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f10werfae · 1 year

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My Little Love

pairing: Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Short!Reader

summary: they're at his parents house because she's meeting his family and one of his relatives says something about their size difference which triggers Henry's size kink (Major Dom, Loving Henry) (requested by @hallecarey1 )

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Bunny don’t worry, you look so pretty n’ gorgeous” Henry smiled smoothing back Y/n’s hair which was tamed back with a white headband. His bulging arms going around her smaller frame, pulling her flush against his chest, a squeal leaving her mouth as his fingers dipped underneath her skirt and pressed against her freshly groomed pussy.

“Stop being naughty Henry! I’m meeting the rest of your family for the first time and I don’t wanna keep them waiting” Y/n whined shoving his hands off as he laughed smugly, his hands falling to grope her ass roughly before walking over to reach for his car keys. “You ready to go love?” Henry said intertwining her smaller hand with his, watching as she applied another smooth layer of pink lip gloss skilfully, putting it into her small Hermes bag.

“What’s wrong bunny? Why you shakin’ a storm over there?” Henry frowned driving down the country road, his hand settled onto her exposed thigh, his thumb rubbing it soothingly. “Well it’s the first family gathering i’m going to, and all your aunts, uncles and cousins are gonna be there” She said smiling back up at him, her hand holding onto his tightly, playing with the multiple rings adorned on his fingers.

“Listen once we get there, I guarantee they’ll all love you like I do, well maybe not exactly like I do” Henry chuckled gripping her thigh rougher, prompting the smaller woman to laugh and press a wet kiss onto his beard covered cheek. The car falling silent once they pulled into the large house’s driveway, the front filled to the brim with an array of different vans and cars.

“Hold onto me, m’nervous” Y/n breathed out shakily, holding onto his bicep as she watched her boyfriend knock chirpily on the oakwood door.

“Henry my baby! awk Omg and my future daughter-in-law, I missed you!” Henry’s mother Marianne laughed pulling Y/n into her arms, kissing the younger woman on both cheeks, pulling her back to look at her. “You look stunning lovely, we need to do another spa day this month, bet you’re sick of looking at this face all day” Henry scoffed as his mother tugged on his chin, not even receiving a hug from his own ma.

“He’s alright I guess, I missed you too” Y/n smiled sweetly, enough to give anyone a toothache, her demeanour not faltering as she was brought straight into the living room filled to the brim with relatives. Henry’s hand on the small of her back, his fingers drumming softly.

“Awk Henry is this your wee darling! She’s such a small thing, bless her soul she’s so pretty” One of Henry’s aunts exclaimed, holding Y/n in her arms turning her side to side, everyone in the room smiling at the new arrival. “Henry you must have to be so careful with her, must break like glass with a touch of a finger” She winked at them both, causing something to spark inside Henry, the rest of the family laughing the seemingly innocent joke.

“Oh we’re far from careful aunt Luce, surprised she isn’t in pieces yet” He smirked coming up behind her, her head levelled with his chest, both his arms wrapping around her shoulders to clasp in front of her chest. “Hen! That’s so inappropriate, i’m sorry everyone” Y/n scolded, her face heating up at everyones laughs, a small gasp erupting as she felt something hitting her ass from behind.

“Ma i’m gonna go show Y/n around the house, been dying to show her my old room” Within minutes Henry had taken his woman up the stairs in the mansion, her having to jog a little to keep up with his long heavy strides. “W-wait Henry slow down” Y/n gasped as she was pushed into a random room at the end of the extended hallway, realising she was in a room surrounded by DC comics. Henry’s room.

“Sorry bunbun, can’t slow down, all their comments just got to me you know? Break like glass? Bloody laughable” Henry laughed tauntingly, his hands pushing Y/n over the edge of the bed, flipping up her skirt lewdly revealing her cotton white underwear. These were definitely new.

“Henry we can’t, they’re downstairs, what if they hear?” Y/n gasped feeling his middle finger rub up and down her slit, causing the fabric to cling to her wet pussy, a small damp stain starting to appear. “Woahoho look at this love, this is what I needed to see”

“W-what are you doing bear?” Y/n said looking back to see Henry shoving his face against her ass, feeling him take a deep inhale against her pussy. “All freshly shaved for me huh? You smell so fucking good, feel how hard you make me” Henry coaxed taking her hand, not even comparable in size to the bulge basically jumping out of his jeans. Y/n immediately felt her mouth water, remembering all the times her poor pussy had been impaled on his cock.

“I want it, need it now” Y/n said curtly scrambling to turn around and unbutton his jeans and unzip his pants. “Aren’t you eager little one?” He smiled cupping her face, pressing a soft endearing kiss onto her pouty lips, tapping her cheek softly to let her continue her plan. “Actually bunny, lay back for me, be my little starfish yeah? I’ll take care of you n’ quick” He cooed pushing her flat against his old king size bed, a small squeak leaving her as she slightly bounced on the mattress.

Pulling her dress over her head roughly, Henry smiled noticing her chest was left bare, there was a reason he bought a dress with a built in bra. “I love your tits baby, soso much, make me so fucking hard” Henry growled cupping a breast in each hand, his thumb rubbing over her slowly hardening nipples which pebbled in his hands.

“Now for this sweet pussy” Pulling her cotton panties off with one swipe, her bunched it up and shoved it under the pillow her head was on. “What if i’m too loud-“ Y/n felt Henry clamp his lips onto hers, her full lips being sucked in passionately as his tongue eagerly searched for hers. Spit dripping down her face from the corner of her mouth, a whine leaving her as she watched Henry wipe her face with her panties.

“What baby, don’t like the taste of your pussy? Tell you what I love it, love to eat it morning day and night, favourite fucking meal” He growled kissing her again, tasting remnants of her own pussy on her tongue, making him even more harder. His cock now springing out of his boxers due to being so engorged,

“Really? That’s how I feel about this cock of yours bear” Y/n whispered kissing his cheek, fisting his cock in her soft hands, her hands running up and down her nape. “i’m going to cum all over you, wan’ fuck you all night, my little love” Henry moaned humping his sensitive cock against her naked mound, her clit starting to poke out against him.

“yeah feel me fill that little pussy? God you’re my woman aren’t you” Henry nodded along with her as he slowly inched inside her, her voice whining as his thumb rubbed slow circles on her poor clit. His smile widening as he thrusted slowly and deeply, making sure to hit the deepest spots, one which he knew sent her into a frenzy.

“Henry feel so good, could keep you in me forever, you’re so big” Y/n whined, her tits bouncing rhythmically against Henry’s chest, his minty breath fanning her face as he whispered dirty filthy things ‘Gonna make you carry our baby yeah? Maybe they’ll be jus as small as you were? Been dreaming of the day i’d be able to make you a mother, mother of my babies, let everyone know you’re able to take my huge cock’

“F-fuck Henry I cant, ya know that gets me” Y/n whimpered softly, hiding her face in his neck. Henry always knew his words and slow, deep thrusts could get her cumming in minutes, and it doesn’t take him long to follow. “Wait! Mm’sensitive oh my gosh, mmmy oh my fuck” Y/n mumbled highly pitched, her hips slowly grinding against his actively thrusting hips, feeling him chase his own finish.

“Gonna fill you up bunny, right up here” Henry growled smoothing his hand up her stomach, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips, reminding him of just how lucky he was to find someone who loved him like she did. Man if only he knew how lucky she felt, finding a man like Henry to take care of her like no one else before, her big scary soft man.

“Yes yes yes wan’ it now” Y/n grunted cupping his face roughly, her tongue swiping over his lips, his tongue flicking against hers; his cum filling her to the brim. Both of them whining in satisfaction and overstimulation as they watched their mixed juices flow out onto his old superhero sheets. Fuck sake how were they going to get out of this now?

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cataclysmic-cathexis · 7 months

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episode 5 moments that live in my head rent free

This is a safe space ship

"The bar is on the floor"

Izzy, stealing Lucius' cigarette, taking a drag, blowing the smoke back into Lucius' face, calling him "twatty", then putting the cigarette back in Lucius' mouth

What the fuck is wrong with them I need to study them in a lab

"...but what did he say about me, specifically?"

*flirty* "Maybe I could teach you a new thing or two" SIR I'M SORRY WHAT

IZZY SLAPS STEDE'S ASS?????

Fang gonna catch some fishies

Stede asking the priest breathing his gasping last breaths if he wants a glass of water

"playing las maracas with the devil"

Jim is so hot in this episode

They're hot in every episode but this episode specifically

Why is Izzy just hanging out in a chair in Stede's room watching him twirl around, I am LOVING it

THE FLOWER

THE DOGGIE

Someone needs to post the complete sketchbook STAT

Love triangle is OUT, throuple is IN

Roach has invented peanut butter

Stede twirling and flipping his coat all over the ship, he is such a dramatic lil bitch and we love him so much for it

Izzy and Lucius again?? Flirting?? Making heart eyes at each other?? Izzy gives Lucius the little shark he's carved?? Calling him "twatty" as he walks away?? WHAT IS HAPPENING

"Don't listen to the devil suit, it wishes to deceive us"

Izzy crossing his wooden leg over his healthy leg and muttering "rude"

Archie miming stabbing the suit and Jim just looking at her like god she's so hot

The congratulatory post fight recap / compliments

Stede and Izzy's little moment <3 <3 <3 <3

Lucius proposing brb I have a TOOTHACHE this is so SWEET

THIS ENTIRE NEXT 5 MINUTES.

FANG'S REAL NAME IS KEVIN

#ofmd s2 ep5 #the curse of the seafaring life #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd

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cirrus-ghoulette · 1 year

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Ghouls teethe.

It happens for about a month after being summoned.

They're summoned with all their teeth, but no fangs. Those have to grow in over the canines they already have.

This leads to some very pouty ghouls.

Sunshine, the latest summon, is exceptionally pouty about it.

She's very bouncy normally, and when a sibling of sin teaches her to cartwheel, she cartwheels almost everywhere. But this toothache has her curled up in the common room, pouting to herself, her hand over her mouth.

The ghouls try to help.

Mountain gives her his drumsticks to gnaw on (she snaps them almost instantly between her teeth and steals extras from his room when he's not looking).

Aether offers his quintessence, which helps a little. It doesn't seem to alleviate all her pain, however, and it makes her very drowsy.

Cumulus offers a cooling touch, which helps with some of the burn in her gums.

Copia helps in a slightly unorthodox way.

He sees her struggling one practice, constantly running her tongue over her teeth and cupping her hand over her mouth, which really doesn't help with her part as a backup singer.

He walks straight up to her, which is pretty fucking intimidating when you've only been on the earth for two weeks and the Satanic Pope is making a beeline for you.

He looks her over for a moment, then lifts her upper lip with a gloved thumb and tuts at how red and swollen her gums are.

"You are teething, huh?" He asks, to which she nods, her face flushed red in embarrassment. "I see. Join me in my offices after practice, I will help you."

When she joins him in his offices, he has her sit on his lap. For easy access to her mouth, obviously. With one hand, he pours a dram of whisky. With the other, he pets her hair, murmurs soothing words, says that all ghouls go through this and he knows how uncomfortable it must be.

He caps the whisky, then asks her if she's tasted it before. She shakes her head. She's tried beer, and spritzers, and cocktails that Swiss comes up with, but whisky is... Fancy stuff. The ministry is not wasting its alcohol budget in ghouls that have high alcohol tolerances.

He tells her about how this is his favourite, an Aberlour 12, imported from the north of Scotland. You just didn't get good whisky in the States. American whiskey tasted of dishwater to him.

He dips two of his still-gloved fingers in the crystal glass, coating them in a thin layer of the beautifully amber liquid.

Then, he lifts her lip with his thumb, just like he had done in the practice session. He takes his whisky-soaked index finger and slowly swipes it over her gums. The relief is almost instant.

It tingles for a moment, then her gums go numb, and Sunny's almost sobbing in relief. She holds his wrist with her hand, sucks his fingers into her mouth, lathes her tongue over his fingers, fasting the firey flavours mixed with the earthy leather, then begs for more.

#Whoops accidentally made this horn knee #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #my works #headcanons #headcanon #Sunshine #Sunshine ghoulette #Sunshine ghost #Unnamed Ghoulette #Cardinal copia #Copia #Papa copia #Bun writes fics

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kiwisbell · 6 months

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Las Mañanas || Chapter 6 [javier peña]

She’s a waitress in a little café. He’s a DEA agent who likes the coffee. Just the coffee. That’s all. Or, slices of life (and sometimes pie) shared between Javi and his wife, including his tireless journey to making her his wife.

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pairing: javier peña x f!reader

rating: 18+ (mdni)

tags/warnings: javi getting the fucking love he deserves, coffee shop AU if you squint really hard, reader no longer has a shitty husband(!!), mentions of sex work, soft and sweet!javi, protective!javi, grumpy!javi, simp!javi tbh, alcohol, smoking, so much fluff, nobody fucks with javi's girl, overuse of spanish pet names, poorly-translated spanish, "she" pronoun used throughout, MARRIAGE!!, oral sex (m and f receiving), dirty dancing, back massages, unprotected piv (these two be fuckin' like bunnies), light light bondage, breeding kink!javi makes his first appearance, talks of starting a family, literally so much sweetness you'll get a toothache, wedding ring kink??? i guess??, fingering, face-sitting, dry humping

word count: ~ 8.1k

a/n: this ken's job is wife

chapter six: holding the sun in his hands

They waste no time.

It’s a nightmare for U.S. citizens to get officiated in Colombia, but since Javier works at the Embassy, he's been pulling strings since he bought the ring.

They get married without fanfare, quickly and privately, with the promise to her mother, his father, and their few friends that they'll have a proper party when times aren't so tedious, so unsteady. It's about them: Javier and his wife. His wife.

When they come home, they're both insatiable. They barely stumble through the door without him lifting her up against the wall in the hallway, but she frantically fumbles for the lock and lets him push her up against the door, never once breaking the kiss as he does it.

There’s a desperate need inside him. It tastes like blood and sweat and the sweet poison of her perfume, the languid buzz that seeps into each nerve and surrounds him with the smell, the sight, the sound of her. If he doesn’t get inside her soon, he might die. Not dramatic. Pragmatic.

