#Bridal carries are also called princess carries and I think it’s so cute that that’s how he picks her up at the end

[bucketsofmonsters]

A Diplomatic Error

cw: enemies to lovers, kidnapping, being tied up, manhandling, size difference, non-human genitalia, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

male orc x fem reader

Word count: 9k

You were headed to another counsel meeting. You never really stopped attending them, despite the fact that they never listened to a word you had to say. 

Your father said it was good for morale. You didn’t understand how watching someone sit around and not help was good for anyone’s morale, but you knew better than to question him. 

The halls of the palace were quieter than you were used to. Almost everyone had been called to the front lines, even your closest guards had gone. You weren’t used to walking alone, nor were you accustomed to the typically lively castle looking like a ghost town. 

So now you walked through the castle halls, more alone than you’d ever been before, no one there to wait on you, to protect you, to watch over you. Something in you said it should have felt freeing. 

It didn’t. It just felt lonely. 

As you walked, moving slowly as you wallowed in self-indulgent pity between war meetings, a pair of hands reached out of nowhere, one snaking around your waist to pull you back into the shadows while the other clamped firmly over your mouth. 

When the guards had been sent away, you’d been assured that you’d be safe. It wouldn’t exactly be easy for a hulking orc to sneak in undetected. At least that's what you'd been told. With a massive hand that dwarfed your face locked over your mouth, suddenly the idea didn’t seem so ridiculous.

You thrashed under the figure's unwavering grip to no avail. He easily held you in place, barely needing to put any effort in to stop your desperate bid for an escape. 

You weren’t one for swooning but suddenly a faintness came over you. You reached up to grab at the only stable thing in reach, hands wrapping around the figure’s arm, trying to keep yourself upright. 

Your knees began to buckle and only then, mind slowed by whatever he’d dosed you with, did you begin to suspect foul play. Maybe something on his skin that humans were weak to, maybe something in the air. Was he holding a cloth? You didn’t think so. But then again, he seemed so far away not, even pressed up against you as he was.

You blinked your heavy eyes and when you opened them, you were thrown over a large shoulder. You watched the road behind you as the creature holding you strode along, still blind to what was ahead. His hand was wrapped around your waist, keeping you firmly in place, jostling you only slightly with each step. 

It took you a second to gather your bearings enough to start struggling. Once you did, you started pounding on his back. It was a futile gesture but you were nothing if not persistent. At the very least, he knew you were awake now. 

His shoulder shook under you as he chuckled. “Good morning, princess,” he said, his gravelly voice carrying across the road.

“Put me down, you brute!” you shouted, trying your best to kick your feet under heavy skirts. If you'd known you'd be getting kidnapped today, you'd have worn something lighter. 

He paused and for a moment you thought maybe he'd listen to you. But you knew better than that, knew you'd have no say in any of this.

“As you wish.”

Your feet were planted on the ground, although he still had a heavy arm on your shoulder, holding you in place. A silent promise: you weren't going anywhere. 

You whipped around, eager to see what was in front of you instead of the increasingly distant road you'd been traveling on. 

You got your first look at the front of your captor, no longer flung over his shoulder. 

Despite it being part of the little information you already knew about him, the first thing you noticed was that he was massive. He towered over you, with a broad frame to match. Tusks stuck out of his mouth as he sneered down at you, marring an almost handsome face. 

You’d never actually seen an orc in person and despite years of being at war with them, it struck you suddenly that they were real. They were real and in front of you, no longer threatening figures discussed in crowded rooms you weren’t supposed to speak in but instead a real man in front of you with his hand on your arm. It radiated warmth, applying a firm pressure that told you if he wanted to he could crush you underhand. 

In front of you, next to your very real captor, was a camp. The sort of camp you imagined soldiers slept in. You had no idea which side of the border you were on, disputed or otherwise. You hoped you were still in your own kingdom, but you had no way to know. It all looked the same from here. 

Amidst the massive canvas tents milled a dozen or so orcs. At your sudden appearance, they’d stopped what they were doing, all peering at their new guest. 

As they all stared at you, you panicked. Your feet started moving before your brain did. You managed to slip out from under your captor's grasp just in time to feel his hand dart forward, pushing you into the mud before you had a chance to get anywhere.

As you lay in the dirt, you heard something that sounded like orders being barked in a foreign tongue. 

And then you were being hauled to your feet. You didn’t have the presence of mind to be upset at the manhandling as you looked down at your body, the front of you almost completely covered in mud.  

You didn’t even have time to protest that before he cut you off. “Come on, m’lady. We have much to discuss.”

You crossed your arms, about to demand more respect from him before you were being lifted again and all you could manage was a surprised little squeak.

You watched helplessly as you were hauled into a nearby tent, all of the towering soldiers staring at you as you went. 

You were deposited less than graciously on the floor of the tent, left to flounder and find your bearing on your own as your captor moved to look at you. 

The tents were incredibly spacious, at least for someone of your size, the roof towering above you. 

He leaned down in front of you, tone condescending as he spoke. “Here’s what's going to happen. You’re a bargaining chip for us. We’ll get you home as soon as your father allows it, princess.” He said your title like an insult, spat it at you in a way that made you flinch. 

“And in the meantime?” you asked, trying your best not to look afraid. You'd make your way out of this with your pride intact. Well, as much of your pride as you could still manage to salvage as you stood there, covered in mud. 

You could barely see the deep red of your dress under the grime. You didn’t even know how much of it was from your fall and how much you’d picked up on the road. 

“In the meantime,” he said, “you will sit around until we need you.”

“Perfect.” You stood, futilely attempting to brush off your skirts as you did and taking a step towards the entrance of the tent. “Well, I should go find a place to rest until I am needed.” It was a long shot but you at least had to try.   

Your captor followed you as you backed slowly out of the tent. “I don’t think you understand what’s going on here.”

“What’s the harm in it? Where do you think I’m going to go?” you shouted, gesturing around you at the thick woods. “If I had a death wish, there are far better ways to satisfy it than getting lost in the forest. Attempting to kill you, perhaps.”

He nodded. “It would be more honorable, to die in combat against me.”

You groaned. “Yeah, sure, that’s what I meant. It’d be so honorable of me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find somewhere to rest, maybe even clean myself.”

You managed to make it about two steps before his arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you as if you were a ragdoll.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

The words were hissed into your ear as he walked. You thrashed in his grip but it didn’t matter, he hauled you along just as easily. 

You were thrown into a new tent next to a massive wooden pole, staked into the ground in the center. 

He leaned down next to you, grabbing your arm, easily resisting your attempt to pull it away from him. As he easily held your wrists in one hand, the other reached back to pull out a length of rope. His hands were surprisingly nimble, threading rope around your wrists and securing you to the pole at the center of the tent with little difficulty. 

When he let his hands get a little too close to your face, you bit them as hard as you could, locking your jaw down on him. There wasn’t any strategy behind it, you couldn’t escape or go anywhere, but the way he hissed and yanked his arm back filled you with a little bit of self-satisfaction. That had to be worth something. 

He didn’t stick around long after. It seemed you had managed to piss him off at some stage in the kidnapping process. You couldn’t imagine when. 

Your first night in the orc camp was spent restlessly, pulling futilely at your bindings as you sat there on the floor. You tried not to wallow in your misery. This wouldn’t be forever. Your father would get you out of here, one way or another. Until then, you could put on a brave face. 

As the sun began to rise, the orcs’ curiosity in you seemed to reawaken. 

Occasionally a soldier would peek in the entrance of the tent, never for more than a few seconds, or you would see them silhouetted against the canvas, hovering nearby. When you got particularly frustrated you’d shout at them, the snorts of laughter your yelling drew from them only making you angrier. 

But anger was good. At least anger felt productive. 

You’d become accustomed enough to the curiosity of the soldiers that at first, when your captor returned, you didn’t notice it was him. It was only when he strode towards you and began to undo your bindings that you realized who he was. 

The second your bindings were undone, you made a break for it. You didn’t make it far. Your captor held you by your ankle, dangling you upside down, your various muddied skirt layers falling to cover your face as you struggled. 

“This will be easier for you if you behave,” he said, and you could hear a layer of irritation in his voice. 

You would've spat in his face if there weren't layers of fabric hanging in front of you. 

His attempts to right you were thwarted by your thrashing until you figured out what he was trying to do and attempted to still yourself as much as you could, if only to get your feet on the ground again. 

“We’re moving,” he said as you steadied yourself when returned back to solid ground. “I can carry you or you can walk.”

You opted to walk, both to preserve your dignity and to attempt to plan an escape. 

The soldiers were shockingly efficient, completely packing up the camp faster than you’d imagined possible. 

And then you were on the move. 

You had to move swiftly to keep up with them, none of the soldiers willing to slow for you. 

Your captor stayed diligently by your side, occasionally shooting you looks that seemed intended to tell you you had no chance of escape. You ignored him.

After about an hour of moving quietly, out of breath from all the walking, he was the one to break the silence. 

“You’re slow.”

“Your legs are longer than mine. Besides, it's hard to walk when you’re covered in filth” you said, struggling under stiff, heavy skirts. 

“And who is to blame for that?”

You gave him a pointed look. “In fact, I think you’ll find that you are.”

“You shouldn’t have run,” he said with a grunt. 

“You shouldn’t have pushed me!”

He rolled his eyes and then you were being hauled off the ground again. You yelped in protest but were quietly a little grateful as he sat you on his shoulder. If you had to keep moving at their pace all day, dressed as you were, you might’ve passed out. 

It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t keep up with a well-trained group of soliders. If anything, they should be impressed you managed to keep pace as long as you did. 

Your hand rested on his other shoulder as he moved, trying to keep yourself steady, but realistically, you knew he wouldn’t let you fall, his arm holding you easily in place. You were just glad you were being allowed to sit this time instead of being thrown around like a sack of potatoes. 

You spent the rest of the day like that, sitting on his shoulder as they traveled. As the sun began to set and the others began to set up camp, you expected to be set down. 

It seemed you were wrong. 

Instead of placing you on the ground or even tying you up again, he began to pace off in the opposite direction of the rest of the camp. 

Nerves began to take over you. He may have said nothing would happen to you, but you did not relish in the thought of being alone with him, let alone him intentionally dragging you away from the rest of his compatriots. 

You began to squirm again and his arm tightened, holding you in place. “Settle,” he said, his voice low and calm. 

You did not listen. 

Eventually, he did set you down, although you did not think your thrashing encouraged him to do so. 

As he did, you noticed the sound of a swift-moving river just behind you. 

He nudged you towards the river. “Clean. You’re too slow.”

“What?”

“You wanted to be clean,” he said, nudging you again. "You should clean”

“It’s a river.”

He looked at you like he was worried you’d hit your head. “It is.”

“And you expect me to wash in there? It’s full of dirt!”

He chuckled and you considered biting him again. “You’ll survive, princess.”

You groaned but decided that anything was better than the mud you were caked in. It was running water, at the very least. You weren’t certain why, but it did feel a little cleaner that way. 

You considered bathing fully clothed but you’d heard too many stories of women drowning, weighed down by layers of dresses. 

You began to pull at your dress, stripping off some of the upper layers, glaring at your captor as you did. It was too much to ask to be left alone, you knew that much, but it was still humiliating to get undressed in front of him like this. 

You only took off as many layers as you needed to ensure you wouldn’t drown. You were almost fully covered but still, you felt exposed. 

At the very least, he seemed largely disinterested in what you were doing, only sparing you the occasional glance. 

You covered your chest as you moved towards the water. He looked down at you as you did, head cocked to the side. “What are you doing?”

“The skirts are heavy, I can’t wear them in the water or I could drown.”

He scoffed. “Little weakling. That’s not what I asked though, why do you hide? You’re covered.”

“I’m being forced to strip to my underwear, of course I’m covering myself.”

He stared back, clearly still confused, and you realized as you looked at him that the idea of being properly dressed was probably not the same for him. He was covered, but largely in leathers and furs, with far more skin exposed than you would ever have, even now in your underskirts. 

“Listen,” you said, trying not to be too antagonistic, as it seemed he was truly trying to understand. “It’s different for us. Especially for me, I’m supposed to be covered perfectly at all times. Maybe you should give me new clothes.”

“Why would I do that?” he asked dismissively. 

Any patience you’d been trying to put on for him snapped. “Sorry, I forgot you’re a heartless brute, I don’t know why I asked.”

And with that, you stormed off into freezing cold water. 

The mud caking your skin began to wash off as soon as you touched the water and you let out a sigh of relief. The river looked to be snow runoff from a nearby mountain, it certainly felt cold enough for it, but for now all you wanted was to be clean. 

You looked down as you scrubbed at your skin and your skirts and as you did, you realized the whites of your underthings had become translucent in the freezing water. 

You turned and caught him staring, both looking away as soon as your eyes met. You turned your back to him immediately, feeling tears pricking at your eyes, trying to cover it up with the water that was rushing over you. It felt like you had nothing left, like this was the ultimate humiliation.

When you turned back to look at him once more, he was gone, not making so much as a sound as he left. 

You weren’t foolish enough to think he’d truly left you alone, but you appreciated having at least the pretense of privacy. It was shockingly… kind? 

No. You pushed the thought out of your mind as quickly as it occurred to you. You would not start thinking like that, not about the man who had kidnapped you. 

You finished bathing quickly, the chill starting to set into your bones. 

As you waded out of the river, he was still missing. It was evident where he’d been, massive orcs weren’t exactly built for stealth, but still he was nowhere to be found. 

In his stead, you found a pile of clothes lying on the bank of the river. As you lifted them, the first thing you noticed was while they were far too big for you, they were too big by human standards. It was an old shirt, well worn, and a pair of pants you’d have to find some way to tie to keep up properly. They were slightly torn and upon closer inspection, you found speckles of a dark rusty substance splattered across the shirt. 

Someone’s blood. From who’s side, you’d never know. 

You tried not to dwell on what had happened to the owner of these clothes to leave them in the orc’s possession. They were yours now. 

They were far more practical than your fine skirts had been, even if they didn’t quite fit properly. 

As you pulled them on, you hesitated, holding your skirts. You didn’t need them any longer, but it felt like a waste to just leave them here. 

But you had no time for sentimentality right now. You cast them aside, opting to forgo your shoes, despite the lack of new ones. Your shoes from the palace were not exactly built for forests and rough terrain. They’d only slow you down. 

As you finished dressing, situating yourself in the unfamiliar clothes as best you could, you looked around nervously. You could find no sign of your captor amidst the unfamiliar foliage, but you had more than enough reason to doubt yourself. You felt lost amidst the thick trees surrounding you, it was hard to tell where you stood. You didn’t know what to look for or how to orient yourself, trapped in a foreign landscape. 

You did what you could, checking for any onlookers, peeking through the trees, and once you’d made your decision, taking off. 

You had no idea where you were, or where you were running to, but anywhere was better than here. There were surely search parties looking for you and even if you were on the other side of the border, orc civilians or soldiers who were unfamiliar with your status were a better bet than your current captors. 

As your bare feet pounded down on a floor of sticks and rocks, you tried to ignore how cut up they were getting. 

You were faster this way. That was what counted. 

You focused on moving as fast as you could, the determination drowning out the pain until suddenly, the sharp rocks and twigs were underfoot no longer. Your brain took a second to catch up, feet still moving down to try and push off of a ground that was being pulled further and further away.

“Predictable little thing,” said a familiar voice beside you. “What happened to attempting to best me in combat? I didn’t take you for a coward, princess.”

A frustrated scream escaped you, cutting through the peaceful quiet of the forest. 

Despite your protests, he continued to haul you back towards the camp, tying you up as soon as you reached your tent, a practiced routine for the two of you by now. 

You had the night to sleep off your anger before morning came and you were on the move again. 

Your captor did not wait before lifting you onto his shoulder and this time, you did not fight him. It was preferable to running to keep up with them, especially on newly damaged feet. 

It felt strange to sit there, without struggling or screaming, just moving in silence. So instead, you spoke. 

“Do you have a name?”

“Drakar,” he said. His voice was low but with your position atop his shoulder, it was easy to hear him, even over the bustle of moving soldiers. 

“Thank you for the clothes,” you tried again, wanting to start up any sort of conversation to break the silence.

He didn’t even grace you with words this time, giving you a simple acknowledging grunt in return. 

His answers remained brief, with no apparent interest in engaging in conversation. Eventually, you stopped trying. 

When you came to a stop and the soldiers began to set up camp around you, you waited for your chance. 

The second Drakar turned his back to you, you were off. 

Another orc caught you in a heartbeat, hoisting you off the ground until Drakar could come fetch you. 

He dragged you off with a huff, scowling at you as he set you down. “Why do you continue to fight and run? I’ve told you of our plans to trade you, you’ll fare better with us than on your own in the wilds.”

“I have no desire to be a bargaining chip against my own people. Besides, I’m no fool. I know good things don’t often happen to soldier’s prisoners.”

He scoffed. “Your soldiers, maybe. We have honor, unlike them. And you call us the monsters.”

“Monsters? Maybe. Uncivilized at the very least.”

“I assure you, your soldiers in my country are living in no more luxury than we are here.”

