#I OVERCAME MY OVERWHELMED MIND WITH WORRIES AND ANSWERED IT!!!!

[leejenowrld]

has jeno ever cried for yn? (out of fear, jealousy, worry, etc?)

yeah! i mentioned that it has happened only three times. when something is on jeno’s mind his first reaction is just being fucking annoyed and trying to distract himself rather than crying. he’ll go rougher with yn in bed when he’s upset with consent ofc! she loves when he takes out his stress in a sexual way oof it’s kinda hot

but the three times he has broken down in her arms, full on sobbing and shaking :( let me tell you what happened

the first one isn’t as sad, it’s more happy tears. jeno worked his ass off in an assignment like he had so many sleepless nights and yn would stay up with him and cockwarm him lmao out of his requests. (i mean sometimes she’d fall asleep in his lap) and when he got the results for that assignment… when he received full marks. oh my god. he just overcame with emotion. yn was laying in bed and of of nowhere a sobbing jeno comes up to her, instantly goes on her body and starts shaking against her and starts crying into her neck :(( yn’s reaction omg… she didn’t know what happened like at first she did her best to hold her own tears back (because she always cries when others do) she hugged him so tightly, played with his hair, kissed his temple and was just patient with him. then he told her what score he got and they both just giddy smiled to each other and had probably one of their most passionate kisses ever and they cried to each other :(( wiping each others tears and kissing all night long.

the other two times have been out of pure anger and frustration and jeno just being upset. once was a time where he got in quite a serious argument with both his dad and jaemin, it was two separate arguments and it happened on the same day and it just made jeno’s head spin so much and he held back from breaking down but the second he was in yns arms, he sobbed and just started shaking against her :( yn kinda knew what happened already, jeno told her bits and pieces before but once again. she tried to other her best comfort and just allow him to cry into her, she just held him so strongly and made him feel loved and heard. she even fed him medicines and soup :(( the temple kisses and the wiping of tears ugh. she made it clear that she was not angry at him, the two arguments were quite insignificant in the long run and jeno made up with both of them the next day (with yn’s guidance and advice)

the third time was out of pure sadness and fear too. it was a time where jaemin got pretty fucked up over drugs and had to go to the hospital :(ieno was one who made the call and it all just got really overwhelming for him. he cried for jaemin. he was genuinely frightened and scared. it was about 3pm and yn wasn't there, she immediately came over when she answered the phone to him crying to her and telling her what happened: she dropped everything

other times he's cried hasn't been that intense. yn and jeno cry to each other when they're so in the moment and tell each other how much they love each other and how they wanna grow old, marry and have babies and have their own house. it's more so yn sobbing in his arms and jeno letting out like 5 tears whilst comforting her 😭😭

[anoldstoryteller]

43 BBY The Beginning of a Legend part ten

There was another long pause, "Yes Mand'alor. I will see it done." I closed communication with Scabbard and opened a link with the Scarab. "Yes Kal?" Bori's voice sprang forth. She sounded anxious but maybe it was my imagination, "How's the Scarab coming along?" I could hear her talk with her sister in the background before answering, "Well honestly, it's going to need more repairs but it'll at least get us back to the Scabbard." I wasn't too surprised to hear that. Those fighters really did a number on it. "Alright. I'm sending you our coordinates. Pick us up when you're able." Bori responded that it shouldn't take long before they arrived. I cut comms and made my way back to the rest. Meri was trying desperately to escape from Helen's grip but wasn't making any leeway. Miava and Shenra walked out of the building and I made my way to them. "Thank you for your assistance. It was greatly appreciated." I said as I held out my hand. Miava immediately grabbed it while Shenra took a moment to. "It was our pleasure, Kalolus. Shenra won't admit it but we really enjoyed working with you and your group." I could feel Iso again but I beat her to the punch this time, "Well if you'd like you can join us. At the very least let me give you a ride." Miava and Shenra looked at each other for a moment before Miava looked back at me, "I think we'll take you up on that. We'll feel you out and decide if we should stick with you or not. Deal." I couldn't help but notice it wasn't a question. I nodded anyway. It didn't take much longer for the Scarab to come into view and I could see what Bori meant. I pushed my thoughts surrounding the Scarab from my mind. I had the soldiers load up the loot we gathered and even took a few of the speeder bikes and speeders. I was half tempted to throw Meri into the brig but decided not to. I made my way to the bridge with Alephi and Meri beside me. Helen took it upon herself to take the wounded to the med bay and Miava and Shenra decided to look around the ship. We slowly made our way into orbit, but it didn't take long to see the carnage that Scabbard left behind. But that wasn't the only thing I noticed. Whole sections were missing from the Scabbard's haul. It made my gut churn. I opened comms with Scabbard, "Scabbard. This is Kal! What the hell happened!?" There was another long pause which made me worry. Finally she responded, "Appearances aside the Scabbard is still fully operational. I will need to harvest the materials to make repairs before leaving orbit. I apologize for the delay." I decided not to respond and instead focus on what's important. We overcame overwhelming odds and won. And we have two new combatants as well for I was certain they would end up staying. After all, Mivota saw it.

[rinkakku]

tagged by @asaris thank you so much 🥺

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you would like to get to know better

Questions:

Real name: i have so many names, like two actually (but i don't like the first one) but you guys can call me Maria

Nickname: i don't have a "official" nickname, but my best friend irl calls me Amu-chin (because he says my personality matches Amu, from Shugo Chara... yep, he's also a weeb)

Zodiac: le(h)o

Favorite musicians or groups: Kagamine Len my god almighty i'm really into HypMic (Fling Posse especifically), i also like Marina, Dir en Grey and Buck-Tick

Favorite sports team: *inhales* kARASUNO

Other blogs: this the only one i have and it's going to the grave with me

Do I get asks: no, send me asks i'm starving 🥺

How many blogs do I follow: 1073 (i looove to follow new people)

Tumblr crushes: all of my mutuals, little Maria loves you all (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

Lucky numbers: 7 (because i was born in july, yep i don't have creativity)

What am I wearing: my pajaaaamaaas

Dream vacation: i would like to go to the beach... i mean, i hate the sun but i really wanna see the sea again

Dream car: none by now (first i need to get my driver's license, because i wanna look like a hot bitch while i drive)

Favorite food: pizza and lasagna (who am i? Garfield?)

Drink of choice: any type of soda

Instruments: i tried to learn how to play flute and guitar when i was little, but i gave up reeeaally soon

Languages: brazilian portuguese is my native language, i (try to) speak english and i'm trying to learn japanese

Celebrity crushes: Keira Knightley

Random facts: - i have the habit of sleeping with a plush since i was 5 years and i still do it at the sweet age of 23, i feel awkward??? when i don't have something to hug while i'm sleeping;

- i LoOVE to buy new notebooks and pens everytime i have the chance, i'm a stationery hoe

tagging @snaspants @casuallyakward @princess-of-water-lilies @lightwolf23 and everyone who wants to answer it~ (of couse, feel free to not answer if you don't want to~)

[adoringhaikyuu]

you flinch during an argument with them

characters: kageyama, kuroo, ushijima, (gn!reader)

request: i was wondering if you could do a reaction with kageyama, ushijima and kuroo “when their s/o flinches during an argument” but if that makes you uncomfortable in anyway please feel free to ignore this !!! • by anonymous

warnings: mentions/hints of abuse (bc of the flinching but nothing physical or abusive actually happens) + a hint of angst i suppose

notes: thank u for being so sweet w ur request !! don’t worry it’s ok but this may be an uncomfortable topic/idea for some people so pls keep that in mind if u read this !! <3

part one | part two

kageyama:

let’s say this boy is stressed

he didn’t have a good practice today, he and hinata couldn’t get their quick attack right

and he couldn’t get his milk––

overall 0/10 would recommend 

so it was kinda guaranteed that he would be in a pissy mood 

so when you were walking home, telling him about your day and you kept asking him about his (awful) day that he very much did not want to talk about

because he was disappointed in himself tbh :/

and you kept pushing him because you knew it wasn’t good for him to hold everything in...

he kinda snapped, telling you to drop it

unfortunately you weren’t expecting his outburst or for the volume of his voice to triple

you stopped walking and flinched, shocked by literally everything that was happening rn

kageyama stopped walking as well, basically panting as he looked at you, eyes wide––in fear, honestly. he never yelled at you and he never wanted to. “i––uh––” he stuttered, blinking quickly at you, his cheeks flushed, pupils shaky.

you sighed, a bit hurt, but you knew he was probably stressed since he was always working himself too hard. “tobio...” he looked down in shame at your soft tone that he definitely did not deserve, in his mind. “i’m only trying to help, you know. you shouldn’t shut me out.”

he opened his mouth but quickly shut it, not knowing how to respond. but he lifted his head in shock when he felt you wrap your arms around him. 

“i’m guessing you had a bad day today?” you asked gently. he didn’t answer for a few seconds, but when you heard him take a shaky inhale, you raised your head to look at him, feeling your insides twist when you noticed the tears falling down his cheeks.

you took your arms away to wipe his cheeks but yelped when he quickly trapped your arms, pulling you into a crushing hug. “no!–i––i’m sorry. but please, don’t let go.” his voice was quiet, vulnerable.

