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carlplsrailme · 1 year

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𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: as enid flips through magazines and you complain about your skincare troubles, she tosses you a page that states "using boyfriends sperm is better than any skincare" and you decide to try it out with carl

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: dick sucking, cum sitting on face, ball squeezing, etc etc

word count: 1k

request: Ok so i just saw a Video where a Girl Was using his Boyfriends Cum for Skincare,then i had a idea. So like Yn complains to Enid that she hates that she cant find Skincare anywhere ( Zombie Apocalypse) and then enid throws Yn a Magazine in her Face and it says something like "Boyfriends Sperm is better than any Skincare" and then Yn ask Carl and yk smut🤪🤪🤪

you scrape the dirt under your nails as the unexpected pain runs through your body and you recoil back onto enids bed

"fuck! I forgot how sharp my nails have gotten" you mumble to the girl who's on the floor of the bed, but she just throws a nail clipper behind her back as it lands on the mountain of plush blankets

"thanks..." you mumble, expecting this normal girls' day would consist of a lot more than her ignoring you as you stumble around

"so, what were you saying?" her voice rips you out of your whining and you roll onto your stomach, putting your nails out in front of your face as you line the metal clipper with them before hearing a satisfying snap

"I know the world ended..." you jokingly start and she feeds you with a snort

"but I'm really pissed about my face wash" you confessed, another snap coming from your clippers as you move to the next hand

"what's wrong with it?"

"there's nothing to be wrong with it. it's just an empty bottle" you giggle as you clip the last nail before folding it and sitting up, you tap it against enids shoulder and your eyes move to the paper spread out on her legs

"Top ten skincare tricks of 2010?" you snort as she turns around, grabbing the forgotten clipper as you stare stars into the magazine she's gripping

you assumed she's been reading one of her comics this whole time, not pages with possible answers to your all your problems!

paper smacking your nose brought you back as the magazine slid down your face, cover on display as it lays on her fleece bed

"Boyfriends Sperm is better than any Skincare?" you gape, the model on the cover who's on her knees while a white liquid spurts onto her face. this wasn't a skincare magazine...this was a fucking porno

"Enid! what the hell!" you fall back, laughing as she nonchalantly grabs the magazine back, flipping to the page she was already at

"yeah, and I heard it's true" "from where? the fucking walkers?" you say in between your laughs

"it lists the benefits here, if you ever want to try with carl" she tosses it at you with the familiar page screaming at you

"ok, ok, Top ten Skincare Tricks of 2010..." you bit your knuckle to stop your laughing as you begin the list

"use boyfriend's sperm for...baby soft skin-" you couldn't stop your laughing as enid joins, again, snatching the magazine from you when your grip on it looked a little too tight

"don't rip this shit!" she says between her giggles, stomach aching from laughing as you sit up

"whatever, I'm using the hand soap instead of that, any day"

that entire conversation rings in your head as carl kisses down your neck in the shower, his hands traveling down your body as the boiling water meets with your skin

his dick rutting into your thigh softly as he begs for friction, your hands move down as your grip it with ease. his cock stood tall as veins shot out at his pearly tip gleamed with pre

you moved down, knees meeting with the wet tile as you squeezed your legs together, feeling your wetness run down your thigh as your cunt ached

"Carl..." you started, you looked up at him as you stroked his cock,

"do you think you can give me a facial?" you ask, you watch as his brows furrowed and face reddening, dick twitching in your hands at the thought of shooting his cum on your face

"w-what I-" "I read somewhere it's really beneficial for my skin" you spoke as you took him in, lips wrapped around his cock as the plush walls of your warm mouth sucked him in

"fuck" his head fell back onto the tile as your head bobbed, his fingers wrapped around your hair, not to guide you, just to encourage what a mess you're already making of him

your hand reached over to cup one of his balls squeezing softly as he squirms from the touch

"fuck! where did you- learn this!" Page 89 you internally snort to yourself as he endlessly moaned, you felt his cock twitch in your throat as you removed him from your mouth, jerking him above your face as you look up at him

once you heard the words "I'm cumming!" leave his mouth you closed your eyes as his warm cum squirted on your pretty face, baby batter spreading on your features as you knelt there with a cum-soaked face

you felt his fingers soothingly rub on your cheeks, collecting his own semen but he didn't mind as he asked you "do you want me to wash this off?"

"they said to wait as least 3 minutes"

"what?" "what."

an: wow I love this request! this was so fun to write and made my day! thank you so much for requesting this!! ❤︎ ilysm <33

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beenbaanbuun · 3 months

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fidget w/ jongho

words - 🥲

genre - pure fluff

warnings - nothing, just cute stuff

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no thoughts, just jongho sitting in between your legs while you’re on the couch and letting your thread your fingers through his hair. he knows you like to fidget, and he likes the feeling he gets when you gently tug at his strands, so it’s a win-win really.

sometimes, the way you twist his strands gently, makes his eyes droop. whenever you notice, he insists he’s fine, but even he can’t deny the way his eyes are drooping and his thoughts are slowing down. and when his head eventually rolls to the side and thuds against your lap, you still don’t stop playing with his hair.

you look down at him with a soft smile as you smooth his puffy hair down onto his head. it’s not like he can complain about your staring ‘making his shy’ like he usually does, so you take full advantage of that fact. not a single millimetre of his face goes unstudied as you push his velvety strands out of the way.

you smile upon seeing his furrowed brows that made a small crease form in the centre of his forehead. you always tease him about looking angry in his sleep and he always tells you it’s because you sleep to far away from him.

“if i ever look happy in my sleep, it’s because you’re tucked into my side,” he says whenever you bring it up to him, “you just can’t see it when your head in pressed against my neck.”

the tips of your fingers brush over his eyelashes, and his eyelids flicker a little. you pull back, terrified that you’d woke him up, but then a soft snore leaves his mouth and you relax again.

your fingers move down to his cheek, spreading themselves over the soft skin and giving it a gentle squeeze. it feels squishy beneath your touch, and you almost regret that he isn’t awake for you to tease him. you love the way he always rolls his eyes at you before snatching you up into his grasp and making you ‘pay for it’. it usually entails with him holding you hostage in his arms as he presses tickly kisses to your neck. he won’t stop until you’re squirming and begging for forgiveness. only then will he focus his attention on your lips for a few short pecks before letting you go.

now you’re thinking about them, you can’t help but let your gaze shift down to his own lips. they’re held in a pout that matches his angry eyebrows perfectly. the way his other cheek smushes against your legs only makes his lips stick out more and you’re so tempted to lean down and kiss him. if it weren’t for the awkward angle, you would.

you doubt you’d be able to without waking him up, so you settle for letting your fingertips dance over them, pushing against the chapped skin like his lips were merely another thing for you to fidget with. his breath is warm against your hand as you use a digit to part his lips a little. you push them back, before pulling them apart again. there’s a tiny popping sound each time you do it, and you can’t help but smile down at him.

“are you going to keep doing that?” your boyfriend grumbles, voice muffled by the way you’re holding onto his mouth. you let go, face growing hot at the idea of being caught, “because you can if you want, but i am trying to sleep and you’re making it pretty hard.”

he opens one of his eyes to peek at you, humming in amusement as he spots the guilty look on your face. you have a pout to match his, and he sympathises with you, he really does. your lips are so plush, so pink, so pretty.

moments later he pulls his head from your lap and straightens his body. you ignore the painful sound of his neck crunching as he straightens his spine, choosing simply to watch him as he stretches himself out. his arms stretch to the sky, and your eyes flicker down to the sliver of skin that was exposed by his shirt lifting up.

“no peaking,” he mumbles as he immediately goes to pull it down again. he turns to you with suspicious eyes, “i can feel you looking at me.”

“i cant help if you’re so pretty,” you laugh to him, “if you think about it, you’re the one at fault here.”

he looks like he’s considering it as he pushes himself to his feet. a ponderous hand wanders to his chin in faux thought, and you cover your mouth as you giggle harder.

“i think you’re just trying to pass the blame to me,” he eventually says. the hand shifts from his chin to your shoulder and he pushes you to lie down against the cushy sofa. within seconds, he has one thigh slung over you own and his weight rests upon your pelvis, “i can’t help how i look, but you, missy, can help those wondering eyes…”

he falls forwards, propping himself up with his palms on either side of your head. there’s a red mark on his cheek from where it had been pressed against your knee. it doesn’t take away from how pretty he is as he leans over you. you almost let yourself become entranced by his looks once more.

“i hardly think you can call them wandering if they only ever land on you,” you boop his nose from where you lay, just so you can watch the way he scrunches it up sweetly. you want to kiss it, so you do. he laughs as he feels your wet lips smothering his nose.

“get off,” he smiles as he pushes you back down to the sofa, “my nose is all wet, now!”

“not my fault you’re a cutie patootie!”

“maybe if you had better self control,” he lowers his body onto his elbows, stomach now pressing against yours to completely flatten your body to the upholstery beneath you.

you wrap your arms around his neck, satisfied that his new closeness allows you to do that. the hair at the nape of his neck tickles your arms, but you don’t move them. in fact you relish the feeling of the soft locks being within touching distance once again.

“i have plenty of self control,” you whisper. he’s so close that you no longer feel the need to talk in a tone louder than that, “i could kiss you right now, but i’m not.”

“no,” he agrees, “you’re not.”

he lets his arms go completely as he fully starfishes on top of your body. he’s heavy, but not too much that it crushes you. he’s big, but not so much that he overpowers you. he’s perfect, you decide as your arms tighten around him.