So you were still in your country, not yet over the border. If you could just get away, your chances were good. “Well, then they’re uncivilized dogs just like you,” you spat. 

He never seemed to find your outbursts anything other than vaguely annoying or passively amusing. Right now, he seemed inclined towards amusement, despite your latest escape attempt. It was for the best, that tended to work out better for you. It was irritating nonetheless. “Perhaps.”

Your enlightening conversation was cut short as a horn sounded, a familiar announcing horn. The sound of one of your people. Drakar’s head perked up and before you understood what was happening, your legs were being bound together, untethered but severely limiting your movement. You might be able to move like this, but you couldn’t get far. 

He did not feel the need to explain this to you or threaten you with hunting you down, trusting you to come to your own conclusions as he strode off in the direction of the horn. 

You might not be able to run, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything. The least you could do was try to gather information, so you could be useful when you were saved.

If you were saved.  

You managed to scoot your way towards the back of the tent Drakar had retreated to, out of sight of any of the soldiers, just close enough that you could peek under the thick fabric of the walls. 

Drakar’s back was to you. You could barely see the messenger from your spot on the floor, his body blocking your vision. You could just see the tip of a feather, presumably stuck in a hat, bobbing as the messenger spoke. 

As you got close enough to listen in, you caught Drakar mid-sentence. “- does your king think about our terms for his precious daughter?”

You held your breath, trying not to get your hopes up. This was a war. They couldn’t just be giving in to the first demands given. This could be a long, arduous process. You understood that, would never blame him for it. The country came first. 

“The king rejects your terms.” You tried not to let it get to you. You knew this would probably happen, could understand exactly where your father was coming from. The messenger continued on, unaware of your quiet heartbreak. “Furthermore, he would like to close negotiations on this matter.”

You could not hold in the gasp that came at his words. You saw Drakar stiffen and knew he’d heard you, knew he’d figured out exactly what you’d been doing. A moment passed and he untensed his shoulders and continued on. You silently thanked him. You were in no state to face anyone right now. 

“What do you mean close negotiations?” he asked, and you choked back tears. 

You cursed yourself for putting yourself in such a tight spot. You didn’t think you could manage a quiet escape, at least not without being noticed, not in your current state, so instead you sat, a captive audience to a discussion of why your family had given up on you. 

The messenger cleared his throat. “We do not negotiate with beasts.”

“So he chooses instead to abandon his daughter with them?”

The messenger disregarded his words entirely, his voice squeaking as he cried out, “You creatures will pay for the loss of his daughter.”

“She is not lost yet. He is choosing that fate for her, not I,” he hissed out.

“I have said all I was bidden to say. Do you have a message for the king?”

“Tell him if I see him or any of his scrawny little messengers again, I’ll rip them in two.”

With a little yelp, the messenger retreated. Drakar stood for a moment, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the tent. 

After a moment, the canvas of the tent was lifted and your hiding place was revealed. You sat, crumpled, on the ground, bile rising in your throat. 

That was it. There was no one coming. 

He hauled you to your feet, undoing your bindings. 

“What did you ask for me?” you asked as he undid the ropes, keeping you propped up on him as he worked. 

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does!” you snapped. You needed to know what was so much more important than you, what you’d been given up for. “You will tell me. I’ve earned that much.”

“A full retreat. It never would have been taken, it was just supposed to be a start to the negotiations.”

“Hmm.” It was a ridiculous ask, obviously so. But to dismiss you completely? To not even try?

Drakar pulled you out of your thoughts with a question. “Would you even want to go back now? If I let you go?”

Your brows furrowed. “You can’t let me go. It would show weakness, show you’ll roll over if your terms aren’t met.”

“I know, it was just a question. So what do I do with you now?”

You shrugged. “You could kill me.”

“No. We won’t be doing that. I should have killed him, though. The audacity of them sending a little snot-nosed fool to tell me negotiations were over. I should’ve gutted him.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He spared you a look that said more than you were sure he wanted it to, rage and concern both written across his face. “I had other things on my mind.”

He tried to speak to you again but you’d begun to shut down. It was all too much, you could do no more. 

It didn’t seem too unreasonable a reaction. Your life had just ended, severed by your father without even a real rescue attempt. 

But even if you’d shut down, the world had not. 

And so it continued. Drakar seemed to have decided you were still useful somehow because every day you were hauled along with his troops, and every day you were given your own little tent. 

He didn’t keep you tied up anymore. It wasn’t because you’d become docile, you’d attempted many escapes and he’d found you and brought you back every time. You weren’t entirely sure why you were no longer being tied up. Maybe it was because you weren’t valuable anymore. 

You didn’t fully understand why you hadn’t been killed yet. What more could you do for them? 

As days passed, the grief lessened to more practical thoughts, thoughts about your future. What was there for you now? Why were you still here? What else could they want from you?

You wanted answers. 

You stood and stormed off. Several of the soldiers around you went to grab you until they realized that you were not headed out, but instead towards Drakar’s tent, letting you continue on your warpath. 

You started to shout as soon as you entered the tent and he whipped around to face you. “You should kill me. Why won’t you kill me? What do you want from me? Whatever it is, I won’t give it. I have nothing to give. I don’t understand what’s wrong with you.”

He watched your outburst with a level of amusement on his face that made you want to attack him. “Are you done?”

You ran at him, trying to claw at him, bite him, anything. He restrained you easily, pinning you against him, but still, it fed something in you, trying to do something.

You felt him chuckle behind you and if you weren’t pinned down, you would have attacked him again. 

“See,” he asked, and you felt the rumble of his voice through his chest. “You’ll be fine. You’re a fighter.”

“I will not fight for you,” you spat.

“I don’t expect you to. But you will fight for you. Nothing is over.”

He released you from his grip and before you could decide what to do with your newfound freedom, someone came crashing into the tent, armor shining a bright silver. He stood, ready to attack, sword in hand, but the second he saw you he froze. “You’re dead,” he choked out, words muffled through the metal of the armor. 

You didn’t have a chance to respond before Drakar had thrown him halfway across the camp, orc soldiers rushing over to finish him off. He didn't stand a chance.  

You stared at the spot he had just been in, processing his words, before slowly turning to Drakar. 

“What was that?”

“An attacker. A foolish little man.”

You shook your head. “No not… why did he think I was dead?’

“Princess, the whole world thinks you’re dead.”

You head snapped up to look at him. “Why?”

“Because I told them.”

You reeled back. “Why would you do that? I didn’t ask you to say that.”

“Your people didn’t seem to care.”

“Oh, thank you so much then. As long as they didn’t care, then it’s fine. You speak of honor and then do this. Why? To torture me? Make sure I have nowhere to go and ensure that I know I am not loved?”

You’d had enough of this conversation, turning heel and storming off without another word, set on putting as much distance as possible between you and them. 

You vaguely heard orders being barked to follow you, but that didn't stop you from running. 

It didn’t change anything. No matter how far you ran, you had nowhere to go. 

Drakar didn’t follow you himself, instead sending someone else to do his dirty work. A few orcs stood behind you, easily able to keep track of you and match your pace. 

You weren’t even given a full hour of feigned freedom before one of them had picked you up and started pulling you back towards camp. You fought them the whole way. 

You were set down in front of him, the whole process embarrassing. You straightened your ill-fitted pants as you desperately tried to regain any ounce of dignity. 

Despite your appearance, he didn’t seem amused. “You shouldn’t run.”

“So you saw fit to have me kidnapped? Again?”

“I had to tell them you were dead,” he said, pushing past your outburst.

You scoffed. “You didn’t have to do anything.”

“I have orders to kill you. The negotiations failed, my people wanted you dead. It was the only way out of this for you.”

Oh. There was no reprieve for you on either side. You’d known your father had signed your death warrant with his refusal to negotiate but now the orders had been given. 

“Then why am I still here?” you asked, your voice smaller than you would’ve liked. 

“It is not just. I will not kill you.”

“So what now?”

“No one knows what you look like,” he said, his voice soft and low. “It doesn’t have to be over.”

It didn’t matter. Both sides had condemned you. You had your life, but nowhere you could live it. “I have nowhere to go,” you said, sounding braver than you felt.  

“You’ll find somewhere. Until then, there’s always room for you in my camp. I displaced you, the burden of this wrong falls to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “And none of your men will send word that you’ve kept me here?”

“As long as they get to keep staring at you, I can’t imagine they’d mind.”

Your nose wrinkled at his words. “These are your honorable men? Letting me stay for the right to keep ogling me?”

“It’s not so odd. They’re fascinated by you, such a strange little thing.”

You supposed you were strange and foreign to them, as they were to you. But surely you weren’t the first, not with the combat they must’ve seen. “You’ve seen humans before.”

“Some of them haven’t. At least, not living ones that aren’t trying to kill us.”

“Who said I’m not trying to kill you.”

He snorted. “Well, you’re doing a piss poor job of it.”

“And if I stay? I won’t fight my own people, even if I was trained in combat. You’ll just carry around dead weight?”

“You’re hardly dead weight. I don’t even notice you up on my shoulder half the time.”

“You know that’d not what I mean.”

“I do. There are towns over the border where you could stay.”

You looked up, curiosity gleaming in your eyes. “They’ll take me? A random human?”

He nodded solemnly. “They will, if you wish to depart. If not… I am the reason your people forsook you. I do not regret it, I did what needed to be done, but I regret what has come to pass to you because of it. You’ve faced this better than I ever thought a human would. They’re cowards to have cast you out, I will not follow in their steps. It may not be what you’re used to, I am no prince and we are no humans, but you’re welcome to stay at my home. You will never be a princess again, that was taken from you. I took that from you. It is only fair to give what I can in return. It is not much, but it is what I have.”

You smiled, swallowing down the lump in your throat and willing away the misty feeling in your eyes. “Thank you. I’d love to stay, if you’ll have me.”

It was no great concession from you, you weren’t exactly drowning in options, but it felt like choosing it all the same. It was no less of a choice than your last home had been, born into it and forbidden to ever really leave. 

This was being offered to you. You were being given the opportunity to say no. To run. 

As much as Drakar had angered and frustrated you in the past week or so, you weren’t sure you’d ever been given this much respect. Real respect, not the fake respect of being placed in war rooms and told to be silent. 

You gave him a final nod and a smile, adding a curtsy that you pulled yourself out of halfway through when you thought better of it, tripping over your feet a little as you did. 

His eyes crinkled as he smiled at you and you wondered how you’d never noticed it before. 

You went to bed that night feeling lighter, freer than you were used to. 

As you left your tent the next morning, you almost tripped over a deer carcass left in your doorway. 

You backed away slowly, rushing over to Drakar’s tent. 

He was barely dressed for the day, the sun having only half risen past the horizon, and gave you a smile and a nod as he saw you rush into his tent. “Good morning, princess.”

You barely let him finish his sentence before you blurted out, “Someone left a dead animal outside my tent.”

He froze, his shoulders tensing.

You watched, waiting for a response and getting none, before adding, “Should I be concerned? It felt like a threat. Maybe they don’t like that you lied for me, that you're protecting me. Maybe they don’t like me like you think they do.”

“It’s not a threat,” he said with a swift shake of his head. 

“How could you know?”

He explained it through barred teeth. “It’s an orchish courting gift. You’ve caught someone’s interest.”

Your breath caught in your chest. “Oh.”

“Oh indeed.” None of the tension had left him and he made no attempt to hide his irritation. “It’s odd, an orc taking an interest in such a frail little thing.”

You rolled your eyes. He was clearly upset that one of his soldiers had become distracted with you, maybe even disgusted at the prospect of one of them taking interest in a human of all things. Clearly your bonding the day before hadn’t taken you that far. 

“I don’t know, I’ve heard I can be quite charming.”

He ignored your statement completely, shifting closer to you as he spoke. “You should stay close to me until I can find out who left it and tell them off.” He was being strangely protective almost, the disgust you’d assumed would be there instead entirely absent. 

“Why would you tell off my suitor? Surely I should do that myself. Besides, why do you even ca-”

Oh. 

The reality of why someone courting you would make him protective set in and you looked up at him with wide eyes

You couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that plastered itself across your face. “Well, maybe I’ll accept it. I’ve got no future now, it couldn’t hurt to have a big, strong orc husband.” 

He stood a little straighter as he understood the implication. “You seek protection?”

“Hm, I do, thank goodness I’ve finally found a suitable option, I was really starting to worry.”

Frustration flashed through his eyes as he realized what you were doing. “Fine, we should go find this suitor so we can tell him how graciously you’re accepting this courtship. I, for one, will be glad to be rid of you. Now you’ll be someone else’s problem.” 

“We should. Unless there’s something you’d like to say?”

His nostrils flared as he glared down at you. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Nothing on your mind? Nothing like, I don’t know, having feelings for the, what is it you keep calling me? The weakling you kidnapped?”

He avoided meeting your eyes as he spoke. “Your force of will is admirable. The odds were against you but still you fought.”

You fought the urge to coo at him, at how flustered he looked and how it seemed like he was forcing out every word. You had no doubt he would rather have left you an animal carcass. You preferred it this way. 

“I’m going to need you to be more direct than that.” Your voice was patient and kind and you could tell it was making things a hundred times worse for him. 

“I had intentions to look into human courting, to find something familiar for you amidst so many new things you’ve been forced into. But given the situation, I suppose I can just tell you.”

“Tell me what?” you asked. You were going to make him say it, you didn’t care how long it took.

“About my intention to court you.” 

You giggled at his pained face and he relaxed a little, looking down at you with fondness in his eyes. You wondered when that had begun. You wished you’d been paying attention enough to notice. 

“What now?” he asked. “How do your human courtships go? I will do what I must.”

You thought about it, amusement flickering through you at the thought of Drakar trying to uphold the proper etiquette required while courting a princess. But the courting process was long and strained and if you were being honest, you preferred the brutal honesty you’d been given here at camp. “Frankly, I’ve had just about enough of how humans do it. What about you? We can skip the dead animal bit, but what comes next?”

He looked you up and down, some gears turning in his head that you were not privy to.

“I will have to be gentle,” he said, before hauling you over his shoulder and bringing you over to his bed of furs on the floor. 

Your eyes widened as the implication set in. You’d been far from the perfect princess, having your fair share of trysts with guards and servants over the years, but this was a different beast. 

And then he kissed you and you stopped thinking altogether. 

It was desperate and urgent, his lips figuring out how to move against your smaller ones and you reached up, pulling his face closer as he set you below him on his makeshift bed. 

He ground down on you, clothed hips moving to meet yours. Your disparate sizes meant to do so while kissing you he was contorted at a strange angle but he certainly wasn’t complaining. 

He stopped kissing you, rushing to pull off his off pants, and his cock slapped against your stomach, thick and hard and hot and you wanted him inside you now.

But when it fell against you, it hit just above your belly button and you thought that perhaps your eyes were a bit bigger than your stomach.

He seemed to realize the impracticality of it at the same time you did, a hearty laugh escaping him. “Don't worry, princess, I'll get you nice and stretched out.”

You chuckled nervously. “I don’t know if stretching will be enough.”

He slid down, hitching your shirt up and pressing a gentle kiss on your stomach. “I won’t hurt you. If you’re not ready, that’s fine. There are other things we can do.”

He shifted both of you with ease, pulling you to sit on his chest as he laid back on his bed. You looked down at him, brows furrowed. “What about your traditional orc courtship.”

That pulled another laugh from him. “What part of this do you think has been traditional? The closest we got to traditional was when you bit me.”

You flushed red, recontextualizing the memory and wondering how many of the things you’d been doing to anger him had also been part of traditional orc courtship. 

While you were busy blushing, he’d set to work on your pants, wrestling them off of you as he easily manhandled you. You barely helped, halfheartedly kicking them off. You remembered how much you hated being picked up by him when this had begun and how much that had changed. You were loathe to admit it but every time he lifted and moved you so easily, something stirred inside you. 

As soon as he got your pants off you were pulled roughly forward, his hands wrapping around your thighs as he pulled you onto his mouth. 

He ate you out with just as much urgency as he kissed you with, wasting no time before sliding his tongue through your folds. 

His grip was unforgiving, pulling you down so all of your weight was on him. 

His tusks dug into your inner thighs and he seemed to pull you impossibly closer as his tongue thrusted up inside of you. 

Even his tongue was almost too thick, you walls stretching to accommodate it. You hands grasped at his hair, needing something to hold onto. 

His mouth locked over your clit, sucking hard before moving back to thrust inside of you again, hands rising to play with your sensitive bud of nerves as he did. 

As you began to fall apart above him, writhing against the onslaught of sensation, he only doubled his efforts. 

You arched your back, your thighs clamping down on either side of his head, hips shifting with the waves of your orgasm that suddenly overcame you. He was content to let you ride it out, grip loosening to let you have your control as you moans filled the tent. 

You came down slowly and it took a few moments to realize you were still sitting on his face. 

You moved to sit beside him on the furs as soon as you did, your face warming. 

You shifted your head to rest against him, staring down at his cock as you did. It was impossibly hard and practically pulsing with need, and you made a decision you hoped you wouldn’t regret. 

“You know, it can’t hurt to try.”