“okay.” you wrapped your arms around him as best you could in your position and he visibly melted in your hold. “i’m here, okay?” he nodded, letting out a few quiet sobs. “i’m not going anywhere.” 

he held you tighter and closed his eyes, not even caring that you were still in public. “thank you.” 

kuroo:

we know that kuroo is v laid back

which means when he’s mad, it’s not too bad

but that doesn’t mean you want to willingly get into an argument with him––

he doesn’t shout, but his voice is stern and loses it’s playful charm––and that’s almost scarier

now the argument wasn’t too intense, but you still didn’t like the way his stare had hardened, his stance tensed, his jaw clenched and his arms crossed together, almost like a barrier shutting you out

you were just getting very frustrated, you wanted to climb into his arms again but you two were already stressed out and all of this pent up energy was pouring out of you, fueling the fire

you felt very aware of your surrounding, on very high alert

and kuroo was just about done with this fight, just wanting to go to bed and put this behind you

so he sighed and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, about to end this when you flinched––

maybe the abrupt movement shocked you, you honestly weren’t sure

he immediately paused and you could see the fear and confusion register through his body as he watched you, his arms slowly falling to his sides. a harsh silence overcame the two of you for a moment. you didn’t...you didn’t think he was going to...did you? 

“babe––?” he stepped towards you slowly, not wanting to make a wrong move even though he was probably more frightened than you were.

honestly you weren’t scared at all, if anything just confused. you stared up at him, eyes wide, lips parted. “i...” you swallowed harshly. “i’m sorry i don’t...i don’t know why i did that.” you knew that he would never hit you, but you were just so strung up, too overwhelmed that you weren’t functioning properly.

kuroo held his hands out hesitantly, “is it...is it okay if i hold you?” 

you nodded, biting your lip nervously, your eyes tearing up slightly. “please.” he immediately wrapped you gently in his arms and squeezed you tight.

he kissed your head and stayed with his lips pressed against you for a few seconds before speaking up. “you...you know i would never––right?”

you tilted your head back to look at him, your hands gripping at the back of his shirt. “i know––i know tetsu.” 

he looked down at you with glassy eyes and gave you a small relieved smile. “okay.” he kissed your nose and leaned down to tuck his head in your shoulder, arms still wrapped around you. his voice was small as he mumbled into your sweater. “i’m so sorry kitten. this fight was stupid anyway. can we please go cuddle? just wanna hold you.” 

you nodded, smiling, relieved to be putting this behind you. “of course.” 

ushijima:

ushijima didn’t like to say that you had arguments

he preferred to say that you had a few...frustrating or tense conversations every now and then that you always solved in the end, strengthening your bond and your relationship

but tbh they were very rare

well this was one of these rare moments...

let’s say you were having a tense conversation as he was cleaning up after practice, you walking behind him as he picked up stray balls

so he was already wound up and in need of a soothing shower which didn’t help the conversation at all

and he was honestly trying to end it as soon as possible

not because he didn’t respect you or what you had to say, but because he didn’t like arguing with you

but sometimes he just doesn’t exactly communicate things well

so when he turns abruptly and stares at you blankly, saying a simple but firm “enough.” 

you flinch and take a small step back

he just looked so intimidating and you honestly weren’t expecting him to stop walking that fast so that mostly surprised you too

ushijima stopped as well, the shock and confusion clear in the way his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened a fraction. his expressions weren’t exactly obvious, but to you, they were clear as day.

he paused for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. “i––i didn’t mean to frighten you. i’m sorry.” he swallowed and tentatively reached for your hand, after checking that you were okay with it. “i only meant that i don’t want continue this conversation like this. it’s only stressing us out and i don’t want you to feel that way. not because of me.” 

you bit your lip sheepishly as you looked up at his hand holding yours firmly, understanding and appreciating his reasoning. you looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “it’s okay, i understand. and you didn’t scare me toshi––”

he squeezed your hand and looked into your eyes deeply. “please don’t lie for my sake.”

you shook your head and stepped closer to him, taking his other hand as well. “i promise, toshi. i know i have no reason to be afraid of you.” 

he nodded once but you could tell it might take him a little while longer to really believe you. 

“let’s go home, okay? we can order some food and watch that new documentary you were waiting for.”

he nodded again, grateful and relieved. “please.” 

[folkloreguk]

Paris (optional bias)

A/N: This is just something short I’ve had in my drafts for so long and I’ve finally finished it...there’s not much storyline but I swear it’s really sweet and I hope you like it x

genre: photographer!bias, suggestive themes, some kissing and cuddling, just two people on holiday and deeply in love tbh (pls send me some tissues)

words: 1.4 k

“Stay still baby,” he demanded, but not in a rough tone. It was gentle, a little sleepy. You chuckled, hearing the familiar click.

“You look so gorgeous in this light,” he mumbled, his face hidden behind his camera. The curtains of the hotel room were pulled away slightly, so the golden evening light could enter. You were going to get up, but now you fell back into bed, giving in to your boyfriend. Your hair was messy, your makeup even messier. Your clothes were everywhere but on your body.

For a moment you gazed at your boyfriend as he tried to photograph you from the perfect angle. He’d always preferred watching the world through a lens rather than just his eyes. Until you had come along. In you, he had found a new challenge. Oh, how many times you had heard him complain about how he couldn’t seem to capture your beauty in a photo. As if you were some part of nature that simply was too beautiful to fit into a picture. He had compared you to the night sky, a roaring waterfall, the light of the setting sun and fireworks – all his favourite things, basically. Although you didn’t agree. When it was hard to see your beauty in the mirror, one look at the collection of photos on your wall sufficed. Seeing yourself through his eyes made you feel like you were enough. More than enough, in fact. You understood a little better what he saw in you, and slowly you had also started seeing the good, beautiful things in yourself.

It had been a year since he had asked you to be his girlfriend. For your anniversary, you had booked a trip – your first holiday together, in fact. Now it was just the two of you, together, in a strange city. Without a care in the world. That’s what you had agreed on.

You spent your time in bed, exploring the streets where even tourists weren’t found, trying all of the local food and then spending more time in bed. As always, your boyfriend couldn’t put his camera down. Not even in his holidays. But you didn’t mind because you knew it made him happy. And when he was happy, so were you.

His hair was probably even messier than yours, but it made you smile to know you had made it that way. He grinned, watching you through his lens.

“Can I please go to the bathroom now?” you asked, stretching on top of the blankets.

“If you come back quickly,” he answered, and you laughed.

“Don’t worry,” you joked. Your legs were a little weak as you got up. You could still feel where he had touched you, making your cheeks heat up.

When you entered the bedroom again, he had taken your spot on the bed. The last sun rays were now catching in his sparkling eyes, tangling in his hair and dunking his skin in a golden, glowing light. His bare chest was rising and falling steadily and he had draped the sheets over his lower body lazily. He looked at you as if you were the rarest sight in the world, some mythical creature only the luckiest got the chance to encounter once in a lifetime and like you held all the answers to the universe all at once. An overwhelming feeling of love overcame you at the sight of him.

As soon as your leg touched the bed, he opened his arms for you. Smiling, you clung to him as he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. Even though you were thousands of miles away, you had never felt more at home than in that moment. Your safe place was wherever he was.

Softly, his hands wandered across your skin, drawing random patterns. Sometimes he touched you as if you were artwork at a museum. Too fragile and too precious, maybe even forbidden to lay his hands on. Other times, he dug his fingers deeply into your skin and pulled you flush against his hot body, trapping you under his weight and making it hard for you to breathe with his feverish kisses. His light chuckle rang ever so delightfully in your ears as he noticed the dark hickeys on your chest. His personal masterpiece, only for you to see. If he was the artist, you were his muse and his canvas. The touch tickled you a little. When he traced the dark shapes on your skin you shivered, and when his fingertips came close to your nipples your heart skipped a beat or two. Softly, you swatted his hand away.

“Still haven’t had enough?” you asked.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he said. You didn’t blame him. If anything, you had never related more. You had just closed your eyes, trying to listen to the way his heart was beating underneath your head, when he rolled over on top of you. When you looked up at him, he had already lowered his head to kiss you. Without your control, your lips curled into a smile. Compared to earlier, when his kisses had been so full of passion and need, they now felt soft, like candy cotton clouds on your skin. Your lips moved slow enough for you to consciously notice every little sensation. The way his hair tickled your forehead, his nose brushing against yours, and his hand intertwining with yours next to your head. Deeply, you breathed in, only to sigh because his scent overtook all your senses with a rush you thought one could only receive from consuming drugs.

His bare chest against yours was warm and your legs tangled with the blankets by your feet. Through the gap in the window you heard the lively song of birds and chatter of both other tourists and residents in the city. Physically, they were just outside, a few levels lower, on the street. But your head was miles away from it all. It was all heart eyes and lips practically quivering with the need to let him know how much you loved him. He beat you to it.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered. “So much. All of you.”

He peppered kisses on your neck and squeezed your hands in his. How come your heart could never get used to these words? Why did it have to jump the way it did, every single time? Not once had you been able to stop the big smile on your face upon hearing the confession – not that you tried hard, because why should you have – and each time you had to regain your composition for a few seconds, until you could return those words.

“So am I,” you said. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Yesterday you said the ice cream shop downtown was the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” he teased, a smile evident in his voice.

“That was an exaggeration, obviously,” you said. “If you hadn’t been there with me, it would have only been a fifth as delicious.”

“Thank god,” he said, exaggerating. “I almost thought I had lost against some chocolate ice cream there.”