“but maybe you should…”

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xaeoism · 10 months

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Muichiro helps you with small tasks when you're injured

"Done. Just remember not to do anything vigorous that may reopen the wound again", Shinobu said whilst finishing up on the bandaging of your hand. You looked at the clean new bandages that were neatly wrapped across your right hand and recalled the incident that had caused it to get injured in the first place - your sword broke in the middle of a fight with a demon and with no other weapons left to block its next attack, you put your hand in front of you and the demon's fangs sank straight through your flesh.

Great. Due to this injury, not only are you not able to train properly for a little more than a week but it would also hinder with your lifestyle and make simple tasks just so much more difficult than it should have been.

As you stepped into you and muichiro's shared estate you wondered if he was around to help you with some menial tasks but seeing as to how quiet the place was you assumed that he was out on another mission and decided to take a bath before making dinner for the two of you.

You stepped out of the shower feeling even more tired than you were when you went in due to the inability of your right hand. You then walked over to your dressing table and picked up the blow dryer to try and dry your hair before your shirt got drenched by it. As you turned the power for the dryer on, the dryer was gently taken from your hand.

Gentle teal eyes gazed into yours through the mirror as muichiro gathered some of your hair and started to help you blow them dry.

"I'll help you with that", he said, a small smile adorning his face.

"Ah muichiro you don't have to.."

"I want to.", he said firmly, locking eyes with you before his attention went back to your hair. You felt your cheeks starting to heat up as you stared at him combing through your hair with such gentility as though if he put too much pressure you'll break.

He noticed your staring but made no comments on it. He was too focused on the fragrance that your shampoo had left on your hair. After a few minutes, he combed through your hair for another time to make sure that your hair was no longer wet before placing the dryer on the table and turning the power off.

"Hey, I'm done", he said placing his hands on your shoulders.

This caused you to snap out of your daze; how long have you been staring?

"Thanks mui I really appreciate it", you replied, grabbing a rubber band before turning to him and flashing him a smile that made him feel warm inside. He looked at the band in your hand and took it from your hand again.

"Mui you have to stop doing that, and anyways I am more than capable of tying my hair up by myself. Its not even going to put any stress on my hand.", you groaned as you got up and tried to snatch the band back from his hand

"You are injured and I want you to get better as quickly as possible. So until then, I will help you with these small tasks whether you like it or not."

You sighed knowing there was no changing his mind due to how stubborn he was and sat back down.

"Do you even know how to tie another person's hair?", you questioned, trying to remember any instances where you have seen muichiro holding or using a hairband.

"I have not used one before.. but it cant be too hard"

He collected all your hair and bundled it together before using the band to hold it in place. You watched in amusement as his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Slaying demons are easier than this.. ", he mumbled to himself.

After he was done, you looked at your bun. Although it was very messy and had untied hair strewn about everywhere, the effort that he put in was evident and that made your heart flutter.

"Thank you mui. I'll cook dinner now to thank you for all the hard work you have done today hm?", you said while giving him a kiss on his cheek before dragging him out of the room towards the dining area. However he continued to follow you into the kitchen.

"I want to hel- "

"No mui. You have done more than enough for me today and I want to make this dinner to thank you for everything", you interrupted trying to make your stand clear by raising your tone.

"I must be a demon if I let the one I love do something like this by themself when they are injured, so no, we will make this dinner together", muichiro said gently grasping your hands while looking at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. You couldn't find it in yourself to say no once more and sighed.

"Okay, let's start before you get your next mission"

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ruewrote · 1 year

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𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff, f2? SONG INSPIRATION: just cant get enough by black eyed peas WORD COUNT: 868

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you never had much money. living as a pogue proved that, but you didn't care.

you didn't keep up with the latest cosmopolitan since you were out surfing instead.

getting dirty looks from kooks as they judged your worn-out tops to your ripped vans, but you had no shame about it. holding your head high as they whispered behind you.

from time to time you wondered how it'd be to live big and fancy, but wouldn't trade what you had with your friends for anything else.

from the lazy hangouts at the chateau to the risky adventures, the bond that pogues had was unmatched. they were your family.

so when you started your new job working at the kooks country club you wanted to show your gratitude and bought each of them small gifts.

a golden turtle broch for kiera, an expensive pair of trainers for pope, and so on and so forth.

everyone was hyped about their gifts, you received many hugs and thanks but not jj. he sat on the sofa, rolling the black marble ring that you had gotten for him between his fingers.

an appreciative smile displayed on your lips, standing up and walking over to you, interrupting the conversation that you were having with sarah. giving you a knowing nod, she sat on john b's lap across the room, her arm around his neck, his hand on her waist.

"is everything okay?" concerned as jj sat beside you, his knee knocking into your own whilst doing so.

"i cant accept this." that made you frown and your brow furrow.

"of course you can, i wanted to spoil you a little. it's well overdue from all of the times that you've either paid for my food or i've stolen yours." playfully nudging his arm with yours, jj still didn't look convinced.

"you deserve this. as much as you're talking yourself out of it, it's true. its about time you got some well-deserved appreciation." you persisted, nudging the ring gently back to his chest.

still looks doubtful you made a promise.

"okay fine if you take this, this one time, no more expensive presents. only because i have one to match." lifting your hand gesturing to your pinky, slipping his on, and wrapping his finger around your own.

"promise?"

"promise."

you stuck to what you said to jj, you hadn't bought him a single expensive item, maybe treated him to dinner from time only after arguing back and forth about it, it ending in him giving in.

you had also made it your life's goal to make him gifts, whether it be finding pretty shells on the beach or decorated notes of appreciation.

yeah, it might've been insignificant to anyone else, but you felt a sense of pride when you watched his face light up at the silly little homemade trinkets.

from then on it just became a random thing you did for him even if you didn't get the others anything.

both of you agreed for him to sleep at your house since his dad was not having a... particularly good day and obviously not wanting him to be at the receiving end of it, he crashed at yours. this happened often enough that your parents let him stay over as long as the door was open.

so now you stood over the stove, stirring the pasta that was bubbling for the mac and cheese that you were making. jj making it ten times harder as he started doing stuff to distract you like eating the pre-grated cheese.

your hand slapping his wrist as he yet again went to reach his fingers into the bowl.

"i swear to god if i have to tell you again jay!" he giggled and ran out of the kitchen as you grabbed the cloth off of the side, following not far behind him.

after a while of chasing each other around the house, you finally cornered him in the living room, trying to whip the material.

unfortunately for you, he managed to snatch it out of your hands, wrapping his arms around your body and falling onto the couch on top of you so you couldn't do anything.

"let go of me!" wriggling around to find a way out.

"why would i do that when i know what the outcome will be? hey im dumb but im not that dumb."

letting out a huff, you relaxed into his arms knowing there wouldn't be any way of getting him to budge. he overpowered you every time.

"ugh fuck you dude!"

"you wish sweetheart!" jj winked at you, it wasn't until then that you realized the position you two were in.

he laid on top of you, in between your legs. faces two inches apart. your mouth went dry, looking at him was an even bigger mistake because when his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes... you melted.

jj leaned in closer, your lips nearly touching when the smoke alarm goes off.

"shit the food!" you both dashed to the kitchen, turning off the fire, and making sure everything was fine. it was. laughing relieved.

you both wished deep down that the alarm had never gone off.

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Dirty Hot Pogue Pt. 4

Warnings: public unprotected sex, cheating, fingering, insecurity, jealousy

Three days.

Three long agonizing days go by. I hide out at my parents beach house, unable to stop my pathetic tears or eating my feelings. He doesn’t have my number so he cant text me but I did manage to get his number. Every time I think I want to text him, I remember how he dismissed me to deal with Kiarra.

What did he tell her? Would she stay quiet? Did he see how she looked at him?

On top of everything else, my stupid boyfriend is blowing my phone up about Midsummers. He’s worried about his suit matching my dress. I have to get the right shade or it’ll clash. I’d rather show up in something totally opposite just to piss him and our parents off. I didn’t give a shit about coordinating outfits and pictures for the paper. Not anymore.

I needed to get JJ Maybank out of my head and out of my body. I wished I’d listened to him after the first time and called it off. Letting it just be a one time thing like he said. Now, we were in too deep. I missed him. I craved him. He was stand offish most of the time but he was sweet and charming. He genuinely cared even if it was too much. Even if it would fuck him over in the end.

I hated how torn up I was over a dirty hot Pogue.

My phone rings for the 13th time today and it’s not even two in the afternoon. I groan, answering it without even having to look at the caller ID.

“What, Bryce?” I bite out.

“Good morning to you, too.” Bryce snaps, the irritation clear in his tone.

“It’s two in the afternoon.” I retort, downing the rest of my coffee.

“Whatever. Have you picked up your dress yet?” Bryce asks, like I didn’t read and ignore his 37 texts messages.

“No.”

“I figured. I made an appointment for you to pick it up at four today. So get ready and make yourself decent. You’ll need to get your nails done too.” I ground my teeth until I swore they’d shatter.

“I don’t need you to—.”

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to lately and I don’t care. This is Midsummers. We get through this and people will leave us alone until we go back to school. Just get your shit taken care of.” Bryce hangs up before I can comment. I slam my phone down on the island, fighting back angry tears.

Might as well get this shit done and over with. It’ll take me two hours to get ready anyway.

I don’t stop the roll of my eyes when the shop owner brings out a pastel pink, high neck, floor length dress. No fucking way.

“You don’t like it? It’s the one Mr. Riley picked out for you.”