He sat up immediately, eagerness evident in his face. “You’ll stop me if it’s too much.” It wasn’t a question but a statement. 

You gave him a knowing look. “Of course I will.”

He shifted you, lifting you over him and you were happy to give over control. You trusted him.

It felt even bigger pressed up against your entrance than it had on your stomach and you took a deep breath. You waited but as nothing happened, you realized that Drakar was waiting for your signal. 

No nodded and he began to lower you, incredibly slowly. As it pushed inside, you knew the girth was more than anything you’d taken before, but it was manageable. The stretch bordered on painful but it was slow and careful enough that you had time to adjust. 

And then, as it went further and further, it became too much, 

You winced long before he’d bottomed out, about half of it inside you. It was bordering on too painful and you pressed your hands against his chest, shaking your head. “No more,” you said quietly, already weak from your last orgasm. 

He didn’t seem to mind, holding you steady as he pressed you close to him, muttering quiet praises to you. 

You slowly adjusted, not ready to take more but more than happy with what was already inside of you. 

You shifted your hips a little, pushing it against a perfect spot inside of you, letting out a quiet moan as you did. 

He put a stop to it fairly quickly, holding you still. “I think I’ll just keep you there. You’re perfect, taking me so well.”

You writhed, trying to get the stimulation you were becoming desperate for but he held you steady easily. 

So you tried a new tactic. “Want more,” you said, voice soft and sweet. If that didn’t work you’d try yelling at him, see how that fared. 

“Careful, I promised I wouldn’t hurt you. You damn humans, so fragile.”

“I’m not fragile, you’re just too big.”

“Excuses, excuses.” Despite his words, he began to slowly move, shifting out of you before pushing in again, careful to not push past the point where you’d stopped him. 

He moved you up and down like it was nothing, careful even as he began to speed up, hips shifting a little to meet you, chasing after your warm cunt as he pulled you back up.

His breathing grew shaky as he did and despite feeling overwhelmed with sensation, you fought to keep your eyes open, to watch him come undone. 

As his grunts became more and more unruly, your walls clenched around him at the sight. 

He immediately pulled you up, leaving just the head of his cock inside of you as he filled you with thick ropes of come. 

His breathing was ragged and his grip on you tightened slightly, pulling you even closer to him. 

He looked down at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them, before pulling you off of him and settling back with you resting on his chest. 

You made an absolute mess of him as he did, with no chance of keeping the frankly absurd amount of come inside of you. 

He didn’t seem to care at all.

“We’re making a mess,” you said, despite suspecting the objection would fall on uncaring ears. 

“You said you wanted an orcish courting, the mess is traditional.”

You weren’t sure if you were cut out for a traditional orc courting, already squirming as your thighs were coated in his spend. 

But his chest was warm and his breathing steady and you couldn’t help but settle into the comfort of it. 

“I'm gonna fit all of it someday,” you said, meaning it fully.

He laughed. “Brave little thing, aren’t you? Dreaming big.”

You snorted. 

“What happens now?” you asked as you snuggled further into him. 

“You reject that fool's advances.”

You hummed happily. “I will. I guess I’m lucky I caught your eye, don’t know if I would've survived this if I hadn’t”

“I meant what I said. I wouldn’t have let them kill you. It wouldn't be right. And you would’ve managed even without me. You wouldn't be the first human to sneak away to our side.”

That surprised you. “I wouldn't?”

He chucked, hands running through your hair. “You wouldn't. We're a more accepting group, I've found. Although you are a weak little species, we don’t have much use for you. You’re lucky you're pretty or I don't know if we'd put up with you.”

You scrunched up your nose. “You didn’t decide to court me because you thought I was pretty though.”

“No,” he said, like you both already knew the answer. “I decided to court you because no matter how many times we stopped you, you never stopped trying to run, to fight.”

You sat up with a sudden urgency. “If I said I wanted to go home, to my father, would you let me?” 

You watched the panic flash across his face and some selfish part of you hoped it was panic over losing you and not panic over the consequences that could come if you showed up alive after his order to kill you.

He sat with it for a while and you let him, in no rush to pull an answer from him.

Finally, he seemed to find whatever he'd been searching for. “I would.”

“Good,” you said, a smug feeling welling up in your chest, right beside the warmth that had begun to fill you at his answer. “Then I'll stay.”

He tried and failed to hide his smile. “Good. Does that mean you’re done running from me?”

You grinned, knowing full well it didn’t. What would be the fun in that? “We’ll see.”

“I’m sure,” he said as he shifted the two of you, wrapping you up in furs to protect your modesty before picking you up once more, with one arm under your knees and the other below your back, keeping you close to his chest. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, princess.”

[moirasdolly]

Venture With a Taller Hyper Femme Reader ˖ ࣪ 𝇋♡︎𝇌 ׂ

Contains: Slightly suggestive content, Sloan being cute and affectionate, puppy-like reader

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: 2 Die 4 - Addison Rae & Charli xcx

Notes: I’ve been wanting to write for them soooo bad AHHH this is highly self indulgent though… They need a femme princess like me and that’s my truth 🐩 Also i diddd use google translate for some of the pet names and whatnot, PLEASE let me know if i messed anything up.

• Short, chipped, black nails, oversized clothes, dark colors and earth tones, and heavy combat boots contrasted your always perfectly manicured nails, pink, black and white color palette, tight fitting clothes that showed off your body, and dainty Mary Jane’s. They do say opppsites attract ���︎.

• You took hours to get ready, but Sloan absolutely adored the way you looked when you got all dolled up (they loved you without makeup too, but that’s a given.) Their favorite pass-time while they wait for you to finish is to watch you from your shared bed and shower you with compliments, they just can’t help it. You always felt your best with big lashes, blushed cheeks, and plump glossy lips.

• “Stop it Sloan! You’re messing up my makeup!” You giggled uncontrollably as they cupped your cheeks and peppered kisses all over your face. You tried to be angry, but their love was so infectious that you felt your heart melt at how sweet and affectionate they were. “You love it, mi vida.”

• Sloan would never let you being taller than them be an obstacle. Have you seen the drill they carry around? No matter how tall you are, they make it their mission to carry you like a princess whenever they can. The feeling of their rough, calllused hands sliding under your thighs as you wrap your legs and arms around them is the most comfortable feeling in the world, and you both cherish the close proximity dearly. When you first started dating them, you were slightly self conscious about the fact that you were taller often asking, “Promise you won’t drop me?” Sloan quickly wiped all doubt from your mind though, being in their arms was the most stable you’ve ever felt.

• Sloan has a flair for the dramatic too. If they spot a puddle on the sidewalk, expect yourself to be swept off your feet bridal style only for them to walk 2 feet over the puddle, and be let down gently after. It makes you giggle everytime and although it was a bit silly, you secretely loved how chivalrous they were.

• “Watch out, muñeca!” Sloan called out before sweeping you up into their arms. A little gasp was pulled from your lips as you felt yourself being lifted into their strong arms. You eyed their flexing biceps as you wrapped your arms around their neck gently. “My knight in shining armor! What would I do without you?” You repay their antics with a chaste kiss to the cheek, leaving a pink glossy mark where your lips had previously been. Their cheeks heated up at your affection and they huffed out a laugh. “Anything for my princess.” They muttered as water droplets splashed onto their boots. When they didn’t let you down you tilted your head in confusion, “Baby, you can let me down now.” Their hold on you tightened, adjusting their grip on you slightly. “Hm… I don’t think I will.”

• Honestly… They fuel your shopping addiction I fear! They would never pass up an opportunity to accompany you while you looked around the mall, offering to buy you anything you picked up. You always refused, wanting to buy things for yourself, you’d just feel too bad for making Sloan spend so much money on you.

• Sloan would assure you they wouldn’t mind paying for things if it would make you happy, but you insisted on the fact that them being there was enough. They would still find a way to sneakily pay for at least some of your stuff and you always gave them a smack on the arm for it. “Sloan…” You stared at them with an accusatory glare. “Sorry my hand slipped, mi reina.”

• It was such a silly sight to see Sloan all tatted up with piercings carrying bags from Victoria’s Secret, Pink, Bath and Bodywork’s, Juicy Couture, and other girly shops for their princessy girlfriend.

• When it came to their work though, that is when you followed them around like a puppy. Often times, Sloan would bring you to their dig sites, and you always stuck close by, trailing them around while they did all the work. You observed them wide eyed and curious as they searched for fossils and artifacts to study later. If you had a tail it would most definitely be wagging when you see how happy Sloan was after finding a particularly cool artifact.

• “What’s that?” “Ooo, how does that work?” “What does this do?” Were all frequent questions that left your mouth when you were Sloan on a dig. Sometimes even when you knew what something was, you still asked them just to hear them ramble on about it. Whatever they were passionate about, it made you happy even if it was on the opposite spectrum from what you usually enjoyed.

• Now for the suggestive content ♥︎.

• They LOVE to see you in cute, frilly lingerie. Like they love it an ungodly amount. Their mind raced with a hundred thoughts a second of what they wanted to do and say to you. Balconette bras, garter belts and garters, lacy panties, stockings, and pretty little slip dresses, anything of the sort, they loved to see you in.

• They just love your body so much. You might feel less feminine for being taller sometimes, but they would make you feel so good about yourself, no thought of self doubt would ever enter your mind again.

• Their rough fingers slipped under your garter belt and lifted it up ever so slightly only to let it snap back against your soft skin. You let out a quiet hiss at the sting and press further into their warm body. “Shhh, mi amor. I’ll kiss it better, yeah?” They mumbled before dipping their head down to your waist and leaving little kisses all over your mid section. You ran your fingers through their soft, messy hair and you hummed in satisfaction. “Thank you, my Sloan.” You mumble softly. All you get in return are more kisses and a soft hum from them.

• They’d be superrrr handsy with you any chance they get. They love rubbing gentle circles into your sides, sliding their hands up your skirt to leave little pinches on your thighs, or holding you from behind and resting their head on your shoulder. If they can be close to you, they will take the opportunity.

• They just love you very much :c They will literally show you love with every action of theirs. They would do anything for their femme princess ♥︎.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Commoner foreign exchange student that is penpal/long time friend with Haruhi is a good consept

And what's more thinking of reader is from the country side where they from so they used to do manual labor and hard working

Meeting the host club would be a lot of them and what's more utter confusion of it but just roll with it

Country Side Reader | Yandere Ouran Highschool Host Club

Like the thought of you just being low-key, relaxed 24/7, and uber-friendly is so hot

Haruhi has you during your exchange program and you both are pumped

But then she’s like ‘sorry can’t hang I have debt’ 

And you’re like ‘it’s cool I’ll help’ 

So she arrives to the host club with you in tow and their just befuddle

“Everyone, (Y/n) (L/n). (Y/n), everyone.”

“Hai Hai!”

The great thing is everyone thinks your cute

But their such sheltered rich kids that they don’t know what you're saying for a while

Your dialect is so different from theirs

Immediately you and Mori-Senpai hit it off

Whether its because he’s just more desperate to talk to you

Or he has some experience with living there

“Ah, Mori-Senpai how’re ya today?”

“Good. Did you finish your assignments from class?”

“Yeah yeah sure takes quicker than ma’ usual routine!”

Honey is  next 

“You talk funny!”

“Ack Honey-senpai! You can’t say that!”

“S’alright I get it.”

He’s not mean about it and he gets better at understanding you with time

Unfortunately, the thing with those two is that they start hogging all your attention

Kyoya being Kyoya decides to put your energy towards something someone else

Eventually finding out you have Honey-levels of strength

No matter your stature 

Tons are easy for you

And at their beck and call you can easily carry Tamaki who might be busy whining somewhere

Then comes the princess energy for Tamaki

“(Y-y/n)-sama!?”

“It’s a’right I’ll carry ya!”

Carry him once in bridal style and he’s now the princess

He loves it 

The Hitachiin Twins also love you 

They can convince you of a lot of things 

“You’ve got to be more skeptical, (Y/n)!”

“Yeah, you keep this up someone might come and snatch you away.”

“Well I din’t think it bad ta trust ma friends.”

“...”

“...”

“You’re right it’s not bad, (Y/n).”

“Yeah you can trust us!”

When you start saying goodbye and giving goodbye gifts they all get real snappy

Not with you but with everyone else

“You’ll have to excuse us (Y/n), it’s just that…we will all miss you terribly.”

“Awww it’s not for’ver though.”

“No, it won’t be.”

They’ve got connections and they're pulling strings

“Yay! Isn’t it great!? We get to spend some more time together! Maybe you can stay with me and Takashi!”

“Yeah."

“Come on! (Y/n), stay with us…” “We have way better sleepovers.”

“No! Stay with me! (Y/n), please? If you want I can try carrying you this time!”

“Such fuss. I’ve already arranged a reserved room in one of the Ootori resorts. I’ll happily accompany you then.”

“Guys don’t overwhelm them! They’ll be staying with obviously.”

“But your house is barely large enough to stretch your legs out!” 

“Grrrr!”

“Anywhere’s fine tho.”

[sixosix]

ahem

thawed au where mc didn't leave the house and both her and lyney managed to resolve things without anyone losing a limb but the rivalry is still there. so instead of longing gazes we instead have undeniable sexual tension in any room that they both occupy.

imagine being assigned to an undercover mission in mondstadt with your twin brother and (soon to be) in-law but instead of doing the actual mission u see these two idiots on a lovely (definitely not trying to piss each other off) date under the warm radiance of the sun💀💀

(i am coping wdym i have to look out for ch 13☹️....)

YOURE FEEDING US WHAT THE HELLLL THIS IS INSANE YOU ARE INSANE HELP lyneys red face 😭 Honestly i cant even blame him if akagis thawed mc even looked at me i would start tweaking worse than him. HER HAIIIRR HER LONG SKIRT. SHE LOOK SS O GOOOOOOODDDDD the princess (king????) treatment.. He deserves it truly. after everything hes been thru in thawed 😣

THE WyAY SHES CARRYING HIM BRIDAL STYLE BAHSHHAA thats so cute

also I am very much invested in this au that sounds like such a blast. But lets face it mc thinks shes trying to piss lyney off and hes doing the same, while lyney thinks theyre flirting

ALSO DONT WORRY BAHAHAHA I MEAN IT IN A GOOD WAY. Call it What You Want (the song) is such a lovely song that, to me, is THE thawed song. its less of a ‘look out’ and more of a ‘look forward to it’. LISTEN TO IT IF U CAN!! or read thru the lyrics and ull know what i mean

Thank you once again for blessing us with your art i can go to sleep with a smile

[miguelswifey04]

your noir headcanons are adorable!!! may i request some headcanons or drabbles in like sorta that movie tangled au

awwww thank you so much <3 this is so cute !! this will be my own spin it!!

“gosh darn it.” noir muttered himself as he walked through the forest. he was lost, and grumbling curses under breath. he hated being lost but also being on the run because he was proclaimed as some form of thief, but honestly he couldn’t care less.

he would end up in the middle of the forest as he stumbled upon the tower that had vines and plants wrapped around it. he was curious, so he climbed up the tower where you resided in. trapped. he didn’t know you even lived there…what kind of person would even live so high up in the middle of nowhere? so he thought he had been lucky to find things inside the tower, he was a bit skeptical as he searched for any presence of life.

you being the headstrong person that you are and very brave at that you snuck up to that tall man who seemed to be wearing all black and a trench coat?? you whammed him with pan, knocking him silly 😭

using your long blonde magical hair you tied him up on the chair..he was seeing stars to say the least and was still grumbling under his breath. you were curious of him. he piqued your interest but you were skeptical. “who even are you?” holding the pan under the chin to tilt him fo look at you

noir was surprised a beautiful person like you was living in a solitary place like a tower. “none of your concern princess.” he smirked at you looking silly but you recoiled a bit at him calling you “princess.”

“i’m not a princess.” you remarked. you were ready to hit him again with the pan, but he pleased you not too, “woah woah woah, calm down a bit. i don’t think i want to bit whacked with a pan again,” he lightly chuckled but gulped a bit feeling restrained.

you calmed a bit then an idea came to you. he was your one way ticket out of the tower, and you wanted to explore the outside world. “okay. let’s make a deal. i’ll let you go but you have to—TAKE ME WITH YOU!” you suggested, “if not, i’m not gonna let you go.”

noir agreed to take you to see the lanterns that appear every day on your birthday if you would return his satchel filled with stolen jewels, including the lost princess's shiny crown.

it was a bit of a journey nonetheless but noir started to grow fond of you over time. surely at first you really annoyed him with your childish nature but of course you technically “never grew up” because your evil godmother only had used you for your magical hair to keep her forever young.

“so princess tell me about yourself?” he had a shit eating grin on his face and you hated it at first but you grew to actually love his smile or whenever he’d smirk at you. you couldn’t deny the fact he was actually pretty handsome but you ignored that fact.

noir found you stunning and he was attracted by your beauty and radiant aura that you always seemed to radiate. you were his brightest star in his most darkest hours.

you both shared your experiences and stories that made that bond that you both didn’t know y’all had, stronger.

he would causally hold on to your hair in his arms so you wouldn’t trip. if you were tired of carrying your own hair since it was LENGTHY he would have no problem holding it for you!!

you tired? he would carry you in his arms bridal carry style. idk but he likes to carry you whenever you were feeling tired OR would scoop you up just to tease you. he liked the way you got annoyed at him and he loved that feeling.