“Come here, silly,” you said. He raised his head from your neck and grinned. Sometimes you were nearly convinced he could have cured any problem with his handsome smile. But the look he was giving you was reserved only for you. It was saying words without having to speak and held countless memories from the past.

“You’re my favourite person in the whole universe,” you said. “And yes, I do know that none of the aliens out there could possibly be better than you. But I do hope we go back to that ice cream shop tonight.”

His eyes had gone from loving to amused and back to loving. Gently, his lips met yours again. The kiss only lasted for a short while, but it said enough.

“We can go back there,” he said. “Do you wanna go for dinner now? Down by the river?”

“Let’s stay like this, just five minutes longer, alright?” you asked. You weren’t quite ready to lose his warmth on your skin and to leave this little, perfect world inside the hotel room just yet. In fact, if it was possible, you’d drag out the moment forever. And he seemed to agree. He hummed and nodded quietly. The next time his lips met yours, you didn’t let him pull away so fast. Five minutes, half an hour, an hour, what even was time when you were with him?  

[jjungkookislife]

how bout a 78+73+55 with two beautiful bby buns 🥰🥰🥰

pairing: baby buns!jk x reader

78. “are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

73. “you’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

55. “I’ve missed this.”

tw: flashback, virgin!kook x virgin reader (loss of virginity),  marking, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

“I’ve missed this,” Jungkook murmurs against your neck, his nose nuzzled into your skin as his body hovers over yours, not wanting to put his full weight on you.

“Me too,” you say as you stroke his hair, your fingers gently brushing against his ears. He groans against your skin, your name rolling off his tongue in a saccharine moan.

“I’ve missed your scent. I hated being apart from you. I was miserable,” Jungkook admits as he grasps both your hands to pin to the bed as he sits back on his heels.

“Me too. Not being able to see you for a full day was awful. I cried so much,” you frown as you shake your head to clear the memories. “What an awful wedding tradition. I should be able to see my husband-to-be the day before our wedding. Luck be damned.”

Jungkook chuckles, “I agree. I missed you terribly. We’re past all that now, baby. It’s our wedding night and I plan on making it memorable.”

“Oh?” You smile, nerves bubbling in your stomach. A bashful smile appears on Jungkook’s face, “yeah.”

In all honesty, Jungkook had been nervous about tonight. You were mates, and sure, you have fooled around before, but you never went all the way. You were both virgins, both eager for your wedding night and for Jungkook to mark you as his mate, sealing your bond forever.

It was a lot to take on, but your love for him overcame all your worries as you kissed him, losing yourself in him.

Jungkook resisted the urge to thump his foot as the kiss grew deeper, excitement thrumming in his veins. He wanted you desperately, needed to fill you.

“Jungkook,” your moan of his name draws his attention, his hand cupping your face. “Touch me, baby. Make love to me.”

Jungkook’s erection throbs at your words, his heart racing in his chest as he caressed your cheek.

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” Jungkook warns, his tongue peeking between his lips to lick them. His hand reaches for yours, his thumb running over your wedding band. A low growl escapes him, you’re his. His mate.

“Please, Jungkook,” you plead, your lips capturing his.  Jungkook immediately kisses you back, moaning softly as his hands caress every bit of your body as he slots himself between your legs. You automatically wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your hands run down his muscular back.

Jungkook blushes, his fingers tracing the scalloped detailing of your lingerie, cupping your breast. His delicate touch has you keening, a soft smile on your lips as he tugs the lingerie down to expose your breast.

“I’m going to mark you right here,” he whispers, his finger circling the spot on the swell of your breast.  You nod, pulling him down to you to kiss him. Jungkook rocks his hips against you, soft moans escaping him.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, groaning when your fingers brush his ears.  “I need you., baby.”

“I love you,” you respond, loving the way his soft lips trail kisses from your jaw to to your neck and down to your breast. His tongue licks your skin, his teeth gently biting down until he breaks skin.

“Kook!” You gasp, arching into him as a slight pain runs through you.  Jungkook is quick to kiss you all over, focusing on your cheeks and nose before he’s nuzzling into your neck.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!” Jungkook breathes, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he holds you tight, forcing himself to look at your breast to see his mark permanently engraved on your skin.

A rough kiss takes you by surprise, Jungkook holding your face in his hands as he feels the overwhelming love and lust of his sealed bond. A crazed look crosses his eyes as he quickly strips you of your lingerie, leaving it in pieces to litter the floor.

 A deep blush spread across Jungkook’s cheeks, admiring the beauty of your body for the first time.  You’re bashful beneath him, unable to make eye contact with him.  Jungkook had seen you naked from the waist up or the waist down, but never both... until now.  It was definitely a pleasant sight. Jungkook’s ears twitched, his nose scrunching as he smiled widely, “so beautiful. Such a pretty mate.”

“Jungkook,” you breathe his name, your hand reaching to unbutton his shirt, dragging it down his arms to discard over the side of the bed. Despite his best efforts, his excitement is through the roof and his foot begins to thump.

“Fuck,” he curses, grabbing your hips before he leans over you, his hair falling over his eyes before he kissed you once again. Fueled by lust and desire, your hands make quick work of his pants, shoving them down his thick thighs alone with his boxers.  Your hand wraps around his dick, drawing a moan from your husband that sends tingles down your spine.

“Baby,” Jungkook whimpers, overwhelmed by the scent of your arousal, wanting nothing more than to be buried nose deep between your thighs. Regretfully., Jungkook unwraps your hand from his cock to free himself as he trails kisses down your body until he’s gripping your thighs and pressing kisses and nips on both of them.  The sweet sound of your moans spurs him on as he licks and teases you enough to drive you wild until you’re near tears begging him to touch you.

A smug smile appears on his lips as he licks a broad stripe along your folds.  He keeps one hand on your thigh, the other he uses his fingers to spread your folds and moan when he sees how wet you’ve become.

“Jungkook...” his name sounds so sinful rolling off your tongue.  Your hips chasing his tongue in search of pleasure as he dips back between your thighs, lips gently suckling your clit.  Your hand tangles itself in his hair, mindful of his ears as you tug at the locks.

“More,” you whimper, feeling him slip one of his fingers inside you.  Your thighs tremble and your breathing growing ragged.  You moan again, your thighs spreading further as a second finger pushes into you, curling inside you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

 Jungkook knows your body well enough by now to know the telltale signs of your impending orgasm,  He notes the way your voice gets an octave higher, the change in your breathing, the way you grip his hair and writhe beneath him as your eyes squeeze shut and a weak moan of his name fills the room before you’re overcome with pleasure.

Jungkook continues his ministrations, groaning against you as your orgasm has you squeezing his fingers, pulsating around them and he so desperately wishes it was his cock inside you instead.

“Kook... Kookie,” you sigh, head lolling back as you try to gather yourself enough to release the death grip you’d had on his hair.  Jungkook chuckles, his ear twitching, thankful to have some room to move again.

“Was that good?” he asks meekly, slowly pulling his fingers out of you to pop them into his mouth, his tongue licking them clean as his eyes remain locked with yours.  The sight is erotic, your legs quivering at the anticipation of what’s coming.

“S-so good,” you stutter as your chest rises and falls.  “Kiss me.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice as his lips brush against yours in a gentle kiss that soon deepens and grows passionately.  His hips rock against yours, his cock hard and ready to push past your wet folds.  He grunts, eyes squeezed shut as his lips plant kisses on the column of your throat.  His foot thumps, his hips circling yours as he grabs his cock, teasing your entrance with the head.

Your hands grip his shoulders, nails lightly digging into his skin as he kisses you before pushing in.  You gasp, biting your bottom lip as he slowly pushes into you, filling you fully after a few moments.

Jungkook grunts, sweat beading on his brow, his eyes shut and his breath caught in his throat.  So warm, so wet... so fucking wet.  He cries your name, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he releases a guttural groan.

“Jungkook,” you breathe, your fingers twined in his hair as you pull him into a kiss.  There’s a slight discomfort, but it passes when Jungkook cautiously begins to move.  He studies your face, reading it for any signs of discomfort.

“I love you.  I love you...”

“I love you,” you whisper back in response, your hand caressing his cheek as he pulls out a bit, only to push back in.  You curse; your hand in his, squeezing it as he kisses each of your fingers before he’s picking up the pace, mindful to be gentle until you’re moaning his name.

Jungkook loses himself in you, in your touch, in your scent, in the essence that is you.  He’s overwhelmed with emotions and lust, his mind cloudy, but the shine of your wedding band catches his attention and a deep growl rips through him.

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”  You’re eagerly nodding your head in agreement, your nails dragging down his muscular back, leaving pink streaks on his skin. You’re not surprised by bit bout of possessiveness, knowing hybrids tended to be possessive when it came to their mates, you being human makes him take it up a notch. An unclaimed mate (especially a human), was seen as available until the mate had their partner’s bond.

Jungkook didn’t care if the bond was official now. You were his, and he was yours, and that’s the way he liked it.  Your wedding ring would (hopefully) ward off any humans, and your mate bond would ward off all hybrids.

“Mine,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Yours,” you answer in response, earning a rough thrust from him as he pins your hands onto the pillow on either side of your head.  Jungkook kisses you, muffling your moans as he fucks you harder, deeper. Your legs tighten around his hips, pulling him deeper as you tighten around him, moaning and arching into him as he holds you close.