“No, I don’t like it. Please bring me anything you have that’s strapless and knee length, as far from that color as possible.” The shop owners eyes nearly bug out at my request but I don’t care. I snatch up a pair of six inch heels and find the dressing rooms at the back of the store. I strip, slipping on the heels in nothing but my thong when there’s a knock on the door.

“Just hang them up and I’ll get them.” I scoff. I wait a moment before opening the door and reaching for the hangers. I furrow my brows when I’m met with nothing and suddenly the door is pulled from my grasp and someone shoves their way inside, locking the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, falling back on my ass on the bench. JJ’s eyes narrow, taking in my nearly naked appearance and heels. Whatever he was going to say seems to leave him as he starts to breathe harder, his eyes darkening with desire. I could feel the tension between us. My entire body reacted to his intense gaze. I loved more than anything knowing he couldn’t take his eyes off me no matter where we were.

“You cannot be here.” I hiss, carefully standing and concealing my chest by crossing my arms. His eyes narrow into slits, his jaw clenched like he’s angry.

“Big date?” JJ asks as his eyes lock on my ass in the mirror behind me. He bites his bottom lip as he brushes his hair out of his eyes, looking like he wants to take a bite.

“Midsummers.” I scowl, feeling the heat wash over my limbs. JJ doesn’t comment, just continues to stare at my body with hooded eyes so I push more.

“How’s Kiarra?” My jealousy reared it’s ugly head and my face burned bright red. I didn’t realize how pissed off I was until I had to face him again.

“Don’t worry about Kie.” His calm, dismissive tone only pisses me off further. He doesn’t even look me in the eye when he says it because he’s too busy looking at my pussy. My temper boils over.

“Get out. Get the fuck out. I never wa—.” My angry words are cut off by him wrapping his hand around my throat and yanking me against him, kissing me hard. I shove at his chest, ready to fight when he fists my hair, pinning me against the wall as his tongue dives in my mouth. I kiss him back just as hard and feverishly, biting at his lips while pushing at his firm chest. I knew as soon as he got his hands on me, I’d turn to putty.

He hikes my leg up on the bench, his fingers tugging the strap of my thong to the side and spreading my lips.

“Stop. Not here.” I whimper, terrified of getting caught with him here. My life would be over but my vagina didn’t care as he expertly strokes my clit, smearing my arousal.

“Then you better cum fast.” JJ growls against my lips, his fingers entering me hard. I gasp, fisting his shirt as pleasure erupts all over my body. He presses his lips to mine to silence my moan, just as there’s a knock at the door letting me know my dresses are ready. My body arches off the wall as he curls his fingers.

“Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for. For more? For him to stop?

“You ghosted me for three days.” JJ growls, adding a third finger and stretching my pussy painfully wide.

“You have no right to be jealous of Kiarra when you’re shopping for Midsummers to go with your fucking boyfriend.” He strokes my G-spot, my legs threatening to give out as my entire body trembles.

“M-my boyfriend doesn’t look at me the way Kiarra looks at you.” I bite out. His brows furrow, eyes narrowing as he jerks his hand harder. I cum with a sob, dripping from his hand and down my thighs as it wrecks me completely.

“Did you ever stop to think about how I look at you?” JJ whispers, his expression softening just a little as he removes his hands. His eyes become hooded and there’s a pink hue to his cheeks as he pants. My heart swells as I stare back at him, sliding my hands up to grab the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. My insecurity and jealousy seems to melt away as he devours my lips with more intensity. I suck his tongue into my mouth and he snarls, grabbing my ass and grinding his cock against my belly.

“There’s only you.” JJ murmurs, setting off more butterflies inside me.

I wanted him now more than anything. I needed him inside me like I needed my next breath. I quickly slide my hands down, tearing at the button on his shorts and he smiles.

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard.” I pant, shoving his shorts and boxers down his thighs then wrapping my hand around his length.

“You wouldn’t be able to be quiet with how hard I want to fuck you. You drive me fucking crazy.” He spins me, pressing my front to the wall and turning my head to watch us in the mirror. I watched as he guided his bare cock to my entrance, bending his knees just slightly before thrusting upwards inside me. I bite back a moan, my eyes fluttering closed from the delicious full feeling.

“Don’t ever leave my body.” JJ growls, thrusting inside me slow and hard. His hand finds my throat and I completely relax against him, panting against the wall as I watch the pleasure wash over his face.

“I thought you didn’t want this.” I rasp, reaching backwards and clinging to his thigh. I wanted all of him against me. I wanted to feel him sweat. I’d scream and beg except I’d almost forgotten where we were.

“I changed my mind.” His lips find my neck and I clench around him, as it drove me crazy to watch him fuck me in the mirror. To see the way he responded to me. I did that. I drove him crazy. I made him hot and wild and feral with need. Kiarra didn’t do that. I did that.

“Do you want me to pull out?” He whispers into my ear, giving me chills and making me moan softly.

“No.” I murmur, my body on the brink of another explosive orgasm. JJ grunts into my hair, his hand tightening around my throat as we reach our peaks.

“God, I love these heels on you.” His hips snap forward harder and harder until I can’t breathe as the wave takes me under and he’s moaning into my ear as he paints my insides. Our bodies tremble against each other as my pussy milks him dry. We stay like that for what feels like hours although it’s probably only minutes.

His kisses turn sweeter, his hands caressing every part of my skin he can. I’m almost ready to go again when there’s another knock on the door.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” I gasp, pushing away from JJ at the sound of Bryce on the other side of the door.

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corpsebasil · 11 months

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I am BEGGING for a part two of Spidey!Ethan!!!

If you ask you shall receive

Spidey -> Ethan Landry Part Two

It’d been a day since Spider-Man had kissed you, and he was all you could think about. The feel of his mouth, regardless of the latex, had made you crazy. The moment he’d left you’d squealed into your pillow, kicking your feet like a school-girl with a crush.

Now, headed to school, you paused on the way to your car parked at your complex, and stared at the car already parked as close to your entrance as possible. Ethan rolled the window down and stuck his head out, waving at you.

“Need a ride?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“No thanks.”

“Y/N.” You heard his car door open and slam shut as he moved towards you, even as you made a valiant effort to ignore him. “Y/N come on, I’m sorry for leaving. I had a thing and—”

“What thing?” You asked, whirling to face him. “Explain yourself, nerd. I don’t like to try and kiss people and then be bolted on. It’s embarrassing.”

“I—” His face flushed and he looked at his shoes, kicking at the gravel. “I’m sorry. Quinn was having an issue. I had to help her out, okay?” He promised, moving closer to you. He touched your crossed arms and jostled them lightly, watching as you fought your hardest against a reluctant smile. “Please forgive me? I’ll beg if you want.”

“No begging.”

“I will.”

“No—” You let out a surprised laugh when he moved to kneel and you grabbed his shoulders, tugging him back up. “Stop it, my god.”

“Am I forgiven?” He asked, giving you that boyish grin of his, and you sighed. “Fine. Fine. But I’m hungry, so—”

“Watch this, wait.” He urged, rushing back to his car to yank open the passenger side. He waved a paper bag from Starbucks at you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Egg bites? The ones you like?”

You gave him a mock frown.

“Are they the whites or the regular?”

“See for yourself.”

You snatched the bag away before peering inside, then slowly looked back at him, a coy smile on your face. He raised a brow, smiling proudly, and you sighed.

“Okay. Fine. You’re forgiven, E.”

“Thank you!” He said, moving forward for a hug, before he stopped. “I mean, yeah. Thanks.”

You rolled your eyes again and moved forward, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re sweet. Now drive us to school.” You told him, slipping past him into the passenger seat. Then you gasped, lifting up the second iced coffee in his cup holder, his usual sugary order of a brown sugar latte in the first hole. “You got me an Americano!”

“Told you I liked you.” He said, shutting the driver’s side door behind him, and if it wasn’t for your crush on Spider-Man, you swore you would’ve kissed him.

In your apartment that night, you heard the familiar knock on your window and practically flew out of bed, already in your cutest pjs. You had a bright smile on your face as you opened up, scanning his masked face as he crouched on the fire-escape, propping his arms on the window-sill.

“Y/N.”

“Spidey.” You looked him over quickly, then raised a brow. “Got any more paper cuts?”

“No.” He admitted, tilting his head, and you bit your lip. “Just wanted to see you.”

“Mhmm.”

“I brought you something.” He said, and picked up something next to him. When he lifted the bouquet of flowers you laughed, reaching out to take them.

“How’d you know I liked tulips?”

“Lucky guess.”

You smiled and clutched them to you, heart filling with warmth. Then you paused.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

He shook his head regretfully but reached out, taking your hand in his. He ran a thumb over your knuckles and, through the whites of his mask, you weren’t sure if he was looking at your hand or you.

“Cant. Got work to do. But I just—wanted to see you first.”

You blushed, squeezing his fingers with your own, and ducked your head.

“I’ve been thinking about you, you know.” You told him, raising a brow. “But you’ll be happy to know I made up with my friend. He got me Starbucks.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Are you jealous?” You asked, and he tilted his head again.

“Any guy that gets to spend time with you, yeah. I’m jealous of.”

You stared at him for a moment, then sighed, setting the tulips carefully on the carpet beside you. You leaned forward a bit, tracing his face with your fingers.

“I like you.” He said. “A lot.”

“Were you charmed by my medical skills?”

“Yes. That and your ability to make amazing salads.”

You rolled your eyes but he reached out, distracting you, and ran his fingers over your lips. You swallowed, heart racing at the touch. Then he sighed, sounding a bit exhausted, and gripped your hand tighter.