…

a/n: this was fun to write ✍🏽

tags: @kairiscorner

[msweebyness]

Young Justice: Blue13 Headcanons

Hey Howdy Ho, y’all! I wanted to shine a little spotlight on one of my fave YJ couples, Blue Beetle and Thirteen! Jaime and Traci are just adorable so I wanted to share some cute HC’s I have for them! Enjoy!

Don’t look me in the face and tell me these two aren’t ridiculously affectionate. Holding hands or arms around each other, kisses hello and goodbye always, snuggling whenever the opportunity is present (try and tell me Jaime is not a huge cuddler. Do it I dare you.), Traci sits in his lap, etc. Touch is def a love language.

The Bridal Carry isn’t just an “On Missions” thing, and you can fight me on this. At any given time, in or out of his armor, Jaime will just scoop Traci up and carry her places. Because he likes treating his gf like a princess.

I think we can all agree that Jaime is definitely far from happy with the whole “Part-Time Doctor Fate” deal, I mean who wants to lose the person they love for a week every month or so? With the similarities between possession by Nabu and his own time under the Reach’s control, it was definitely something he struggled to come to grips with. He ultimately accepts Traci’s choice, of course, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to be there every time she puts the helmet on and when she takes it off.

We all know Jaime is a total sweetheart, so you know he would be the most thoughtful and considerate boyfriend in the world. Opens every door for Traci, gets her flowers just because, insists on paying for every date, and always walks her home. This is the kind of boyfriend who feels no shame in getting whatever his gf needs during that time of the month. Who will watch Disney movies with her over and over again because it makes her happy. And she knows she’s lucky to have him.

Traci is definitely the girlfriend who likes to out of the blue say really flirty and suggestive stuff to her significant other, you know she likes to make Jaime turn red whenever she can, and you should hear some of the things this girl says. She’s definitely called her boyfriend “Daddy” with no warning, just to see how he would react, the little troll. Just saying.

After they’d been together for a while, Jaime definitely opened up to Traci about everything with the Reach, being under their control and hurting the people he cared about, the paralyzing fear of losing himself that came before that…and the constant prickling in the back of his head of worry that they might return. Traci would be there for him through all the sleepless nights, comforting him for as long as he needs…and swearing she’ll maim any of those alien creeps if they ever try to come near him again.

I feel like they’re definitely the first Outsiders couple to get married, and everyone at their ceremony was crying happy tears. (You also can’t tell me that Jaime isn’t the man who cries about how much he loves his bride-to-be and how he can’t believe he’s marrying her when he’s drunk at his bachelor party. Someone who shall not be named but is in fact named Bart Allen recorded it and it definitely got played at the reception.)

No relationship is perfect, they all have their vices, and early on, I feel like Jaime would have struggled with jealousy and insecurity, especially when he thinks someone expressed interest in his girlfriend. (We can kind of see this in episode 3x16, with how he keeps his arm around Traci while she’s fangirling over Gar, and the somewhat snippy comment he makes towards him later.) Most of it would stem from his lingering self-resentment, and his feeling that this amazing, beautiful and joyful girl he fell in love with would eventually tire of him and want someone with less…baggage. Eventually, I think Traci would clue into this and they have a talk that helps alleviate these feelings, because strong couples communicate and are built on trust. (Traci, of course, is well aware of how handsome her boyfriend is, and is happy to make it known that he’s hers to anyone looking.)

This is definitely the couple that their idea of a perfect date is just spending an evening cuddled up on the couch and watching cheesy old movies. They don’t feel the need to do anything fancy, just enjoying being close and in each other’s company is enough for them. But that’s not to say they don’t like to surprise each other with something a bit more upscale every now and then.

I love the idea of them getting couples tattoos for one of their anniversaries. Traci gets a blue heart with the beetle chest emblem thing on the inside of her wrist, and Jaime gets a roman numeral thirteen just underneath his collar on the left side. Because they’re cute like that.

These two are always on each other’s minds, and will definitely find any excuse to talk about how wonderful their boyfriend/girlfriend is. They can always find a way to bring each other up in conversation and it annoys the heck out of their friends. Like, we get it, you have the best partner in the world, you can stop yapping about it now.

Jaime’s family absolutely loves Traci, no doubt. Bianca already calls the girl her daughter-in-law, much to her son’s embarrassment, and Alberto wholeheartedly goes along with this. Milagro adores Traci and thinks she’s just the coolest and prettiest person in the world, and thus often asks her why she likes her stupid brother, again, to Jaime’s annoyance. Dr. Thurston thinks Jaime is a good kid, if a little strange with the whole, talking to his back thing, and trusts him to take care of his daughter.

Jaime and Traci are definitely each other’s biggest supporters in everything. Whenever he doubts his capabilities or that people can ever trust him as a hero, she’s right there reminding him of all the good he’s done and the trust they all have in him. And he’s so genuinely happy for her when she makes strides in mastering her magic, and is the first to reassure her when she makes a misstep. They’re always in each other’s corner, no matter what.

Every couple has arguments, that’s just a fact. Jaime and Traci are no exception. But even there biggest ones don’t last more than a few days. Tell me these two could bear to stay mad at each other, I dare you. They’ll give each other some time to cool off before talking things out, because communication is key. They know they’re strong enough to handle bumps in the road.

One thing they have in common is they’re both part of a package deal. Leroy would be such a little shit to Jaime at first, always hissing at him and smacking him with his tail, but he’d warm up to him eventually, knowing how much he cares for Traci. Scarab…is Scarab, so you know it’s not gonna be a fan of “the Traci”, but eventually, I think it’d come to tolerate her because it’s clear she’s not going anywhere, and a slight respect due to her commitment to keeping it’s host safe and happy.

These two would be so protective of each other. They watch each other’s backs during fights, and you know they make a hell of a team. Whenever one is hurt or sick, the other won’t leave their side unless forced until they feel better. Traci will fight anyone who tries to imply Blue Beetle can’t be trusted because of the whole Reach thing, you know she would, and he won’t let anyone shit-talk her for her mistakes either. And you know Jaime still gets those spikes of territorial feelings whenever someone stares at his girlfriend for a little too long. (Traci might deny it, but she does too.)

Traci has stolen a fair amount of Jaime’s hoodies (seriously, how many does he own?), and it’s not unusual to see her wearing one when they’re all hanging out. She just loves how big and warm they are on her, and hey, seeing your girl wear your clothes is widely considered to be pretty hot, and our boy certainly thinks so.

A lot of couples have little things they call each other and they’re no exception. Jaime would call Traci “mi amor” or “mi princesa” because that’s how he sees her, the love of his life and his princess. Traci would definitely call him “her knight” whenever he uses the second one, because they’re sappy like that. She also uses “handsome” a lot which never fails to make him blush.

Physically, Traci’s favorite thing about Jaime would be his warm, soft brown eyes. The sheer amount of love in them when he looks at her makes her heart race. Whenever she’s annoyed with him, you can’t tell me one look from those puppy dog eyes doesn’t break her resolve completely. (And…the killer abs certainly don’t hurt either!) On Jaime’s end, nothing makes his heart melt like Traci’s beautiful, bright smile that can light up a room, especially the sweet little one that seems to be especially for him. (And hey, if she has those gorgeous, long legs as a bonus, who is he to complain?)

They’re in love, that’s the bottom line. They’re at their happiest together and each brings out the best in the other. Bless these adorable dorks.

Hope you all enjoyed this and join me in praying we get a season 5 in a few years! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[internals1ut]

How do you think the bottoms (Leo) like to be held? Like bridal carry, piggyback, etc

This one is so cute I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Also I pulled a muscle in my neck last night from stretching, you guys should join my discord linked on @internalscream1ng carrd out of pity ( not really)

Tohma - He likes being spooned from behind. I can see it as a way that he doesn't have his glasses on, plus he is a side Sleeper, and he doesn't want to face anyone while he rests. So he sleeps on his side and back to his partner with their arms around him.

Kaito - He will say he doesn't need to be held but carry him bridle style. He is just a blonde princess.

Leo - Any and all. This boy will actually have a bitch fit if his partner isn't holding him after sex or in general. Bonus, he enjoys being ass naked and arms and legs wrapped around Sho while Sho is still inside and Sho walks around his room to get something. Just a funny thought~

Haru - He doesn't mind how he is being held, he knows if it's the position his lover likes he will snuggle up like that while being held. With Towa he will lay on his chest, with Ren he is sitting in his lap.

Romeo - He gets scared because he just can. He'll make Taiga carry him in the room after his legs get sore. He likes being carried him bridle style because mostly Taiga carries him with one arm.

Subaru - Again another where he doesn't mind how he is held, with Sho it's mostly piggyback sides because Sho offers , with Haku it's just a simple sit in the lap while they talk, with Lyca he gets carried it's both Lyca hands under his arm and lifting him up, Lyca is trying.

Edward - Piggyback rises for both Lyca and Rui, because it would be funny of Edward calling them both a horse and treating them like one -

Yuri - He declares he isn't someone who needs to be held! He doesn't need it or want it...... But later he gets held on Jiro's lap while he freely works.

This one was too cute I was thinking all day about. I hope you liked it ^^

[tare-anime]

Even in such disastrous events, Sylvia must still escort the two lover birds idiots. (AO3)

Kinda a sequel to this

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Sylvia Sherwood is a veteran spy. 

Yes, she might have not been in the field for several years ever since she became WISE Handler Ostanian division, but still, she IS a spy who has been trained physically and mentally to prepare herself for any unfavorable conditions. 

Thus, she will NOT scream like some schoolgirl, even when she is being carried bridal style by a younger woman, whose body is smaller than hers.

At most, she will just hold her breath while forcing her erratic heartbeat to stay beating steady, when the lithe woman jumps from one skyscraper to another. 

Wait. 

The Full Metal Lady widens her eyes when she cannot see any other skyscrapers in front of her, and yet, The Thorn Princess doesn't slow down her run. 

In fact, she sped up. (How is THAT even possible???!!)

"Uuuh….. excuse me…."

"Please hold on tight, Ma'am" 

Sylvia instinctively tightens her hold on the younger one's bare shoulder; she might accidentally scratch them. 

"Wait for a second. You don't plan to-....."

Yor leaps. 

KYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

.

Sylvia's soul finally returns to her body when Yor put her gently on the bed of a room. 

She is blinking rapidly to assess her location.

The room is clean. Only consist of twin beds, a small table with one chair, a simple wardrobe, and a bathroom. 

"This is an apartment at the border of Berlint."

Thorn Princess answers her silent question when effortlessly lifting the wardrobe, table, and chair to block the door. 

"Lo-.., Twilight prepared this place, and told me to bring you here until he finishes the 'clean up' at your office."

The younger one then retrieves a briefcase and first aid kit box. 

She places the briefcase near her arm, "He also said that you might need this for extra protection, in case I was busy engaging your pursuer." 

A briefcase gun. She nods. 

Of course, Twilight would go to such a length when preparing backup plans. 

Yor then open the first aid kit and kneel near her injured leg and start inspecting it. 

"May I?" 

Sylvia nods, giving her permission to the younger one to remove the makeshift bandages and her stockings.

She hisses upon touch, and immediately understands that she won't be walking for several months ahead. 

She pinches the bridge of her nose. The day has turned worse and worse with each passing minute.

"Ma'am, I think-..."

"Sylvia." 

With a disastrous day such as today, she had enough formality.

"Huh?" 

"You can call me Sylvia, Yor." 

Yor blinks and reluctantly nods, "O-okay. Well, uhh…. It looks like the bullet went through, but it grazed the femur….."

"Fractured bone." 

Yor nods and then gives her a bright smile, "But the fragments are still aligned. That means I can stitch the flesh wounds to slow down the bleeding until the situation is clear and you can get proper medical help."

Ah, such positivity. So cute

Sylvia chuckles. "Don't worry. I've been in a worse situation." 

"Of course," She sees Yor frowns, "But this is still going to hurt."

"I'll live. Please carry on." 

"I'll do it as fast as I can."

She nods her approval, hugs the pillow, and bites on it. 

.

True to her words, the painful process ends fast enough to Sylvia's relief. 

After bandaging the wounds tightly, the Forger's mother then gives her a glass of water which she gulps down hungrily. 

To her surprise, the next thing Yor does is open the bathroom door to retrieve Sylvia's German Shepherd. 

The dog immediately comes to her and licks her hand worriedly. 

Sylvia can't help but chuckle, "Relax boy, Mama will live."

The red-haired woman then turns her attention back to her savior, who currently is sitting stiffly near the door.

Sylvia can see how hard the younger one is to look calm, but honestly, she won't fool anyone with how visible her fidgeting is, keep looking in the direction of the ongoing battles at WISE HQ. 

Wearing emotions in her sleeves, huh? I wonder how she can keep her job a secret from anyone up until now. Me included. Sylvia shakes her head in disbelief.

She then clears her throat, "Thank you so much for your help. I'll be fine now. You can go help your husband." 

Yor's head snaps at her, and she stammers, "Uuh… but Lo-.., I mean, Twilight asked me to guard you."

Sylvia clicks her tongue.

That foolish idiot!!

She shakes her head and sighs, "That idiot just doesn't want to see you get hurt."

"Huh?" 

Upon receiving questioning looks from a pair of ruby orbs, Sylvia pinches the bridge of her nose again. She can feel the tingling feeling at her temple, a sign of upcoming migraine that has nothing to do with the immense pain of fractured bone, or blood loss. 

These two really are going to be the end of me.

"Tell me Yor, did Twilight specifically tell you to take the longer route and bring me to this place via that specific window?"

Yor nods.

"That means he has done his meticulous preparations to distract the enemies. Aside from false routes, there must be numerous traps surrounding each entrance; if not on the whole building itself; and cover any access to come to this room. Trust me. This place is the safest place in the whole city."

It needs several seconds for Yor to chew the information before a realization sinks in and she starts to scowl. 

Sylvia raises her hand in a calming motion, "Ah, but please don't kill him. I think I understand his reasons."

Yor mutters through gritted teeth, "He promises to stop keeping things to himself." 

"Please be patient with him, Yor. He….." She sighs, "I can still remember his devastated face clear as day, when he tore this city brick by brick searching for you, during the war of your assassins organization."

"But that was different."

"Was it?" She challenges the assassin, "Didn't you quite literally throw your body in the line of harm so that he can live?"

She sees the younger one inattentively caress the ribs under her left breast, most definitely the location of her mortal wound. 

Sylvia smiles somberly, "You know that he has lost everything in his past, Yor. He will break beyond repair if he loses you. So please be patient with him."

She sees Yor frown before muttering, "Sorry…"

The elder one chuckles, "Don't. I guess that's why both of you are meant for each other." 

Sylvia sees how Yor is still conflicted though.

Oh heaven, have mercy. Do I really have to chaperone these two again?

She takes a deep calming breath, "On second thought, I think I understand why that idiot agent of mine wants to keep you away from our business. It is already a disgrace for us to be blindsided by this typical trojan horse scheme. Asking for help from an enemy country assassin would make us lose our dignity completely."

"Uum…. Actually, Shopkeeper said that Garden is only returning the favor," Yor chimes in. 

"Hmm…. Twilight was doing a solo act at that time, though that information is classified," The elder one starts to talk under her breath, "But, drastic times call for drastic measures. I need my loyal agents to stay alive to show them how a real spy works. If these bastards want to play rough, then I'll gladly show them why I got the name Full Metal Lady."

She then returns her attention to the assassin in front of her, "And there are your justifications." 

When Yor blinks confusedly, Sylvia takes another deep breath, "I'm asking your help to bring my loyal agents safely from the commotions at the HQ; including your husband; so that I can have a proper revenge."

Yor's face immediately brightens and she salutes, "On it, Ma'am!" 

The assassin immediately stands up. 

Sylvia thinks that Yor will bolt to help Twilight right away, but she is wrong.

First, Yor rearranges the makeshift barricades to block the one and only safe entry of the room. Second, she ensures Sylvia has the basic needs within arm's reach: energy bars, water, and even urinals and wipes (did Twilight really prepare that?!). Third: she makes sure the German Shepherd has enough kibbles and water and also prepares folded sheets for the dog to rest. 

Yor double-checks everything, making sure all is prepared accordingly, and that Sylvia is comfortable in her current immobile position. Only after that then she perches at the window ready to depart. 

Sylvia is actually quite amazed. 

"I'll be back as soon as possible," Yor looks at her. She pauses for a while before giving the Handler a grateful smile, "And thank you so much, Ms. Sylvia." 

She then jumps down from the 3rd story building.

Sylvia blinks astonishingly before chuckling. This woman is not as gullible as people believe, huh?

A whining from her right makes the red-haired lady look down, and pet her dog. 

"Yes boy, she is your friend, Bond's master."

Another whining.

"Yep. One of a kind indeed."

Sylvia now understands why Twilight falls head over heels for her. 

As he should.