“Baby,” you breathe in an airy tone.  “I’m so close.”

Jungkook grunts in response, biting back a moan as he pushes in deeper, loving the warmth of your cunt wrapped around him.  It’s so overwhelming, he knows he won’t be able to go much farther.  You overwhelm all of his senses, everything becoming too much as a fiery heat spreads throughout his body as your moans grow louder, back arching as you orgasm.

His name tumbles from your lips in cries and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure courses through you.  Jungkook finds it impossible to look away from your face, loving the fucked out look on your face that appears at the apex of your orgasm.

Jungkook grunts, he’s close, and he just needs a little more to get off with you.  He grabs your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts in and out of you, “touch me.”

Your hands caress his face but he shakes his head, “my ears.  T-touch my ears.”

You’re endeared by his stutters, noting the blush that appears on the apples of his cheeks, a bashful look on his face.  He keens at your touch, moaning as your hands stroke his ears.  A deep guttural groan escapes his pretty lips, cursing as cums inside you.  He’s breathing rather hard, his thrusts keeping the pace as he fucks you until he’s spent.

“Fuck!” he exclaims, eyes squeezed shut as his foot thumps, making you smile.  Your hands cup his face, your thumb caressing his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath.

“That was amazing,” you giggle as you lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an incredulous smile on your lips.

Jungkook chuckles, carefully pulling out of you, stopping momentarily to admire the mess he’s left between your thighs. A surge of pride fills his chest as he lies beside you, pulling you into his arms, “right?!”

You press a kiss to his chest, snuggling into his side as his finger traces the mark on your breast; his mark.

“Can we do it again?” Jungkook asks, wiggling his eyebrows and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.  You laugh, pushing him away as you begin to feel the soreness set in.

“Down boy,” you tease with a smile, your hand laced with his.

Jungkook huffs out a laugh, kissing the top of your head, “I’m just saying... I’ll be ready when you are.”

You look between your bodies, shaking your head when you see his cock twitch, already half hard and ready to go again.

“You’re insatiable!” you laugh, and Jungkook grins as your hand moves down his chest until it’s wrapped around his cock, languidly stroking him.

“Only when it comes to you.”

[wesimpforxiao]

Say My Name and I’ll Be There: 8.2; Lantern Rite Part 1

You never had the chance to push Childe for answers on his vague statement, even after the two of you arrived in Liyue on the afternoon of the Lantern Rite.  It was as busy as you remembered, though it was nothing compared to how it would be once the sun set.  You weren't new to the festival, as you had gone a few times with Granny when you were a child, but that was a long time ago.  You were around twelve years old the last time you had joined the festival.

Being here again was like a breath of fresh air.  

It was a shame that breath of fresh air turned stale when Childe continued to prod at you.  "So, ojou-chan, what will you be doing after dark?"  He had intentionally turned it into a suggestive question, his smug brow raising slightly even after you glared daggers at him.

"I'm going to walk around, of course," you replied without giving him an inch.  "And I'm going to find Aether and Zhongli, too."

"Oh? Aren't you forgetting someone?"

"What I do in my free time is none of your business," your jaw tightened.  "You, Tartaglia, are literally a child.  Why don't you step aside and let your elders do what they want?  I am older than you, you know."

"I see you've picked up Signora's attitude," he moped and finally dropped the subject.

Perhaps you had, even though you hated her with all your life force after the trick she pulled at Angel's Share.  Even so, you couldn't help but bite the harbinger that fed you after he made strange offhanded comments about his own behavior, or his self-proclaimed 'apology' gift, or the way he held you the first time you felt Xiao's suffering.  You still couldn't figure out what was going on with him, and quite frankly, you could care less.  That's what you told yourself, anyway.

Was he an ally or an enemy?

"Earth to Mezzetin."  He rudely poked at your forehead.  "Is everything alright?  You've been obnoxiously loud all day and now you're quiet."

"You do realize you're equally as obnoxious?"  You met his eyes head-on after pulling away from your thoughts.  "I'm hungry."

"Ah, thought so.  Here," he handed you a heavy sack of mora without warning.  "I'll be at Northland Bank if you need anything."

"Eh? That's it?"  You watched him begin to walk off, expecting much more of a threat to your life if you so much as thought about running.

"You said it yourself ojou-chan, you're an adult," he called out over his shoulder.  "I'd expect you to act like one in these circumstances."

"Wha--!"  You scoffed at his shrinking figure as he climbed the stairs to the Snezhnayan bank.  "Ugh, whatever." Your gaze fell to the mora pouch in your hands.  Maybe I'll stop by the funeral parlor first and find Zhongli.

When you did, the archon paled at the sudden surprise appearance.  "How did you find yourself in Liyue Harbor?"  He scanned your body as if you were to be handled with care.  "I was under the impression you would remain at Zapolyarny Palace until further notice.  How did you happen to gain the Tsaritsa's trust so quickly?"

"Eh, you'll have to ask Childe that."  You didn't notice Zhongli's eyes narrow with contempt.  "He won't tell me why they decided to have me accompany him here," you answered without skipping a beat.  Though the archon was certainly thrown off guard, the two of you appeared to start right where you had left off like none of the events in the past two months had ever occurred in the first place.  It was refreshing to be with a friendly presence again, and you sighed in relief, hiding a wince from the sharp pain in your ribcage.

The movement didn't go unnoticed by Zhongli.  "Ah, yes...Allow me to brew you some tea.  The leaves I've gathered recently have exceptional pain-relieving qualities, though they don't compare to that of Xiao's medications--"

"How is he?"  Your interruption stopped the man in his tracks.  "Is he okay?"  If Zhongli knew you were feeling Xiao's pain, that meant the yaksha had been in contact.

"He's as well as he can be, given the circumstances he's been burdened with.  Do not worry yourself with him.  Please, take a seat."

You watched Zhongli's graceful movements as he prepared a kettle and brought the water to a boil, dropping the leaves in when it was hot enough.  You were oblivious to the thoughts that ran through his mind as he sent a wry smile your way.

That day, I made a grave miscalculation, Zhongli thought back to the group's encounter with Childe in Fontaine.  A guilty sigh escaped his lips as he poured the tea into two ceramic teacups.

.....................

Deception.  Maybe Zhongli was a little too good at playing the part of an innocent bystander, if he had succeeded in fooling Aether not once, but twice.  But this route would be the only way to ensure yours and Xiao's sanity...The archon grit his teeth as he parried Childe's relentless blows in the pouring rain.  The harbinger didn't hold back even though this was all for show.

How long did the fighting go on? Twenty minutes? Thirty?  An hour?  Childe gave the signal to Zhongli as he summoned his fifth and final narwhal using the rain that fell around them.  Most of the group was worn out from constantly changing tactics as the harbinger switched between his vision and delusion.  Childe was so much stronger than the first time he faced off with Aether...but so was Aether.  Zhongli understood the only way to make this plan work would be to sacrifice his two closest allies in one way or another.

"Retreat!"  Zhongli gave the order and an exhausted trio followed it without question.  Well, except for Aether.

"We can't leave Xiao!"

.................

He had hoped he gave Xiao the push he needed to seal the bond, but it apparently was not enough..."Here is your tea," he placed the teacup in front of you before sitting at the opposite end of the table.  "Tell me, have they remained true to their word and put an end to your experiments?"

You blew at your steaming cup before taking a small sip.  "Yeah...They've already begun testing on Fatui agents, but every single one of them dies.  It's funny, actually.  Dottore still can't figure out the correct ratio for my blood.  I've watched hundreds die."

"And how are you?"

That question was loaded, but you swallowed the nervous chuckle that had bubbled in your throat.  "I'm just glad to be so close to home." To him, you meant, even if the two of you never actually met up during your stay here.  Your eyes trailed to the window, and Zhongli noticed the sadness in the depths of your gaze as you watched people decorate the buildings with xiao lanterns.

"Xiao will be especially busy today, fighting off the demons that rise from the festivities," he answered your looming question.  "But I am sure he would find the time to meet you if he knew you were here."

"You know, I hold most of his memories, but I can never seem to know what he's thinking."  Your low voice captured the archon's attention again after a few silent minutes.  You were saying it more to yourself than to spark a conversation, eyes still gazing out the window.  "Maybe I am chasing after a fruitless dream."

"Your love for Xiao is strong."

"Eh?" Your head snapped back to the present moment.  "H-how did you--did he--?"

Your flustered composure drew out a low chuckle from Zhongli, and he set his teacup aside.  "I've lived for six thousand years; I know a thing or two about human concepts and emotions.  The entire group has known for quite some time."

"I was that obvious?" An insane amount of heat rose to your cheeks and you buried your face in your hands.  "So did he know before I...?"

"Xiao may be a few thousand years old, but he understands humans less than I do.  I can confidently say you caught him off guard."

You peeked out from behind your fingers.  "Hm?"

"It is not my place to say anything more on the matter," his lips tugged into a friendly grin as he brought the teacup to his lips once again.  "But I would not call it a 'fruitless' dream."

.................

The lanterns that lit the streets of Liyue illuminated the bustling crowds of people that were focused on getting food, souvenirs, and lanterns that were to be released later that evening.  You had parted ways with Zhongli in an effort to find Aether, with no luck in locating the boy even after nightfall.  Despite this, you navigated the festival alone in hopes of running into him as you eyed the food stalls.