“Would it be—too sudden..if I said I really wanted to kiss you?” He asked, and you immediately leaned forward, but he pulled back. “No. I meant—” he seemed to struggle for words for a brief moment. “without the mask. I’ll—I can pull it up over my mouth or something.”

“But you said you—”

“I know what I said.” He interrupted. “But I changed my mind.”

You swallowed again, nervous, and reached for the mask.

“Wait wait—sorry. Can you…turn the lights off?”

You grinned, standing up and cutting off your bedroom light before you moved back to him, sitting on your knees in front of him. He sat up as well, leaning farther into the window, and you watched in the dim light as he pulled his mask up over his mouth.

You reached out, touching his lips as he did to yours, and marveled at the warmth and softness of them. You felt breathless as he touched your face and pulled you into him, connecting your mouth to his. The sigh that left you was involuntary as you pressed harder against him, gripping his neck as you moved you lips against his in a kiss that was long overdue.

Before you managed to do more than run your tongue over his bottom lip he pulled away, your eyes still closed.

“I—” he whispered, and there was a familiar quality about his unmasked voice that caught you off guard. Your eyes flew open, straining to see the full outline of his mouth and chin, before he tugged his mask back down. “I’ll see you. Tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You mumbled, eyebrows knit as you watched him go, swinging off into the night.

Something was scratching at your brain, something odd, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

The game was over quickly and all of the cheer squad had lost the required weight. You were fucking starving, though, after the strenuous event, and you and Tara were both bitching about how bad you wanted a burger when Chad burst out of the boy’s locker-room, jogging to catch up.

“My favorite girls.” He said, wrapping a sweaty arm around Tara and planting a kiss on her brow. “What’s the plan for tonight? You guys going to the after-party?”

“Cant.” You said, sighing. “Tara and I need to study.”

“Where’s Ethan when you need him?” Chad teased, groaning playfully. “Tareeee—”

“I think he’s sick.” Tara said, frowning as she ignored her boyfriend. “He hasn’t been answering his phone since before the game. He’s completely MIA.”

“He didn’t go?” You asked, a bit disappointed. Ethan always went to your games, without fail. “Has anyone called him?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t pick up.”

“I can call him.” You said, following the couple into the parking lot. “Tara, you drive.”

“Okay. EW!” She swatted Chad away when he planted a fat kiss on her cheek. “Go shower!”

“I only use baby wipes! Preserves my man-smell!” He yelled, running towards his friend’s truck.

“You’re nasty!” She yelled back, but she was smiling. “Did he answer?” She asked glancing at you as you tapped at your phone, but you shook your head.

You were on your way home when you saw him. You’d been carrying groceries, headed to your apartment after studying with Tara, when you heard your name called. You turned, stunned, then screamed when your eyes took in the boy sitting against the alley wall next to your complex, blood soaking the ground around him.

“Spidey?” You demanded, dropping your bag on the ground in shock and bolting over to him. Then you froze, your entire body running cold when you realized the full extent of what you were seeing. Ethan.

“What the fuck?” You demanded, stepping closer to examine the split lip and the bloodied cut on his temple, his dark hair matted with blood and sweat.

“Y/N.” He groaned, tear-filled brown eyes meeting yours as you crouched, your eyes darting down to the mask he clenched between trembling fingers. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Just. Just shut up.” You snapped, looping his arm over your shoulder as you hauled him up, grabbing your groceries as you passed them. His loud sob of pain was cut off between clenched teeth and you felt a pang in your chest, your mind focused on getting him into the apartment.

He had trouble with the stairs, panting the entire time through his nose, but by the time he got inside your home he collapsed onto the couch. You watched as he smacked feebly at his chest, releasing a button on his suit that had it going slack. Ignoring the wet sound of him peeling the suit off, along with his muffled cries of pain, you sprinted to your room, gathering up medical supplies as well as a bucket of water and a cloth.

When you made it back you halted, trying to ignore the sight of his toned body in only boxers, and focused instead on the long gash running from his chest to his abdomen. Along with that, his tan skin was muddled with pale scars and bruises, some dark and bluish purple, some greenish yellow with age.

“Fucking hell, Ethan.” You mumbled, moving to crouch in between his legs to get a better look. You swallowed the lump in your throat and began to clean around the wound, ignoring his hissed noises of pain. “It’s fine. It’s fine, okay?”

You trembled as you soaked a pad in alcohol, eager to disinfect his wound as fast as possible. He was already sweating profusely, signs of an incoming infection, when you looked up. His eyes were closed, expression pinched. Your eyes darted to his mouth, then back to your work. You had kissed Ethan. More than once.

Shit.

“How did this happen?” You asked, trying to distract him from the pain as you cleaned the more shallow cuts on his skin, ignoring the gash for now.

“Some robber with a knife.” He said, voice strained with effort. “You should see the other guy.”

“You stab him or something?”

He snorted.

“Not my style. I webbed him to a wall—fuck.” He yelped, letting out a barely suppressed cry as his hand flew to your shoulder, squeezing as you applied alcohol to the gash. Your skin warmed at the contact and you swallowed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine it’s—” but his chest was rising rapidly, his head lolling forward with effort to look down at you between his legs. You glanced up, then flushed at the eye-contact. “I can explain everything, okay?”

“You’d better.” You mumbled, feeling his hand relax as you finished cleaning up; the bleeding had slowed for now, but he desperately need stitches. He watched, tensing, as you threaded a needle and swallowed, your well-trained hands stilling completely as you calmed your mind. “This is going to suck, okay? But I’m here.”

“I know.” He said, voice shaking, his hand tightening on your shoulder again.

Then his head fell back once more as he yanked a throw pillow up and screamed into it, the sound muffled by the fabric when you completed the first stitch. His thighs tightened around you, holding your body in place as his hand shook against your skin.

The entire process was slow and meticulous, though you wished it wasn’t. You had steady hands and it was great stitching, but he had cried out into the pillow the entire time, and his fingers were sure to leave bruises on your shoulder. As soon as you were finished he slumped lower, letting out a muffled sob as his grip eased.

“Worst parts over.” You told him, your voice shaking with effort to stay calm and collected as you picked up gauze. “I need you to sit up a bit, E.” He dropped the pillow, his red eyes meeting yours as he swallowed, biting his already split lip raw as he tried pushing himself up a bit. “Use my shoulders.”

He did, propping his weight up on you as lightly as he could to move his back off the couch. He was trembling again, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked, his brown eyes slipping shut. When you moved his hands to your hips and stood, his head sank to rest on the front of your uniform top, smearing it with blood.

You didn’t care.

You wrapped gauze around his torso as tight as you dared, tying it off and pausing, your hands moving to linger on his hunched shoulders. You sighed and placed a hand on the back of his neck, running your fingers through the soft curls there.

“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Ethan?” You breathed, lifting his chin to look up at you. His face was wet with both tears and sweat as you stared down at him, and he swallowed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You liked him.” He mumbled, voice slightly slurred. “I thought maybe if I could’nt have you as me, then—”

“Do you not remember the entire conversation we had about me liking you? What about when I tried kissing you and you bolted?” Your brows furrowed in frustration. “You kissed me.” You whispered, staring as a blush rose to his face and he tried to escape your grip.

“Of course I kissed you. You always save me.” He said, brown eyes wet with tears of both pain and sorrow. “I cant help but have feelings for you. I told you that.”

“Then get that I like you for you.” You said, pushing him back slowly to rest against the couch again. “I would’ve loved you whether you were Spider-Man or weren’t. You should’ve stayed that night. As you. You should’ve stayed and I would’ve been yours.”

He swallowed, and you watched another tear run through the blood on his face as he nodded, his eyebrow furrowed. You moved forward again, leaning to grab the cloth and clean up the blood from his head and mouth.

“I’ll need to clean your hair..” you mused, ignoring your racing heart as his doe eyes watched you, his face cleared of blood.

You smeared Aquaphor on his bottom lip and looked at him, your thumb lingering. His hand rose up to grab your wrist gently. He kissed the tip of your thumb, eyes watery as he gazed up at you.

“Y/N..” he murmured, his breath warm against your hand.

“You need to stop getting hurt.” You told him, swallowing the tightness in your throat. “You’re going to start having to pay me for all my services. You leech.” He chuckled and you forced a smile.

“Did you mean it?” Ethan asked, pressing your palm to his cheek. “You..love me?”

You blinked, barely aware that it had even slipped out of your mouth. But it had.

“Yes.” You said, and you pulled away, clearing your throat as you collected your supplies and dumped the bloody rag into the dirty clothes. “I can wash your suit. Is it hand wash or—”

“Y/N.”

“—does it need to be air dried? I don’t have a dryer so I use a rack, but—”

“Y/N.” He urged, wincing as he scooting towards the edge of the couch. You turned your head. “I’ve loved you since…since you—”

“Pretty confessions can happen later.” You told him, fighting the war of emotions bubbling inside you. “Please. I need you to just let me be your doctor right now, okay? I need you to..” Let me take control. I need control. You almost said. “I need you to just—just hold on.”

He was silent as you put your stuff up and grabbed him your strongest pain killer, one that was definitely not over-the-counter, and some water. You approached and offered it to him, watching until he’d taken both pills and swallowed them. Then you took his hands, guiding him towards the bathroom.

“Can you sit on the floor?” You asked, and he nodded, gritting his teeth as you lowered him to the tile. You ran warm water, tilting his head back over the edge of the tub. “Do you mind?”

“No.” He said instantly and you smiled a bit at his quick reaction.

He stayed quiet as you began to slowly wash his hair, a slow hum of pleasure leaving his parted lips as your fingers massaged his scalp. You opened up your shampoo—strawberry scented—and began to scrub, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp. His chest rose and fell a bit faster at the contact, his long-lashed eyes closed. You glanced at his face, slack with relief, and felt a pang of affection run through you.