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So, I'm thinking the internal conflict in WISE is just like the internal conflict that happened in SHIELD during Captain America Winter Soldier. There might be infiltration from the enemy's agency, or SSS, or just some greedy people within WISE that have become ambitious. *shrugs*

And yes. I hc Sylvia will always get a headache because these two lover birds are idiots. But she loves them nonetheless. I once wrote a one-shot exploring this hc

These two lovely fics also share similar hc:

A case study of mr. Fishy

It’s just the light coming on

Totally love it!

[todayisyourturntolose]

DO U HAVE ANY P1/P4 HCS IM GLAD I GOT U INTO IT 🙏🙏🙏

OH BOY DO I !

aaaah imma put em under the cut bcuz there might be a lot

-p4 would sooo carry p1 bridal style, without hesitation

-this song is so them coded its insane (i said this for p1/p3 [and also nottemdude] alr but methinks this fits p1/p4 too :P)

-they're both avid horror movie enjoyers and watch them together almost every week

-they also like watching corny low budget horror films and trashing on them

-p4 tries to steal a kiss from p1 whenever the chance is given. not a day passes where these two haven't kissed at least once

-p4 would beat the everlasting shit outta redux if he ever made p1 feel bad abt himself [in typical "is this guy bothering you babe 🤨" fashion]

-p4 likes to style p1s hair since there isn't rlly much he can do with his own, so sometimes p1 will wear his hair in a ponytail, or have it kinda slicked back etc

-theres a simple trick for getting p1 to blush, and it's getting called pet names by p4. especially the more *personal* ones. as soon as the word "kitty", "hun", or "princess" leave p4's lips, p1 is alr blushing like crazy

-speaking of kitty 🤭 p1 would most definitely purr when he and p4 were like. alone and cuddling for the first time. he doesn't notice it but p4 does, and cracks a joke abt it and p1 stops immediately and is like "💀" (p4 doesn't mind, in fact he thinks it's rlly cute)

-every night before p1 goes to sleep, he always reminds p4 on how much he rlly means to him and how he's singlehandedly saved his life and he gets all sappy and corny and

-complete opposite body temps lol. p4 is a walking heater while p1 is literally cold to the touch

-they switch glasses for fun sometimes, but have completely different prescription lenses so they both can't see shit (methinks p1 is far sighted, while p4 would probably be near sighted)

okey i think that's all. maybe. srry if this is a lot i just love this goobers to death

[wellfell]

 the idea of marriage was cursed , many people would know that even mentioning it around akina would cause her to twitch her nose in disgust ; to let a man cage you in a house and wait for him to one day , inevitably , get bored of you ? akina doesn't tolerate even the hints of disloyalty , she thinks she could easily suffocate him with a pillow if he was a mere magistrate and decided to play around because his majesty was bored . . . she thinks she'd have many creative ways of stretching his death into hours , days if he ever did it . but right now , it'd be almost impossible to . the first thought that hit her mind with the mention of his betrothal was violence — she can't even imagine astarion being loyal to anyone . those eight children are going to simply make him stop looking at her the same way he does now ; upside down , trying to get a good look of her seated form . her head is tilted and she's already looking at him when he looks at her – and doesn't look away .

 but she's grinning when he glares at her because she adores the way his face twists in rage , it suits him as much as his charming aura of carelessness does . like he has all the time in the world ; of course akina will reject him , she's a mere blip in the long centuries of his life . what will he do , talk about her tragic death during childbirth with the pretty elven princess he'd get ?

 both of his offers sound tempting , she'd love to ride him on the grass if she wasn't feeling lightheaded and aching all over ; so maybe he could have done all the work this time and pin her to the ground ? stop being a pillow princess with prettiest smile – watching from down there , calling her a good girl . akina hisses in pain , grips onto his clothes to pull herself up on her feet first and foremost if she wants to jump on his arms , not very elegant . her legs work just fine , perhaps a bruised toe would be their problem but all in all , she could easily ( after turning him around like she's handling a fine marble statue ) jump on his back . legs around his waist , arms around his neck , and mouth breathing hotly to his pointed ear . she heard it in a tavern once from a whore who had an elven boyfriend — scandalous , and cute . ‘ their ears are sooo sensitive ‘ , a quiet giggle whispered in his ear as she lazily lays her head on his shoulder . ❛ i could never be a bride . ❜  she's giving him space though , never bother an elf who is also a vampire spawn and terrifyingly good with a sword . looking away , to the lake they leave behind , to the flowers she was plucking a few minutes ago . there's a gentle sway to his steps , slower because he's carrying her on his back – maybe bridal style was better . but perhaps she couldn't nuzzle his hair like this , curled and pale , easy to tangle your fingers in . . . annoy him until he drops you on the ground and leaves you to the wolves . the rogues got into weird arguments and fights in the middle of the road , and their group would ignore them because usually it'd be solved into silence or one of them angrily walked forward from the group and the other stayed behind and nagged . ❛ . . . you didn't save me you know that right ? ❜  so he doesn't get stupid ideas , she turns her head toward his ear again , and fiercely bites it .

she gives his nose tender pressure and he imagines having a heart that could flip.  lashes flutter, quiet reflection in his glossy, sky-searching gaze.  he missed her by a hair.  “… i was betrothed, naughty girl.”   technically.  it never stopped him from dallying.  just like being an elf never stopped him from acting like a heathen amongst friends.  he and akina would’ve been friends.  he is sure of it.  and he’d have dealt with anyone giving her trouble.  magistrate astarion ancunín was subtle, hands kept clean.  he carried a silver dagger, always, but never actually had to stick it in someone.  no.  other people would do that for him.  happily.  “there were cannibals that lurked beneath the city.  i’d arrange to have him fed to them.”  crooked little smirk.  he raises a finger, pretending akina’s still there.  maybe her lips were about where selûne’s tears are now.  floating.  he pokes at the trail in the sky.  it looks sort of like a frown from this angle.  he pouts upward.  “we could’ve watched.  cute date idea, i think.”

he wants to joke that she should have just married him instead, avoid this whole tawdry mess.  tempt him to the point of madness and recklessness.  have him breaking vows to his parents and the boring elven woman expecting to meet him down an aisle once they’d both reached their hundredth year.  what harm could it have caused?  she’s human.  she’d probably die during childbirth and shatter his heart. they’d have had lots of babies before that ... eight or nine weird little half him, half her, half elven babies, that he’d have no idea how to interact with but would somehow become his world.  and he can see her trying to be an ordinary housewife even though he’s a magistrate who might someday try to become a duke.  he would live a life that utterly fucking delighted him before adopting a proper, adult name and succumbing to the next seven hundred years of doing whatever it was his family expected.

astarion boosts up onto his elbows, tossing his head back so that he’s viewing her upside-down the way he might’ve sixty seconds ago.  the girl in his fantasy.  his stomach tightens against a sudden wave of giddiness, breeze rustling through as warm and gentle as her inexplicable kiss, messing with his hair, his head.  that head comes forward again, teeth pressing bottom lip.  him, down on a knee?  before her?  begging her to make him the happiest man?  hilarious...  the thought of her flat-out refusing him, even more so.  gods, he hopes akina would have refused him.  with her dark and disapproving matching eyes and a pretty little heartbreaker dress.  wait until he’s spilt vital organs of all their worth in declarations and promises and then remind him of his place.  nowhere near a darling girl.  even one who tears petals off innocent, harmless flowers.  he shakes his head , grabs his flask, and springs up from the ground.  he twists, glaring back at her while ensuring all his items securely holstered and not to become a hindrance.  then begins his grassy approach, eyes fixed and narrow.  “you’re very annoying.  just thought you should know.”  asking about things he’d already been considering, how dare she.  “and i did start the fire.”   he hopes the smile he cannot bite away doesn’t inspire her to fuck with him.  he likes smiling around her.  she better not ruin it.   “does it make you want to swoon?  how lucky that i’m here to catch you...”   he stops walking before he can be told he’s too close.   “feel like pretending you’re a bride, then?  or would you rather ride me the whole way back.”  he cocks a brow, about to be haughty but eyes soften when he checks over her arm.  he’s not sure which would be more comfortable, but it’s her choice.  let her jump on whichever end she prefers.  his arms are ready.

[j2lx]

The Pains of Periods (and the reasons why your boyfriend helps make it better) (Sukuna x Reader)

Prompt: Fem!#4 ("Why are you crying baby? Your mood swings again? Or are your cramps hurting you?") with Ryomen Sukuna

Synopsis: Your period was never easy to get through. From fatigue, to cramps and mood swings, you just couldn't catch a break on your period. Luckily, you had your boyfriend to help you!

A/n: @joey-02 Thank you for waiting and for requesting! This is such a cute request ahhhhhh I hope I did it justice =") Thank you for your support and enjoy reading! (Also, this is a repost because the tags didn't work ="))

Warnings: (not a warning but) Sukuna has his own body but isn't in his true form, pet names (reader is called princess, baby, brat (affectionately), babygirl), overall just really fluffy honestly

Word count: 1.3k

From the J2LX'S 100 followers event ♡

"Hey brat, what d'ya wanna have for dinner huh?" Sukuna asked as he stepped into your shared bedroom. Seeing you wrapped up snuggly in the blanket, he smiled softly and made his way to you.

"Hey wakey wakey princess. Time to decide on dinner-" Sukuna said as he pats your back lightly, not expecting to see your eyes red, puffy and filled with tears, and your cheeks wet from the tears you've already shed when you turned around to face him.

"W-wait- baby are you ok? Was it something I said or did? I'm sorry, does it hurt? Did I…" He panicked and started asking an endless number of questions, until you said, "No 'Kuna it's just my period." He looked at you and just stood there, wondering if he should comfort you or give you some space.

You see, Sukuna never knew what to do whenever you were on your period. He wasn't that good with emotions on a normal basis, let alone when you're in pain, bleeding and having cramps. Yet, he always tries his best to make you feel better.

He made up his mind and stroked your hair gently. Making sure that his hands weren't too cold, he placed his hand on your tummy, rubbing it lightly as he asked, "Why are you crying baby? Your mood swings again? Or are your cramps hurting you? Which aspect of your period is causing my baby to cry?"

"A little bit of both…" you replied, feeling a little guilty when you saw just how panicked he was over your condition. After all, you could've handled it yourself. You didn't have to get your boyfriend worried over something you could have hidden from him.

But then again, Ryomen Sukuna wasn't the kind of boyfriend to leave his princess alone when she was in pain or needed help. He was bound to find out about your condition anyway, and take action to make you feel better. And that's exactly what he started doing. He immediately took out the basket of period supplies that he kept at the bedside table, took out one of the heating pads and pasted it on your shirt, slowly rubbing and pushing the heating pad down gently so that it'll stick better. He then kissed you all over your face, while hugging you to his chest.

"Better now?" You nodded. Of course you were better. You had your handsome boyfriend with you, who also helped make your mood swings and cramps better. What more could you ask for?

Sukuna asked you for permission before carrying you to the living room, bridal style, placing you on the couch gently. He drapes a blanket over you and then heads to the kitchen to get you your favourite hot drink. "Oh I'm making dinner tonight by the way. I think you need my food more than anything now huh," he says teasingly, a small smirk on his face when he returns to the living room with your drink.

You manage a smile, already feeling better from what Sukuna had done. But you couldn't help but cling onto his arm when he tries to leave to make dinner. "Stay," you mutter, your grip on him tightening. He turns and looks at you, wrapped up in yet another blanket with a heating pad stuck to your pajama shirt. You didn't seem to be in any pain, but Sukuna knew that you wanted his presence anyway.

He sat down on the couch next to you, before pulling you onto his lap and letting you snuggle into his chest. "Hey princess," Sukuna started, hands making their way to wrap around your body, "I know I'm not great with affection sometimes but is there anything else I can do? About your mood swings, maybe?"

You look up at him and cup his face with one of your hands, smiling at him. "You're here 'Kuna. So I'm fine. I'll always be fine as long as you're by my side," you confessed, watching as his lips turned upwards into a warm smile.

"Is that right? Then I wonder what you'll do if you never met me huh. Probably cry and throw something at the wall because your mood swings are too crazy?" your boyfriend teased, smirking at you when you punched his chest lightly in disagreement.

"For your information, you're part of the reason I have my mood swings too," you roll your eyes as you reply in the most matter-of-fact tone you could muster.

"Oh how so? Because I'm so handsome that you're oh so scared that some girls pin after me and I'll stop loving you? Hmm probably not, you always told me that you didn't fall for my looks to begin with."

"Ryomen Sukuna, I will tell you here and now that no one else would be with you because I'm the only one who can handle you. Don't even try to deny it, it's so true! Besides, like hell I'll care about some girls who don't even exist, it's not like anyone is actually pinning after my boyfriend."

"Yes, yes, apparently no one else wants this hot man. Then again, even if someone did, you're the only one for me right babygirl? My pretty and feisty little princess is so cute, yeah? So perfect for me."

Your cheeks flushed red, not expecting a conversation about your mood swings to get to the point of your boyfriend straight up complimenting, and lowkey flirting with you. He chuckles at your flustered state, before pressing kisses all over your face.

"I love my baby so much yeah," he says in between kisses, making you giggle.

"I love you too," you reply, pressing a kiss to his forehead just as he pulled away from kissing your face. The two of you stared at each other in utter adoration and love... Until your stomach grumbled.

Sukuna laughed and placed you back on the couch gently, heading to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. As you watched him scurry around the kitchen, looking for ingredients and utensils, you couldn't help but wonder: what would it have been like if you didn't meet your boyfriend?

Periods would've been a lot more painful and difficult to handle, and you surely would've been distressed more easily on a day to day basis. When you actually thought about it, your life wouldn't have been as happy and exciting as it was now. Sukuna has helped you find peace with yourself, and taught you so many things while also having fun with you. You knew that if not for him, you wouldn't have become the person you were today.

And as Sukuna walked to the living room, his hands holding a large bowl of your favourite dish, you were glad that you only had to wonder about life without Sukuna, and not actually live it. He might come off as scary and intimidating to most, but deep down he's a softy who wants the best for the people he loves.

He smiled at you warmly, setting the bowl on the table in front of you before switching on the TV and settling down next to you. He took a spoonful of the food, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to you like he always does when you're on your period. And at that moment, you couldn't help but realise just how lucky you were.

To have a loyal and caring boyfriend who would do just about anything for you, making sure that you were comfortable and happy. A boyfriend who would give in to your absurd request without questioning anything; a boyfriend who you knew was always there for you.

Yeah, periods were a pain, but your boyfriend certainly made all that pain go away. And you couldn't be more thankful for that.

Ahhh the idea of Sukuna taking care of his s/o when they're on their period makes me so soft 🥺 I didn't really like the ending part, but I tried my best to make it fit. Nonetheless, I hoped you enjoyed reading!

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Shortfic: Pretend boyfriend

Scenario: You’re being badgered by someone who is obviously interested in you. You’ve turned them down time and time again but they’re WAY too persistent.

Characters: Scaramouche, Kaeya, Venti x fem! reader

Warnings: not proofread, swearing, obvious sexual innuendos for Venti but still safe for work turn away if you’re not into that though.

Read: (Kazuha Version) (Itto, Zhongli Version)

Note: These are for the anons requesting for Venti lately. Haha. Sorry I don’t give him much attention.

Scaramouche

So the guy pining after you occasionally shows up when you’re at Liyue Harbor. He likes to call you cute and although you have an annoyed face most of the time, the guy still finds you endearing and you’re starting to get pissed off.

“Listen... my boyfriend isn’t going to be happy,”

The guy guffaws with laughter. Knowing that you didn’t have one. He’s never seen you with a guy before, what makes you think you can lie to him? Before the guy could even say anything back to make fun of you though, you feel a presence walk up behind you. 

Your head turns a little to see Scaramouche, the hat atop his head looks only the slightest bit comical right now as his head swings around, but the look on his face definitely isn’t. Your eyes light up, and quickly take this opportunity. “Scara honey, you’re back!” You raise your eyebrows at him and give him a pointed look to signal that you needed help, and that he would hopefully play along.

You never knew what would happen with Scaramouche though. He had such a mood sometimes.

Scaramouche glances at you and then stares over at the guy. The guy, sensing that this was some type of act goes for your wrist, only for it to be SLAPPED away. Scaramouche wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you towards him, your front crashing against his. You can’t see the seething look on his face but you hear it in his words.

“Keep your hands off or I’ll cut them off for you,” The guy is now confused. Why was he so possessive over you? Perhaps this wasn’t an act after all? “Also, fuck off,” Scaramouche finishes and the guy quickly turns away under Scaramouche’s sharp gaze and words. 

When you sense that the coast was clear, you peek up at his face. “Thanks, Scara,” you try to pull away but he’s still staring down at you and his arm is tight around your waist. You forget sometimes how strong he actually is. “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t just call me ‘honey’ and not do anything about it,” and he smirks. 

Kaeya

The guy pining after you is actually quite a nice guy. Difficult to turn down and overall just polite and pleasant. You’re not interested though and is having a hard time breaking it to him.