That is, until the voices grew louder.  You swayed on your feet from the unexpected wave of nausea that overcame you, and grabbed onto one of the support beams next to the stairs.  Xiao was fighting something again, wasn't he?  You had felt the damned creep up on you as the day progressed, but nothing prepared you for the jarring pains that were too similar to the first time you had felt this side effect.  You nearly puked from the overwhelming sensation, coughing into your hand only for it to be splattered with blood.

Not again, you stared in horror as you hastily blinked away the splotches in your vision.  A quick glance around confirmed that there were children in the immediate vicinity, and you didn't want to scar them with the sight of you on what was supposed to be a happy night.  Your eyes flit to the distant building that housed the Northland Bank, and you were determined to make it there even if it was a bit too far for you to walk at the moment.

You stumbled through the crowd on unsteady feet and shallow breath until you bumped shoulders with a boy and tripped.  "Ngh!"  The impact worsened your dilemma, and your eyes caught those of the person you ran into.

"Sorry!  Wait, are you okay, ma'am?"  The white-haired boy retracted his outstretched hand and instead knelt at your side to offer his shoulder.  "You..."  This energy....could it be that I can finally...?

"U-um, excuse me."  You struggled to your feet and tried to make your way to the bank again.  This time you were immediately halted by the boy.  

"Ma'am, are you by any chance experiencing paranormal activity?"  His hard gaze made you hold your breath without realizing.  When he saw your eyes flash as if someone had held a lantern to your face, his grip on your shoulder loosened ever so slightly.  "My name's Chongyun.  I'm an exorcist.  Do you mind if we speak in private?"

He brought you to the docs, which were a little less crowded than the main area of the harbor.  Chongyun watched as you sat down and steadied your breathing while attempting to sneakily wipe away the blood that dripped from the corner of your mouth.  

I finally haven't scared them off, the boy thought as he stared at you in wonder.  Why now, though?  "Ma'am, can you tell me what's going on?"

"I-I appreciate your concern," you ground your teeth together while another wave of pain consumed you, "but I d-don't need your help."

"When did you start feeling this way?"  Chongyun sat with his legs crisscrossed in front of you, and summoned a deck of cards from his pocket.  Anger boiled as you watched him shuffle them in his hands and set them in the space between you one at a time.

"I wouldn't do that," you growled while your thoughts grew hazy.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt you."  He started mumbling some sort of incoherent verses before flipping one of the cards.

"I said DON'T!"

Chongyun caught your hand before it could swipe the cards away from the pier's surface, and he locked eyes with you.  He took a deep breath before speaking as if you were the one agitating him.  "Those are the evil spirits talking.  I can tell you're not that far gone.  Sit patiently, and I can help you."

You blinked for a moment and regained some control over yourself, relaxing your shoulders once he let go of your wrist.  "What is it you're trying to do?"

"Purge evil; it's my job.  We exorcists have protected Liyue for generations," he flipped another card over, noting your tension rising again before dying down.  Whatever he was doing with those cards seemed to piss off the voices in your head.

"Like adepti?"  You grimaced when he replaced one of the cards with another.  

"Yes, much like the Guardian Yaksha of Liyue," he replied calmly while testing your reaction with another card.  "I have much respect for him, but--"

"Xiao?  Have you seen him?"  Your hand burned when you grabbed his, but you ignored it once you caught his attention.  "Have you seen him recently?"  

"You know him by name?"  Chongyun was as confused as you were.  "That's odd, I thought we were the only ones who--"

"Hey!"  A high-pitched voice interrupted the conversation, and the two of you turned your heads toward the sound.  Paimon was flying towards you, Aether running right behind her.  "What are you doing here?! Are you okay? Did you escape? Did you kick Childe's butt?"

"I--" Aether stopped himself from hugging you when he saw the dried blood on your hand, his relieved smile fading into a concerned frown as his feet came to a halt.  "...Are you okay?"

"You know each other?"  Chongyun looked between the trio and summoned a new set of cards.  These ones held terrifying symbolism of demonic entities you didn't wish to know the name of, and he placed them over the other ones that sat on the ground.

"Ngh!"  A hand covered your eye in an attempt to put pressure against a sharp pain.  "You can't help me! Enough of this!"

"...W-what's wrong with her?"  Paimon trembled slightly when she heard the uncharacteristic aggressiveness in your voice.  "Is she...possessed?!"  

"Not quite," Chongyun returned his eyes to you in deep thought.  "I've never seen this before..."

"Wait, your positivity didn't scare them off?"  Aether suddenly looked a lot more concerned, and he moved so that he sat beside you.  Chongyun scared every spirit away...if that didn't happen this time, it must've been a bad sign.  "What happened to you in Snezhnaya?"  His voice was a mix of both guilt and anger.

"Zhongli didn't tell you?"  It took all your strength not to attack the three of them as Chongyun put another card down.  

"The group went their separate ways after you..." Aether shook his head and put a hand on your shoulder when he noticed the malice in your stare.  "What did Childe do to you?"

"It's just another side effect," you growled and pushed his hand off.  "I'm not possessed like this guy is saying."

"Is this true?" Paimon's skepticism antagonized you further, but you bit your tongue.

"We should take you to Zhongli," Aether pulled you to your feet without hearing your objections.  If your words were accurate, then there was no way the exorcist could help.  "Sorry, Chongyun!  She'll be fine!"

"W-Wait! Ah-"  Chongyun already lost them in the sea of people that were getting ready to release their lanterns.  It was almost time to fill the sky with the light of human prayers and wishes to the adepti.

..............

Once out of Chongyun's vicinity, the voices dispersed as if nothing had happened.  "What the hell--"  Your confused grumblings caught the attention of Aether as he guided you through the crowd.  "This is so stupid."

"So you're able to feel Xiao's mental distress?"  He glanced back at you for a brief moment once he figured out what he had witnessed.  "At least now, he has someone that can understand a little bit of what he's going through, right?"

"I don't know," interjected Paimon.  "Didn't Zhongli say the yakshas fell one by one from karma?  Wouldn't feeling Xiao's karma kill you?"

"Probably."  Your uninterested answer brought both of them to look at you, only to find that your eyes were surveying the crowd with expectation--or was it hope?  Your companions exchanged knowing, but glum glances.

"He won't be here."

Aether's words went through one ear and out the other.  "Yes he will."

"Um...Paimon doesn't think so.  Xiao doesn't like crowds, remember?"  You were so different than a few months ago...Each sound seemed to startle you or make you wince, and you had a peculiar distant look in your eyes.  Your friends were growing more and more concerned about you.

Xiao, I'm here, you called out in your heart, not fully aware of it.

..........................

Coming up:  A long-awaited reunion.  The fears of a yaksha.  A display of trust.

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Instincts

This is all because I entered a bunch of numbers for my scenario ideas into a randomiser list thingy-ma-bob. It chose werewolf!tamaki fucking the poor fem!reader and well...now you guys get to read it!

Same as always, be sure to let me know what you think, and enjoy~

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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 You frowned as you stepped into your home, having only just arrived home after being forced to work overtime on the worst night of the month. Tamaki’s transformation had likely already happened, usually occurring during day’s early sunset; meaning that you had a fully transformed and likely feral werewolf somewhere in your house.

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 “Bun…ny…”

 .

 A scream escaped your mouth when you were slammed back against the front door, impossibly large hands wrapped around your wrists and holding you up in the air; hot, heavy breath hitting your face as Tamaki sniffed at your vulnerable form.

 Tamaki had never before hurt you in his transformed state, though he constantly worried about doing so; but he had warned you each full moon to be home before his transformation, always muttering something about instincts being uncontrollable during the night.

 “Tamaki…Tamaki you scared me” You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes as you leaned your head back, allowing him better access to your neck and earning yourself a pleased growl from the unhappy creature in front of you; his large body pressing up against yours until you wrapped your legs around his waist awkwardly. Barely able to do such an action while he was transformed.

 Unlike his human form, Tamaki’s transformed state was some kind of mixture between wolf and human; if you had to describe it at all, it would be closest to the Lycans that were shown in mythology. More wolf than man, monstrously tall and terrifyingly muscled; his fangs were razor sharp and could kill you if he had the urge.

 However, despite the monstrous form, you had easily come to love the werewolf; adjusting to the strange habits and schedules that he went through with a lot of guidance from Tamaki’s human self.

 .

 “Where…? Where were you!”

 .

 His snarl made you gulp nervously, opening your eyes to look up into his demanding stare; you were positive that it would do no good to try and reason with your giant lover. Instead, it made more sense to try and soothe his anger with actions since he understood that. Using your words too much seemed to aggravate the instincts that made his full moon’s personality and pushing your luck was not something you wanted to do.

 “Working.” You gave a simple answer, squirming under his iron-grip slightly in an attempt to get yourself comfortable; however, such attempts seemed to be futile as he simply pushed more of his weight against you. Squishing you against the door like he had done previous times; only this time, his knot wasn’t buried deep inside of you. You still had your clothes on for the moment.

 .

 “I crave you.”

 .

 Those three simple words had your mind reeling, your mouth dropping open in surprise at his sudden statement. It always took you some time to adjust to the bold demands that his instincts gave without fail.

 You were so used to the shy, timid Tamaki that you had fallen in love with.

 .

 “I want…to breed you…overflowing with my seed”

 .