This boy—Ethan—was Spider-Man. The two boys you’d been falling for were the same. It made sense, somehow. The way he’d kissed you, the shyness, the playfulness, the familiar cadence of his voice—it was all him.

As you rinsed his hair, then toweled his head off, he opened his eyes and looked up at you softly. You were kneeling beside him, his tall frame so close to you that you could smell the strawberry scent on his now-washed hair; could see the slightly golden flecks in his eyes. You ran your fingers across his cheek, then your knuckles, watching his lips part further as his eyes softened.

“I do love you.” He told you quietly, reaching up to run a hand through your ponytail. Then he glanced at your uniform. “I got blood on you. Sorry.”

“It’s—” you both looked down when your stomach growled, loudly, and Ethan let out a startled laugh. “Okay, look. All I’ve had today is a protein shake and a granola bar.”

“Baby.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m going to web your coach five feet off the ground and let her dangle.” You giggled and he smiled. “But seriously. Please eat.”

“Only if you eat.”

He raised a brow.

“Have you seen me? All I do is eat.”

You smiled and flicked his nose, but he caught your wrist, pulling you down to him. When he captured your mouth with his own your stomach dropped straight into your ass, your eyes sliding closed at the warmth. You pulled back an inch.

“Am I hurting your lip?”

“I wouldn’t care if you were.” He murmured against your mouth, kissing you again, his head chasing yours. His lips were as soft as they were when he’d first kissed you, his hand cupping your neck, pulling you closer. When he finally pulled away, resting your forehead against his, he was panting slightly, his brow knit. “You’re so gorgeous. I don’t tell you enough.” He said, looking up. “And you’re smart. So fucking smart.” You frowned and he continued, running his thumb down your cheek. “I’d be dead without you. Multiple times over.”

“Multiple people would be dead without you.”

“Semantics.”

You both chuckled as you ran your fingers through his wet hair, a soft smile on his face.

“Come to bed, okay?” You urged. “I’ll make us both soup. We can cuddle or something. You need to rest.”

“Doctor’s orders.” He tried standing and flinched, his face paling. So you helped him up, moving slowly, and he pressed a kiss to your neck as you walked. “What would I do without you?” He teased, and you turned to place a kiss to his mouth.

“You’d be one medic down in your arsenal.” You grinned. “And you wouldn’t have a hot cheerleader girlfriend.”

He laughed and you smiled, and you knew this was only the beginning of you both.

WELLLLL

#spiderman #spiderman x reader #peter parker #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x y/n #Ethan landry

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exporius · 6 days

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Crimson colored glitter

Sun looked at daycare assistant y/n across the room as they furiously scrub at a specific spot on the large freddy plush. Y/n flashes a glare to sun but only for a second. Its enough to make suns chest ache with an upsetting feeling he cant really identify, but it upsets him. But before sun can even show any form of theatrics or defend his name, y/n is already walking towards him with the wet rag in their tightly clenched fist.

"Sun." They sternly pointed a finger towards the animatronic, til they were toe-to-toe, index burning as it presses into suns chest plate. "No. More. Glitter. Ever." Y/n's voice is tired and angry, but it doesnt stop a snicker that leaves suns voice box.

"You cant do that~" the electric and booming voice made y/n's fury only bubble further up inside. He was always so brave, always willing to stand up against his dear old assistant, he enjoyed how they would writhe under his gaze. "You work for me!" His tone is light and playful, but y/n knew better.

"Well i wont be working for you if keep making messes that are practically impossible to clean up!" Y/n cant help but snap back, earning a frown from the ever smiling animatronic that could easily grab them and break them in half. Easily so.

Those words werent meant to be any deeper than just a quip, a comeback formed by y/n's quick thinking. Something they got better at when they started working in the superstar daycare. But sun, oh poor sun, cant help but analyze every word with ones and zeros. The tall yellow figure stood there examining y/n, that is before he snakes his uncomfortably long metallic fingers under their arms and lifts them into the air.

"Oh, you havent seen impossible messes."

Y/n squeaks, but not from being picked up, but by the tone of the suns voice. What did he mean by that? The way his voice rumbled so deeply in his chest and reverberated in y/n's soul.

"Oh? If you think its so easy? why dont you do it?" Y/n challenged, swallowing the fear in their throat and ignoring how their life lied in suns hands as he held them.

Strangely, y/n could see the edges of suns smile twitch wider; an amused hum coming from him making their brows furrow.

"Alrighty then," the tone the solar animatronic used returned to the cheerful optimism y/n was used to. But why? They could rack their brain for an answer. What messes? Was sun really just being an ass, or was there something they were missing.

As y/n remained distracted in their thoughts, sun took liberty in carrying them towards the staff counter. He placed them down nearby before snatching the rag from y/n's tightly clenched fist.

"How about you take a well needed break. I think working more will just make you keel over and pass out. And we cant have that. You know how much paperwork that is.." sun continued to ramble on as he made his merry way back to the stain that y/n abused with soap and water, saying something about how fragile humans were or something along the lines. Y/n only could only respond with an eyeroll, crossed arms, and a huff as they sat down behind the staff only desk.

#i love writing first thing in the morning #and yet i can't finish any essay tossed my way #id willingly write a book tho #this was just sposed to be a concept but then i kept going #take this as you will #dont acknowledged their beef #theyre secretly in love with eachother #five nights at freddy's #sun x y/n #sun x reader #fnaf dca

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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Do you think you could write a snippet, for any of your fics?

Have multiple snippets! Guess which each is from!

.....

This felt like his past, like the painful ache of everyone he’d known before the Calamity haunting him. He didn’t know their circumstances, he didn’t know what had happened to them, he’d barely been able to start piecing it together. He’d barely even resolved to try to piece it together, stories and people from another life a century ago gnawing steadily at his sanity.

But Sky wasn’t a phantom from a past he couldn’t remember. Sky was a part of his life now, and he was terrified he’d become another lost Champion, another piece of his life that just vanished into thin air with no explanation, no closure, nothing.

Wild hugged himself a little, feeling ice cold and alone. Goddess, he hoped Sky was okay. He wanted to get up and look for him now. The sunlight was beginning to make the horizon glow, and he shot to his feet to wake the others. He doubted they’d mind the early start.

A bush rustled and snapped, and Wild grabbed his bow and arrows in a heartbeat, yelling, “Everybody up!”

Snores and yelps sounded around the camp, and a figure shot out of the bushes with its hands held high in the air, eyes wide and terrified.

“Easy!” the figure said shakily, and Wild recognized the skinny, muscular physique and voice after a few seconds of confusion. The postman took a steadying breath as Wild lowered his arrow while others scrambled for weapons and then froze in bewilderment. “I have a letter for a Mr. Rusl, I’m just passing through to get to Ordon.”

Legend dropped his sword to throw his hands in the air. “Do you ever sleep?!”

........

“Is that why you sell my stuff?”

“One does have to make a living—”

“You have a job, Ravio.”

“B-but what if it isn’t enough, you know I need comforts and the world can be so unpredictable and scary—”

Legend’s phone buzzed again. Sighing even more heavily than last time, Legend snatched the blasted object to put it on do not disturb when his eyes caught some of the words in the texts.

—help and I don’t know what—

Furrowing his brow, the travel nurse unlocked his phone to read the messages fully.

hey need a a favor wellaact ually actually maybe more of yeah I need a favor look I might be a liytle tipsyandd cant drive ok hang on swearica n type ha stnadby Ok. Typing slow. Need a drive. Ride Whatever I can’t drive myself an I need help and I don’t know what else to do Don’t want Wind to see me like this pls

Legend stared at the mess of texts. He… what? Why was Warriors drunk texting him of all people? He typed, Can’t you call Time? Or Sky?

Time would fuss Sky would worry Pls Ledge?

Legend frowned. You think I won’t fuss?

You alwayssfuss

His ire flared. I do not!!

LEDGE RIDE PLS

This night couldn’t get any worse. UGH FINE YOU MORON JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE

......

His mouth became a thin line. “And I… I screwed it all up. I cursed everything, everyone. I cursed them.”

“Link,” Zelda said, caught off guard. She was struggling to understand how Demise had survived as well, but she wasn’t blaming either of them for it as he seemed to be. His worries were clearly eating him alive.

“Don’t,” Link immediately hissed, growing stormy. “Don’t even try it. You did everything right, you did your part, you trusted me to finish things and I didn’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Zelda asked, putting a hand to his cheek. “Link, you defeated him. We had no way of knowing—”

“I did,” Link spat, pulling out of her reach and turning away, his hands shaking as he clenched his fists. His shoulders hunched and his entire body was so tense it was ready to snap. “He said it himself. I thought—I was such a fool, Zelda, I—I thought—he started speaking about how his hatred would follow my spirit and your bloodline, and it sounded like the dying words of a monster, I—I didn’t realize it was a curse, that he was—I didn’t—I d-didn’t—”

Link’s body stiffened even further as shuddering gasps and hiccups interrupted his words, and he bowed his head, hugging himself. Zelda immediately rushed around him to face him fully once more, dragging him into the tightest hug she could muster, willing all of her love into it.

“You had no way of knowing,” she repeated as she processed what he’d said. “And who’s to say it was a curse right in that moment? Who’s to say it wouldn’t have happened whether he spoke it or not? Who’s to say there was any stopping it? Link, I was a goddess. I was a goddess and I couldn’t stop him. You did everything you were meant to do – you solved the puzzles, you tempered the Goddess Sword and made it into the Blade of Evil’s Bane, you traveled through time, you got the Triforce and used it to kill him. You beat him. It was Ghirahim who screwed everything up.”