“Oh, uh... I’m kinda busy today,” you tell him. “How about tomorrow then?” he counters, polite smile on his face. “Well of course, I should’ve asked you a bit earlier. Haha, my bad. How about you just tell me when you’re free, that sounds a little better,” he suggests right after. 

Off behind the polite guy you see Kaeya stroll in view, and your body automatically goes toward him. “Kaeya!” you fast walk and hug him around the middle, head tilted up to give him a pleading look. He’s still kind of confused, but doesn’t complain about having you in his arms. 

You turn towards the polite guy and bow your head a little, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I actually already have a boyfriend,” and that’s when it clicks in Kaeya’s mind. His arms suddenly pull you up into a bridal style carry, knowing that you needed saving from your suitor. You squeak a little in surprise, face flushing the slightest pink, but automatically wrap your arms around his neck. 

He completely disregards the guy and looks down at your flushed face. “Now, now princess. Your face is all red, shouldn’t you be used to this by now?” It feels as if he’s also taunting you. He chuckles but looks back at the guy, smiling at him sweetly. “We’ll be taking our leave,” and he turns to start walking away from the scene. 

When you were sure the two of you were out of earshot you tug on him and say “Okay, you can put me down now! Thanks for your help,” but Kaeya shoots you his pleasant smiley face. “I have another idea, how about seriously considering me as your boyfriend? Hm?”

Venti

The guy pining after you is a bard. He just constantly wants to play songs for you, and wants you to listen. Frankly you don’t really care about music that much.

“...and I wrote this song atop a hill, I got caught in the rain and I thought it was...” the guy kept on rambling and you didn’t know how to stop him. At some point, he stops talking and just plays. You shift there uncomfortably, wanting to go as soon as you can but not wanting to be rude. 

Suddenly there’s someone who joins next to you. You turn your head to see that it was Venti. He was merely watching the bard play too. The bard stops playing though, and looks at Venti. “...Excuse me... This is a song I wrote for her, and I kind of wanted her to be the first one to hear it...”

You nearly roll your eyes but force a smile instead, until an idea comes to you. “Actually...Venti here writes a lot of songs for me too, he’s my boyfriend,” you smile and the bard looks heartbroken. You can feel Venti give you a surprised side glance but he recovers pretty easily, catching on to the act. 

“Ah yes, Y/N is just such a beauty, it’s hard not to get inspired just looking at her, right?” he makes small talk with the bard as if he’s known him forever. Venti wraps an arm around your shoulder, “Ehe,” but his face turns dark at the next moment. “Also, being a bard, I do get a lot of practice with my fingers. You know, Y/N has a really nice singing voice too, but you should hear her in bed, she--”

“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH!” You shriek and cover your face. You did NOT expect him to say something like that. The bard pining after you had already started to walk away, possibly offended by the fact that you already had someone else, and someone seemingly lewd as well.

“Ehe~!” Venti drops his hold on your shoulder but smiles at you innocently. “You didn’t have to go that far Venti!” you hiss at him, face with a slight blush. He lets out his signature laugh again. “Maybe not... but now that I’ve said it, how ‘bout trying it out, eh?” he picks his hand up and pretends to be playing a lyre, but the focus is obviously on his fingers.

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Draco x fem!reader

Period comfort with Draco

Warnings: mentions of blood and food. Tooth rotting fluff fic!

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Draco and y/n were on their way to potions class like every Tuesday morning, except that y/n’s mood had been very variant which was unusual. Draco and y/n had only been dating in 6 months but Draco never saw her like that like this morning.

First she woke up very flirty, then she was angry when she couldn’t find her school tie and lastly she was very very excited about breakfast this morning which ALSO is unusual because Draco know she hates to eat in the morning.

And now she is extra quiet on their way to potions. Draco thought this was a pretty weird morning…

“ are you alright, darling? “ he asked full of questions about this morning.

She just looked at him and shrugged.

“ I guess. “ no facial expression at all, did he do something wrong?

“ if you say so, but you know you always can talk to me about anything, right? “ he answered with a cute smile.

When they entered the classroom and sat down next to each other Draco noticed that y/n looked uncomfortable. It looked like she was in pain, she crouched down with her hands on her stomach and that’s were Draco couldn’t help himself to check in on his lovely girlfriend.

“ are you in pain, princess? “

He whispered in her ear to not to attract any attention from their classmates. She shook her head with her eyes squeezed shut in pain.

“ no, don’t lie. I can see that you’re clearly in pain for some reason… “ he said again, hoping his girlfriend would tell him what’s going on. But nothing.

Professor Snape dismissed the class and Draco packed his things and were ready to leave but he saw that y/n was still sitting still in her seat.

“ are you coming? “ he was utterly confused by her weird behavior this day.

“ Shit… “ was the only thing that came from her mouth. She gestured for Draco to come closer. And then she whispered in his ear.

“ look, I think I just started my period. “ she said moving rather uncomfortable in her seat.

“ oh, let’s go to your dorm then, c’mon…! “

He didn’t know what she totally meant as he started to walk away again.

“ Draco! You don’t understand, I think I just started my period and I think I’ve bleed through my skirt already… “ she looked embarrassed, Draco walked over to her to hug her. He helped her of her seat and threw a cleansing spell on the chair that was full of blood.

“ wow princess that was a lot of blood, are you okay? Do you need anything?! “ he asked full of concern. Y/n looked up at him with teary puppy eyes...

“ my skirt is blood stained, blood is literally trailing down my thighs and I have the worst cramps I ever had… “ she sobbed out only for the tall platinum blonde boy in front of her.

“ no… don’t cry princess, it’ll be just fine. “

Draco tried to calm her a little while he took of his school robe only to wrap in around her waist. He cupped her face in his hands, he dries the stray tears with the pad of his thumb.

“ You ready to go, sweets? “ he finally asked when she had calmed down from her crying state.

“ yeah… but every time I take a step it feels like I get stabbed! “ she said and sounded rather annoyed instead. Draco swept her up and carried her bridal style to her dorm. He put her down and she walked directly to the bathroom to get cleaned up again.

Draco waited nervously outside the bathroom door in case she needed help with absolutely anything. And then, he heard a small voice call for him behind the wooden door.

“ Draco? Could you please go to my drawer and get a new skirt, a pair of underwear and a pad…? You really don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable with it but it would be easier for me “ she sounded kind of shy, Draco went straight to the drawer and took out a new pair of underwear and a pad and knocked on the bathroom door.

“ can I come inside, darling? “ she asked.

“ yeah but I look like a mess “ she answered.

Draco walked in and saw her on the toilet, looking embarrassed. He handed her the pad and her underwear. He chose the ones that looked the most comfortable.

“ you look as beautiful as always, sweets! Also I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable to talk about this kind of things. It’s natural, this is a way of your body to tell you that you’re perfectly healthy and well. “

Y/n nodded and looked up at her boyfriend as she felt her heart beat faster all because of the way he cared about her.

“ thank you dray, I’m gonna change now but you can stay if you want to… “

“ of course, pretty. I can turn around if you’d like that “ he said in adoration.

“ yeah, it would be nice “

One minute later she was done.

“ dray? Didn’t you get a new skirt for me? “

Draco shook his head and turned around to embrace the y/h/c haired girl.

“ nope sorry about that, but I thought we could skip the rest of our classes and just cuddle in your bed instead. And you won’t need a skirt or have pants to do that, you should be focusing on being comfortable instead. “ he played with her shiny hair while he said that.

“ Thank you for being there for me, through all this... “ she said and buried her face in his chest.

“ I’m glad to go through this with you, that mean I can help you, cuddle you and even learn one or another thing about menstruation so I’ll be prepared on what to expect when you have your period “ he said completely honest.

If he’s friends saw him now, they would probably make fun of him his entire life. But he didn’t care at all, because he was with his y/n when she was at her most vulnerable state…

[angsty-omi]

you get jealous of their manager

suna rintarou; sakusa kiyoomi

angst to fluff, hurt/comfort.

suna rintarou

when rin told you about the new manager, you didn’t expect her to be blonde, curvy, and absolutely gorgeous. honestly, just looking at her made you insecure. the way all the boys gawked at her everytime she walked by. you didn’t care about the boys though, you only cared about a boy, your boyfriend rin. she’s with him longer than he’s with you. practices take up most of his day, so you only saw him once he got to your shared apartment where he was too tired to do anything that exterted energy. to be fair, you were fine just staying in, but imagining him with her during practices made you uncomfortable.

it was even worse when he’d go out to dinner with the team and her. you couldn’t remember the last time he’d even ask you on a date. you hated the way he stopped trying once you started dating. starting to reach the AMs when you called him.

“y/n?” his slurred tone showed that he was drunk.

“suna? where are you? it’s almost 12 am.” you scolded. how could you not? he’s drunk and with a girl that you were very envious of.

“first of all, can you chill? i literally told you that i’d be out with the boys, i don’t understand why you’re getting so upset,”

“upset? you’re literally out with a girl who’s very attarctive” you frustrated.

“oh i see what this is now, you’re jealous and you don’t trust me.”

“it’s not a matter of trust, it’s just i fe-feel uncomfortable and i oh i don’t know wanted to talk about it?” you started to raise your voice. the attempt to set a boundary has failed, and rather was replaced with you being the enemy.

“she’s my friend y/n, get over it because you’ll be seeing a lot more of her,” rin hissed.

“i’m not telling you who you can be friends with or not, but you have to understand where i’m coming from” you murmured.

“just leave me alone, i can be friends with whoever i want, and the last thing i’m going to do is let a bitch dictate that.” suna argued loudly.

it was followed up by silence, with a girl voice cutting in, “rin-rin let’s do this song together!” in a high pitch squeal caught the mic.

“oh so you’re rin rin now huh? i can’t be surprised considering how much time you spend with her!”

“well maybe i like hanging out with her. did you ever think of that y/n? it’s nice to have someone who wouldn’t nag or bitch about me, she doesn’t pry for me to open up,” he attempted to justify his actions.

“okay fine then, if she’s soooo perfect than just date her” words just started spilling out of your brain, and it was too late to take it back.

“maybe i will!” he roared. after he sunk in what he was saying, he followed up with “w-wait i didn’t mea-” trying to save his relationship.

“do whatever you want suna, whether you’re with her or not it’s not my problem anymore, i’m done.” you ended the call, tears freely flowing down your face.

you couldn’t sleep that night. pathetically, you’d hope that suna would at least give you a call back, or any sign that he still cared for you. but he didn’t, and you assumed that was your answer. you would reevaluate the relationship after a good nights sleep on the couch. you couldn’t sleep on the bed due to suna’s lingering scent.

when 4am rolled around, the door opened as quietly as possible. suna assumed that you were asleep in bed, and was prepared to join you. when he walked in the bedroom and saw the bed still made, he panicked. did you really leave? were you actually done with the relationship? he checked everywhere, the bathroom, kitchen, the basement, and not the most obvious place ever. he dialed your phone, and heard loud ringing from the living room. he slapped his forehead in stupidity and made his way over to you. his heart broke at the sight. the way you tried to fit your body with the throw blanket, unaware that you were shivering at the cold. your face was also pale, with dried tears on them. you looked so broken and so drained. immediately, suna carried you off the couch bridal style, and tucked you into the soft king sized bed. he then, moved onto his side and slid under the sheets. it’s only when he grabs your waist is when he feels safe enough to sleep.

five hours later, you awake with dried tears still in your eyes. you wiped them with your arm, and felt weight around your waist. once your eyes were cleared, it was suna. you let yourself comfort in his warmth for just a bit more, knowing that there’s a huge argument to come.

“suna we can’t just not talk about this,” you whispered into his ear, knowing he was awake. he hid in the crook of your neck, “i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry, please take me back.”

“i can’t just accept your apology blindly, we have to set boundaries or else we’ll never move forward.” you sighed while tracing circles on his bare chest.

“i’ll never even look at her again,” his face deadpanned. your laugh vibrated against his chest, “that’s not needed, it’s not really her fault anyways. how about, we spend more time on dates and devote days for each other?”

“anything, princess.”

sakusa kiyoomi

sakusa hated physical touch, the spread of germs with a single handshake grossed him out. that’s why he built a cold exterior to prevent many from getting close. however, when he met you, you happened to be the exception and you took pride in the fact that he was only comfortable with you. he’ll never admit it to you though, and claims he only ‘endures’ your hugs. although, you knew your limit, you would never show affection in front of people. if there’s one thing sakusa hates, it’s PDA.

so you couldn’t really blame the new cute manager for flirting with him, because it seemed like he was single. listen, you trusted sakusa with your whole heart, but you just wanted to see how he would react with a girl flirting with him.

you hid behind the door, eavesdropping behind the door.

“sakusa-senpai, can you please help me up?” the cute manger whined.

“can you not get up yourself?” sakusa groaned.

“no i think i twisted something,” as a girl, you knew exactly what she was doing and her execution was poor. you rolled your eyes, assuming sakusa too would know what she was doing.

but he didn’t.

“thank you, sakusa-senpai!” she squealed, and then what you can assume, she hugged him. because then it caught him by suprise, and they both fell together, with her on top of him. you didn’t hear him scolding her, rather he was laughing. he was happy with her presence when he wouldn’t even physically show it with you. you decided to just walk in and stop this.

amidst of their laughter, both heads looked up at you. “sakusa, don’t you have to get home soon?” with an eyebrow raised.

“uh actually sakusa-senpai it’s getting dark, mind if you could walk me home?” she babbled.

“fine, y/n you can walk yourself right?” he said casually, while packing up his things.

“y-yeah i guess” you stammered.

on your walk home, you were reevaluating what just happened. no longer did you feel special anymore. your brain started to overthink itself, why did they look better as a couple? and why was he so relaxed around her? was i just not the right person? has he found his true love? all these scenarios made you start to tear up. you were in love with the germaphobic man, for god sakes.

when you got the shared apartment, you immediately took a shower, knowing that sakusa was going to nag you anyways when you got home.

then, you started on dinner and chopping up some vegetables when you heard the door open. he nodded at you, acknowledging your presence and was waiting for the hug you gave him everytime he came home. but you didn’t, and he awkwardly just stood there for good minute or two. to your suprise, he was the first one to make the move. he wrapped his arms behind you and resting his head on your neck. immediately, you shrugged him off.

he furrowed his eyebrows, “is there something wrong?”

“i don’t know, is there something wrong?” you repeated his question.

“i wouldn’t know, that’s why i asked.” he bellowed.

you put the knife down and faced him, “you know i love the double standard of how i have to shower before i get to touch you, but that whore gets to touch you whenever,” you ranted.

“our new manager? you can’t be serious. we fell, it was an accident.”

“maybe you thought it was, but i know what she was doing because i, too am a girl. if you guys just ‘fell’ why did it take so long for you to get back up? why’d you let her touch you for so long?” you questioned.

“i wasn’t thinking about it, not everything i do in life is rotated around germs-”

“except when it’s with me” your voice cracked. “right? it’s when it’s with me, that must be it. that’s why you never show any affection, but it’s okay for you because you’ve gotten tons from me and her!” you raved.

he tried to wrap his around you, but you moved out the way.

“don’t touch me with that whore’s filth,” you muttered, turning off the burner and stomped to your shared bedroom, slamming the door. your insecurities were roaring on the inside. sakusa chose to sleep on the couch, thinking you needed space. but, that was the least thing you wanted. you wanted him to beg, or to at least apologize.

over the following days, you didn’t wait for him outside of practice. in fact, the only time he saw you was in the morning before classes and at night when you left leftovers for him in the kitchen. after the argument, he pushed everyone away, especially with the new manager. he only wanted one person’s touch, yours. and to achieve that, he had to put in some effort. that night when he got home, he went straight to the shower. you assumed it was just a normal silent treatment day, so you went to bed scrolling.

you felt the weight on the other side of the bed. knowing who it was, you continued to aimlessly scroll on tiktok. sakusa abruptly grabbed your waist and coddled you, drowning you in pecks all around your face.

“mh.. sakus.. sa.. mh..” continuously getting cut off with his cute pecks on your lips. you decided to let go of the whole manager situation, and let yourself to just be happy. you wrapped your arms around his neck and put him even closer to you. he then pulled away and you dramatically groaned.

putting his face close to yours, “i love you y/n l/n.” before continuing.

a/n: if you like this series please request some characters you’d like to see!

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i finally got some time to post some Eren smut. it's fluffy and cute, i hope you all enjoy! :)

Making Love

Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW

"Are you serious right now? This game is so ass!"

Yelling could be heard from Eren's room as he was currently streaming at the moment. He was playing a new game his fans had suggested for him to play, and it wasn't going exactly well. It was difficult and he couldn't get past certain levels because of the frame rates; it annoyed him to no end.

"I seriously need to play demos before buying it.." Eren sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.

It wasn't pretty late, it was around 10:30 p.m. he started his stream a little earlier because he wanted to head to sleep; as well as spend more time with his girlfriend. She wanted to at least have some cuddling time with Eren before bed, and he agreed that it'd be nice. 

"Baby?"

His attention went towards the door where he saw his girlfriend standing. She was leaning against the frame, a look of worry written on her features. 

Eren moved one of his headphones to one side. "What's up (Y/N)? Is everything okay, beautiful?" he asked, raising a brow. 