They’re both louder than normal, too. She lets out every whimper and moan that tempts her lips while Javier kisses her deeply, sucking on her tongue and her mouth and groaning from the feel of her body. He can taste her through his fingers; his hands are all over her, slipping under her delicious white dress (it’s a sundress from her closet, simple, but it’s one that he always manages to get under, letting her ride him in it) and squeezing every inch of flesh he can find. He needs more than just touch; he needs to be wholly consumed by her existence.

“Just to be clear,” she mumbles somehow, although Javier is unrelenting, refusing to break away from her mouth to let her speak, “this isn’t the honeymoon.”

Chuckling, he shakes his head against her and shucks down the front of her dress. He latches onto both nipples with equal alternating fervour, swirling his tongue around them and nipping just hard enough to make her choke on her moans. When he licks his way down her body, he decides to lift up the skirt of her dress and drape it over his head, concealing himself underneath it as he takes down her panties with his teeth.

She gasps when he licks up her wet slit, writhing, one leg up on his shoulder, as he relishes the flavour of her; he goes back in for seconds without thinking, and she’s clearly not prepared for it. He has to reach up and hold onto her leg and hip to keep her from falling over.

“Let me hear you,” he says, blowing cool air over her cunt. Her groan is high-pitched and needy, loud enough to give passersby in the hallway a show. It makes him lightheaded with need. Those noises are all for him; she’s his, for the rest of their fucking lives. “Mi esposa. Mi amor. Dámelo.”

He rolls her clit between his lips. She’s a mess once he slips two fingers inside her entrance and curves them toward him, her head falling back against the door with a loud thud. “Careful, baby,” he says, lavishing his tongue over her clit. “Long night. Can’t hurt yourself.”

She can’t seem to form words as he continues to work her up to her orgasm. She makes noise, though, and fuck, it’s delicious. “Ohhhhh” is one of them, a staple of hers and a favourite of Javier’s. She’s fallen back on the classics as he licks and fingers her to completion. “Oh! Oh! Ah, I… Mmm, Jav—I’m—ah!”

She bears down mercilessly on his fingers, so tight she pushes them out, and he works her through her orgasm until he feels a surge of wetness splash all over his chin, his tie. He only pulls away because he might come in his dress pants. The problem is that he's apparently the only thing holding her up, and she doesn't catch herself in her state of complete bliss. They topple to the floor together, but he makes sure to take the brunt of the fall, letting her collapse on top of him. Her legs are still trembling and her eyes are unfocused.

“I… I'm...” She gives up on trying to speak and just kisses him, licking into his mouth and cupping his face in her hands.

“Fucking love you,” he grumbles, slanting his lips over hers, fitting them together the way they were meant to be. He finds her hand even as his eyes are closed and toys with the two bands on her ring finger. “My wife. My fucking wife. Finally.”

There are tears on her face, and they slip into his mouth. He cradles the back of her head, his other hand secure around hers. It's intimate and quiet, and he's so happy.

“Mi esposo,” she whispers, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I’m so happy, Javi. So happy with you.”

“Mmmmm,” he says, rolling it around over her tongue as they make out some more. He's crushing her face to his and fisting her hair. “Your happiness got all over me.”

She huffs. “Don’t get cute.”

Maybe it’s how beautiful she looks, flushed and sweating and panting, her dress hanging off her shoulders below her breasts. Maybe it was the way the notario said, “You are now husband and wife.” Maybe it was the way she jumped to kiss him before the notario could even finish the sentence, even though it wasn’t mandatory. He suspects it’s all of the above. He cannot hold this love in his body. It is holding the sun in his hands, trying to catch the rays before they slip out. But they always do.

He sits up with her thighs around his hips and buries his face in her chest. She holds him to her while he chokes up, tears soaking into her skin. He's the one who gets to cup the warm, bright sun in his palms for the rest of their lives.

“Javi, sweetheart,” she murmurs, her lips finding his forehead. “You’re hurting your back, honey. Gotta get up off the floor.”

He makes a noise into her breasts that sounds something like “mmph,” and lets her guide him to the bedroom. She steps out of her dress, completely naked while he strains in his pants and his too-tight tie. The sight is erotic, knocking the wind out of him, as he reaches for her hips like they’re pieces of fine porcelain. She’s here, laid bare for him, and he’s still wearing everything, but the look in her eye strips every scrap of clothing away.

“You’ve got me forever, vaquero,” she says, slowly releasing his tie from its knot. His breathing is getting deeper. When the tie slips out from around his collar, she lifts his hands and places it gingerly into his palms.

Chills, delicious and warm as honey, trickle down his spine at the realisation, the permission. Javier leans in, slanting his mouth over hers so softly, gently, that all the tension in his body becomes a memory. Here, in their bedroom, wearing silver bands that glint in the dim light, they are paired. Two souls linked. Inextricable, unyielding.

“Lie on the bed,” he whispers, a sliver of space between their mouths.

Her eyes are bright with trust and desire and she does what he says, making a show of crawling into the bed and spreading out her body in a long line. Presenting herself for him, just for him. He shifts to the side of the bed, reaching out with a thumb to caress her cheek. She moves her head to the side and slips his thumb past her lips, looking up at him owlishly. He’s so hard he leaks into his boxers, but he will not undress. “Hermosa. Lift your arms for me, baby.”

She does, letting her hands trail up her own curves before she locks her wrists together above her head. Javier ties the fabric around a pillar in the headboard and secures it around her wrists.

“Too tight?” She shakes her head. “Words, cielito.”

She gives a gentle tug. “It’s good,” she sighs. “Really good.”

Her pupils swallow her irises. Javier lets himself shed his suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. She watches every move, and he watches her chest heave. He crawls on top of her and spreads his fingers over her sternum. “See this?” His wedding band glints on her chest. She looks down and nods vehemently, a little whimper slipping past her lips. “Means I’m yours. Means I’ll make you happy, make you feel good. Lemme see it.”

She twists her wrists around so he can see the shimmer of the diamond on her ring finger. “Javi,” she says with a keening curve of her body up against him. “I’m yours. Your wife. Yours, yours…”

He leans down and swallows every yours down greedily as he kisses her like a starved man. It's not true, of course: he's got everything he needs. But hearing the word wife has a uniquely aphrodisiacal effect on him.

It does for her, too. It makes her gasp and writhe underneath him, with her hands tied to the headboard and her husband pinning down her hips. She's so wet she's making a mess of herself, the sheets, his pants. When he reaches between them and slides two fingers between her folds, her legs tremble and her face pushes into her arm, concealing her sensitive cry.

“No, no, amor,” comes his voice in her ears, low and gently demanding. “Let me hear you. Let everyone know who’s got you tied up. C’mon, baby.”

The erotic scene before him must be doing the same to him as it is to her; he's not usually this talkative. His hands are ironclad on her body, unrelenting, steering her the way he likes. It's the hottest thing she's ever seen. His pupils eclipse his eyes and his fingers play upon her skin like she's a violin. He dips his fingers inside her and pulls them out again just to place them at the threshold of her mouth. She parts her lips and tastes her wetness on her tongue, swirling around his digits and not once breaking eye contact.

“Shit.” Javier slips his fingers from her mouth and works at unbuckling his belt. She whines, wiggling her hips and begging for him to take out his cock and fuck me already. “I’m trying, honey,” he huffs, fingers trembling with anticipation, tossing the belt aside and pulling himself out. The vermillion head, angry and bobbing, leaks prespend onto her belly where he bucks against her, desperate for the contact. She lifts herself up to meet him with equal tenacity, but he presses his hand down onto her lower belly and it's enough to make her eyes roll back.

“Gonna fuck my wife,” he says under his breath, as though it's only for him, like he hardly believes it himself. “Okay, amor? Gonna give it to you. Make you feel me forever.”

“Please,” she whispers, tugging on her restraints even though she has no desire to remove them. “Please, fuck, please, Javi. Te amo, te amo. Please take me. Mi esposo.”

Her desperate babbling has his hands gripping her body tighter, his legs shifting to let one of hers free, keeping it flush to his hip as he guides his cock to her entrance. He moves until only the head is inside, and her whine pitches up. “Pacienca,” he says, watching himself slowly disappear inside of her until the tight seal of her cunt swallows him. “Oh, fuck."

Her whine slips into a groan as he begins to move. It's an aching buildup, the way he slides out only to push back in, the obscene slickness of their joined bodies making it easy and noisy. He leans over her when he's established his rhythm (deep, grinding motions that don't rush, don't falter; he fucks like a god, always has) and places his hand next to her head, the other cradling the back of her head. He tilts her chin up and kisses her, a soothing kiss that melts her, makes her pliable and content, as surges of pleasure numb her body like a sedative. She feels apart from herself, inside another world entirely, where it's only the two of them and the little matching bands around their fingers.

It's soft and it's never rushed. He takes her apart at the seams and stitches each old wound until there are no scars left. They take their time, fucking late into the night, forgetting about dinner and forgetting about everything outside the door. It's a husband and wife, alone with one another outside of time and space.

When they're finished, he unties her and asks if he hurt her. She says no. Never. They lie on their sides, facing one another, as the moon pulls the stars up into the sky. He caresses her side and her back; her fingers brush through his damp hair and trace the lines of his face. They talk about their past and their now and their future. They talk about the new episode of her favourite telenovela (he's been unwillingly drawn in, at first watching only because he could rest his head in her lap, and now actively asking her about the episodes he misses while he's at work late). They talk about being married. They admire their rings some more.

In the morning, her manoeuvres her to sit on his face and licks at her until she's coming. She rides him until they both feel like they'll break. And still, they never rush.

They have all the time in the world.

When Jorge sees the wedding rings, the first day she strides into the café holding Javier’s hand, he grunts, places a pot of coffee on the counter, and says, “Your dad would be happy for you, mijita.”

She flushes, pulling Jorge in for a hug even as the man grumbles about it. But Javier spots the shiny film over his eyes. “If you hurt her,” he says to Javier, “there's nowhere you can hide, cabrón. I’ll kill you myself.”

Javier doesn't doubt it. “Jorge,” she scolds gently. “I’ll kill him myself.”

He kisses her forehead before she goes to get her apron. “On the house,” says Jorge, pouring coffee into a mug. “Don't think I’m making a habit.”

“Never,” says Javier.

“She's been burned,” says the grumpy owner. “That hijo de puta—”

“Is never seeing the outside of a prison cell,” says Javier, relishing the taste of the words on his tongue. “I’m not trying to be her owner. I’m trying to be her husband.”

Jorge is silent for a moment. “Cigarette?”

Javier accepts one. “Trying to quit,” he mumbles around it.

“Yeah. You and everyone else.” Jorge flicks on the lighter for him. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“Not tomorrow,” he replies. “Got plans.”

They've been dancing a couple times, out of the city, where there's no chance of him running into colleagues. Their date nights typically range from homemade dinner over wine and then sex to going out for a night on the town and then home to have sex. It works for them. Tonight, he brings her to a local club in Bogotá, one that shimmers with sweaty bodies and glitter and is exactly the sort of place he despises. But the changing lights reflect in her eyes and the music pounds in their throats, and it's not about him.

It's the way she dances, their silver-banded fingers intertwined as she grinds against him, her back flush to his front, the delicious sway of her hips enough to make him grip her hip a little tighter, bite down on his cigarette a little harder. He feels proud and hot and dazed with the air of smoke and sweat, holding onto his girl, transfixed by the way she dances on him in that little black scrap of a dress. He's wearing jeans and a polo and looks not at all good enough to be the one on her arm. Fuck, he's got it good.

The song playing is indistinguishable from the next, all the music blending into a symphonic cacophony with throaty bass and no melody. Still, it settles deep in his chest and pumps him full of adrenaline and desire, unable to look away from the sight in front of him.

Sexy and radiant, drenched in neon light and wrapped in sweat like cling film. Glossy, dark red lips parted as she pants, heaving against him when she turns around in his arms and presses her breasts up against him. He doesn't have to do much, just holding onto her and wedging a leg in between her thighs as she dances for him. They don't talk much. It's loud and abrasive in here, and they're drunk enough on the smell and the energy not to bother lining up at the bar. He watches the way her ring glimmers when it catches the blue-red light when the strobes begin to flash. He slides his fingers up and down her arm and laces his together with hers again. Her eyes are black in the darkness, pupils swallowing her irises. Sometimes, he can't believe he’s hers.

“Hey,” shouts a woman in a wine-red dress, a dangerous smile on her lips. “Can I borrow you, handsome?”

Javier’s wife just lifts their intertwined hands and flashes their rings at the intruder. She leaves with a vague pout, but apologises for misunderstanding.

They aren't so lucky the second time. “Mind if I cut in?” comes a voice from behind her, a man holding a beer and staring right at his wife. He doesn't even glance at Javier.

“Fuck off.”

It comes from Javier, a low warning that sounds damn close to a growl: utterly and unapologetically territorial. She doesn't bother to turn around to eye up the intruder, sliding her hand up into Javier’s hair and letting the diamond glint brightly in the light.

“C’mon, hermosa, one dance,” urges the man. Shameless.

“You're embarrassing yourself, man,” says Javier.

“Please find someone else,” she says. “I’m married.”

The man begins to walk away. “Jesucristo. No seas una puta.”

He says it in a grumble, barely loud enough to hear, but oh, Javier hears it. And so does she.

“Cabrón,” she mumbles dismissively, even as he watches her face fall a bit. He holds onto her hips and tries to control his breathing so he doesn't get real fucking mad. “It's okay, Javi,” she says into his ear. “It's okay. He's gone.”

Her voice settles into him and cools him a bit, even though he won't relinquish his hold on her body. “Come on, baby,” he says, “dance on me.”

“Javi—”

“He's not gonna ruin your fuckin’ night,” he says, fixing her up against him and splaying his fingers over the small of her back. “C’mere.”

She lifts up onto her toes and kisses him, neither of them mentioning or caring about the lipstick on her mouth. He crushes their bodies together, licking into her mouth and devouring her the way he's wanted to all night. She tastes like salt and the smoke he's been inhaling. He can't possibly get closer to her, but he tries. She melts into him, malleable in his hands, sweetness and curves as she begins to grind into his hips. He sucks down all of her sighs and gasps and lets out some deep groans of his own as they kiss one another breathless in the middle of the dance floor. He's hard enough in his jeans it could become a predicament if the lights turn on, but he doesn't give a shit. She's close to getting herself off as she circles and slides her pussy along his upper thigh.