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #writing #also since this is the only way I can communicate this to everyone:#I JUST WATCHED THE MOST RECENT EPISODE OF HERO'S PURPOSE BY MAJORLINK #AND I AM S C R E A M I N G

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asirensrage · 1 year

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I always write Tengen as the friend who knows all. He just sits in the background watching all this madness unfold like:

“You haven’t changed much,” he slurs through the murkiness of your thoughts. You turn to Tengen, agave sitting heavy on your tongue. Squinting through the haze of the night, you catch sight of garnet-infused eyes twinkling with amusement.

Confusion hangs between your brows. “What’s that s’posed to mean?” you chide, a punch aimed at his bicep.

Tengen merely shrugs, glancing across from you. You warily peek at a particular blondie you’ve been avoiding all night. A smirk cants Tengen’s lips when your gazes realign, brows waggling. The warmth inhabiting your neck stems from more than just alcohol.

It becomes tough to swallow. Throat pulsing, blood thundering in your ears. The frayed threads of your denim are suddenly more interesting, winding between shaky fingers. Ten’s never been one to letup, cornering you like you’re the proverbial lamb laid to slaughter.

“Better say somethin’ before I do,” Tengen drawls. Side-eyes you whilst throwing back another shot, his glass striking the table with finality.

You shrink beneath his scrutiny. Know that he’ll do good on his threat. He’s never been one to pull punches. Your idle crush has driven Tengen ragged over the years, to the point where he’s come close to diming you out on numerous occasions. Would it be selfish of you to ask him to hold onto your secret a little while longer?

He casts you another warning look before hauling himself up from the bench, leaving you at the mercy of your pride and anxiety.

You’re reaching before you know it. Find his hand through the discord, snatching Kyojuro away from his conversation, a question hanging in the air. His eyes shine with worry, fingers curling into your palm.

“Think I’m ready to go,” you breathe, fluttering your lashes against the wetness gathering beneath them. You offer a facsimile of a smile. “Tequila’s not sittin’ right with me.”

The way I DIED at that expression because I can picture that all PERFECTLY. Of course, Tengen is the one who's paying attention and 100% tired of this bs and willing to push them. I also adore how you know that he would and you're like "retreat! retreat!" ...not that it does much good, lol.

I love this. My excitement skyrockets when I have an ask from you, lol.

#comatosebunny09 #asks #demon slayer

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 2 years

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Haha tysm!!!i cant believe i got into my fav college!

So...can i request gojo x female reader,where reader is one year younger than gojo and is a sorcerer as well,and is the second years' teacher?and she studies outside the jujutsu tech as well,and the day she gets into the college she wants and can study microbiology while fighting curses,she rushes to where gojo is and jumps on him while laughing and telling him the news???what would his reaction be???

(some of her family and friends are super happy for her while the others look down on her cause they think her major isnt good enough?)

Tysm! Have a good day/night!

That’s cool! Hope you have fun at your college! (*-`ω´-)👍

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You grumbled as you heard your phone alarm go off, lifting yourself up you search through your scattered pillows and covers to find your phone and shut off the annoying ringing. You stretched your arms up and yawned before looking back at your phone to check the time. You grumbled more, too tired to start your morning routine and head over to Jujutsu High. You were exhausted more than ever, the anticipation of waiting on a letter keeping you up at night. You had applied to your favorite college and you were still waiting on your letter of acceptance. You begrudgingly drag yourself out of bed and start getting ready for your job.

Your shoes clicked along the floors of Jujutsu High as you made your way into the classroom.

“Morning, kids.” You yawned out

Yuta Okkotsu and Panda called out a good morning while Toge Inumaki calls out a rice ball ingredient and Maki Zenin stayed silent. You smiled at your students, all still behaving as themselves.

“L/N Sensei!” Panda called out, “Did you receive the letter yet?”

You raise a brow at Panda. You don’t remember ever mentioning to your students that you had applied to college and were waiting on your acceptance letter. You sigh in defeat,

“Gojo Sensei told you guys, didn’t he?”

All of your students nod.

“That idiot really can’t keep his mouth shut sometimes.” Maki let out bitterly.

“Well, it’s not like it was any sort of large secret.” you replied to Maki.

“Yeah, I’m sure he was just too excited, you know? That it slipped out. Excited for L/N Sensei that is. Since he’s not the one applying to college.” Yuta chimes in, trying to back up his other Sensei for his loose lips.

Maki sighs as she crosses her arms, “Whatever. As long as he doesn’t go out telling anyone my business.”

You smile once more, “Okay kids, let’s focus now.” They all turn to you, gaining their attention once more.

You had sent the kids out to go train in the field so that you could go get some paperwork done. You walked down the long hallways of Jujutsu High once more. You mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of anxiety. What if the college hadn’t accepted you? Where would go next? The other colleges you had in mind weren’t bad schools but you really wanted this one. You’d be sad if you didn’t get accepted. Your thoughts clouding your mind, making you lose all focus on the world around you as you clashed into someone else who was turning the corner. You stumble back with a yelp and large hands catch you.

“Now now, is Y/N falling for me again?” A familiar voice called out to you.

You look up to see Gojo smiling widely at you, his marble blue eyes hidden behind his usual blindfold again.

“Satoru! Sorry, I was just thinking. I wasn’t aware where I was walking.” You give Gojo a tight hug and a quick peck on the check to greet him. Gojo reciprocating as well to give you the same greeting.

“So, did you get the letter?”

“No, not yet. I checked the mail before leaving and there was nothing. I can’t handle the suspense anymore.”

“Don’t worry to much over it, Y/N!” He wraps an arm over your shoulders, “I’m sure the letter will come in soon and you’ll be accepted. Now what’s this?” He grabs the papers from your hands and peers at them. “Paperwork? How gross.”

You laugh at your boyfriend as you snatch your papers back, “You’re a teacher too, Satoru. You better be doing your paperwork as well.”

“I get to it when I can.” He smirks. “The kids out in the field?”

“Yeah, I sent them out there about thirty minutes ago.”

“Great, I’ll leave you to your boring paperwork and I’ll go meet up with the kids. See you later, Y/N!” He places his large hand on the top of your head and ruffles your hair slightly with a soft smile before walking the opposite direction. You continue down the hallway to get back to your work.

You shift was finally over and you were making your way back home. Gojo usually liked to join you but he had to stay for a meeting he couldn’t avoid. You finally arrived home and immediately ran to your mailbox. Opening it, you see a handful of papers and grabbed them all at once. Heading back to your door, you flipped through the papers until you finally came across it. A letter from your college. You squealed in delight as you started to head to your front door faster. Swinging it open and running inside as it shut behind you. You toss the other mail to the side and quickly start to open the envelope. Unfolding the papers as your hands started to shake with excitement and anxiety. You eyes quickly scanning over the letter to read that you had been accepted. You jump around with glee while shouting excitedly. You quickly grab your phone to call Gojo.

“Toru! Are you done with the meeting now?”

“Yeah, just finished.”

“Can I meet you now?”

“But of course my love! I’ll head over to your place right now. See you in 10.”

You hung up your phone and danced around in excitement. You couldn’t wait to tell Gojo the great news. You hear a car door slam outside and you quickly open your door to see Gojo. You quickly run out of your house and towards your boyfriend. Your arms spread out as you lunged towards him, Gojo wrapping his arms around you to catch you before you both could tumble backwards.

“I got in! I got in! Satoru, I was accepted!”

Gojo laughs and smiles, pulling you in for a tighter hug, “Y/N! That’s amazing! I’m so, so happy for you! I knew you’d get accepted! You’re so smart and you worked so hard to get into that college. I’m so proud of you.” He places a hand against your jaw to bring you in for a kiss. You smiled in the kiss, still barely able to contain your joy.

“Now let’s get inside, it’s cold out here.” Gojo laughed as he started to guide you towards your front door.

“Oh, I can’t wait to tell my family and friends! I’ll call them tomorrow, it’s pretty late now. God, I just can’t get over this. I’m so happy right now. I’m smiling like an idiot.” You laugh

“It makes me extremely happy to see you this happy, Y/N.” Gojo beams once more before bringing his hand to the top of your head, placing a small kiss on your forehead before ruffling your hair.

“Now I can finally study microbiology and fight curses? That’s so cool!! Thank you for supporting me the entire way, Satoru. I don’t think I could have done it without your help.” You scoot yourself closer to him and hug him tightly along with a lingering kiss on his cheek.

“Of course, Y/N. I’m always here to help you. If college ever becomes to stressful, you know you can always lean on me for support. I’ll help you with everything that I can. And don’t overwork yourself with Jujutsu and school! I don’t want my pretty Y/N getting so stressed. It’ll make you age faster.” He teased at the end as he strokes stray hairs behind your ear.

“Satoru! I’m not that old! I’m only one year younger than you.”

“Yes! And you look wonderful, but stress can cause wrinkles.” Gojo continues to joke around.

You laugh at him and nudge him with your elbow.

Gojo walked into the empty classroom. The students had already left to go on their assigned missions and you were alone, organizing your last papers and cleaning up the classroom a bit.

“So, did you tell your friends and family yet?” He strolls closer to you, hooking an arm around your waist and giving you a quick kiss.

“Yeah, I did…”

“Hmmm. Didn’t it not go as you thought it would? Your answer seemed a bit dull.” Gojo worries.