 You were given no time to react as he wrapped one of his large arms around your waist, pulling you under his arm while making his way through your home and to the bed that seemed to be stacked with the pillows Tamaki kept in one of the cupboards. Without fail, each full moon, his instincts would spur him to turn the bed into a place for you to be fucked non-stop. If you remembered correctly, then Tamaki had called it a nest. It was supposed to provide you comfort, his instincts way of courting you as he had tried to explain.

 “Tamaki, wait! I’m still wearing my dress!” You squealed when he threw you onto the mattress, your body hitting the pile of pillows he had prepared while he watched you with a hungry gaze; large hands twitching as he resisted the urge to immediately jump you.

 You knew what he wanted.

 .

 “Move…”

 .

 You inhaled shakily as you turned away from him, crawling a little closer to the pillows as you moved them to where you needed them most; getting yourself comfortable in the pile of pillows with your butt on display for him.

 It took him only a few seconds to tear your clothes away without care, his large body pressing up against you from behind to keep you warm; yet another instinct he maintained throughout the night of the full moon. Anything for your health, Tamaki had never explained why but it was easy enough to figure out.  He couldn’t breed you if you weren’t healthy.

 “Come on, big guy…can’t get me all excited and leave me hanging” You peeked back at him slowly, gasping when you felt the tip of his throbbing cock rub up against your dripping folds; poking and prodding while he rutted up against your body.

 .

 “Be patient. I will fuck you, until you’re too tired…to even speak my name!”

 .

 You cried out as he slammed his hips forwards, one hand moving to wrap around the base of your throat while the other held your body in place; making it that much easier for him to bury himself inside of you with a single thrust.

 His knot was already swollen. You could feel it against your folds, hot and throbbing; thick with a close release promised. Thankfully you knew better than to tease him about such things, instead opting to mewl out his name and enjoy the waves of pleasure that you knew would begin to settle in now that he was inside of you.

 “Tama…so big inside of me~” You cooed out in a soft voice, arching your back when his hips began to move at a harsh pace; the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room, the only sound you could hear apart from his heavy breathing above your head.

 You whimpered out when he squeezed down on your throat firmly, snarling at the way your body clenched around his cock; trying to milk him of the cum he hadn’t yet released. Your body was more honest than you could ever be with Tamaki’s instincts and you were perfectly okay with that. Not to mention, Tamaki himself seemed to appreciate it more than your words.

 .

 “Good girl…mine…”

 .

 His possessive growls of pleasure made your cheeks flush in embarrassment while you cried out his name, not bothering to hide the sounds that he managed to drag out of your body; life was too short to be bothered hiding sounds of bliss.

 You couldn’t help but grin as you moaned out his name, quietly whining for more and causing the creature above you to let out a savage-sounding snarl, his weight shifting to press you further into the bed until you were barely able to breath; your pleasure-filled whimpers keeping him alerted to your enjoyment of the treatment.

 “Tama…more~” You choked out a moan when his hips bucked harshly, rocking your entire body forwards before he shifted his position once again; his hot tongue dragging over the skin of your neck slowly, a sign that your precious werewolf was getting serious with you.

 .

 “Settle. Settle…”

 .

 His hands moved from your body, down to the bed as he tried to soothe your needy whimpers, bracing his weight while you reached out for his arms; all too aware of how he was about to fuck you.

 In his transformed state, Tamaki could easily break you beneath his body. However, he instead chose to make you his woman and spoil you with affection; he chose to court you as his life-partner and to fill you with every drop of cum he had to offer.

 His name left your lips in the form of a scream when he began to pound into you, his sharp claws tearing through the mattress from the amount of strength he used to keep you happy and begging for more.

 It wasn’t long before you were screaming his name in bliss, orgasm rocking through your body while he continued to bury himself inside of you; leaving a trail of bitemarks over your spine, yet another sign of affection from the large beast. His way of keeping others away.

 Each thrust of his hips had you pushing back against him, whimpering out his name and desperate to feel his knot inside of you; he was close to knotting you. You could tell by the way he was losing his ability to reign in his strength; it was an adorable tell-tale sign that you had picked up on early into your relationship with him.

 .

 “Take it…my knot, that’s what…you want…I can smell it”

 .

 You whimpered out loudly, babbling unintelligible things while he began to rut up against you with all his strength; each movement forcing your body down into the mattress until a loud, wet pop echoed around the room.

 Followed soon by your cry of shock, your back arching from the sudden fullness that overcame you. As always, Tamaki’s knot was too much for your smaller body and while it no longer hurt you as it had in the beginning, to have such a foreign sized object inside of you; it was still overwhelming.

 Tamaki growled out a low moan from above you, slowly rolling his hips while rubbing his muzzle against the soft skin of your neck, his own form of affection while the two of you waited for the first knot of the night to go down. Many more to go.

 “You gotta…Tamaki, you gotta ease in…you’re too big” You whined out softly, trembling as you turned your head to look at him, gasping when he thrust his hips up roughly, pushing his knot deeper inside of your welcoming body.

 .

 “No. You take me well…such a good bitch for your alpha…”

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 You groaned quietly, burying your face against the soft pillows he had gathered for you, choosing to instead ride out the slow thrusts he insisted upon doing; able to feel his knot throbbing inside of you and filling you with his hot seed.

 “Hey Tama…?” He grunted in response to your trailed off question, licking at your spine tenderly to soothe the bitemarks he had left behind; a peaceful kind of contentment settling over you.

 “After this one…with the next knot, I want you to keep going…I wanna know what it feels like to have you fuck me until I’m broken…” You smiled at the thought, peeking back at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes; the very same kind that you had had when you first asked Tamaki to fuck you in his transformed state.

 “Will you do that for me, my handsome alpha? Will you break me and breed me?” Tamaki let out a deep, hungry growl at your words, beginning to rut his hips at a faster pace; one of his hands tangling itself into your hair, yanking on it harshly until tears began to prick at your eyes.

 .

 “Break…? I can break…let me…fragile mate, so easy…”

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 You choked out a whimper of pleasure when he began to pick up his pace, his knot tugging at your walls harshly with each movement of his hips; the pleasure was already too much for you but the sudden jolts of pain from his harsh movements made you cry out his name in the kind of breathy way that drove your poor werewolf insane.

 Stirring up every desire he had to see you swollen with his seed.

 .

 “I can’t wait…to see you broken and craving me…begging me…”

[evabellasworld]

An Unforgettable Honeymoon

For @10-porgs-in-a-trenchcoat , this is my gift for you as part of the @starwarsfandomfests event. Thank you to @lilhawkeye3 for organising this event. I really enjoyed it so far.——————————————————————————————

Summary:  Bly and Aayla head to a tropical island planet for their honeymoon, where they create an everlasting memory as a newly-wedded couple

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Arriving at a tropical, humid planet, Bly and Aayla got off from the cargo ship as they had their suitcases in their hands, standing in a station full of tourists and locals from all walks of life. Bly noticed a blue Twi'lek girl, who shared similar resemblances with his wife and was around 4 or 5 years old, held both her parent's hands as they made sure that their daughter was well-protected from danger.

This might be us in the future, Bly let his lips curl upwards as he rested his head on his right palm, and he saw three Rodian boys in their shirts and beach shorts, carrying their own surfboards. They reminded him of his closest siblings, Ares and Ahri, who hung out with him whenever they’re on a break from war. Ahri and Ares would love surfboarding at the beach.

Aayla glanced at her husband's curiosity and placed her hand on his shoulder, prompting him to shift his focus towards her. “You seemed deep in your thoughts, dear,” the blue Twi'lek teased. “First time on a vacation, commander?”

“Yes, general,” he replied, his voice laced with doubts. “This is my first time I’m going on a vacation with you.”

Aayla let out a chuckle, leaving his cheeks turned pink. “Did I do anything wrong, general?”

“Bly, you know the war is over, right?” she grinned. “Besides, we just got married two days ago, so you can just refer to me by my first name.”

Scratching the back of his head, he nodded slowly as he squirmed his lips and released an agitated laugh. “My apologies, general, I mean, Aayla. I'm still getting used to this new life as a clone. Besides, you referred to me as commander, so I thought I was fighting battle droids on the battlefield.”

“Don't worry about it, dear,” his newly wedded wife smiled, caressing his tan, tattooed cheeks. “You'll get through with this. Besides, I'm also getting the hang of this as a Jedi Master. It’s really difficult to adjust myself after three years of chaos. It’s strange that I have to get used to a peaceful life.”

“Yeah, it is strange,” he bobbed his head solemnly as he reached out his arms and took her hands, reminding him just how lucky both of them finally got to spend quality time with each other, without any interruptions from protocols and orders from a higher authority. “Should we head to our hotel now? I can’t wait to have some privacy together,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows twice.

“Lead the way, my love.”

Placing their suitcases on the red, carpeted floor, Aayla sighed in relief as the couple were greeted with scarlet rose petals on their bed, making them feel welcomed. Feeling a bit of exhaustion from the journey from Coruscant to Moluqu, she slid open the balcony door and gazed at the picturesque view of the beach from their room.

With the warm breeze blowing from the west and the illuminating pink sunlight, she sat on the rattan chair with a delicate, pearly cushion, her legs crossed.