She chewed on her bottom lip. "Are you almost done?" she asked.

He looked at the time, he also took notice that she had her pajamas on; maybe it was a good time to log off. 

"Yeah, give me a minute, okay?" he replied, looking back up at her. 

jaegerist45: lady calling?

erensimp43: tell y/n hello!

jaegerbombfan20: you look tired Eren

Eren laughed a bit, "Yeah she's calling, I'll for sure tell her hey, and yeah I am pretty tired. Exams have been killing me lately.." he replied. "I think I'm going to end this one a bit early today guys.. I'll probably have a longer stream next week for sure."

His fans sent a few goodnight messages and told him to sleep well, a few told him to say hey to (Y/N). He waved at the camera before ending the stream, he could feel the tiredness setting into his eyes. 

"(Y/N)! I finished streaming!" he called, standing up and cracking a few of his joints. Sitting down in one space really made his body stiff. 

The door cracked open and (Y/N) came walking towards him, a smile on her features. "How did the stream go?" she asked, looking down at him. 

Eren looked up from his phone. "It went well, the game was shitty though," he chuckled. "Come sit"

Eren patted the spot on his lap, (Y/N) gladly sat down; adjusting her legs onto him. 

Eren snaked his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss onto her cheek. "You tired?" he asked, nodding his head. 

She drew circles onto the muscles of his chest. "Mmm, not really, I just wanted to spend time with you is all," she replied, looking into his emerald eyes. 

His hand settled onto her thigh, where he began to circle the skin; goosebumps flaring. "Come here.. I wanna kiss you," he said, turning her face to face his. 

Their lips connected with one another, Eren's lips were always so soft; they made (Y/N) dizzy whenever he kissed her. 

Eren deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping along her bottom lip; to which she allowed access to her mouth. A slight moan escaping her throat. 

"Eren.." she moaned, putting her hands into his hair. 

His body suddenly felt hot, almost feverish. He could feel the way (Y/N)'s body was getting warm, she always got warm whenever the two were like this. It was crazy to see what Eren could do to her by just kissing. 

"Fuck, you're so tempting right now," Eren said, moving his lips down to her neck; her pulse beating quickly. 

She felt his teeth grazing her skin, his tongue gliding against her sweet spot. Mewls were coming from her lips, Eren's mind was going crazy from all of it. 

"E-Eren, wait.." she said, looking towards him. 

He looked at her with blown pupils. "Shit.. did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry," he said, chewing his cheek. Eren sometimes forgot that (Y/N) was a virgin, he never wanted to take things too far. 

She ran her fingers along his jawline. "No baby you're fine.. I was thinking.. I – shit um – I might be ready," she replied, her cheeks hot. 

Eren nodded, "Are you sure? I mean.. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, or regret it later."

She smiled, "I'm sure.. just as long as you're the one who does it," she replied. 

"We'll go slow, okay? You can pull my hair if you want to stop," he said, hugging her tightly against him. 

She shook her head, "Okay.." 

Eren lifted her up bridal-style, a small yelp coming from her mouth. He carried her over to their bed, laying her down on the sheets; she looked so pretty beneath him. He wanted to be gentle with her, take his time, make her feel good for her first time; no lousy shit.

He hovered over her body, his breath fanning over her face. "I love you.." he whispered, leaning down towards her neck. He began to press small kisses into her skin, every so often he'd graze his teeth to leave a mark. 

"I love you too.." she replied, putting her fingers into his hair. 

Eren kissed down the valley between her breasts, then down to her belly and towards her navel. His lips trailing and leaving small wet patches on her skin, it made her shiver whenever his breath ghosted over them. 

"I'm going to take your shirt and your pants off, okay? If you feel uncomfortable just pull on my hair," he said, looking down at her. 

She nodded, "Okay.." she replied. 

Eren lifted her shirt over her head, her breasts fully exposed. Her nipples grew hard from the cold air, she felt suddenly shy; almost bashful. She hadn't shown anyone what her body looked like, not even Eren. 

Her arm suddenly flew to her breasts, covering them. Eren noticed and grabbed her hand, "You don't have to cover up princess, they're beautiful, just like you." 

He slowly moved her arm away so he could get a better look, he used one of his hands to massage her mound. His middle and index finger played with her hard nipple. 

A small moan escaped her mouth from the contact. "Eren.." 

He smirked, "You like that huh? I like your tits, they're cute," he said with a smile. 

She giggled a bit, that's what Eren liked to hear. She wasn't uncomfortable, she wasn't weirded out, she felt good in his presence. He wanted her at ease. 

"I'm going to take your shorts off, okay?" he said, looking up at her again. 

She shook her head, "Okay"

Eren hooked his fingers underneath the band of her shorts, he pulled the fabric down her legs and tossed them into another part of the room. She was wearing white panties, his cock slightly twitched at the sight. He noticed a darkened spot, she was wet. 

He used the pad of his thumb to lightly rub her clothed clit. She jolted a bit from the contact, Eren took notice of how sensitive she was already, it made him ache in his sweatpants.

"Can I take these off? I want to make you feel good," he asked, looking up at her. 

She shook her head, "Yes.. you can"

Eren removed her underwear, her pussy now fully exposed. She pressed her thighs together a bit, that familiar feeling of embarrassment taking over. Eren was seeing her naked, sure, he had seen her in a bra or without pants; but this was different. He was the first person to ever see her like this.

Eren was focused on her pussy, it was pretty. Her slick coated her folds and it leaked down to her ass, he couldn't wait to taste her; savor every bit of what she was like. 

"Fuck.. you're so beautiful," Eren praised, his voice coming out soothing; almost speechless.

He pressed wet kisses into her thighs, nibbling a few times at the skin. A small whimper came from (Y/N)'s mouth, her body was growing hot and she could feel herself getting more wet by the minute. 

"E-Eren, please.. can we – um uh – move a little quicker?" she asked, desperation coming from her voice. 

Eren stopped to look at her. "Oh yeah, I just want you comfortable princess. I'll get things started," he replied, fixing his bun. 

He maneuvered himself so he was now laying on his stomach, his print was pressing into the bed. As much as he wanted to get things over with, this was his girlfriend. The love of his life, it was her pleasure over his anyday; especially right now. This wasn't a quick fuck, this was him making love to her. 

Eren buried his face in between her legs, he took a deep breath; the scent filling his nose. His tongue slowly licked up her folds, a moan coming from his girlfriend. 

He put his hands around the flesh of her thighs, spreading her apart so he can reach deeper parts of her. His tongue dragged along her pussy, his eyes looking up towards her to see any discomfort. What he saw was the exact opposite.

She looked so fucking pretty.

Her lips were glossy and parted, small moans were coming out of her mouth and her eyes were shut. A sight that made Eren's cock ache even more. 

"Eren, more! More, please!" she cried, digging her nails into his scalp. 

His nose was against her clit, his tongue swirling around and savoring the taste. He slightly hummed against her, he took note on the way her face changed when he did that. 

Eren sat up for a second, his chin covered in her arousal; his lips slightly pink. "Shit, you taste good," he said, hovering over her. 

He leaned down to kiss her, she could taste her slick on his lips. She put her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. 

His finger went down towards her clit, it traveled down to her hole. She suddenly felt his finger entering inside of her, a gasp coming from her throat. 

"O-Oh, fuck!" she said, grinding her hips against his hand. 

Eren curled his finger around to reach that spot inside of her. "You're doing so good for me.. you're such a good girl," he said, kissing her cheek. 

Her walls fluttered around his finger, he slowly moved in and out, her arousal coating his fingers. Eren curled around again, her eyes suddenly seeing white as he continued to finger her at a slow pace. 

"B-Baby.. oh my God!" she said, gasping a little. 

He smirked, "You like that beautiful?" he asked. 

She nodded her head, her hand going down to meet his wrist. "Like that," she said, angling his hand upwards toward her g-spot. 

He used his thumb to circle her clit, her walls were sucking his finger in and he could feel that she was getting close. He never knew she could be this sensitive let alone be this submitting to him; he liked it.

A knot formed near her belly, it was threatening to snap at any moment. "E-Eren.. I'm g-gonna cum.." she whimpered, grinding up towards him. 

Eren slowed his movements before removing his fingers away from her pussy, he didn't want her to cum just yet. He wanted her around him for that, she needed to experience a real orgasm, not from his fingers, but from his own cock. 

"I-Is something wrong?" she asked, concern dripping from her voice. 

Eren smiled, "Not at all, I just want you to experience the real thing," he replied. 

He got off the bed and began to remove his sweats, a print was prominent and a wet spot was visible on the material. Eren was itching to get them off the second he saw her naked.

She rubbed her thighs together as she watched Eren's sweats drop to the floor, his cock sprang free. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't small either. 

"Should I..?" she asked, looking at the red tip. 

He looked down at his dick then back at her. "What? Oh, no. Not just yet princess, it's your pleasure tonight over mine," he replied, walking towards the bed. "Are the condoms in there?"

She chewed her lip, "Do we have to do it with a condom..?" she asked. 

Eren thought to himself for a moment, would going in without protection be a good idea? He's done it before, maybe once or twice, but how would she feel? Eren was going to take her virginity and he wanted to take as many precautions as possible, it was her pleasure over his.

"Are you sure you don't want a condom? I want you comfortable," he asked, cupping her cheek. 

She looked at the table beside the bed then back towards him. "I want to feel you Eren, that's all," she replied, running her nails against his shoulder. 

He looked at her, "If that's what you want then I'll go in without one, if anytime you want to stop-"

"Tug on your hair, got it," she cut him off, a smile on her features. 

Eren chuckled before leaning down to kiss her. "It's going to feel a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it'll feel good later," he said, looking into her eyes. 

She shook her head, swallowing thickly. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, it was now or never, she was so ready for this moment. 

Eren positioned his cock at her entrance, he rubbed the tip along her slick folds; a groan coming from his throat from the pleasure. She slightly whined at the feeling, it felt so good. 

He took a deep breath before entering into her, she cried out in pleasure, Eren's cock filling her up felt so amazing. He groaned as her walls sucked him in, she was so tight and wet, it made him go crazy. 

He looked down at her face to see if she was in any pain, her eyes were squeezed shut; her teeth biting her lip. Eren intertwined his fingers with hers as he leaned down to kiss her, his hips slowly easing into her so he could bottom out. 

"F-Fuck.. you feel amazing," he said, kissing her cheek. 

She put her arms around his neck, bringing his chest towards hers. "I love you.." she said, inhaling his scent.

He chuckled, "I love you more baby.. let me know when I can move," he replied. 

Eren fully bottomed out, he gave her some time to adjust. He didn't want to move quickly, it could hurt her, it'd make Eren so upset if he accidentally did anything to make her first time bad. 

"U-Um.. you can move," she said, tugging on his hair. 

He hummed before starting to slowly thrust into her, his pace was sort of testing the waters he wanted to see if she wanted him to stop at all. All he saw was her lips parting open, small whimpers and moans escaping as he moved. 

"S-Shit.. Eren! It feels so good.." she whimpered, throwing her head back. 

His tip brushed up against her g-spot, her vision became hazy as he kept moving into her. Her walls were sucking him in, it felt so good, Eren swore her pussy was made for him. He loved every inch of her.

"Fuck, baby you feel so good.. I wanna fuck you so good," he said, his voice slightly raspy. 

His pace started to pick up, the sound of her squelching pussy filled the room, his balls slapping against her clit. 

"Yes! Eren! Shit!" she cried, digging her nails into his back. 

Eren leaned on his knees to savor the view, she looked so fragile beneath him; like an angel almost. He couldn't break her he had to control himself just a bit, as much as he would love to take control and ravish her, he wanted her to remember this. Only the best for his baby.

His head went back, eyes fluttering shut as he thrusted. "(Y/N).. princess.." he groaned, squeezing the plush of her thigh. 

That familiar knot began to form in her stomach, her legs began to tremble and a layer of sweat formed onto her skin. 

"E-Eren.. I'm close!" she moaned, gripping the sheets beneath her. 

Eren leaned down again to meet her face, either of his arms beside her head. His lips pressed onto hers, they were hot and wet. 

"Cum around me baby.. you can do it beautiful," he said, slowing his thrusts. "I love you.."

As if on queue, her walls tightened around his cock. Her thighs trembling and her moans pouring out endlessly, it was like music to Eren's ears; heaven like. 

"I love you too.." she said in between pants. 

His cock twitched inside of her, his own orgasm slowly approaching. Eren picked up the pace just a little, he wanted to pull out and finish the job that way. He wasn't ready to cum in her; not just yet. 

"I'm g-gonna cum.." he said, burying her face into her neck. 

Eren twitched one last time before he pulled out, his thick cum pouring onto her belly. He slowly jerked his dick to get it all out, her name poured out of his mouth. 

"Shit.." he said, looking down at her with a lazy smile. 

Her eyes were half-lidded and a smile was on her features. "That was great.." she said, laying her head back onto the pillow.

Eren grabbed a few tissues and wiped the cum off her belly, he then tossed it into the garbage can. A few strands of his hair were stuck on his forehead from the sweat, he could care less about how he was feeling. 

He collapsed beside her, his arm snaking around her waist. "I love you so much," he said, pressing a kiss into her cheek. "I hope I wasn't too rough.."

She ran her fingers down between her thighs, she winced feeling the soreness of her muscles. "Not too bad.. I'll be fine, but thank you, Eren." she replied, turning to face him. 

He smiled, "You're so pretty, I want to make you my wife," 

She giggled, running her fingers along his hair. "Maybe.. we need to get settled first," she said, kissing his nose. 

"I'm glad to be your first.. just know I'll be your last," Eren said, pulling her body closer towards him. 

She buried her face into his chest. "I like the sound of that."

Eren placed his chin on her head before closing his eyes, he finally made love to (Y/N) and he couldn't be happier.

[johnnysnostril]

nct 127

when you’re on your period

if you’re anything like me- your period cramps can be hell and hurt like a motherfucker. 🥺 so, i thought it would be cute to write little stories of how the boys would react when you’ve just started your period. ❤️ to all my girls suffering right now, this ones for you. ✨

in no specific order 🤍

“baby?” haechan yelled as he made his way inside my apartment. i moved my lips to groan but nothing came out. “where are you?” he sang in a happy tone.

i pushed my palms into my pelvis and rolled on my side. “i brought you some goodies, my love.” he whispered as he entered my bedroom. the room was dark and silent- just the way i liked it when my time of the month started.

“aww- my poor baby.” haechan whined. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.” a small smile appeared on my lips as he kissed my forehead. taking a seat on the side of the bed, he turned my table lamp on- shielding my eyes with his other hand. “just close your eyes, babe.” i did as i was instructed.

haechan shuffled through the shopping bag, popping seals and opening a few bottles. “what is that?” i mumbled. “i got some pain meds for you.. i just wasn’t sure which ones to get, so i got a couple.” he whispered. “also-“ as i opened my eyes, he reached back into the bag- pulling out a heating pad. “i’m sure this will help a lot.” breathing a laugh, i reached out for him. “baby- you didn’t have to do all of this.” haechan shook his head and leaned down to hug me. “i know i didn’t have to, but i wanted to.” he swiftly kissed my forehead and laughed a bit. “now here.” he said plugging in the heating pad. i pushed back my blanket as he wrapped the pad around my tummy. “how’s that feel?” haechan rubbed my thigh and titled his head. i nodded and shut my eyes. “a little better.” he smiled before dumping two small advil’s into his palm. “can you sit up so you can take these?”

sitting up, i threw the gel pills in my mouth and swallowed it down with some water. “thank you.” i whispered. as haechan turned off the light, he climbed in bed next to me and cuddled me into his chest. “you’re very welcome, my love.” haechan ran his fingers through my hair softly, and started to sing in a low tone. i breathed in his scent, feeling more at home than i ever had before. “i love you-“ he whispered as i drifted off to sleep.

“babe.. babe… wake up.” i heard johnny’s voice whisper to me. as i slowly opened my eyes, i noticed johnny standing next to my side of the bed. “baby- you gotta get up.” he continued. “what’s wrong?” i mumbled as i rubbed my eyes. as i started to turn over, johnny gently pushed his palm into my lower back. “wait- don’t move yet.” i furrowed my brows, staying in my position. “what are you doing?” i groaned as i looked over towards the clock. “it’s 3:45am.” i whined. hurrying over to the bed, johnny came back with extra clothes and a towel- setting them on the mattress. he gently picked me up, bridal style, and carried me to the bathroom. “you started your period, baby.” he said in a gentle tone. i instantly panicked as we reached the bathroom. “put me down.” i demanded.

as my feet reached the floor, i felt the shooting pain through my hips and back- along with my pelvis area. as johnny flipped the light switch on, he began to run a bath for me. i covered my face, crying from embarrassment. “baby.” johnny groaned. “don’t cry- it’s okay.” he pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. “i’m so embarrassed.” i mumbled. “don’t be.” he laughed. “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, okay?” johnny stepped back and gently cupped my cheeks, kissing my lips. “it’s alright. let’s get you out of these clothes.” as he undressed me, he folded up my stained underwear and shorts, then helped me into the bubble bath. i watched as he removed the sheets and took them to the laundry room, along with my clothes.

washing my body, i finished my bath and let the water out, cleaning myself off completely. johnny made his way back in with a towel and wrapped it around me as i stepped out. leading me back out to the bedroom, i noticed the new sheets and some medicine on my side of the table. “just in case.” he smiled.

johnny watched me as i redressed myself and took a pain pill. he patted the space next to him on the mattress and reached out for me. i cuddled into his chest and shut my eyes. “i’m sorry..” i whispered. “shhh- you don’t have to apologize. just get some rest, baby.” he whispered back. johnny rubbed his palm up and down my back, helping me drift off to sleep. “my baby..” he mumbled.