“I mean, some of them were happy for me. And I greatly appreciate that. I’m glad they support me. But some of them questioned my major…”

“Questioned your major? Why?” Gojo asks.

“They don’t think it’s good enough…” your voice starts to grow quieter. You really thought it was a good major. Even your students were happy for you and found your major fascinating. But maybe they were just being polite… what if your other friends and family were right. Maybe it was a stupid major.

“Not good enough?” Gojo remarks. “Well that’s just fucking stupid.” He starts to scowl.

“Satoru.” You call out, not expecting such an irritated tone from him.

“What? It is. How could they not be proud. Microbiology is a fantastic subject to major in. Takes a lot of brains to be able to understand that stuff,” he taps your forehead, “I’d like to see them try and master that as easily as you do. You got a knack for that stuff, you understand it like it’s nothing! I’ve seen you work on some of that stuff before and even I was confused. If they don’t think it’s good enough, they’re clearly wrong.” Gojo huffs out angrily.

You smile widely at Gojo, hugging him tightly and hiding your face in his chest.

“Thanks, Satoru.”

Gojo hugs you back, his arm hooked around your waist as his other hand rests on the top of your head. Your soft hair grazing across his lips as he places a kiss on your head.

“Of course, Y/N. I always got your back.”

#i hope this was good enough 😭#college wasn’t for me so I hope I got the emotions and anticipation for it right 😵‍💫#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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erabundus · 2 months

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@momijiba &&. said... out of nowhere, kazuha wraps a familiar scarf around ren's face. it was the very same scarf that kazuha had given him on christmas a year ago. he tried his best to have the scarf smell like him and that his fiancé had something to remember him by when he wasn't with him. ❝ happy valentines day, my love, my everything, my precious aoi hasu~ ❞ whispering every word into ren's ear and giving a little kiss on the outer shell.

a faint sound of surprise tears itself free from his throat — somewhat muffled, courtesy of the scarf. by now, the wanderer would have assumed he should have AMPLE TIME to grow accustomed to kazuha's antics — yet reality all too often has a way of straying from one's expectations. though he feigns a lack of amusement with how hands grasp impatiently to pull the soft fabric away from his face, there's a quizzical tilt to his lips that suggests ren is biting the inside of his cheek to keep from SMILING OPENLY. ❝ was handing it to me too difficult for you? ❞ a touch of his usual snark bleeds into the words, though it's ultimately more conversational than genuine critique. it takes a few moments for him to recognize the scarf, shoulders falling — as if the scent alone is so calming, it drains every scrap of fight from his body. there's a pause, fingers dragging over the familiar material. when did the human snatch it away from him? he hasn't a clue.

ren has frequently been quite BLUNT in his disregard for mortal festivities and holidays. when one lives as many years as he has, what appeal they might hold has a tendency to burn out rather quickly. it's only quite recently that he's been given a reason TO CARE once again. not for his own sake — but rather, for that of those who seem determined to gather around him despite the great personal risk. valentines day is one such example; he can't recall a time he ever celebrated it prior to meeting kazuha. were he not in a RELATIONSHIP, the wanderer doubts he would ever pay it any attention at all. he thought himself incapable of the feelings he inspires within him, much less the type to dabble in something as human as marriage.

eyes close for just a moment. that familiar scent is more intoxicating than the finest perfume. ❝ ... thank you, my heart. ❞ a scrap of genuine TENDERNESS peeks through his sea of poisonous words. just as quickly, ren's eyes open yet again — and he cants his head, arching a thin brow.

❝ i don't suppose you'd be interested in joining me for dinner? ❞ the invitation is spoken CASUALLY — as if it is a spur of the moment decision and not practically a given. one hand sneaks forward as he speaks, capturing the ronin's own and intertwining their fingers with undue care. ❝ unless you would prefer a different avenue to celebrate ... ❞ there's an air of implication to his words that contrasts quite harshly with the chaste way he raises their hands to his lips — a featherlight kiss pressed to his fiancé's knuckles. ❝ i'm in a surprisingly good mood, ❞ the wanderer continues, ❝ if you have any ideas, i'm not opposed to indulging them. ❞ it isn't as though he doesn't already endeavor to use what limited means he has available to spoil kazuha in whatever way he can — but the offer feels particularly MEANINGFUL today of all days.

#momijiba #( the return of the scarf... 🥺)

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s0dium1 · 2 years

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JUJUTSU KAISEN BREEDING KINK

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguo, Sukuna Ryomen, Geto Suguru, Yuji itadorj, Megumi Fushiguo, Warnings: 18+, Breeding kink, overstimulation, pregnancy kink, cum kink, cum play, sub-space, mirror sex, nipple play, daddy kink, Hard!Dom x reader, filming/photography, monster! Sukuna

Yuji Itadori

Yuji cant count the number of times he’s touched himself to the thought of filling you up with cum over and over again, till glistening tears streamed down your pretty face and you were meekly begging him to stop.

He doesnt know why but to yuji, its almost instinct to fill you up, and how could he resist? From the way your hips swayed to your honey coated whines that escaped your mouth when he aggressively kissed you, you were practically asking for it.

“Yuuji~!” you coo, reaching up and planting messy kisses along his chin. Heavy, hot pants escape both of your mouths as your hips struggled to meet his brutal pace, to no avail. Quite frankly yuji didnt know how much longer he could keep this up, of course he knew you’d feel good, but not this good. Fuck, his flesh light felt like sand paper compared to the way your sticky walls sucked and clenched around him. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me please dont sto-” You cut yourself off with as squeal when you felt Yuji pull out for a quick second before slamming back into you with a grunt; the nearly inhumane girth of his cock making you dizzy at the surprise entrance. “Mm’feel so good baby, m’so good y/n” Yujis whines were muffled due to how his face was buried in the crook of your neck, your scent only serving to bring him closer and closer to the edge. “m’ gonna cum- princess m’gonna cum inside.” he cuts of with a groan of his own, shooting thick white ropes of his cum into your swollen and wanting womb.

Megumi Fushiguro

See the thing is, Megumi didnt even know he had a breeding kink

It wasnt until he came in you for the first time, it wasnt until he watched it spill out and cover your pussy in a creamy white glaze that he became addicted.

From that point on, Megumi loathed condoms.

The side of your mouth was a mess of dripping drool. Legs spread apart by the crooks of his elbows, you let our a strangled whine as you watched Megumi hammer himself into you like a starved man. “’Gumi!” you sob, reaching up to bury your face in his neck, “Please cum in me please!” “The fuck did you just say?” He growled, brows furrowed and arm muscles straining as he continued to hold your hips in a death grip and fuck you. You met his stare, breathing heavy with sweat dotting your brow. “I-I, want you to cum in me… please.” Black eyes widened at your words, causing a warm rush of pleasure to spread through your tummy and tighten the coil. “Oh, you filthy little fuck.” His movements began with renewed vigor, hips snapping against you almost painfully as you moaned without restraint. You felt full; completely stuffed by Megumi as he stretched your hole with every thrust.

Sukuna Ryomen

One of the many kinks the curse has

Nothing, and he means nothing is more satisfying than pressing down on your tummy and watching the load of cum spill out from you.

And whats the harm if you get knocked up while he’s at it? The king of all curses needs an heir anyways.

A hum of satisfaction escaped as he watched your used battered body twitch in the reflection of the mirror every time Sukuna teasingly rubbed your clit in half circles with his thumb. “Beautiful girl, such a natural submissive”. Two of the curses other muscular hands played with your nipples, twisting and running over them with his index finger and thumb, flicking over them like one would turning on and off a light switch. How long have you been sitting in his lap, letting fingers work into your pussy to the very brink of a mind splitting orgasm, only for the high to be snatched away from you? “Look at you” Sukuna hummed, his hips grinding further, harder into your ass, and you keened at the massive hard length that poked into your back. “So needy, so fucking greedy for everything that I’m giving you.” “I want m-more!” you sob, your body hyper-aware of how fast his curled fingers were pounding into you. In an inhuman display of strength, Sukuna hoisted you up to face him and used his other two arms to position you onto his dick. “Dont worry little thing, I’ll fill you up soon.”

Gojo satoru

Of course he loves cumming in you, in fact you should be honored to have his cum. Gojo is the chosen one after all

Likes to see you clench and struggle to hold all the cum in

Especially loves to see you beg for it

You wonder if you’re still dreaming. It feels euphoric, being completely surrounded by Gojo’s entire being - his intoxicating smell, his hot skin, his hypnotic voice filling your ears. “oh, where did you float off to, princess?” he coos, watching the glossy, faraway look take over your eyes. Despite this, Gojo keeps up his brutal pace his breathing becoming jagged and irregular. There’s no warning when he comes. “Shit” Gojo spoke through a gritted smile as he blows his load. Almost as if he was unfazed by his ejaculation, Gojo keeps sliding his member in and out, his milky semen leaking out as he continues to push into you relentlessly, not loosing a second of speed.The sounds, god the sounds where sinful. Wet skin against skin echoed through the room the sloshing of cum trapped inside you, his thrusts are not only slicker and frictionless with the help of his hot cum, “M-mhm..” your humming earns a guttural groan from the male underneath you, “m’ Please dont stop satoru please dont stop” you cry, and how could he not? He couldn’t stop now. His body had kicked into auto pilot, a primal need for you settled in as he thrusted in and out, creating a methodical fast rhythm that echoed in your ears. How could someone be so addicting? Gojo chuckled. “Fuck babe, your killing me.”