“That's it,” he rasps into her mouth, tightening a fist in her hair. “That's fucking it. Take what you want, baby. My fucking girl. Mi esposa. Mine.”

She whimpers at his words, the way he spouts off without thinking, covered in her and chest simmering to boil at the thought of another man’s hands on her body. He keeps on growling low past her lips, nonsense that gets mostly lost in the noise around them. She's close—her movements get sloppy and desperate, and he has to guide her. “Come just like this,” he urges, kissing his way to her ear and nibbling her lobe above the dangling diamond earrings (his last anniversary present to her). “Keep going, baby, you can come. I make you feel good? Just like this?”

“Mmmhmm,” she whines, her brows lifting in the middle as she begins to quiver against him. “Ohhh, Jav—i!”

“Fuck,” he groans, watching her face screw up in pleasure, her hips still on his thigh as a dark spot spreads over the denim of his jeans. Wet enough to soak through her panties. He keeps her close, hidden from view as she rests her flushed face on his chest, and keeps his mouth pressed to her temple. “Good girl,” he says, holding her up while her thighs tremble. “Fucking mine.”

“Gruñón,” she giggles into his collar, hysterical. She just came on his jeans in the middle of a crowded club. “He never would've won, Javi.”

“I know,” he says, pouting. “But he pissed me off.”

“I’m yours,” she says, chest still heaving, glittering with sweat, as she pulls him down by the back of the neck and kisses him deeply. “Yours.”

They conduct a small wedding party in Bogotá with Connie and Steve, a cosy restaurant where they share dinner and stories and celebrate marriage. Connie’s back in Bogotá for a week, so they make use of the time as best they can. Murphy’s happier than ever when he's with his wife, which is why Javier makes a point that he's not allowed to poke at him for being the same way.

The first night after he finds out he's getting sent back to the United States, they sit in the bathtub, sombrely sharing a glass of wine.

Marriages are made of tough decisions. Where will they stay? Will they find new work? Will they ever get to come back? It's a little easier for them, just because there's no question about leaving together. She just accepts it: she's going back with him.

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” she said, brushing her knuckle across his chin. “That's all there is to it, mi amor.”

Now, she's swirling the wine around the glass and scowling. “Fucking asshole,” she hisses. “He's a complete fucking asshole.”

“Honey—”

“Of all the people who deserve to see this to the end,” she continues, “of all the people who've gone so far to catch that malparido… I can’t believe—the fucking audacity… How can he—?”

She's sloshing the water around in her ruddy anger, unable to complete a full sentence. Javier leans forward and tugs on her ankle, draping it over his hip and squeezing. He feels flustered by the way she wants to fight for him, the fury on his behalf. “Honey,” he says. “There's nothing I can do.”

She sets down the wine glass and pinches the bridge of her nose, a small sniffle leaving her. Javier gently pries her hand away from her face. “Hey. None of that. I love you, baby, and your rage, but this job has taken so much shit from me. It’s made us both look over our shoulders all the time, and that's not the kind of life I want for our family. Stechner’s an asshole. Stechner’s always gonna be an asshole. But I’m tired, mi amor.” He tucks her damp hair behind her ear and pulls her close by the small of her back. “Just want to be with you. No more going off the end of the Earth and killing myself just to get shit half-done. Yeah?”

She looks up at him with teary eyes. “You'd really want to start a family?”

It's so quiet, so meek, so unlike her, but it strikes his bones like hammers upon nails. The implication has his cock tapping, interested, at her ass as she straddles his hips in the water. “Of fuckin’ course I wanna start a family with you,” he says, kissing the spot beneath her earlobes that makes her whine. “Give you a baby. Keep you both safe and happy. Hm?”

“Mmm,” she sighs as a reply, her mouth slanting over his and locking him to her with her arms around his neck. “You'd be an amazing daddy.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, you'd be a good mamá.”

“We will,” she says, nosing her way along his cheek until she finds his ear and bites gently on the lobe. It makes him shudder against her, a gritty moan escaping through his clenched teeth as his cock presses insistently against her. “We’ll be a family someday, Javi. Make a little baby.”

Hearing that makes him snap. He lifts her up until the head of his aching cock twitches against her entrance. She shifts her hold to grip his shoulders, her breasts pushing out enough that he can lurch forward and take one into his mouth, sucking and biting down on her nipple to make her wriggle about.

“Practice,” he says. “This’ll be practice. Want that?” Her head falls back when his cock opens her up, just the head wrenching past the seal of her pussy. She nods frantically, but lets him take the lead, lets him decide when he gives her the rest of him. “Want me to give you a baby, hermosa? Want to be a mamá?”

She gasps when he thrusts upward, leaving half of himself still waiting eagerly to get inside her wet warmth. He's teasing himself as much as her, not wanting to come too quickly, not wanting to let any of himself leak out. He wants to be fully inside her. Usually, he likes to make a mess of her, watching himself paint her, mark her, letting his cum dribble out and stain her pussy and thighs. She likes the way he claims her. But this is different.

They've talked about babies. Starting a family. But it hasn't been safe. Sure, Connie and Steve took in Olivia, but she's back in America with her mom. Colombia’s too dangerous. Going back home to Texas will give them a place to grow, to be safe and to be together. Maybe it's the perfect place to start the family he's always wanted with her.

The thought of stuffing her with his cum, giving her a baby, making her belly grow round and her skin glow, sends him spiralling into brain-dead, primal ferocity. He wants to be there with her every step. He wants to parade her around and make sure every pair of eyes that fall on her knows it's he who put that life there. It's him who gets to fuck her like this.

It doesn't hurt that the idea of a little kid running rampant in their home makes his chest ache pleasantly. He never thought of kids before he met her. Now, half of him wishes she wasn't on birth control.

No. It can wait. They have time. Tonight is stress relief. It's practice, a moment they can share and keep tucked in their pockets for later. They've got the rest of their lives to build together. Now, he's going to give her all of him.

The water is getting colder, but they're both sweating by the time they get into a grinding rhythm. Her arms are locked around his neck to keep herself from slipping around in the tub, even though his hands are tight on her hips. She does most of the work, working herself down on his cock while he latches onto her tits with his mouth and sucks on her throat until blood blossoms under her skin. She huffs out, “Oh, Javi, yes,” her eyes rolling back in her head. He grits his teeth and grips the nape of her neck, his thumb caressing her jaw.

“That's it,” he coaxes, taking the lead, keeping her head balanced and her eyes on him while he takes a handful of her ass as leverage to bounce her up and down on him. Her thighs strain, her brow pinching in pleasure as he makes her take all of him with each thrust.

“Jav—nnnh, Javi, agh!” She’s keening up against him, struggling to hold onto him the way he does her. “Wanna—wanna be under you. On the bed. Wanna give you a baby,” she pants.

Her eyes never leave his, their pupils dark as the nebulous gaps between the stars, and he might break from the love in her eyes. The way she trusts him wholly, the way she never strays, never wavers from her faith in him. Never thinks twice about defending him. He's holding the world in his hands, keeping her tucked neatly against him, cupping her like she's the galaxy and he can let none of the stars slip away. It feels like that. He doesn't want to ever let her go.

He slips out of her and helps her out of the bath after him, but they're both too impatient to dry completely. So he takes her hand and guides her safely to the bedroom. She crawls onto the mattress. Javier stands at the foot of the bed and says, “Spread your legs for me.”

She brings a hand down to her thigh and pushes it away from the other, making a real show of presenting her glistening pussy to him. It's wet, ready for him to use, to fill up. All for him. His cock taps his stomach and he restrains himself from tackling her when she dips a finger between her legs and swipes up her wetness. “Come and taste,” she says softly.

“Shit. Shit.” He crawls on top of her, a panther, and takes her finger into his mouth, tasting the fresh tang of her. “Gonna fill you up, baby.” His nose makes a path along her cheek until it finds hers and he can kiss her fully, thoroughly. “Want it?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, nearly a whimper, her face strained with need. Beneath him, she's radiant: flushed with excitement and bearing the marks he left on her. He wants to put her onto a stone pedestal and worship at her feet. “Want you to come in me. Want your cum. Please.” Her foot trails up and down his hip, and he leans back on his haunches, catches it in his hand. “Fuck me like you wanna knock me up.”

He groans when he guides his cock back to her cunt and notches the head inside. “I really fuckin’ do, sweetheart.”

“You will,” she says, repeating it over and over, promising him. They will. They’ll be a family one day. They already are.

He slides the rest of himself inside her and watches her swallow him. It's so good his mouth dries up like the damned desert. He begins to move, slowly, at the expense of his ability to last. Her body is fine-tuned to him, a map of history, of their life together, and she knows exactly how to move and writhe and moan in a way that makes him puff with the effort not to release too soon.

“So fucking tight,” he says through his teeth, thrusting inside her and staying there, cooking himself down while making her boil over. She cries out, grasping for his hip to no avail as he nudges her cervix. “Gonna come right here.” He jerks his hips a little and she shudders until she's boneless on the mattress, her eyes glazing over.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She arches her back when he brushes up against a spot inside her that makes her thighs tremble around his hips. She's loud in bed, something he loves and craves about her, and she lets the moans, whimpers, and cries flow freely. His name mingles with unintelligible noises, and every one urges him closer to that precipice. She grabs at his hands, which bruise her hips as he pumps her. “C’mere,” she begs.

He leans down and braces himself on his forearm while he brings her thigh up his hip and continues to pound into her. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her lips parting in an effort to ease her breathing. He takes it as an invitation to slot his mouth over hers. “Gonna come,” she gasps. He swallows it on his tongue.

“I know, baby, I feel it.” She's squeezing him in pulses, like a heartbeat, keeping him locked inside her. He's close, too, burning with the need to pump her full, and snakes his hand from her thigh to rub her clit in small circles. “Come for me, amor.”

She snaps, her body buckling. He tries to soothe her into it but it crashes over her like a wave. His groan is loud, unrestrained. “Fuck,” he grits out. “So fuckin’ wet. So good. Good for me.”

She grasps for him as her head falls back, her eyes unfocused and teary. He takes her hands and pins them above her head, their fingers intertwining as he thrusts deep, joined as close as they can possibly be. Javier steals the rest of her breath as she comes down from her high, right when he hits his own.

“You're gonna—fuck—take it. Tómalo,” he says, losing his ability to kiss her properly when he comes, his mouth dragging down her face until he has to bite down on her chin to keep him grounded. He thrusts lightly to get deeper inside her, but his strength wanes as he falls under the thrall of the strongest orgasm he's had in a long time.

He can barely hold himself up to refrain from crushing her. His entire body shudders with pleasure and doesn't relent, waves of ecstasy threading through each vein. Her warmth is squeezing every drop of cum from him once he starts to spill it, and there's so much there's nothing to keep it from leaking out of her. But he growls, pushing impossibly deeper, deeper. She moans at the feeling, her thighs bracketing his hips, forcing him to stay inside her. And he doesn't complain. He spurts his cum inside her for what feels like a lifetime, his lower back pinching with the effort of staying upright. He won't pull out until everything is safely tucked inside her, but he can't just seem to stop spilling inside her warm, welcoming cunt.

“Jesus,” he groans against her, brows furrowing as he shuts his eyes. She just whimpers, rolling her hips gently against him to work him through it. “Mierda, amor. Con calma.”

“Dámelo,” she begs, sliding her hands down his arms to his shoulders, her touch soothing him, finding his hair and scratching with her nails. He purrs when he finally lets himself collapse on top of her, face buried between her tits.

He finally finishes filling her with everything he has, but he stays inside her for a moment as he catches his breath. “Tan buena. Tan buena para mi. Me tomas tan bien.”

“Didn’t think I could fuck you good enough to wipe all your English,” she giggles, though it's breathy, struggling. “Feels good.”

“Gonna kill me,” he grumbles into her soft skin, licking a bead of sweat off her chest. They're silent for a moment as their ears gradually stop ringing. He pictures his spend taking hold inside her: giving her a baby, a little life in her womb that he gets to keep safe and happy. He pictures her round and swollen, that ring on her finger, and holds her tighter to him in a possessive grip.

“Sweetheart.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean it,” he says, his hand sliding downward to rest on her stomach. “You’ll be a good fuckin’ mom.”

“I mean it, too,” she whispers, stroking his hair. “Gonna be a great daddy. Gonna give you a baby someday. It’ll be just as beautiful as you.”

“Poor thing,” he says playfully, tilting his head up to meet her eyes. They're shining with tears and brimming with joy. He gently coasts his hand over her stomach. “Keep that there for me. Practice.”

She hums, content to let her head rest on the pillows. “Practice.”

It's date night, and Javier’s back is killing him.

She notices right away, of course. He’s wearing the pink polo she loves, and it's a sunny Sunday afternoon, beautiful and tranquil. It should be the perfect night for restaurant-hopping and driving out to the country for some stargazing. The last night in Colombia before they're shipped home to Laredo. The problem is that he must have wrenched his already-fucked spine in the night, and now he winces every time he twists or bends.

Her head shoots up when he opens the fridge for the orange juice and groans. He tries to suppress the noise, hating to worry her or aggrandize his problems, but she hurries out of her chair, abandoning her sandwich to step up behind him. Her hands slide around to his chest and she rests her head between his shoulder blades. “Mmm, vaquero,” she coos, her voice dripping with concern and sympathy. “You're so tense. Can feel it.”

He huffs, resting his hand on the refrigerator handle. “I’m okay.”

“Don't be stubborn,” she says softly. “You can't go out like this, Jav. C’mere.”

He grumbles all the way to the bedroom even though he gets to hold her hand. “Lift your arms,” she urges, and he does, letting her pull his shirt off.

He reaches for her when it's on the floor. “Take yours off, too.”

She gives him a pointed look. “You can't fuck me with a back like that, my love. Pants off. Lie down.”

Pouting, he shuffles toward the bed. His lower back aches something terrible by the time she guides him onto his stomach on the mattress, naked. He feels the pinching pain in each knob of his spine, every twinge that brushes up against his nerves. “This fuckin’ job,” he says, muffled against the pillow. “Almost killed me.”

“I know,” she says, voice like honey as she straddles him, leaning down to press kisses to his shoulder, his neck. “Gonna make it better. Relax, honey.”

“It's date night,” he tries feebly. His stupid goddamn back just has to act up tonight, when he's supposed to be taking his wife out for a good time.