Listening to the cheerful laughter of children, she was brought back down the memory lanes as a young Padawan, who used to sprint around the garden, which was filled with a cherry blossom tree, honeysuckles that were grown in shrubs, and morning glories that tangled around the black, iron gates. Whenever she tried to pluck a blue daisy from a pot, Master Vos always caught her red-handed and chased after her, but Aayla always outran him in the Temple.

I was such a mischievous child in the past, Aayla snickered to herself, looking at the horizon. But I'm grateful for the lessons he taught me, walked me down the aisle and accepted Bly.

The clone trooper glimpsed his wife, who was relaxing on the balcony. Changing into his beach attire, he put on his shades and leaned behind the sliding door, clearing his throat. “Hey, Aayla. We're heading to the beach right now. Are you coming? We haven’t got all day.”

“Of course, dear,” she answered him and got up from her seat. "I'll be right there in a minute.”

As she headed inside, she drew the curtains and changed into an ultramarine strapless bikini top with a high-waisted bikini bottom, carrying her towel by her forearm. Putting on her blueberry flip flops which she bought yesterday at a Coruscant night market, the couple linked arms with each other as they left their hotel room and strolled leisurely towards the beach, feeling the fine, warm sand underneath their bare feet as they took off their shoes.

Despite memorising the colours of the ocean, Bly felt like it was the first time he had experienced the shimmering sea in front of his eyes. He fought at a beach during the second year of the Clone Wars, but his eyes glimmered at the turquoise and deep blue palette of the ocean, where children and adults alike of all species gathered and swam. Rows of coconut trees were swaying with the balmy wind as tourists lay underneath the cooling shade, forgetting all their troubles at the present moment.

Aayla spread out their lemon-patterned beach mat underneath the palm tree, which was stubbier than the coconut trees. The only worst thing that could happen to the couple was a bunch of squirrels invading their peace, which occurred once during a scouting mission. “Well, we found a perfect spot to rest,” he jestered, squeezing her thighs. “Don't you agree, general?”

“Yes, commander,” bemused the Jedi Master, finding his touch rather ticklish. “We managed to find a good spot for us to rest and have a little privacy from the rest.”

He raised one eyebrow at her reply, before realising that he addressed her in a formal tone, just like how it was during the war. “My apologies, Aayla. I swear to the Maker that it was a slip of my tongue.”

“To be honest with you, I still don't mind you calling me general,” she quipped, leaning against the bark of the tree. “After all, I was the one who proposed to you in the first place.”

His smile grew wider as Aayla brought him back to that particular day, one he would never forget. “I still remember that day,” Bly reminisced as he moved his eyes upwards, before gazing at her hazel eyes. “It's as if you got down on your knees yesterday and asked me to be your husband.”

“And you were hesitating to say yes,” she recalled. “It's like you weren't expecting that day to actually come to you.”

“I was overjoyed, but I didn't really know what to say. It's funny that I dreamed of settling down with you when we were secretly together, but yet, my mind went blank when it actually came true.”

Chortling, Aayla slapped her knees and covered her mouth, leaving his cheeks turned red as a beet. “That is completely valid,” she assured him. “Honestly, your feelings that day were valid. It is normal to be nervous about moving on to the next step in life. Believe me, I've been there before and it wasn't easy for me to adapt.”

His eyes widened. “You were jittery before? But you seem so confident and calm all the time.”

“Yeah, it's surprising to see me anxious, but it's normal, you know. Everyone goes through that when they have to step out of their comfort zone. I felt the same way as you did when I decided to marry you.”

“So, how did you cope with your overwhelming doubts?” he asked, leaning closer to her. “Like, what is your secret?”

Aayla took a deep breath as she felt his warmth and gazed at his burnt cocoa eyes, ready to pull him into the other side of her mind. “When I'm in doubt, when my inner voice tells me that it is impossible to do something, when I feel like I'm never going to make it through my obstacles in front of me, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I clear my mind, I remind myself of all the blessings that I have with me and my own strength. That's how I cope with my doubts.”

What an amazing woman, Bly praised, when he heard her smooth voice in his ears. I envy her for sharing her vulnerable side with me. She is as courageous as a lioness on a golden throne. “So what are your blessings in life so far?” he wondered, gazing at the cloudless, azure sky.

Aayla tilted her head upwards as she hummed softly, before shifting her eyes towards him. “Besides surviving the war and getting a chance to see the beauty of life, I am blessed that you have become part of my life. I will never regret meeting you on Kamino, I am glad to see you develop into a better version of yourself, and I am proud to call you my loving, sweet, husband. So thank you, Bly, for choosing to stay with me.”

For a moment, he was speechless. In his mind, he desperately searched for a word that would go well with hers, but for some reason, it was empty. He felt frantic and blamed himself for always keeping quiet in the tender moments with his wife, but then, he remembered every single word she told her, about how she overcame her doubts. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I clear my mind, I remind myself of all the blessings that I have with me and my own strength.

And when he did so, the words that he wanted to spill to her finally popped up in his mind. “Aayla,” he finally spoke, after a few minutes of silence between them. “When I first met you, I only saw you as my superior. Nothing more, nothing less. But then, you sparked a couple of conversations between us, and wow, I actually felt something for you. I mean, I didn't think much about it, though, but as time went by, as battles got brutal and as we spent more time hopping from one planet to another, I realized that I loved you so much. I accepted your flaws, I commend your strength, I acknowledged your quirks, and yeah, I adored your beauty but you know what I loved most about you?”

“What is it, Bly?”

“I cherished your heart. Your valiant, compassionate, heart. That's what attracted me to you in the first place. And you know what? I never regret choosing to love you as my partner, as my confidant, and as my plucky, unfaltering wife.”

As they let their lips brush together, Aayla stood up and dragged Bly for a swim in the shallow part of the ocean, underneath the rosy sunlight. Like their love, the waves flowed with the rhythm as they lived and laughed together, creating everlasting memories on their first day of their honeymoon.

[9tzuyu]

‘run into me sunday’

1/2

summary: natasha wants to help, you have no other option.

warnings: this fic deals with the topic of anorexia, so please don’t read if this may trigger you. yes im projecting my issues into fics again im sorry.

notes: future wanda? idk :p

tag list: @natasha-danvers

requests are open.

natasha was articulate with everything she did. whether it be something as big and important as a mission, or something small as organizing the research she was studying. she was careful, picked up on all the small things other people did in life and remembered them.

so when it came to her attention you were beginning to skip meals, she didn’t push it to the back of her mind and forget about it. instead, natasha treaded carefully, tried to push you lightly to have breakfast with the team or stay for lunch – to spend time with everyone at the dinner table.

but when nothing worked natasha confronted you. she didn’t expect it to go well, she knew it wouldn’t, but the redhead didn’t think you would completely disappear on a four month mission the next say.

there was nothing she could do after that. except wait.

during the four months of your absence, natasha took her time to better educate herself on how to help a loved one with an eating disorder.

don’t be too pushy.

don’t not push at all.

leave the person be.

offer support.

force feed the person.

inpatient recovery.

there was no solid answer as to how to fix you and that bothered nat, more than she liked to admit. it was a tricky situation, but natasha knew you – knew you before your eating disorder. so rather than listening to every little thing every eating disorder resource website said, she figured to trust herself.

the redhead almost forgot about the house she bought. she rarely ever went there because it was so far away from everything and everyone, but her house seemed like the only reasonable option for you.

the week before you came back natasha spent day in and day out cleaning up the place so it would be ready for you. she removed the guest bedroom mattress, per a rule that you would have to sleep with her so she could monitor what you were doing.

when you arrived back, you were in worse shape than she expected you to be. your suit hung heavily atop your body, loose and unfitting. your face was gaunt and sunken in, your hair was thin and your nails were tinged blue. what was most surprising was the smile on your lips as you greeted your teammates.

you’d completely missed the worried glances wanda, steve, tony and everyone else held. you were too excited to be back, ready to perfect yourself even more. surely no one could see any kind of difference, right? you couldn’t. 35 pounds lost and you still felt the same.

wanda was the first to hug you. her hugs were the warmest. an overwhelming urge to protect you overcame the witch as she rubbed her hand up and down your sickly body. her fingertips met with the aggressive ridges of your spine.

bump after bump after bump.

the witch pulled back and kissed your forehead. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too, wanda.”

the rest of the team welcomed you back in their own ways, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward – out of place even. your footing with the group didnt have the same grip as it once did.

twenty minutes later and you returned to your room only to find that your stuff had been packed and loaded in suitcases. panic began to spark in your body and you scrambled to your bathroom. pushing away bottles of advil and pepto bismol, your laxatives were nowhere to be seen.

“i took them away, if that’s what you’re looking for.” a voice came from behind you.

your eyes fell on the redheaded spy leaning against your bathroom doorway. her arms were crossed, but her face remained unreadable.

“why?”

“i think you know why.”

“i-i don’t understand-“

“you’re coming to live with me. away from here, away from everyone else.” at this, you huffed and rolled your eyes as you shoved past natasha.

“this is non negotiable y/n-“

“i know how to take care of myself, natasha.” she chuckled. “yeah, if you call slowly killing yourself self care.”

you didn’t laugh, instead shooting her a glare that told her to get the fuck out of your room. when she didn’t budge, you moved to push her out but to no avail. your muscles had weakened significantly the four months you were away. natasha slightly faltered the second time you shoved her, but her movements were nothing past that.

biting your lip, you looked into natasha’s emerald eyes. her eyebrow was raised and you knew there was no getting out of the inevitable.

without warning natasha pulled you in her arms.