Geto suguru

Above all else, geto suguru is a family man

There is nothing more he wants then to see your belly round with his kid, to watch your breasts swell with milk

“Fuck princess you feel so fucking good.” Geto’s words come out accompanied with a chuckle, basking in the way your walls hug his dick. He uses you like his personal cock sleeve, shaping your insides so he fits ever so snugly inside you, bruising your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity. Long stray black strands of hair from his loose bun as he bent his neck to whisper into your ear. “Want me to fill you up dont you? Watch you grow round our child—” His thumbs roll over your hardened nubs as he gropes at your chest, causing you to keen at the added stimulation, “—These will fill with sweet sweet milk, we’ll make sure there’s enough to share with me. Isn’t that what you want?” Geto’s balls slap against your ass with every thrust and he retracts his hips until the tip pokes out to admire the sheen dripping to his base before fitting himself back into your snug walls. “Oh fuh-“ His voice comes out breathless. You can feel each harsh contraction of his balls while he creams inside your pussy, such a tight fit that a ring of it seeps out at the base of where he’s connected to you.

Toji fushiguro

Of course Toji has a breeding kink, he is a father after all

Its almost a little game off his, how many times can he cum in you.

Loathes condoms. Toji hates the plastic flimisy things, you will take his cum.

Perhaps hating condoms runs in the family

.“FUCK that’s fucking good.” he says between grunts.“Toji, i-it hurts….mmm, oh!” Tears trickled down your face and yet your hips were needly bucking up to take his cock like there was anything else of him to take. What a glutton for punishment you were, but soon that burning pain became something just as good, even better actually, delicious pain, and your were soon arching your back and locking your legs around his back. Holding you in place so he could fuck you.The sound of your hips meeting was so loud, you were sure anybody walking by would know what you were doing; then again, it wouldn’t be the first time.He buries himself deep into your creamy pussy, relishing in the warm feeling, before pumping a heavy load of warm cum into your womb.His cum wouldn’t stop until your belly was swollen with his hot cum, and he eventually fell off of you with a shaky, shallow breath.Your whining, your pleasure, it was all because of him. And fuck, he loved that power, loved what he did to you.

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fragileizywriting · 2 years

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alright this one is gonna take me a while to type out so stick with me. i would put a wip / six sentences banner but given that i’m writing this on my phone, i don’t actually know where it is. actually, hold on, i might as well

(this is going to be a bitch to clean up and edit afterwards, i’m already dreading this)

tikki demands her lover back from hell

(also sorry for the weird past/present tense shifts throughout this, mobile is ALWAYS trying to change verbs into past tense, it’s so stupid)

after a game of cat and mouse, with plagg hiding behind columns and bannisters and railings, holding onto the desecrating stone like a lifeline, tikki finally snatches his ankle with a vine. he freezes when he falls onto his butt after a harsh tug, his tail doing poor work of supporting him when he looks up to her, a woman who fumes in her spot with her hands out to raise vibes from out the ground. she’s furious.

“hello,” he tries.

no matter how many attempts and how many reasons he gives, these phantoms follow. most of them are always a little bit too off— making her too tall, too high pitched, too skinny, trying to ‘perfect’ her as if he wasn’t in love with everything that she was. like the fates and whispers down here want to convince him that he didn’t truly love her, just the idea of her.

but fates, how much he loves her. he thinks of the curve of her smile and how it’s not perfectly symmetrical. he thinks of her arms, weathered and strong, and how she’d been able to lift that tree off of him— he thinks about that every night, thinking about how this short, plump woman had made that tree look like a twig. he thinks about the curls that framed her rounded face, curls that made its gentle way down a large bosom and larger hips. he thinks about her, all of her, and how he wishes he could kiss her delicate finger tips until he couldn’t breathe any more.

“how do you do?” he tries again, when her frown deepens. he doesn’t remember that line between her brows when she did it, but perhaps this whisper is just filling in the gaps of his feigning memory.

“i thought you’d be happy to see me.” her face is crinkled and frowning, poppy seeds on her face making such pretty constellations. every whisper has a different pattern, never quite the same. “instead i see you running away? have i done something wrong?”

“you’re a well-made one,” he laughs. her vines recede back into the beaten, dirt floor underneath them.

“what?”

“i almost feel as if you’re real.”

“what are you talking about, my lord?”

“your cloak almost looks real.” he’s nowhere close to comfortable to touching her. long vignettes about life up above are embroidered into her shoulders and down beautiful panels of an orange-brown fabric. it glistens gold, just as much as the goddess herself does. beautiful and lovely.

“that’s because it is real,” she snorts. “are you out of it, plagg?”

he knows better than to entertain the whispers. he starts to turn, ambling towards some direction he’s unclear of so long as it gets away from her. her, her, her. “it is nice to see you. please enjoy your time here.”

another vine creeps up against his leg and pulls, forbidding him from leaving. “is that all you have to say to me? i came down here as fast as i could after five hundred years and this is—”

“—five hundred?” he whispers. “now i know you’re not real. it’s been longer than five hundred since i’ve last seen you.”

“of course i’m real. don’t you feel my vines on your skin? i cant be an illusion if i’m touching the vines on your skin… but what does that even matter? you’re treating me like you don’t care,” she huffs. completely ignorant to how he sags.

“eight hundred and seventy two years. five months, twenty six days.”

“oh.”

“fifteen hours… twenty minutes and fifty seconds.” his ears flatten against his head. “that’s how long it’s been without you, my goddess.”

“you’ve been counting?”

“the one joy that i had in my life— the only god i cared about— has been away from me for that long. life has no real meaning without you. i’m so barren and empty that i don’t know what to do.”

“but— why are you acting so coldly?”

“you can’t be here. and you aren’t. you’re a figment of my imagination, the way that all others were, trying to keep me company and sane in this broken castle. but you aren’t here. the real goddess is above. away from me, and away from what my father did to her.” how long has he been crying for? how long has his cheeks and eyes wet the cloak on this whisper’s form, even while she holds him tight, close enough for him to scent the wild flowers she tries to cultivate? how long has it been since he’d been in these arms, breathing, trying to keep everything inside him and not breaking down?

“i am here,” she whispers into his shoulder as they hug. “the fates let me through the gate. i’ll show you.”

#speakizys #fire lily petals #this is like a proof of concept for now #i’m sleepy and tired but i love these two so much

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smolcuriouskitten · 2 years

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The Letter

The wedding was beautiful. The ceremony and reception was a blur with the amount of drinks Rockelle had. Waking up the next morning, she was still wearing her makeup and her hair was a mess but one thing was missing. Sebastian.

Sitting up, she held her head with a groan. The hangover was going to be shit since she didnt prep for it before hand. "Sebby?" She calls, rubbing her eyes and cracking her back. She heard shuffling but no answer, so she walks downstairs in her robe. Sebastian was wearing a pair of boxers and was sitting on the couch. He had a little envelope on the table that was closed with wax. "Hi kitten. How did you sleep?" He asks, not acknowledging that he wasnt in bed with her.

"Good I guess. You?" She notices the letter and raises a brow, reaching to pick it up. "Did we forget a wedding gi-" She starts and the letter is quickly snatched away from her, Sebastian standing up and wrapping his arms around her before she could say anything. "No no. This letter is private. Thats good that you slept well. I slept okay I suppose. Lets make you some tea for your hangover." He deflects and Rockelle looks up at him confused.

"Um...Okay. Thats fine I guess. I dont get you with the secrets. We are married now love." She responds and she gently pushes him off, walking to the kitchen and sitting on the counter by the stove. "A good husband must not reveal all of their secrets." He quips with a wink, making her roll her eyes. Everytime she would ask a question about something, he would deflect it.

She didnt know at the time but it was a letter meant for his other lover. He married her as a cover since he couldnt come to terms with his identity. For months, he would continue to send letters back and forth to his second lover, catching the letters before Rockelle could get to them. She knew something was up, him not touching her as much, not wanting to be around her, and him not wanting to sleep with her.

It was rare on the occasion that they did have sex but it either happened once or twice every 3 months or not at all. She had her suspicions but she never had any concrete evidence that he was doing anything. This was until he stopped coming home. She called, texted, hell wrote the old estate they used to work at together with no answer. A week turned into a month, a month turned into a year. She still wore the ring despite her husband not in the picture.

She kept that hope in her heart that he would come back if he wasnt dead. Then one day after a long day of work, her hands sore from the sewing and labor of being a seamstress, she was ready to go to sleep. Opening the door, she heard banging and the sounds of moans and groans. This would be normal if she lived in an apartment with other residents but she lived in a home, without roommates or anything.

Going upstairs and following the sound, she found Sebastian and a man in their...no her bed. She went through the 7 stages of grief standing there, the initial shock of seeing him. The denial of him being balls deep in someone else. The anger from him leaving without a trace. Bargaining with herself, thinking if she could take the jail time if she does something drastic. Depressed that he chose someone else over her. The acceptance of the situation and the pain that was processing in her heart.

His pleads and their shuffling meant nothing to her. His 'i can explains' or 'dont be upset' all were ignored as she threw the bed out of the window, both of them still naked. She throws his stuff that she neatly packed into a suitcase on them, cursing and crying in Korean, getting the ring thrown on top of their scrambling bodies, both putting on clothes in a hurry.

"Baby wait- I cant understand what your saying!" Sebastian called and Rockelle threw his cologne at him. "YOU DONT WANNA KNOW WHAT I EVEN SAID. GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY." She screams, her red eyes and heavy pants, her aura boiling with anger. Sebastian apologizes to the guy, whoever they were she didnt care, he just takes his stuff and gets into their car and drives off.

Rockelle is always left to be the one to pick up the pieces and her heart was left broken while Sebastian found love for himself.

#i think too much; {dabbles}

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