She just presses more kisses against him, tracing her hands up and down his arms. “We're together, aren't we?” she says soothingly. “Can't have you going out like this. I need to make sure my man is good and strong for me.” She knows her words are the precise combination to work him into total submission. “So strong.” She squeezes his biceps. “Relax for me, okay?”

He is in no state to deny her when she touches him and talks to him like this. “Mmmph,” he manages.

“Good,” she whispers, her lips leaving his skin. He's about to complain, but her mouth is replaced by her hands. Her deft fingers trail downward until she playfully squeezes his ass. “Javi, you're so handsome. I really mean it.”

His cock is certainly interested in her catlike purring and her purposeful touch, but his mind descends into an easy buzz once she gets working on the tension in his ass. She squirts some lotion from the bedside table into her hands and kneads the muscles above his cheeks. “Your ass takes a beating, baby,” she muses. “That from your tight little jeans or from fucking me? Because I’d feel real bad if it was me.”

“Mmm-mmm,” he manages. She seems satisfied with his response and digs her index knuckles into the knots of muscle right above his ass. He jolts, groaning with the painful pinch of the uncoiling tension. It feels like a pressure valve releasing and it feels fucking good. It's nothing like the pleasure of sex; it's slow and sensual. It’s the altruistic act of caring for him, the soothing yet intensive motions of her hands and fingers, that make his brain shut completely off.

“You still with me, honey?” she asks sweetly. He can't move, can't nod, and just mumbles out a noise that barely makes it past his lips.

She moves to his lower back, taking extra care with the dimple there, treating it with soft touches and slow caresses of her thumbs. His spine begins to decompress as she trails upward, reaching his shoulder blades. She hums about his birthmarks and his smooth skin and his strength, and he drinks down her praise with slow-minded eagerness. He's completely pliant for her.

His shoulders are the worst. But she digs into them and works out the knots until the tension dissipates the way clouds part for the sun. He sighs when she begins to plant kisses on every square inch of him. “Love you,” she whispers, like a prayer against his skin. “Feel better?”

“Mmmmyeah,” he replies, though his mouth barely opens and it sounds like a muffled rumble as his face rests in the pillow. He feels her settle in next to him, slotting one leg over his back, an arm across his shoulders, and burying her face in his neck. He falls asleep before he knows it. She stays awake.

When his eyes open again, blinking to adjust his eyes to the dim light, he finds her still curled up against him, and the bedsheets drawn up over their bodies. One. Together.

Her eyes are open but drooping, her pretty lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. Javier traces the shape of her jaw with his thumb. “Early flight,” he grumbles.

“Hmm.” She smiles sleepily. “Too busy looking at you. Didn't get any sleep.”

“Pervert.”

She bites her bottom lip and pulls him into her by the back of his neck. His own teeth replace hers and nibble at her mouth until he's ready to slip his tongue past her lips. “Can't help it,” she says when he lets her breathe. “You're so good to look at.”

He feels himself flush, but it's dark in their bedroom. “Tell me more.”

“I can show you more,” she says, that wicked smile on her face, the smile that appears when she's up to something. Usually a sexual up-to-something. She lowers herself down his body until she's concealed under the covers. And then he feels her hot, wet tongue lick a languid stripe up the underside of his hard cock.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck.”

“You dream about something nice?” she asks, her voice dripping, soft and hot, a gentle guiding hand with butter-smooth fingers.

“Can't help it, shit,” he says. Her tongue is enjoying the taste of him, circling around his tip in a way that makes him choke. “Always hard when you're in bed with me. Christ, baby.”

“Smooth talker,” she says, jerking him off so slowly, too slowly.

“If you want my cock, just say so,” he grits out. “Don't tease, cielito.”

“Bossy,” comes her voice from beneath the sheets. He grabs the edge of the linen with perhaps a bit too much aggression and throws it back so he can see her face, blissed-out as she licks him so that drops of precum spurt out onto her tongue.

He goes blind for a moment. “So fucking—fuck, so beautiful,” he says raggedly. “Take me so well.”

She makes a happy sort of sound and finally takes him into the hot seal of her mouth, swallowing around him. Javier groans, long and low, struggling to keep his head upright so he can watch her take him. She keeps her eyes on his, watery and blinking hard, free hand braced on his thigh to ground herself. He can barely think clearly enough to string words together, but he does manage to spit out, “Good fuckin’ girl,” watching her suck him down to the base, fondling and squeezing his sack. That's when he can't hold up his head anymore, shoving it into the pillows and shutting his eyes. He doesn't want to see anything if he can't see her.

She bobs her head up and down, swirling her head around the head of his cock whenever she reaches it, inching him closer and closer to the edge until his balls tighten and his cock twitches inside her mouth. He pushes out a weak grunt to warn her, but she just shoves him all the way down her throat, choking as he comes. He spills endlessly into her mouth, twitching and pumping his cum onto her tongue as she squeezes his thigh greedily and her eyes go slightly crossed from the amount of hot spend pouring into her. “Fuck, fuck,” he hisses.

He's pretty sure he whines—a real goddamned high-pitched whine, borne from his orgasmic bliss and primal, space-filled brain—when she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to await his orders. He admires the sight of his cum coating her mouth in white, some of it dribbling down her lips to her chin. “Swallow it, baby,” he says. “Be a good girl for me. That's it.”

She shows him her empty mouth when she's done and crawls all the way back up his body to kiss him. He groans into her mouth. “I love you,” he says. “If you don't get up now, you're sitting on my face, and we need to catch our flight.”

She gets up and sways her hips on her way to the bathroom to pack her toiletries. They end up on the floor in there anyway, her hips rocking over his mouth and he greedily licks and sucks at her until she's positively trembling, unable to hold herself up atop him. She falls back and nearly hits her head on the edge of the bathtub. Her hand shoots out in time, and Javier lifts himself off the floor to check on her, only to find her eyes glazed over and hazy with the remnants of her orgasm.

“You okay, baby?” he asks her, pulling her into him once they're both back on their feet.

“Good—” Her knees promptly buckle. He holds her up and pins her against the counter. “My hero,” she mumbles, resting her forehead against his.

“I mean it,” he says. “We're gonna be so fuckin’ late.”

“Fuck them,” she says. “They're forcing you out of the country. They can wait for you as long as we want them to. Pendejos.”

His chest swells with pride for the woman in his arms. He’ll miss this place and the memories they've made inside it. But more than anything, he's glad to go somewhere safer, somewhere they can live a quiet life and not have to peek around corners. He's going home, with his wife, and that's all he can think about. He barely leaves her side as they pack the last of their carry-ons, feeling somewhat like a puppy at its owner’s ankles. He craves the warmth of her skin more than he craves a smoke most days. He's going to try and quit when they land. She believes in him, so he tries to believe in himself.

Murphy meets them at the airport.

He kisses her cheek when he pulls away from their hug. “Don't take any of his shit,” he tells her.

Javier rolls his eyes and she grins. “Never do. See you around?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” says Steve. He slaps his hand into Javier’s, a brief handshake, before they both decide to go for a hug instead. “See you around, man. I’ll keep in touch.”

“Keep fighting the shitty fight, Murphy.” Javier claps him on the back. “I want to see that fucker in handcuffs or dead in the next month.”

“Do what I can.” He nods tightly.

The good-bye is feeble and none of them really knows how to do it. There are things left undone, unsaid. There are things he won't be there to see, things he can't be a part of. But it was his mistakes that got him here, on this airplane. It's his best decisions that got him here with her, asleep on his shoulder, curled up into him as they leave Colombia.

He thinks about the café. Feels a bit sad as he watches the country disappear out the window. Remembers that he has the rest of his life to flirt with the beautiful girl who worked behind the counter. And he feels a hell of a lot better.

He doesn't quite understand it, but he's joyful nonetheless. A life like this means you can't question the good things. It's the wins that crack open the impenetrable door and shed little rays of light on a bleak, dark existence. She's the sun.

He has all he needs.

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Luke: *teaching and helping MC how to talk*

Luke: MC, this is an apple. APPLE.

MC: Mreow. Apple.

Luke: *giggles* *pats their head* Great job, MC!

MC: Meow!

Raphael: *frowning*

Simeon: *chuckles* What's the matter?

Raphael: I taught MC the alphabet too. And what did I get? A hateful hiss.

Simeon: *laughs*

Mammon: Yo, MC! What's up?

MC: *has approached him* Meow?

Mammon: Hm?

MC: *climbs on his lap, tries to curl into a ball* Meow...

Mammon: *laughs* Nah. You can't do that. Just sit like this.

Mammon: What do you want?

MC: Mrw, mrw, Mrwmmon.

Mammon: ...

Mammon: A-Are you trying to say my name? *sniffles*

MC: Meow!

Mammon: *is touched but realizes something* Wait a second.

Mammon: You're trying to get a treat from me!

MC: *blinks their eyes*

Mammon: *pouts* *sigh* Well, here. *gives them a huge candy bar*

MC: Meow! *then gets off him and runs off*

Mammon: Yup. They're smart.

Luke: *stern* MC.

MC: Meow...

Luke: Give me that candy bar.

MC: *doesn't want to give it to him*

Luke: MC, too much candy is bad for you. You can't eat that whole thing.

MC: *still doesn't want to give him*

Luke: ...

Luke: MC, do you want to have a toothache?

MC: Meow... No...

Luke: Then you'll give that to me.

MC: Meow meow meow meow? *pleading eyes*

Luke: ...

Luke: Okay. You can have a little.

MC: Meow! *goes to hug him*

Luke: *smiles*

Michael and Simeon: *watching*

Michael: Aww~ Luke is a good dad.

Simeon: Michael, Luke is just a child himself. Don't call him that yet.

Michael: Nah. He's old. He just doesn't grow.

MC: *their ears twitched* *looks at Michael*

Michael: Uh-oh.

MC: *snarls then runs to him*

Luke: MC!

Michael: Let me explain! Ack!

Simeon: *shakes his head*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me michael #obey me simeon #obey me mammon #luke's project

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Steddie fic rec list part 2:

Fluff Edition

Part 1

These are the only the ooeyiest of gooeyiest of comfort fics. As little angst as you can get with these two.

a cinematic vision ensued (like the holiest daydream) by @fivecenturiesofverse

• Rating: T • Complete

Eddie and Steve have been spending a lot of time together since Vecna. They're co-parenting kids, getting high every night, and sleeping in the same bed. They basically share a wardrobe too.

He thinks this is dangerous, its like they’re married, the casual sharing of intimacy, this space between them which feels like something and nothing all at the same time. He thinks it’s dangerous for him to pretend Steve sees it the same way, that one day Steve’s droopy, kind eyes are going to see right through him and he’ll lose this. This being a side of Steve’s bed that is his, a nightstand where his rings always pile, a draw of shirts in Steve’s bedroom that only Steve uses. He can’t lose it, so he shuts his mouth, turns out the light, and watches the slow breathing of sleep fill Steve’s chest.

This one is so sweet; all sharing of clothes and beds and weed. It’s really short but god is it soft. The weighted blanket of fluff fics. Really adore all of Eddie’s internal arguments when he’s looking at Steve being the softest motherfucker on the planet and forcefully reminding himself that Steve is dangerous. I think about Eddie walking his knuckles down the knobs of Steve’s spine almost daily.

Linger by @yournowheregirl

• Rating: T • Complete • Modern!AU

Eddie hates the library, he hates how quiet it is and how he’s always getting shushed by that librarian hag Muriel. But he hates his idiot roommate and his tendency to hog their dorm room to have loud sex with his girlfriend all night long, even more. And now he has to spend all night in the library cramming for an exam, which would be fine, if not for the fact that some polo-clad douchebag shows up and declares that Eddie’s study spot is actually his.

Or: Steve and Eddie fight over a study spot and accidentally fall in love over coffee, Vivaldi and the horror that is finals week.

So fucking cute. I forgot how much I love college AU’s. Features: Wonderwall by Oasis (much to Eddie’s chagrin), a librarian from hell, a SickFic Chapter, and an Eddie that has ADHD. Also, this one’s for the emo-kid Eddie truthers out there. Teeny bit of angst and some miscommunication but for me it was worth it. Frickin adorable.

Date me instead by @zhuletta

• Rating: E • Complete

Every date Steve has gone to lately has been horrible. It’s impossible that there’s something wrong with the entire female population of Hawkins, so surely there must be something wrong with him.

“Why don’t you take me on a date then?”

“Wh— what?”

“Take me on a date, pretend, of course, and then I’ll tell you if there’s something wrong with you or not.”

Or: Eddie proposes a crazy idea to see if there's something wrong with him, Steve finds the fact that it works is even crazier.

So so fluffy. You will get a toothache from this one. It’s the cheesiest plot you could think of. For those of you who love a good loverboy!steve this for you. They’re just wooing eachother all the way through. Delightful.

Saving All My Love For You (and it’s sequel Endless Love) by @subtlehysteria

• Rating: M • Complete

It was decided then and there in the Buckley residence’s lounge, on their weird Persian carpet while staring up at the off-white ceiling and Robin giggling at his side. He was going to rock Steve Harrington’s platonic world, man. And nothing was going to get in his way.

Or: Eddie notices Steve struggles with touch and in trying to help his new friend, develops feelings along the way.

Really sweet. Classic touch-starved Steve and tactile affection Eddie. Bedsharing, pinkie promises, and platonic hand-holding. Eddie gives Will a makeover and some advice. A bit of subtle body worship, love that. Sequel fic is also really cute but it has a bit of a rough scene with The Harrington Parents so be aware of that.

Do Nothing With You by @red-0ak-tree

• Rating: M • Complete

Steve and Robin get a two bedroom in Hawkins. It's perfect, except for all the ways it isn't. Drafty windows, clogged drains, shitty landlord. But it's got a couch. A couch that's often occupied by Eddie Munson. Home isn't really the kind of thing Eddie has much of anymore, ever since his trailer became the primary source for all his nightmares. Luckily, he knows of a semi-comfortable couch where he's always welcome.

Despite all it's problem, the house has perks. Primarily, it's somewhere Steve can actually call home. Secondarily, it's somewhere he can share with the people he loves.

AKA: The fruity four live in a convoluted roommate situation, and romance happens along the way.

We all love a good co-habitation fic. Robin and Steve get an apartment together, it’s falling apart, and Eddie knows how to fix things. Slowly, Steve and Eddie start to help fix eachother. This probably has the most angst out of all of these, but it’s also one of my absolute favorites and the sweetness overpowers the lows.

