. “Do you want me to touch you, pretty baby?” She just whines again and pulls one of their hands down to the waistband of her underwear. They finally dip under the waistband to find soaking wet folds. They begin to gently circle her clit while nipping at her earlobe, wanting to build her up slowly. “You’re so beautiful Amelia. So smart, so good. You feel so good when I touch you”. They end each compliment with a kiss to her neck or to the side of her face. They pick up their pace a little, drawing tight and fast circles against her. Amelia rolls her hips against them and tries to stifle a moan. “No don’t hide. I love the pretty sounds you make. Let me hear you”. They continue their pace and soft kisses, not wanting to overwhelm their girlfriend, just building her up to that edge.

Amelia was so close. She just needed another little push. She couldn’t let herself relax enough, didn’t want to face the intense emotions she’s been running from all day. “Kai I’m….I’m so close” she whined, tears brimming in her eyes. “Shhhhh I’ve got you. Just let go. I’m right here” they say as they reach up and tweak a nipple. Amelia came with a sob, every muscle tensing and shaking. Kai slowed their hand and worked her through her orgasm, pressing soft kisses on any exposed skin they could find. They wait until she’s whimpering and her hips are bucking against them, then pull her onto their chest, wrapping her up in their arms and stroking her hair. “You did so good for me baby I’m so proud of you” they coo in her ear.

She nuzzles into their neck and closes her eyes. For a moment she tries to just breathe. She knows she’s safe in their arms but her brain is still slightly in overdrive. But she does feel much better. Her body is boneless and soft against them. It’s like their body is holding hers up, holding her together. “Let’s get some sleep okay? You need to rest that beautiful brain and we can talk in the morning” she just nods slightly, still unable to process her thoughts into words, and attempts to pull them even closer. “Hey I’m right here Ames, just close your eyes”. She’s laying on top of them with her arms wrapped tightly around their torso. They keep one hand threaded through her thick curls, the other scratching softly up and down her back. Kai waits until they know she’s asleep, her breathing finally evening out. They press a kiss to her hair before whispering “I love you, Amelia” and drift off to sleep themselves.

#amelia shepard #kai bartley #kaimelia #kaimelia fanfic #fanfiction