“babe!” i squealed as taeyong entered our apartment. his smile was bright as he shut the door behind him. running up to him, i forced him into a hug- wrapping my arms around his body. “my god, i missed you.” he mumbled into my neck. we stood there for a moment, holding each other before i let go. “i missed you too.”

as he turned to lock the door, i skipped back over to the couch.

“what were you-“ he started. “um…babe-“ he said cutting himself off. i turned around and smiled at him. “what?” i chuckled. the look on his face was serious as he took my hand and lead me to the bathroom. “shower with me.” he chuckled. i furrowed my brows. “why? do i stink?” i said folding my arms. he shook his head and embraced me. “of course not- you never do. just- shower with me.” he said repeating himself. i pulled back from him and watched as he started the shower, taking off his shirt. “but, why?” i said innocently. “we never really shower together..” i mumbled. “babe- just come on, please.” taeyong took my hand and smiled before kissing my fingers. i pouted. “you think i stink..” i said looking down. “honey, you don’t stink- for the last time.” he sighed before walking me over to the mirror and turning my body around. “you started your period, babe.” he said kissing my temple. i inhaled sharply as i looked back at myself in the mirror. i covered my behind with my hands and backed away from him. “oh my god..” i said embarrassed. taeyong shook his head and grabbed my hands. “you’re okay, babe.”

he started to undress me as i stood there, in shock.

as we entered the shower, taeyong let me stand under the water first- to rinse myself off. he started to wash my body, kissing my forehead as the water showered down on us. “i can’t believe you just saw that..” i groaned. he laughed and pulled me into his chest. “it doesn’t matter, honey. i don’t see you any differently.” he admitted. “yeah, but still.. you’re not supposed to see that.” i mentioned, feeling ashamed. “and why not?” he questioned. “because, what if you don’t love me anymore..” i whined as i began to cry. “oh, baby.” he chuckled. “i’ll always love you- just because you got a little blood on your pants, don’t mean i won’t love you anymore. stop it.” he said squeezing me into a hug. i cried on his chest and wrapped my arms around his bare body. “you’re so silly- i could never stop loving you.”

hanging up the phone, i squeezed my fingers into my right hip. “i hate this..” i mumbled to myself. as i dragged myself to the bed, i curled into a ball- hugging myself. i felt bad for canceling on yuta, but these cramps were just way too extreme to go to the amusement park today.

feeling my phone vibrate, i looked down- seeing yuta’s name across the screen.

“i’ll be there in 10 minutes, sweetheart.”

i smiled and internally replied to his text.

shortly after, i heard yuta open the front door. “where’s my princess?” he said happily. the sound of his voice almost made my cramps go away.

as he trotted into the bedroom, he had a big gift basket in his arms. i softly laughed as he sat down next to me, on the mattress. “what in the world is that?” i said giggled. yuta set the basket on the sheets and began to review everything. “my mom said most of these would help.” he started. “i’m not really sure what most of these are anyways- but, i know these are tampons.” he chuckled as he held the small purple box. i laughed and reached out for his hand. lacing our fingers together, i squeezed his fingers tightly. “your mom made this?” i asked. yuta nodded and reached in the basket with his free hand. “she also made homemade chocolate. it’s the best.” my lips quivered at how sweet yuta’s mother was. “i have to thank her.” i said sitting up.

“ah- you just relax right now.” yuta pushed me back and gently kissed my lips. “i’ll make you some tea and we can cuddle, okay?” he smiled, showing his pearly white teeth and i agreed. “you wait here- don’t move a muscle.” running off to the kitchen, yuta began working on the tea.

as i waited for him, i slowly went through the gift basket. there was all kinds of different tampons and pads- along with pain medicine and sweets. i chuckled and shut my eyes. “thanks mama nakamoto. you’re the best.” i whispered. returning to the bedroom, yuta handed me the tiny cup of tea before kissing my lips. i slowly sipped on the tea before laying against him as he climbed back into bed. “so, romantic comedy?” he said turning on the tv. i giggled and looked up at him. “you know me so well.”

clutching onto my stomach, i hunched over and shut my eyes. “ honey, are you okay? you’ve been in there for a while.” doyoung said as he knocked on the door. “yeah- yeah. i’m fine.” i grunted. “are you sure?” he jiggled the door knob. “why is the door locked?” he laughed. i stared down at my completely red stained panties that laid on the floor. how could i have started today? my tracker said i had a week left.

“babe?” he called out for me. i sighed and began to cry. “please.. just go away.” how could this happen? at my boyfriends house, of all places!

“what’s going on?” doyoung cried out in a worried tone. i sat on the toilet as blood continued to fall from my opening- down into the water. as he fiddled with the lock, he quickly twisted the knob, coming inside the bathroom. “doyoung!” i shouted at him as i threw the toilet paper roll in his direction. he caught it, looking over at me. his eyes darted to my panties that laid in front of my feet.

“oh, baby. did you start your period?” he said setting the roll on the counter. as he approached me, i hid my face into my palms. doyoung kneeled down next to me and rubbed my back. “it’s okay, sweetheart. tell me what you need and i’ll get it for you.” as he kissed my shoulder, he grabbed both my wrists. “are you hurting?” doyoung searched for my eyes.

i nodded as more tears fell down to my cheeks. he gently wiped my tears away and smiled angelically.

reaching over into the bottom cabinet, he pulled out a box of pads. my eyes grew in size.

“why do you have these?” i said almost laughing. he breathed a laugh and stood to his feet. “i mean- you’ve practically moved in, babe. i knew at some point that you’d need something. just in case of an emergency.” he paused for a second. “well, my mom brought them.” he said in an honest tone. “it was kind of a welcome home gift, if you will.” doyoung laughed and pushed my hair back- kissing my forehead. “i’ll grab you a pair of my boxers and some pain meds. stay put.”

he quickly zipped around the apartment, grabbing what was needed and made his way back to the bathroom. “here-“ doyoung said handing me a glass of water and two white oval pills. he set his boxers down on the counter as i swallowed down the meds. picking up my underwear, he folded them in half. “no!” i shouted as i reached out for the stained garment. “i’ll take care of it..” i mumbled. doyoung shook his head and took my hand. “baby- it’s okay.” his eyes locked with mine. “you’re already going through enough. the least i can do is wash your panties.” as he chuckled, he grabbed the glass of water out of my other hand. “let me take care of you.”

“are you okay?” jaehyun whispered in a worried tone. i nodded my head and squeezed his hand. “yes, i’m fine.” i lied. “babe, we can go home if you’re in too much pain.” i shook my head. “no- i promise i’m fine. this is the only time you’ll be free. i wanna take advantage of this.” i mumbled before looking back over at the movie screen. “now, shh.” i giggled. jae kept his eyes on me for a moment before looking back at the screen and sighing.

as the movie ended, jaehyun wrapped his arm around my waist while we walked out to the lobby. “still doing okay?” he said examining my steps. “mhm.” i grunted.

i actually felt like my pelvis was going to drop right to the floor. “babe- you’re a terrible liar.” he laughed. “i can tell you’re hurting just by the way you’re walking.” i huffed and looked up at him as we exited the movie theater. “i’m sorry- i just didn’t wanna ruin the date.” reaching his car, he opened the passenger side door for me. “babe, the way you feel is more important than a movie date.” before getting in the vehicle, jae kissed my forehead and helped me into my seatbelt.

pulling into our driveway, he helped me out of the car. “straight to the tub, little missy.” he demanded. “why?” i asked as we entered the house. jaehyun laughed and hung his car keys on the key holder. “do you have to question everything?” he said before folding his arms and approaching me. i nodded. “only when you’re being bossy.” i giggled. my smile faded as i felt a sharp pain in my stomach. i slightly hunched over and jae took my hand. “come on- no more standing for awhile.”

i climbed into the hot water, sinking down to the bottom slowly. “how’s the water?” jaehyun asked. “it’s fine-“ the bubbles attached to my sink as i rested into the water. i shut my eyes as jaehyun watched from outside the tub. he sat and leaned against the bathroom wall. “i really hate that i can’t do anything to help with the pain.” he whispered. i opened my eyes and looked over at him. “i promise i’m okay.” i laughed a little. “there is one thing you can do-“ i said reaching my hand out for his. jae smiled and took my hand. “and what’s that?” his dimples showed on his cheeks and he tilted his head. “join me.” i said smiling innocently.

without hesitation, jaehyun stood up and started to undress and i watched with glistening eyes. scooting up to make room, i tucked my knees into my chest as he climbed in behind me. positioning me in between his legs, he pulled me back to rest against him. jaehyun wrapped his arms around me and i placed my hands on top of his. he caressed my tummy with his thumb and kissed my temple. “can i do anything else? massage your hips? anything?” he asked. i shook my head and smiled. “no- just this. this- is perfect.” i mumbled.

changing into a new pair of panties, i climbed back on the bed. “taeil..” i whispered and tapped his shoulder. “babe..” i mumbled. his eyes slightly opened as he turned over to look at me. “what’s wrong, baby?” he groaned in a sleepy tone. “umm.. i, uh-“ i started. the words wouldnt come out. i was too embarrassed. as i sat on my heels, looking down at him, i played with my fingers. “what is it? is everything okay?” taeil had completely turned his body to face me. his eyes were halfway open as he reached up and rested his palm on my cheek. “i kinda just.. started my period.” i whispered. “and-“ as i slowly pulled back the blanket, i pointed to the red stain. “i accidentally got it on the sheets.” i said ashamed. “aw, baby. are you okay?” taeil sat up and turned on the small lamp that rested on his night stand. he completely ignored the fact that i just stained his sheets with my blood. “uh, yes- i’m fine. but your sheets.” i huffed. “forget the sheets, i’ll just wash them. how are you feeling?”

“embarrassed..” i said getting off the bed and walking over to my night bag. searching for some pain meds, i rummaged through the duffle bag. “why, baby? it’s not a big deal.” he chuckled, standing to his feet. as he approached me from behind, i groaned- giving up the search. “what are you looking for?” taeil said as he rubbed my back. i ran my fingers through my hair, feeling my emotional pull taking place. “pain pills.. these cramps are kicking my ass.” i said almost in tears. “i bled through my favorite pair of undies and onto your sheets. i’m so annoyed.”

taeil immediately pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. i wrapped my arms around him and pouted. “i’ll go grab some medicine for you. we can wash your underwear with the sheets. it’s going to be okay babe.” he whispered softly. “what else do you need?”

“taeil, it’s 2am. you’re not going to the store just for some pain pills. i’ll be okay..” pulling out of the hug, he looked disappointed with my reply. “i said what else do you need, babe?” he cupped my chin and looked right into my eyes. “i’ll change the sheets then you can lay back down. i shouldn’t be gone that long.” without giving me time to protest, taeil quickly ripped the sheets off the bed- replacing them with new ones. i stood in the center of the room as i watched him pull his sweatshirt over his head and step into some sweatpants. “if you don’t tell me the specifics, i’ll just grab everything.” he laughed. “tampons- just tampons.” i replied quickly as i hugged myself.

after slipping on his shoes, he grabbed his car keys and wallet- making his way over to me. “you don’t have to be so stubborn, babygirl.” taeil smiled and gently kissed my lips. “i’ll be back. why don’t you lay down.” he said nodding in the direction of the bed. i sighed and wrapped my arms around him to give him a hug. “thank you..” i mumbled into his chest. he chuckled and hugged back. “you don’t have to thank me baby- this is my job. i’m supposed to take care of you.”

“shit-“ i said staring down at my stained underwear. i folded them up and shoved them in my backpack. “ commando it is.” i rolled my eyes and sighed as i exited the bathroom stall. after washing my hands, i turned to look at my backside in the mirror. “no!” i groaned. i had actually leaked through the back of my pants as well. “how didnt i notice that?” i said to myself in an annoyed tone. “ugh!”

sneaking out of the girls bathroom, i stayed close to the wall, looking for jungwoo out towards the cafeteria. spotting each other at the same time, i waved him over in a quick manner. jungwoo jogged over to me and smile, letting his backpack hang off one shoulder. “you okay?” he said kissing my cheek. i shook my head and looked up at him as i clutched my backpack to my chest.

“i bled through.” i whispered. he laughed and leaned his ear down to my lips. “what?” i huffed and cupped his ear as i whispered again. “i bled through my pants, babe.” as i pulled back, jungwoo was already removing his hoodie. tossing his backpack on the ground, he grabbed my waist- tying the sweatshirt around my hips.

“let’s get you home.” as we walked through the crowd of high schoolers, i felt like everyone knew about my little accident. reaching the parking lot, jungwoo opened the car door for me. “but i don’t wanna stain your hoodie.” i whined. “nevermind that. just get in.” his eyes were soft as he looked down at me. i pouted and did as i was told.

reaching my house, i quickly hurried inside with jungwoo behind me. “you don’t have to stay.” i said making my way to the laundry room. “what? why wouldn’t i?” he asked surprised. i quickly tossed my underwear into the washer and slammed the lid down as jungwoo stood in the doorway. “you don’t have to be embarrassed, babe. it’s okay.” he laughed. i ignored his comment and walked past him, running upstairs into my bedroom. of course, he followed behind me- but in a slow manner. pulling out a clean pair of underwear and pants, i slid them on my body and kicked the dirty pants under the bed. as jungwoo entered the room, he pulled me into a gentle hug. “relax.” he started. “you don’t have to hide anything from me.”

“do you need anything?” he whispered. i shook my head. “no-no. i’m fine.” i answered back. “baby, let me help you.” jungwoo took my hand and lead me over to the bed- laying me down, then sat next to me. “i know you must be cramping. do you need anything for the pain?” he asked. waving my white flag, i sank into the sheets and wrapped myself up in my blanket. i nodded to answer his question, feeling slightly helpless. “where’s your pain pills? i’ll go grab them.” i pointed over to the bathroom. “inside the medicine cabinet.” i mumbled. jungwoo smiled down at me as he pushed my hair out of my face. “do you need anything else? tea? a hot towel?”

in this moment, i was falling more in love with him. once again, i shook my head. he slowly got up and made his way to the bathroom, searching for the medicine. “i love you.” i mumbled.

gently rocking myself side to side, i squeezed my eyes shut. i pushed my palms into my pelvis area to try and massage myself but it wasn’t working. “dude! how’d that even happen?” mark shouted at his video game. i cuddled myself into his blanket as i laid on his bed. i should really say something. maybe he could just take me home for the night. “shit- i almost died, dude.” he laughed.

a sharp stabbing feeling ran through my body and i groaned a little too loud. mark quickly looked back to check on me before turning back to his game. “babe- you okay?” his fingers clicked against his controller quickly. i couldn’t move my mouth to speak. in all honesty, i was holding my breath- thinking the pain would subsided if i wasn’t breathing. “babe.” mark called out for me again. i was silent. “no, not you- you idiot.” he said laughing into his mic that was attached to his headphones.

covering my face with the blanket, i was almost ready to cry. “ouuuch.” i mumbled, squeezing onto my stomach. “what’s going on over there?” mark voiced. “what are you doing?” thinking he was talking to his friends on the game, i ignored him once again. “hellooooo.” he stretched out. i pouted underneath the blanket and tucked my knees into my chest. “yikes- i gotta go. i think i’m in trouble.” mark laughed. as he said his goodbyes, i heard him set the controller down and shut off his gaming system. “baby-“ he groaned. “what’s wrong?”

mark climbed into bed with me, tossing the blanket off my head. “why are you hiding?” he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “ouuuuuuch!” i whined. mark quickly pulled his arms back and sat up. “i’m sorry- i didn’t think i was squeezing that hard.” we were silent for a moment before mark placed his hand on my thigh. “are you mad at me, babe?” he asked. i shook my head. “then what’s wrong?” he chuckled.

“i’m cramping..” i mumbled. mark slightly hovered over me and he kissed my temple. “babygirl, why didn’t you say something? what can i do?” he softly began to massage my hips, being very gentle. “i don’t know..” i mumbled. “i have some advil- i can grab it for you.” i nodded and mark quickly darted for the medicine. as he made his way back over to me, he handed me a glass of water- along with the pill. he watched me take the pill before i handed the glass of water back to him.

closing the blinds, he made sure that the room was dark and comfortable. mark climbed into his bed with me and cuddle me against his chest. he ran his long fingers through my hair and massaged my scalp. “i’m sorry baby, i wish i could do more.” he whispered. i wrapped my arms around him and took in his scent. “i feel a little better already.” i replied.