PTA Shouldn’t Stand for Pretty Tight Ass by @samthefrank and @humanityinahandbag

• Rating: M • Incomplete • Future fic/Modern!AU

Steve Harrington - ex local legend and fearsome bully, now single father of two - returns to Hawkins after the world spit him out. With a messy life to sort through, all he wanted was settle down and get his kids through seventh grade without any surprises.

Cue Mr. Eddie Munson, ex victim of one Steve Harrington, now Hawkins Middle School's favorite music teacher.

Or: What happens when your former high school bully raises two absolute nerds, joins the PTA, helps run the bake sale, makes the best cupcakes in Indiana, and may or may not be having a bisexual crisis.

This was the very first Steddie fic I ever subscribed to and let me tell you I get so HYPED every time I get the notification they update. Steve is a single dad to twins Dustin & Max, a damn good baker, and custodian at his dad’s auto dealership. Eddie is a music teacher in the style of Jack Black in School of Rock, who’s best friends with his fellow teachers Miss Buckley and Miss Cunningham. This fic has Robin and Eddie perform Body Talks by The Struts & Ke$ha at an open-mic karaoke and it’s so fucking electric that that song earned a place on my steddie playlist. It’s a real slow burn but I’m so excited to see where they take this story.

it’s such a magical mysteria by @phantom-of-the-wapera

• Rating: M • Complete

Eddie's staring at the ceiling, eyes half closed and still giggling faintly. He looks pretty. He looks like he belongs here, in Steve’s bed, and Steve gets hit with how much he wants Eddie to stay, to crawl in bed beside Steve every night and wake up there every sunrise.

And, shit, it’s a lot. Steve's gone, completely, fully, fucking free-falling his way into everything that was, is, and will be Eddie Munson. Head over heels, ass over tits, heart-took-a-nosedive off his sleeve and into the lap of the boy beside him, gazing half-lidded at the ceiling, the glimmer of dreamy stars in the sliver of his eyes Steve can see.

or, the one where Steve's trying to figure out his future, his feelings, and one Eddie Munson.

So fluffy, so sweet. They’re all nerds and they love Star Wars. This is a tiny detail but Steve goes to college and he likes it and I love that for him. Completely SMOTHERED in hope for a bright future.

nice to meet you, where you been? by @flowercrowngods

• Rating: T • Edit: Complete • Modern!AU

When Eddie enters the tattoo parlour that Chrissy recommended to him, he doesn't know what'll hit him. Never in a million years would he have expected the pastel or the minimalistic decor or how really fucking polished everything about this place is. It's like an antithesis to Eddie's entire existence has been created with the makings of this shop.

The absolute cherry on top is the man that walks into the room to greet him, though, and Eddie can't contain the look of absolute bafflement. Because there is no way that Steve Harrington, whom Eddie has has the maddest crush on in high school, owns a tattoo shop. No way. Nuh-uh. Not dressed in pastel like he is.

Eddie wants to punch a wall. What he doesn't know yet is that he'll have the best time reconnecting with Steve. And if he gets a tattoo out of it, well, then that's just another win for the community in his book.

LOVE a Tattoo Shop!AU and this is no exception. This one is pretty new, but so far it’s the fluffiest shit I’ve read in ages. Features trans man Eddie, Chrissy Cunningham as his scheming best friend, and a lot of Taylor Swift. I literally found this one moments ago and immediately needed to put it on this list. It’s too fucking cute, I can’t wait to see where it goes.

#ok I’ve been sitting on this for too long I’m finally gonna just post it.#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things fic #steddie fic #steddie fic rec #fic rec list #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson

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earlgreyinpajamas · 11 months

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Do you have any comfort fics? Like, fics where you’re having a bad day and rereading them makes you feel better?

merthur

1. match made in (heaven) by radioactivesunflower

“You are a client. This is my job. I’m not here to be your best friend. I am here to make the best match for you so you can find love. If you are not going to take this seriously, just leave. I have plenty of people who want my services.”

By this time, he had finished his little rant. Arthur’s smile was downright wicked as he leaned forward in his seat, holding eye contact with Merlin. “I was just going to do one meeting to please Morgana and piss off after, but you know what?” Merlin didn’t want to know what, as it sounded very bad for him.

“You intrigue me, Merlin. Let’s see you work your magic! Find me my true love, wizard boy.”

aka the one where merlin is a matchmaker and a big fat lair arthur likes to spend most of his time annoying merlin a love story between a matchmaker and client that share a past only one knows about

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a newer fic but it gave me fuzzies when i finished so it has been promoted to comfort fic

2. The Proposition by fifty_fifty

Hit by another scandal and with the reputation of the monarchy hanging on by a thread, Prince Arthur finds himself in desperate need of an image rehabilitation.

When the press assumes his blossoming friendship with his maths tutor Merlin is more of a romance, his father proposes a proposition: ask Merlin to continue portraying a wholesome relationship for a few months to regain the prince’s reputation, and receive his university costs paid off in full in return.

With his image restored and a new beau lined up, Arthur is left with a difficult decision; bend to his fathers will, or defy him.

In the end, it’s not such a tough choice. Love always wins.

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just them being in love + the ending also gave me toothaches therefore a comfort fic

3. With Flowers in Your Hair, With Courage in My Heart by Mischel (@magicalmischel)

Merlin's magic has always been connected to his emotions, but when it starts reacting to his love for Arthur and flowers start appearing every time he looks or thinks about him, instead of a confession he chooses to pretend he has a magical cold. Arthur doesn't like it when Merlin avoids him though. And neither does Gaius. Or Morgana. Or Gwen. Or even the bloody dragon, it seems.

Sooner or later, they'll have to talk. And Merlin can only hope that Arthur won't mind the mountain of flowers they're swimming in because really, it's his fault for being so damn good-looking.

Written for the flower mini-challenge on the Merlin Fic Book Club server on Discord.

+ ART

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and this is angst free and full on fluff for a really bad day

00q

Spies That Are Ridiculous by Celyan

James has plans for his Quartermaster.

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they're in love. that's the plot

2. Third Valentine’s the Charm by Castillon02 (@castillon02)

The first time, Bond was in Rio from 3 to 16 February, and between him and 003 in Kiev, Q didn’t even think about Valentine’s Day until he was browsing the half-priced chocolate at his local Waitrose.

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they're such dorks i want to keep them in my pocket forever

3. Casting On by storm_of_sharp_things

Bond and Q are delicately knitting a relationship together but Bond is far too free with gift-giving for Q’s taste.

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asdhfjkjfhl bond

#merthur fic rec #00q #bbc merlin #merthur fic recs #merthur fanfic #merlin #merthur #00q fanfiction #00q fic rec #00q fic recs #merlin emrys #merlin bbc #merthur fanfiction #merthur fic #merthur kiss

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𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊Wild Plant Lore P.2 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼

Some more notes from my herbology journal of wild plants and weeds that you can utilize in your practice. Includes mundane uses like culinary, medicinal properties, folklore/cultural importance, and magical associations. This post does contain poisonous/toxic plants that can be fatal if ingested, I'm not suggesting anyone inexperienced or experienced do anything with them, do your own research on how to handle them if you plan on using them in any way. They're interesting to learn about nevertheless.

Disclaimer at the end !!

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Yarrow- Also known as common yarrow, bloodwort, herba militaris, or Achillea Millefolium. Yarrow is a woody plant with small, round, white flowers and frilly, feather-like leaves surrounding the stems. This plant looks very similar to hemlock which is very poisonous but you can tell the difference by yarrow’s distinctive leaves. Yarrow is edible and can be eaten raw, it tastes pretty bitty and earthy so it’s best to pick while young. It’s most commonly used in salads and soups. Yarrow has a rich medicinal and magical history. It used to be called herba militaris, the military herb, because of its astringent properties. Its Latin name, Achillea Millefolium, comes from the Iliad where Achilles and his soldiers use yarrow during battle. Poultices and ointments made from its leaves are used to aid in lessening swelling and bleeding. Do not consume yarrow if you are on blood thinners or pregnant/lactating, this plant has a chance of causing miscarriages. People are commonly allergic to this plant so please be wary of this and test it before consuming, skin allergic reactions are the most common. Yarrow is also commonly used to treat stomach ailments like constipation, nausea, diarrhea, and IBS symptoms. The plant contains flavonoids that increase saliva and stomach acid to help improve digestion. It's also been used for menstrual pains and stomach aches as it can help relax the uterus and intestinal muscles. Some Native American nations have used yarrow for toothaches, earaches, and eyewashes through poultices and liquid infusions. There's no end to the magic of yarrow, there are so many different charms, divinatory practices, and spells that use yarrow in cultures worldwide. Many cultures have used it to keep away curses and evil magic, they would place it on their doorsteps to ward off evil spirits and keep witches away, or in cribs to protect babies and mothers. “When going on a journey, pull ten stalks of yarrow, keep nine, and throw the tenth away (as a spirit’s tithe), put the nine under the right heel, and evil spirits will have no power over you”.

It’s often been used in divination and psychic senses. In Ireland, it’s thought to be able to give someone ‘the second sense’ and it’s used in a lot of divinatory prayers and charms, usually to do with finding love. It’s also sometimes said that standing on the plant would give one temporary fluency of speech. There is a ceremony of some Gaelic speakers where they had to recite an incantation (the one below this block of text) before harvesting the plant as it was held to high importance. In Chinese belief, it’s thought to bring good luck and the dried stalks are sometimes used in I Ching divination.

“I will pluck the yarrow fair That more benign will be my face, That more warm shall be my lips, That more chaste shall be my speech, Be my speech the beams of the sun, Be my lips the sap of the strawberry. May I be an isle in the sea, May I be a hill on the shore, May I be a star in the waning of the moon, May I be a staff to the weak. Wound can I every man, Wound can no man me.”

It’s widely used in love divination, sometimes people would put it under their pillows at night and say the rhyme below before bed. Sometimes they would pick yarrow from a young man's grave and whoever the girl saw in her dream would be hers. In some beliefs, if the man was turned to her then they’d never marry.

“Yarrow, yarrow, yarrow, I bid thee good morrow, And tell me before tomorrow, Who my true love shall be.”

Girls in Aberdeen would go out in fields on a May morning to pick yarrow while reciting the chant below with their eyes closed, then open their eyes and the first man she spied would be hers that year. There are a lot of little incantations and charms like this for yarrow you can find online if you’re curious !!

“Good morrow, good morrow, To thee, braw yarrow, And thrice good morrow to thee; I pray thee tell me today or tomorrow Who is my true love to be.”

Alternatively, in some European beliefs, it was thought to be associated with the devil, being called devil’s nettle or “bad man’s plaything” due to the belief that witches used it in divination and devil worship. Elspeth Reoch was accused of being a witch in 1616 because she was caught picking supposed yarrow. In Wales, it was considered extremely unlucky to bring into the home and even supposedly called the “death flower” in some places.

⛧ Divination, love, protection from curses, witchcraft, and spirits. But also bad luck, curses, and death in some cultures

Datura- Also called devil’s trumpets, jimsonweed, and devil’s snare. Datura is a genus of 9 species, all of which are poisonous. Datura is a large, branchy herb that forms bushes. It has light green or reddish stems with long, toothed leaves and white or light violet, trumpet-shaped flowers. While the plant may look pretty but it’s very toxic and can be deadly. All parts of the plant are inedible and if ingested it causes a hefty amount of psychoactive and deliriant symptoms like erratic behaviour, hallucinations, tachycardia, heat flashes/hyperthermia, and a variety of other not-so-pleasant symptoms including death. While this plant is psychoactive it’s not a good idea to try to use it recreationally as the symptoms can last up to two days with reports of it lasting for as long as 2 weeks. There have been multiple reports of deaths from people attempting to get a high out of datura and even when “successful” the majority of people report having extremely unpleasant experiences. Datura is also often called Jimsonweed which comes from another name, Jamestown weed, which refers to when English soldiers were attempting to suppress Bacon’s rebellion in Jamestown and consumed boiled datura which left them in altered mental states and ill for 11 days. Because of how dangerous this plant is, there aren’t any real suggested medicinal uses for it. Datura has been used in many cultures for ritual and ceremonial practices due to its psychoactive effects. Many Native American nations used it in very specific ways to aid in their ceremonial practices alongside other sacred herbs. The name datura is taken from the Hindi word धतूरा, dhatūra, meaning thorn apple (in reference to Datura metel, a datura species native to Asia). Datura plays a role in Hinduism as datura is considered a favourite plant of Shiva. Datura also has a long history in witchcraft and the occult, it’s long been associated with witches and magic due to its psychoactive effects. Throughout many cultures, its been used to help connect with deities and spirits, aid in necromancy, healing rituals, and used in flying ointments and curses. In modern-day practice, datura is still fairly commonly used to promote psychic powers and aid in visions, astral projection, divination, and spirit communication. Additionally, likely due to its history of being used as a poison, it’s often used in curses.

⛧ Psychic senses, spirit communication, astral projection, curses

Lily of The Valley- Also known as glovewort, May bells, Our Lady’s Tears, and Convallaria majalis. Lily of the Valley is a flowering plant made up of one thin stalk that has two thick, long, swirling leaves. The downturned white, bell-shaped flowers droop to one side and are often accompanied by small red berries. These plants are often found in woodland areas and bloom in the Spring. Lily of the Valley is not edible and if ingested can be fatal. The entire plant is poisonous and can cause irregular heartbeats, nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain if consumed. If touched, it can cause dermatitis and skin reactions so always wash your hands after handling it or use gloves. Despite that, the plant has been used in a lot of folk medicines. It’s often called glovewort in Europe as it was used in salves for sore hands and oils from the rhizome were used to promote heart health. There have been no studies done to verify its effectiveness and it’s often unsafe to consume and touch so it’s not recommended to try to use it medicinally. Although it’s poisonous, it has a very strong and sweet-smelling fragrance that many perfumes have recreated. Lilies of the Valley are often seen at weddings, celebrations, and sometimes funerals. In the Language of Flowers, Lily of the Valley signifies the return of happiness, likely originating from its place as the flower of Spring and May. On May 1st, May Day or Lily of the Valley Day is celebrated by giving the flowers to loved ones to bring happiness and luck. It’s sometimes called Apollinaris from the Greek myth that Apollo made paths of it on Mount Parnassus so his 9 nymph muses could walk through the forests unharmed. In Christianity, it’s sometimes referred to as Our Lady’s Tears or Mary’s Tears from the story saying that as Mary wept at the foot of the cross after Jesus’s crucifixion, these flowers popped up wherever her tears fell. Because of this, it’s often associated with Easter and motherhood. In Romanian culture, it also represents tears with a similar story of a girl crying at the grave of her parents and her tears causing the flowers to sprout wherever the tears fell. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find much about this story beyond a brief mention though. Because of the bell shape of the flowers, there are stories of faeries ringing the bells, drinking out of them like cups, and being attracted to gardens where they grow. Lily of the Valley can be used to promote happiness, help calm the mind, and attract fae. Additionally, the poisonous berries and flowers are sometimes used in baneful and protective spellwork to stop harassment (calm chaos/harm) and protect against spells and malicious entities.

⛧ Happiness, love, motherhood, purity/humility, Spring, prosperity, faeries. Grief, death, and baneful protection in some beliefs

Mugwort- Also known as common mugwort, mother of all herbs, the witch’s herb, and Artemisia vulgaris. This is a very common flowering plant that’s a part of the daisy family. Mugwort can oftentimes be found in the wild, it has leaves that are hairless and green on top, silvery-white on the bottom, with pointed tips and purple stems. Mugwort can often be mistaken for Ragweed or Wormwood but the best way to tell them apart is that Mugwort has leaves that are hairless on top with silvery fibers on the bottom. It’s very aromatic and smells a bit like sage and rosemary. Mugwort’s leaves, young shoots, and roots are edible, though avoid consuming it in large amounts as it can be poisonous and it’s not safe to consume if you are pregnant (can restart the menstrual cycle and cause miscarriage) or on blood thinners so please talk to a doctor before using. It has a slightly bitter and floral taste, the young shoots and leaves can be cooked, and the leaves and roots can be dried and made into tea. Commonly used with meats, soups, or teas. Historically, this plant has been used for centuries for its medicinal properties with many uses to soothe stomach and digestion issues like constipation, diarrhea, nausea, and cramping. It was held so important that it was given the name mother of herbs. Huge warning for this plant though, there is a high chance that you could be allergic to it or for it to cause negative side effects like allergic reactions, nausea, shaking, hallucinations, dizziness, and seizures. This is a plant that you need to take caution around and do your own research for, as beneficial as it can be, it can be just as harmful. Avoid heavily concentrated oils of mugwort too as they may include high levels of thujone which can cause seizures, the raw plant contains little enough for this to be considered a safe plant to generally consume, this can also be absorbed through the skin. In many cultures, the plant is smoked or drank in teas. Essential oils of mugwort have also been used in insect repellents and traditionally root tinctures have been used for anxiety, irregular menstrual cycles, menopause symptoms, aid in childbirth, seizures, and epilepsy.

Mugwort is a pretty prominent plant in many cultures around the world and is very commonly used in magic. Its botanical Latin name is Artemisia Vulgaris, Artemisia comes from the goddess Artemis who is a god associated with the moon, motherhood, and childbirth which ties into the lore of mugwort. Mugwort teas are often used to promote lucid dreaming, astral projection, and heightened intuition. It’s commonly used in flying ointments, psychic teas, and incense. Mugwort also offers some protection against evil and illness, St. John the Baptist was said to carry springs with him to ward off evil and before that. In many European cultures there are Midsummer rituals where it was thrown into fires to offer protection to ward off witches, evil spirits, and illness. In a lot of cultures, mugwort is used to open the doors between the spirit realm and ours, many people use it for prophetic dreams or to connect with ancestors. Sprigs of mugwort were placed over doorways to keep away evil spirits and illness and satchels of the herb are commonly placed near beds or under pillows to induce lucid dreaming, prophetic dreams, and astral projection. In modern practice, it’s very commonly used to promote lucid dreams and astral projection by drinking it in teas or lighting incense. As well as used to aid in divination and spirit communication. Truly the witch’s herb :)

⛧ Lucid dreaming, astral work, clairsenses/psychic work, lunar associated, motherhood/womanhood, divination, ancestor/spirit work, protection from bad health, evil spirits, and nightmares

Purslane- also called pigweed, hogweed, and Portulaca oleracea. Purslane resembles a jade plant with a thick, succulent red stem and smooth succulent leaves. It’s a very low-growing plant that tends to spread outward from its center. Purslane’s leaves, stems, and flowers are edible. It tastes tart and slightly salty, similar to spinach or watercress. You shouldn’t consume it if you are prone to kidney or urinary tract stones as it contains oxalic acid. Purslane is often used in salads, soups, smoothies, and commonly even omelets. It’s considered to be a superfood but that’s generally an arbitrary term, it is a very nutritious plant nevertheless as it contains a lot of antioxidants and Omega 3 acids. Purslane is used medicinally on small wounds and burns to aid in wound health. It’s used in skincare for its anti-inflammatory properties and to reduce the visibility of wrinkles and scars. Purslane may have a cooling effect so people have used it for fevers. There are a lot of different medical uses attributed to purslane but not much scientific proof validating the claims so I won’t really go into those very much but it was often used to cure toothaches and soothe the kidneys and liver, some would call it a cure-all plant. Some will use it to help with their diabetes as it may help reduce blood pressure. Purslane was used widely as a medicinal herb and was thought to drive away illness if worn. It was considered a protective herb in many cultures, many would place it around their homes, beds, and under pillows to ward against illness, evil spirits, and magic. When researching purslane I found a lot of mentions of an old German herbal book from 1715 by Axtelmeier that said

“Even though purslane is cold and moist, it is a real summer plant and does not like the cold. There is a saying that in marriage it is always good when two different temperaments join together. The good Lord alone knows what is best and for that reason sometimes two very different personalities join together in marriage”.

I couldn’t find for the life of me the actual work it was from but there are many mentions of this passage online. There are also some references to people having worn purslane to protect themselves from gunshots, lightning, and illness. Purslane is also said to help aid in clairvoyance, scrying, and astral projection, perhaps because of its association with the moon.

⛧ Harmony, marriage, clairvoyance, astral projection, protection from spirits, illness, and harm

St. John’s Wort- Also known as perforate St. John’s wort (SJW) and Hypericum perforatum, not to be confused with mugwort. A woody flowering shrub with bright yellow, five-petalled leaves, each with a small black dot on the edge that can be seen when held up to light. It has dark green leaves which also often have those same small black, although sometimes transparent, dots. While SJW is not really regarded as being poisonous, it’s not ingestible so it’s not recommended to eat it. It’s not technically edible or not edible, the flowers and fruit are used medicinally but that’s usually the extent of consumption. If you do eat it, you may experience an upset stomach, headaches, confusion, trouble sleeping, fatigue, dizziness, sensitivity to sunlight, and increased anxiety. There aren’t many culinary uses for it, most of this will be about its medicinal uses. SJW has been used medicinally for a very, very long time, both in historical and modern-day use. This plant is usually consumed through teas, liquid extracts, and (more recently) pills made from the flowers. It’s said to taste slightly bitter but similar to black tea though is often times paired with other herbs. Historically, the Greeks used to use it to aid in wound healing, treat anxiety and aid in sleep. Some Native American nations also used it for wound healing, it has some antibacterial, antiviral, and anti-inflammatory properties which make it good to treat minor burns, abrasions, and bruises, this is usually done through the use of an infused oil. In Europe, it was also used to treat minor wounds and burns along with lung and kidney ailments and to treat anxiety and depression. SJW has been used to help with anxiety and depression in many different cultures and more recently there have been studies done to prove that it can help, in fact, it’s been shown to be as effective as some common antidepressants for mild and severe depression. It’s also still commonly used as a sleep aid. Do not take SJW if you’re on medications treating HIV/AIDS, or pregnant as it can very likely cause a miscarriage.

In Europe, where it originates, it was used often for its protective properties — people would hang it over their doorways to ward off demons, faeries, evil spirits, and even storms. Some would wear SJW to keep away witches and witchcraft and it was said to offer the most protection if it was accidentally found. The Greeks also used SJW to exorcise evil spirits and energies. It was heavily believed to offer good health and protection from death, making it quite the protective herb. Though, there is a story saying that if you step on the plant after dark a phantom horse/faery would kidnap you and drop you off somewhere far from where you started. During Christian Europe, it was associated with St. John the Baptist because it bloomed around when his canonical birthday was, it was also used to celebrate the Summer Solstice around the same time. Some Christians believed that the spots on the plant only appeared after the beheading of the Saint and that it represents his blood. Many would also put SJW under their pillow as they slept as they believed that the Saint would come to them in their dreams and offer them blessings and protection. In a German poem, there is a story of a young girl using this plant to divine who she will marry, its association with divination/fortune telling is a very common one being found in a lot of European folklore where people ask how long they’ll live or who they’ll marry. This was usually done by asking a question, leaving it hanging from the rafters overnight, and if it was wilted it would be a negative outcome. Modernly, SJW is still widely in use for very similar things like protection, healing, and divination.

⛧ Happiness, tranquility, Solar associated, protection from witchcraft, spirits, and storms, warding off evil spirits, fae, and negative energies

Wood Sorrel- Wood sorrels are members of the Oxalis genus, many being known by the common name wood sorrel. They’re characterized by 3 leaflets very similar to shamrocks and flowers with 5 petals that are typically either yellow, white, pink, or red. Some varieties have 4 leaves or purple leaves. The fruit is a small capsule that holds seeds that ‘explode’ to disperse them. They look very similar to creeping buttercups and sometimes can be mistaken as clover. Wood sorrel has been eaten by many people throughout history, they taste slightly like lemons and are sour, causing it to sometimes be referred to as sourgrass. If you like the taste you can dry and boil the leaves to make a lemony tea or add them fresh to salads. The juices of the plant have sometimes been used as a vinegar substitute or aid in curdling milk.

The name Oxalis comes from the Greek word oxús meaning sharp or pungent, referring to the sour taste. All members of the Oxalis genus contain oxalic acid, named after the genus, which gives the leaves that bitter taste. While safe to consume, in large doses it can be dangerous and cause skin and stomach irritation. With prolonged skin exposure, it can cause skin irritation and eye damage if in contact. With very large doses, it can be slightly toxic and interfere with proper digestion and kidney functions, and inhibit calcium absorption. So, Oxalis is safe for the most part but should be avoided if you have kidney diseases or are pregnant.

Oxalis has been used medicinally for a long time. It contains a lot of Vitamin C so it was sometimes used to treat scurvy. It’s been chewed to alleviate thirst and mouth sores. It has cooling properties and has been used in teas to drive away fevers and heat flashes, and help with sore throats and mouth sores. The juice can be gargled to rid mouth ulcers and applied in a compress or poultice to stop bleeding (coagulant) and reduce inflammation and swelling.

“In Dr. James Duke's Handbook of Edible Weeds, he notes that the Native American Kiowa people chewed wood sorrel to alleviate thirst on long trips, the Potawatomi cooked it with sugar to make a dessert, the Algonquin considered it an aphrodisiac, the Cherokee ate wood sorrel to alleviate mouth sores and a sore throat, and the Iroquois ate wood sorrel to help with cramps, fever and nausea.”

It’s obvious that wood sorrel looks very similar to a shamrock, so much so that it’s been argued that the shamrock might have originally been a species of Oxalis. Likely because of the resemblance, they’re often associated with luck and used in similar ways as clover. It also has 3 leaflets, 3 is a very symbolic number to many that represents past, present and future; upper, middle, and lower realms/worlds; and (re)birth, life, and death — similar to the symbolism of clover/shamrock. It’s also sometimes used as a protective plant similar to how lemon and vinegar are, making it useful in cleansing and banishing. In the Language of Flowers, it represents joy and happiness.

⛧ Joy, happiness, luck, cleansing/banishing, protection from negative spirits

Wormwood- Also called absinthe, common wormwood, and Artemisia absinthium. Wormwood is technically edible but it’s not something you can just pick and eat, natural wormwood contains thujone which can be toxic in large doses and could cause seizures. It’s also incredibly bitter so you probably wouldn’t want to eat it to begin with. Thujone is considered dangerous by the FDA but there are a lot of thujone-free wormwood products that you can purchase online. The main use of wormwood is its part in making absinthe which is an alcohol made from several different plants, another mundane use is repelling bugs.

In 1905, a French man by the name of Jean Lanfray killed his pregnant wife and two children while drunk on absinthe, this only added to the fear surrounding absinthe at the time and people began to believe that absinthe caused extreme violence, hallucinations, and death. Researchers started to experiment with wormwood and thujone in extremely large doses on animals and found it can cause seizures, hallucinations, paralysis, and death. A petition by the Croix Bleue in 1907 was signed by over 400,000 people:

“Absinthe makes you crazy and criminal, provokes epilepsy and tuberculosis, and has killed thousands of French people. It makes a ferocious beast of man, a martyr of woman, and a degenerate of the infant, it disorganizes and ruins the family and menaces the future of the country”

This caused absinthe to be banned in several European countries and the US around 1912. We now know that these reactions were caused by the alcohol in the absinthe and that the thujone in wormwood has very little effect unless taken in drastic doses. Absinthe was legalized in 2007 as long as it was thujone free. Wormwood is used in a lot of medicinal ways too, it’s important to note here that the amount of thujone in wormwood teas and medicinal infusions/pills is insignificant to the amount that is in distilled wormwood like alcohols (absinthe) and essential oils. Teas and medicinal methods that contain wormwood are safe as long as they are used properly. Wormwood is commonly used as a dewormer, hence the name, and has been proven to treat parasitic worm infections in animals just as well as commercial medicines. Wormwood is good to help with digestion issues like heartburn, stomach pain, constipation, and diarrhea – many people use it to help deal with symptoms of Crohn’s disease. Some studies have also shown that wormwood can help reduce pain and inflammation, some have used it to help treat their arthritis and joint pain. You can buy wormwood extracts and capsules online, though keep in mind that it’s not intended for extended use. Do not take wormwood if you are pregnant, it can cause a miscarriage, and do not consume if you have kidney issues because there is a chance it can cause abnormal liver function if taken too much or often.

Wormwood has a lot of magical uses both traditional and modernly. Like yarrow, it’s been used for love divination/magic —

“On St. Luke’s Day, take marigold flowers, a sprig of marjoram, thyme, and a little Wormwood; dry them before a fire, rub them to powder; then sift it through a fine piece of lawn, and simmer it over a slow fire, adding a small quantity of virgin honey, and vinegar. Anoint yourself with this when you go to bed, saying the following lines three times, and you will dream of your partner ‘that is to be’ St. Luke, “St. Luke, be kind to me, In dreams let me my true-love see.””

There is also a Bible passage that references wormwood as a star that taints the water and kills thousands of men, this is symbolic and in reference to how bitter the plant is. There are some Slavic folktales about carrying a sprig of wormwood with you to ward away evil spirits. It was said that if you burned it in a graveyard, the dead would rise and speak. It was burned with sandalwood to aid in summoning spirits. In modern-day practice, wormwood is drunk in teas and put under pillows to promote lucid dreaming and astral projection or to help aid in strengthening their psychic abilities and divination. Many use it to help ward off spirits as well as to communicate with them.

⛧ Astral projection, lucid dreaming, divination, psychic abilities, protection from spirits, protection while traveling, spirit communication

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼

Disclaimer !!: Before you consume or use a plant medicinally, make sure you are 100% sure on the ID. Speak with a doctor before using a plant medicinally, especially if you’re pregnant, and make sure you aren’t allergic and that it won’t interact with any of your medications. Do not substitute legitimate medications with herbal remedies, this is not medical advice. Always do your own research before consuming or using a plant medicinally. Some of the plants, while generally safe for humans, are not safe for animals and children. Make sure to avoid areas treated with pesticides and always wash your takings before use. And make sure you're never over-harvesting, always make sure there's another patch nearby (unless invasive) !!

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lilac-multifandom-multishipper · 7 months

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headcanon time again!! or maybe this became more of a drabble. idk man, I just type my brain words

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cater needs braces. he needs braces sO BADLY. boyo has the most crooked teeth ever in the most anime way possible. in the dorm of brits, he's the only (important) one with the stereotypical teeth.

cater does not have, nor has he ever had braces. he doesn't even have an orthodontist. why?

oh. well, when you move around a lot, you suddenly find that everything feels important except you. it's fine. they're just stressed, right?

pack up, car ride, unpack, decorate. break a plate, cut your hand, get yelled at, disinfect, wrap it up. in a month, they'll ask where that scar came from.

similarly, complain of a toothache, get an ibuprofen. "it still hurts? well, give it a minute to kick in."

"it's been an hour? seven, cay, why do you have to be so damn dramatic? it doesn't even hurt that bad. maybe if you brushed your teeth properly, they wouldn't look so awful."

"what? you want to go to a dentist? what, and have me spend more money on you? I just bought your sister a car, and you think we can afford to waste money on your attention-seeking habits? how did I raise such a selfish-"

that was where cater usually stopped trying. if it was his sisters, mommy and daddy dearest would make it all better. with him, nothing ever got done until it was blatantly obvious that there was a problem.

but it was okay.

filters are good for covering lots of things. acne scars, tear tracks, bruises, and sometimes even your selfish, attention-seeking, just-as-awful-as-you teeth.

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #twst cater #angst #twisted wonderland cater #I haven't ever written seriously on here before #I hope you guys like it! ^_^

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tackypies · 10 months

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rating andersen's fairy tale characters based on how fucked up they'd be as summons

the tinderbox dogs: really cute trio, if you ignore the fact that one of them has eyes the size of windmills. they're good dogs brett the traveling companion: dead man-turned-angel. not the worst. can decapitate your enemies and offer you some sweet salves the old house: that's just depression and isolation due to old age. why are you putting yourself in there. the shadow: DO NOT SUMMON THIS BASTARD AT ALL COSTS!!! SCP MOTHERFUCKER !!!! DO NOT TRUST HIM !!!! the galoshes of fortune: you must be fucking kidding me. this thing has caused more misfortune than a case of broken mirrors. a man nearly lost all sense of self because he was transformed into a beam of light. do not put these on. the ice maiden: this is NOT the snow queen. do NOT summon her thinking she's the snow queen. she's going to play the long game to claim your soul and shit auntie toothache: described as satania infernalis. will torture you until you give up your hopes and dreams of becoming famous. 50/50 chance of her playing bongos on your teeth or your enemy's teeth. okay if you're not artistically inclined little claus: thats just a murderer the ugly duckling: yes please summon him please kiss him on his little head

#fate grand order #fgo #hans christian andersen

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jihyocentric · 1 year

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domestic nahyo

nayeon and jisoo ate too much sweets while jihyo is in her office working and both of them have toothaches and are whining at jihyo when she found them, jihyo told them that they're going to the dentist but nayeon and jisoo both won't go. Fast forward to them at the dentist waiting, jisoo is seating besides jihyo but nayeon is on jihyo's lap being a baby compared to their actual kid

Sry if it's long or confusing. Have a good day!

thank you for this request! i was really going to fill an older one, but this is such a smart and cute rq! i had to do it now 🥹

nayeon is a responsible parent. mostly. but when jisoo is giving her the cutest abandoned puppy look and asking for candy, sometimes she forgets how scary jihyo can be when she doesn't take her instructions seriously.

she reminds it clearly. jihyo's voice echoes in her head, of the time she warned nayeon that she would know if she teamed up with jisoo to eat candy behind her back, because her mother instincts never failed. she has been caught before, and the cold shoulder jihyo gave her for days still scarred her, but she can't say no to her own baby crying because she wants more candy than she should have.

"just one more, mama." jisoo raises a single finger, and nayeon's heart drops. she finds herself trapped in her daughter's adorableness, unable to say the word 'no'. "i won't tell mommy. like yesterday!"

nayeon sighs, rubs her face with her palms and looks at jisoo. "i'll give you one more. but you will have to go to mommy's office and distract her for a couple of minutes, okay? think you can do that, babygirl?"

nayeon knew she couldn't risk have jihyo around when she went upstairs to get the candy. after jisoo found out where they initially hid them, in the kitchen, they had to change their hiding place and jihyo put the candy in their room, thinking that jisoo wouldn't have access to more than she was supposed to have if they kept it there.

but nayeon was jisoo's personal smuggler. she should be giving jisoo one candy a day, it's what jisoo should have, and then fruits as her other kinds of sweets. as jisoo was a baby, she wasn't allowed to have more than one, because her teeth were fragile and some of them still growing. jihyo cared about making jisoo eat healthily, and nayeon did too, but not both of them could say no to their baby.

when jisoo opens the door of the office, jihyo opens a big smile. she didn't lock the door because she was only reading a couple of documents, and at the weekends jihyo tried her best not to focus on work. she'd been there for half an hour at max, and she'd soon return to her family.

"did you miss me, baby? come here." jihyo taps her lap, and jisoo goes to her right away.

"how long will it take, mommy?" jisoo asks, looking at the files in jihyo's desk. "i want to play with you."

"ten more minutes, baby. then i'm all yours for the entire weekend. how does that sound?" jihyo smiles, brushing jisoo's cheek tenderly. "you can stay here if you want. i just need to-"

"no! it's okay, mommy! i can wait!" jisoo says quickly. nayeon taught her to be sneaky way too well. to be convincing enough, jisoo opens a smile, showing jihyo the bunny teeth she got from her mama.

as much as jisoo tries to hide her true intentions, jihyo finds jisoo's answer quite unusual. at any other time, jisoo would agree and stay quietly on jihyo's lap until she finished working, but what jisoo says after that seems to convince jihyo enough.

"i'm playing with mama, so you can join us when you're done, okay?" jisoo blinks adorably, nayeon's loyal accomplice, and jihyo has no reasons to suspect her anymore.

jisoo gets off of jihyo's lap with her mommy's help, and receives a soft pat on her head.

"i'll join you soon, baby. go ahead." jihyo tells her, laughing when jisoo runs away, probably going to find nayeon.

jihyo never finds out that nayeon has been sneaking more candy to their baby.

jisoo has been an angel ever since she was born, never causing any trouble, so jihyo has no reason to think anything was wrong, but she felt it. she knew something wasn't right and she wanted to question nayeon about it, but she didn't want to sound like the crazy, overprotective parent she could be, so she ends up not saying anything.

everything seems normal enough, until one day she arrives from work earlier than she normally would and she finds jisoo on nayeon's lap, both of them having a conversation. jihyo shouldn't be sneaking, but she always found it cute to see them talking. jisoo always had a lot to talk about and nayeon pretended she understood everything, even adding her own silly ideas into their conversations.

but what jihyo thought would be a cute discussion about dinosaurs, cartoons or anything jisoo liked, turned out to be both of them complaining about toothache.

"i think i didn't floss your teeth properly, babygirl. open your mouth wider, let mama see." nayeon inspects her daughter's mouth, but she's clearly not a professional, she can't tell what's wrong. strangely enough, her teeth hurt too. she sighs, letting jisoo close her mouth. "so that's what happens when we eat too much candy..."

"i knew it!" jihyo's voice makes both of them flinch, the guilty girls looking at her instantly. "i knew something was wrong. you've been giving jisoo candy on my back, im nayeon? did i hear that right?"

jisoo hops off of nayeon's lap and goes running to jihyo, leaving nayeon to receive jihyo's cold shoulder alone, no longer her partner in crime.

"mommy, it hurts here." jisoo holds her own cheek, pouting as she looks at her responsible mom.

jihyo sighs, taking jisoo on her lap, placing a kiss on her baby's forehead. "we're going to the dentist to get it fixed, don't worry baby. but i don't want you eating more candy than mommy gives you, okay?"

"d-dentist?" nayeon gulps. jihyo gives her a sharp look, one that makes her keep quiet and accept her fate.

"go change your clothes, im nayeon." jihyo tells her coldly, turning around and going upstairs to change jisoo's clothes.

it's somewhat late when they arrive at the dentist, and jihyo doesn't want to talk to nayeon. she feels betrayed, and now she had not only one but two babies with toothache attached to her arms. jisoo seemed fine, she wasn't scared at all, because jihyo told her that the doctor would take care of her teeth like the pediatrician took care of her, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

nayeon on the other hand nearly trembled on her seat. jihyo only realized nayeon was truly scared when they were at the waiting room and nayeon was grabbing her hand impossibly tight, all but hopping on her lap. she felt bad for ignoring nayeon all this time, because she seemed genuinely scared.

"it shouldn't be anything serious." jihyo tells her softly, a thumb rubbing the back of nayeon's hand while the other held jisoo close. "jisoo probably feels toothache because some of her teeth are still growing. and you might have bit hard candy. it's no big deal. we just need to get it checked."

"i know." nayeon says, biting her lip anxiously. "i'm sorry. i just really, really hate coming here." she looks over at their baby, worried about the one who's supposed to be scared, but jisoo was taking a nap beside jihyo as they waited. "she's just like you. so brave."

"thank god," jihyo sighs, relieved. nayeon pouts. "i wouldn't know what to do if she was a scaredy cat like you."

"of course you would." nayeon disagrees, despite being attacked. "you're such a good mom, baby. you always know what to do. our next babies will be safe with you."

jihyo raises an eyebrow. "next babies?"

"yep!" nayeon smiles, showing her gums and her aching teeth.

"one is enough." jihyo holds jisoo tighter, protective.

nayeon shrugs. "that's what you say now."

before jihyo has the chance to reinforce that jisoo was more than enough, the dentist calls them. nayeon might have won this battle, but she didn't win the war... yet.

#anon #nayeon #jihyo #domestic!nahyo #nahyo #sfw #fill

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bitchkay · 13 days

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"Whatchu doin' wit all dat ass lemme touch it🍑"

CoD consorts giving backshots😈 Pt. 1

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

Sex headcanons/scenarios.

What else do you even know me for? I'm either writing sickly sweet fluff to the point of a toothache or the dirtiest raunchiest smut you ever read and if it's neither of those its outta pocket and unserious. How long's it been since I posted an actual list of headcanons so be grateful🙄✋🏽/hj

*random order*

First of all

Guy's a hair puller-- you did not hear that shit from me😶😶

Guy doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself I think he should do back to kindergarten--

Bro is banging you like BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH--

Watching the ripple of ya ass cheeks upon contact

The recoil on that thing😳

Guy is PRESSING your back into an arch like bro it can only go so far what you tryna do crack my spine--

Yes.

Guy is 100% blowing your back out like hes trying to break your back.

Don't even think about running from it cus that man is pulling you right back on the dick

If yall clapping cheeks but yall not clapping cheeks you not really clapping cheeks

You gripped the sheets below you until your knuckles turned white

Guy kneeled behind you, hands pressed firmly against the curve of your back as he fucked into you at a fixed pace. The sound of your sex echoed off the walls as your skin clapped together at a fast rythm. Your body bounced forward with every hard thrust of his hips; your surprised the headboard wasn't slamming against the wall

"Mmph--!! Slow- slow down!" You cried out throwing your head back.

This was entirely too much all at one time. Although you didn't expect anything less from Guy.

Your arms reached forward almost attempting to pull your body away unsure if craved more or had enough. Your attempt proved futile as Guy yanked you back onto him, gripping you one hand on your waist the other ankored on your shoulder.

"Come back here."

With your back in a deep arch he pulled you back into his thrusts as he tugged your body up, tipping your chin back to kiss your lips upside down with a gentleness that contradicted the rough assault on your pussy.

"Too... too much... can't take it.." your breathing laboured and your eyes glossy and wet. You can't count how many times you've cum already tonight.

"Yes you can. I know you can." Guy pecked your lips one more time before pining you to the bed picking up an unrelenting pace slamming into you with more energy than before.

You moaned loudly feeling that familiar feeling inside your pussy as you felt Guy pull and push inside you. The fat of your ass cheeks rippled upon contact, his balls slapping your clit; you felt so sensitive feeling every detail of Guys cock against your walls.

"You asked for this so take it."

Rio sees the curve of your back, the very arch of your spine

and his eyes roll back--

Bro thinks he died and went to heaven

Just the sight of you face down ass up he felt his cock twitch

Rio always seems to deal with this inner turmoil in his mind when you get intimate

"I wanna ruin them😳" "I wanna love them😚" "I don't wanna hurt them🥺" "But they're so sexy😳" "they deserve to be cherished🥰" "I wanna see them absolutely mindless with pleasure at my hand👁👁" "Stop, I need to be gentle with them😥" "I'm at my limit😶"

He's always torn between making sweet love to your body and fucking like mating rabbits

His brain short circuits when you throw it back on him.

What ever happens next is between him and god now, he's out

He apologizes in advance for what he's about to do and promises to give you a back massage and indulge in a warm bath when he's done cus he's about to be really fucking you now

You have the sexiest back he's ever seen.

Rio is so painfully hard at this point. The way your back arches beautifully and the way your plump ass cheeks bounce off his lower stomach as you grind on him needily. He's not thinking straight anymore.

He let you do your own thing for the last little while and fuck yourself on his cock. He couldn't get enough of you. Suddenly he found his hands on you ass cheeks kneading your thick flesh in his big hands.

"... Rio?"

"Forgive me."

"Forgive you? What are you apologizing for-- Mmm!!"

As if on cue you felt the full length of Rios dick roughly fuck into you. You felt it twitch inside you as it kissed your cervix, reaching your deepest spots.

"Ohh... fuck..." you gripped the sheets beneath you as you felt the familiar drag of his cock as he pulled out, thrusting back in with as much ferocity.

"Urg..." Rio hung his head, moaning out as he repeated the action, already loosing himself to the feeling. "Dear creator..."

You moaned as he tugged you back into his thrusts, your body squirming beneath him. Moaning his name as he fucked you, the lewd wet sound of your bodies clapping echoing off the walls.

"Oh my-- oh my god! Rio!" You moaned loudly wanting to bury you face in the pillows.

"Ah... oh... you're to- you're too good--!" Rio moaned fucking into you, your pussy gripped him like a vice, it was hard not to get addicted when you're always so warm, wet and... tight.

Your brain was turning to mush. You couldn't help but cum on his dick, your overstimulated body shuttering as Rio pushed you over the edge.

"Ah... that's... you're so pretty... so pretty when you finish..." Rios hands ran up and down your back softly as he sped up his pace. "More... need more"

Toa would much rather see your face but shit he like this😈

I feel like Toa like switching positions a bit

Like I said he would much rather look at your face but a little booty never hurt no one😋

Toa is one that's always holding you around your waist

Enjoying the hot drag of his cock between your folds before he needs to feel his skin against yours

He'd lean over you and pull you up so your back is against his chest, arm draped around your middle, the other anchored on the head board as he fucks you from behind

The skin to skin contact makes it 10× better

You both ignore the way sweat sticks to your skin as Toa kisses your shoulders praising your sweet body

Don't expect him to let up anytime soon

"Ahh..."

You moan hotly as Toa fills you up, your back flush to his chest. He hushes you as he kisses the side of your face, holding you around your middle reassuring you.

"Shh... you're doing so well pretty... so good..." Toa kisses your ear as he buries himself inside you, his pelvis flushed to your ass.

He thrusted in with such purpose if he wasn't holding you up you're sure you would've fallen face first into the pillows. Toa with one hand gripping the headboard, fucked into you kissing the back of your neck trailing kisses down your back as your moans rung throughout the room.

Good thing he used that soundproofing spell.

"Hah ahh... fuck... Toa, please..." your head hung as your back arched feeling a trail of drool rim your lips. You didn't even know what you were begging for but you know you need more of him.

"Yes..." Toa picked up your head with the arm that was wrapped around your middle, turning your head to kiss your lips, licking up the drool before it fell.

His pace increased; with your body now ankored from your chin your back arched deeper making him feel like he was in your stomach.

"Ah-! Oh my--!" One of your hands went up to cup his cheek pulling him to your lips needing to occupy your mouth muffling your moans.

Toa kissed you back, his tongue exploring your mouth groaning as he felt your pussy clench around the length of his cock.

"Mmm... that feel good?" He panted in your mouth, his arm going back around your waist pulling your body right up against him.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Toa! Please... more.."

"More? How could I ever say no to you~♡"

This man is a freak.

Bro also dosen't know how to keep his hands to himself like they always on the move, like stay in one place boy!

Roy will truely make you crazy the way he has you like this

He's holding your waist, holding your hips, he's kneading the thick of your ass in his hands while he goes at it with you

Bro is holding your thighs too his hands are everywhere!!

If its permissible his hands are in your hair too and he's not opposed to tugging on it a little bit

wraps a hand around your neck to pull you back for a kiss--

Will hold you flush against his chest with one hand around your neck and the other on your clit while he coos in your ear--

He's gently pressing your back into an arch with one hand, holding and kneading one of your ass cheeks with the other while watching himself disappear inside you

And he's moaning too

Like bro is moaning

Saying shit like how good he feels, how good you feel, how pretty he thinks you are

Bro won't shut the fuck up💀

And he loves when you look back at him😩

But dont get it twisted you a freak too

"Ohhh~ right there baby~ right there~~"

You threw your head back, letting out a pornographic moan, your back arching as you moved your hips back against him.

"Mmm... creator..." Roy groaned as he felt you tighten arround him, his hands situated on the meat of your ass, pulling you back into him.

You felt heavenly, he could barely contain himself. Your pussy hugged his cock like a sleeve, pulling him back in every time he pulled back. You were so slippery... so warm... tight. Roy could drown.

"You feel so good Heartspell... taking me so well~"

He thrusted forward savoring your wetness as you dripped down his shaft, the wet clap of his hips meeting your ass sounded delightfully filthy as he sped up almost as if he was looking to peirce your heart with his sex.

"Oh~hh mmm... Roy... so good..." you slurred gripping the sheets below as your pressed back against him meeting his thrusts. Your delirious moans echoed throughout the room as your pussy made the most wet obscene noises.

"Oh you're so wet~ 'love me so much don't you?~" Roy caressed your thighs up and down as he lengthened his thrusts pulling almost all the way out before pushing to the hilt in a fluid motion.

"Ah-! Yes...! Yes, I love you so much! S'good to me..."

"Yes I am~ Winsome thing you are~"

His praises punctuated with a long deep thrust, shaking your body forward with each movement. It was hard to describe your pussy as anything if not soaking wet. You coated Roy's hard cock in your sticky translucent fluid making it easy to slip in and out of your lurid pussy.

"Oh... you're so good Heartspell~ I'm making you feel good?~" his eager thrusts grew erratic, holding your waist as he deep dicked you into the mattress.

In his pursuit his cock accidentally slipped out of your pussy, rubbing through your folds against your clit in attempt to slip back in inside dick dripping in your essence.

"Oops i--"

You reached back grabbing his dick as it slipped out stroking it as you teased your folds pushing it back in. You turned your head back, looking Roy in his golden yellow eyes blown out by lust as you fuck yourself back on him, slowly, almost teasingly.

"We're... we're not finished... I haven't gotten my fill of this dick yet...~

Oh you definitely have his heart under a spell alright.

Lynt can be insatiable sometimes however👀

Lynt will drive you CRAZY the way he stroking you

Lynt is truly making love to your body man

Slow purposeful strokes as he enjoys your body knowing your just aching beneath him

It's like you're both under a spell, stuck in a trance as you moan in sync

He's holding and kneading and touching on the thick softness of your ass cheeks while he do it

The way Lynt slowly thrusts is delicious, you're clawing at the sheets below you

This can go on for hours and you still can't get enough

"Mmm~ fuck!"

You gripped the pillow tightly, your brain turning to mush off of the slow drag of Lynts cock in your pussy. The man gripped the thick of your hips as he pushed into your pillowy wetness.

"You're so warm~..." Lynt sighed as he pulled you into his thrusts, your cunt fluttering around him. "So good~..."

It felt like he was going deeper each thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every drag. You wiggled your hips as you pushed back on him meeting his thrusts, feeling yourself drip down your thighs.

"O-ohh~" Lynts hands moved from their place at you're hips, massaging your back and waist affectionately before going back, holding the sweet fat of your ass.

"Mmm!" You buried your face in the pillow arching your back further as you felt him twitch inside you.

Your cunt pulsed and convulsed hugging Lynts cock so nicely he couldn't help but moan. You left a wet sheen on his shaft, a white ring left at the base of his cock, the sight making him groan; proof he's making you feel good.

"Augh~ ... creator you're amazing~"

Don't let that pretty boy smile fool you this man is a demon!!

Dia is beating your back in.

Your face is buried in the pillows while the wet slap of your sex echos throughout the room

He loves the sound it makes, proof of the intensity of your fucking

Dia will lean over your back, one hand on your waist and kiss your back spewing a mixture of filthy words and praises all while hitting you from behind.

*moans loudly*

He's gently holding your back in it's pretty arch as he goes at you like he has no intention of stopping

Arms wrapped around you like he loves whispering sweet nothings in your ear while he fuck you from behind like youd done something to personally offend him.

Let's not forget hes handsy too

Kneeled behind you, Dia holds your hips steady as you ease back on him, impaling yourself on his cock.

"That's it... don't hurt yourself~" he caressed your waist and thighs as you pushed down all the way until your thighs were flush. "I'm fully inside lovesong~"

He kisses the back of your neck, wrapping his arms around your middle letting his hands wonder your naked skin.

"Dia..." you sigh his name, calling out as his hands cup your breasts paying them attention

"Yes? Something wrong?" He says teasingly, knowing exactly what it is you want.

You move your hips, a needy whine leaving your lips at the stimulation. If the way your pussy gripped him was any indication, you were wildly horny.

"Why don't you tell me? Say it outloud." You're reactions fueled him, your embarrassed face was adorable to him.

"Give it to me... please move."

"So demanding~" he cooed "Not that I mind~"

Dia held you firmly by the waist looking down the curve of your back, his eyes moving towards the fat of your ass, one hand moving to grip it moving it around to watch the flesh jiggle around his palm.

"You needn't do a thing, lovesong♡. Hold fast for me."

Even with his warning fresh in your mind, nothing could've prepared your for the absolutely mind fuck that followed.

"Fuck! Ah--!"

One hard thrust sent you falling face first into the sheets a loud moan crawling up your throat. It felt like he had your g spot on a target hitting the bullseye with perfect aim. You instantly felt yourself get wetter and your moans increasingly growing in volume like his dick hit the shut off switch to your brain, reduced to your baser instincts.

"Ah! Ah! Mmmm..." you buried your face in the pillows, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.

You writhed beneath him, unconsciously fucking back on him meeting his thrusts, moaning out profanities and moans of pleasure.

"Relax love... relax..." Dia caressed your back soothingly cooing sweet words in contrast with his hard pace.

"Mmmm... Dia..." you moaned out his name turning your head, wanting to see his face.

"Yes love song... you feeling good? You can tell me if it's too much," Dia leaned over, kissing your shoulder before kissing your cheek lovingly.

"More..." you whispered, whining as his pase slowed.

"More?"

"Need you... wanna be filled with you... with everything you have to give... keep going please~"

A fan favorite this one

Fenn also likes switching positions a bunch cus duh

But hes still gon beat your back in

He really feels like he can do whatever he wants like this

Like he can start banging you real rough, shoving your face into the pillows and you can't do nothing about it

Or he cann go at it real slow and sensual, massaging your back, shoulders and ass cheeks while praising you on your pretty arched back

If you tell him to stop he will in a heartbeat so he can and will go crazy if you let him

If you throw it back on him he'll freeze

You just threw him in a loop hold on let the man regain his composure

He'll let you do your thing like yes fuck him back

Eyes glued to your ass cheeks

But even still hes still like👁👁

Gets a lil possessive when he deep in it lowkey

You lasted longer then when you're riding him that's for sure

Bro is in love💀

"Yes... just like that treasure..."

Gripping the edge of the mattress you eased back on him moaning as he reached your deepest spots. Fenns dick curved just right to have you writhing beneath him almost wishing it can pierce you through.

"Mmh..." you ducked your head into the pillow muffling your sounds as you wriggled your bum desiring more friction.

Fenn caressed your sides, rubbing your back from your shoulder blades to the soft mounds of your ass. He was in a lovey mood today, and as much as he loves to see you're face as you fall apart, he couldn't deny he liked the view.

With a deep thrust forward Fenn watched as your ass bounced off his hips.

"Ah-!"

"So pretty... You're really pretty." Yup he was pussy whipped.

No, more than that, he was enamored with you and your tight cunt.

You fucked back on him meeting his thrusts, gripping the sheets as you both chased your climax

First of all Lance eats your ass first

Licking it from the back strong grip on your thighs as you put it in his face

Gotta make sure you ready for him after all🥴🥴

*moans loudly*

One of his favorite positions😈

Especially when you get into it like😩

Fuck

He got his hands all over you, holding your waist as he pulls you back into his thrusts

Kneading your ass cheeks watching himself disappear inside you

Don't you dare hide your moans, he wants to hear you

Yeah moan extra loud just for him

He looses it when you fuck him back, the sound of cheeks clapping bouncing off the walls

Leans over to kiss your back spewing declarations of love before getting back to it

Banging your back in the way you deserve

Worshipping your backside as it should be

"Oh my god!"

With a tight grip on the edge of the bed you threw your head back, a loud moan flying out of your lips. Lance leaned over kissing your shoulders as he pulled you back into his thrusts.

His wild pace almost made it hard to breathe as your ass bounced off his lower abdomen. Both your bodies were slick with sweat as you fucked, the bed groaning under your weight.

"Yeah~ that's it~♡" Lance said through gritted teeth kneading the fat of your ass as he speared you on his cock enjoying the sight of you beneath him loosing your mind at his hand. A ring of white gathered at the base of his cock with every thrust, your thick fuck cream making this even more filthy.

"Mm mm mmm!!" You bit your lips moaning as you subconsciously fucked back against him chasing the pleasure. "Ahh!"

"So good~ moan more. I want to hear you."

"Ahh!" You nearly pulled the sheets off the bed in your iron grip tossing your head back again, your back in a perfect arch as you moan loudly, any regard for your volume thrown out the window. "Yes yes yes!!"

Lance leaned into your exposed shoulder again nibbling on the skin, not slowing his pace as the sound of your sex echoed off the walls.

"Mmm... always responding so beautifully to me~"

You could barely form a coherent reply. Using one hand to reach back, you grabbed around for him until you found his arm. Lance taking the hint curved his hand around yours, lacing your fingers together, then pinning your hands to the bed as he sped up his pace.

"Oh- oh fuck! Mmm!!" You squeezed his hand as your body nearly jumped forward, your free hand scratching the bed. "Lance~♡... I'm so... mmm shit... I'm so happy... keep loving me... keep loving me~♡"

"Oh love~...how you entice me... I'll give you what you want~♡"

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