“lets talk.” she murmured quietly. you tensed, but followed natasha to the edge of your bed.

“you’ve got two options. either way you’re benched indefinitely. the first choice you have is to be admitted to a facility that specializes in eating disorders. there, they will be a lot more stricter than what i have planned. your second option is to come live with me. you’ll be expected to eat three meals a day. you can talk to me, or i can find you a therapist and you can talk to them if you feel that is more beneficial or comfortable.”

by now you’d moved to rest your head in natasha’s lap, her fingers rubbing your scalp ever so lightly to ease your anxieties.

“every option you have, you have a say in. i don’t want you to feel forced, but i cannot, will not stand by and watch you do this to yourself.”

there was a gap of silence before you finally spoke. “when do we leave?”

“tonight. everything is set in place for whichever you choose.”

“i’ll go with you,” you sighed. natasha smiled above you before bringing you closer in her lap. “okay. let’s get going.”

[hornyforfictionalpeople]

hi there! i just wanna say that i love your writing and it would make me so happy if you could do a george weasley x ravenclaw!reader smut. just one where it’s both their first time and it’s kinda awkward on both sides but pretty fluffy too. thank you! :)

A Night of Firsts

 A/N: AAAH MY FIRST REQUEST! thank you so much for requesting and you’re too sweet! i did take some creative liberty with this so i hope you don’t mind :) and oml this is my first smut so i’m sorry if it took a bit, i didn’t want it to be pure shit 😅 also i used she/her pronouns but if you were requesting for gender neutral or he/him pronouns please feel free to tell me! i tried looking for any mistakes but i wanted to get this out ASAP. also my requests/inbox are open so please request i pinned the post with my rules on them!

Pairing: George Weasley x ravenclaw!femreader

Warnings: smut (first time between characters) fluff, and a healthy dose of awkward! 😌

You two have been together for a few months, fairly new but the soft caresses and warm snuggles in the dark made it feel longer than that. Every soft kiss that came with sweet promises was true bliss to your ears. Sure you haven’t been together very long and yes no one expected the notorious prankster to get with a more goal-oriented Ravenclaw but so what? You two had it deep for each other, plain and simple. 

You were walking down the halls, deep in thought and making your way to Potions, a class you didn’t want to miss. But very probable detention was the least of your worries, not with this tension between you and George. Now unlike the other squealing, over-sharing girls in your dorm who talked way too loud about their sexual escapades. You had your fair share of kisses, wandering hands that never went below the belt (much to your dismay) but it was uncharted waters, a whole new ordeal you have yet to experience. It’s not that you or George was never in the “mood” per se, but two virgins trying to say they want to “do it” ends with a lot of beating around the bush.

But you have finally had it, this pent up sexual frustration was not helping your ever-working brain. And the constant teasing and jaunts of your fellow dormmates of “Y/N it’s such an experience you’re really missing out” or “Y/N I’ve been with his twin and his was exceptionally sized”. 

But teases aside you had a class to attend, you thought as you sat in your designated seat towards the back of the room where you could see a mop of long ginger hair in the seat beside yours. 

“Hey, darling what’s got your knickers in a twist?” George muttered in your ear as you plopped down in your seat.

“W-what?!” your voice raising an octave with your shock. Red starting to creep around your neck.

“Love are you okay? You walked in and you looked angsty.” George questioned you. 

“N-no I’m fine, really Georgie I am just uh girls in my dorm kept me up all night. Just a bit tired is all.” I mean what else were you supposed to tell your boyfriend, that you were heavily lusting over him and wanted him to finally have sex with you? Not a great conversation starter. “Just shush and eyes up front George, I swear I’m fine.”

“Whatever you say love.” and with that, you opened up your potions textbook, desperately trying to pay attention to the droning tones of Professor Snape.

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God that was the longest class of my life, you thought as you packed everything into your bookbag. 

“You know love if you’re up for it, we can always skip the next class you look a bit tired.” George suggested, eyes searching your face in worry.

Oh god this is embarrassing, I really can’t hide my thoughts easily it seems, you huffed in thought. “You know what George why not? W-we have something to uh discuss anyways.” you replied absentmindedly.

“We do? What is it? New prank idea? A cool invention that can potentially harm someone? Wait! This isn’t the “I think we should see other people conversation” is it? PleaseY/NwhateverIdidIcanmakeituptoyo- *mpfh*”

“Georgie please stop speculating and running your mouth, we are not breaking up anytime in the foreseeable future okay? So please calm down I’m not talking about that, i-it’s er something else okay?” you hastily explained whilst covering George’s mouth with your hand. “J-just come on.” you stutter out moving your hand from his mouth to now his wrist, tugging him out the classroom and down the corridor to your dorm.

“Okay so what is the secret you’ve been dying to tell me?” George wonders aloud as he jumps onto your bed. “Now come on Y/N spill.”

“I-I think no I uh believe that we should uh you know George uhm we should takethenextstepinourrelationship. AndbesidesI’monthepotionsoIwon’tgetpregnantoranythingyouknow? Oh thank god that was good to get out I’ve been holding that in for far too long.” you rush out all in one breath.

“Y-you mean s-sex?” George questioned, a rapidly deepening bright red settling upon his face.

“I mean yes I’m very ready but I really won’t try anything u-unless you would want to as well of course and I really don’t want to force you into anything really but I mean if say I’m ready and your ready and uh we are ready together-”

“Love,” George says as he rises from the bed to walk next to you and massage your arms - finally understanding, “We can but only if you’re ready alright? Just tell me clearly.” 

“George I really want to.” you softly murmur as his hands start trailing towards your shoulders, curling a tendril of Y/H/C around his finger.

“Okay uhm, this is also my first time so uh if something hurts or you don’t like it just uh t-tell me to stop okay?” he says as he trails soft kisses down your throat, stripping you of your robes and undershirt.

His warm breath was making your skin overheat as he made a path down your body with his lips. Goodness the girls were right, I really was missing out, you thought as George started sucking deep bruises on your clavicle. He tentatively looked up at you as he made his way to your chest and a small nod from you egged him on. His long fingers slipping around your sides to unclasp your bra, slowly removing it from your body so he can commit every expanse of your body to memory. Each curve and soft arch were devoured by his eyes.

Continuing his journey exploring your crevices, he leaned down further towards your breast and cautiously started to feel around, listening for every small moan or quick breath that indicated he was doing something right. Replacing his hands with his mouth, he slowly led a path down your collarbone to the valley of your breasts, littering kisses all over your bust.

Stopping just below your hips, he slowly makes work of your trousers - slowly sliding them down along with your underwear and taking in the gorgeous view beneath him. 

“Goodness darling, you’re stunning.” he murmurs as he leans down all the way positioning himself right at your all ready slick entrance. “I-I’ll just go really slow and uh pinch my wrist if it’s too much, okay love?”

He continues with a nod from you, his movements slow and unsure as he sheathes himself inside of you. Inch by tanalyzingly slow inch, listening for every wince of uncomfort or gasp of pleasure. He stills himself halfway in when he hears your sharp intake of breath.

“Babe you have to loosen up or it will hurt worse okay?” he murmurs softly, stroking your hair in attempt of soothing you. “J-just go in a-all the way. I-It doesn’t hurt that much.”

“Okay love, just breathe.” he answers as he bottoms out in you, filling you to the brim with his length. Heavy, wanting pants escape from the both of you as George experimentally pulls out a little and pushes back in.

Seeing your pleasure in his actions he starts a pace, blissfully pausing every time he presses inside of you. Eye rolling back into your head with each cautious thrust, your fingers tangle in George’s soft hair, wanting to feel any part of him you can.

As he picks up his thrusting, his big hands come to wrap around your waist and up to your chest, carefulling pulling and tweaking each breast with fevor. Both of you in a newly discovered state of euphoria. Bodies tangling together, writhing with sexual content.

Each moan of yours egging George on, closer and closer to both of yours peaks. His hand cautiously moving towards your mound, slowling finding and circling your clit with pure luck. His hips and fingers work harder, desperate to get both you and him to your sweet releases.

Each flick of his fingers, thrust of his hips, and your adamant tugs on his hair makes something snap gloriously within both of you. A flowing stream finally let free as you both reach your highs. Pleasure overwhelming the both of you in waves, twitching legs pulling tighter around each other. Bodies in a thin layer of sweat due and both heads of hair in disarray.

George lands feather-light pecks on your neck as you both come down from your peaks. He slowly hikes you up onto his torso, sinking down under the covers in exhaustion. Holding you tight like a lifeline. Stroking your hair in weary circles, breaths mixing together and softening as your tiredness overcame you.

[pen-observing]

Yellow feelings

You hold pure feelings for an unpure being. Then again, so does Lucifer.

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Walking through the garden you tried to remember a truth universally acknowledged. In nature, and in solitude, lies the place where humans have to be honest with themselves. Where humans have to admit to their emotions. What nature was more beautiful than the unique hybrid flowers decorating the paths of the House of Lamentation? What nature so odd to a human vessel? Among these paths is where the fragility of humanity turns into undeniable honesty. Why? You realize how small you are whilst your feelings overwhelm your body and soul. You realize that truth sets free in all cases.  

When you strayed off the path and walked the streets alone, in moments Mammon had a photoshoot so he could not tag along, you could lie to yourself. You could lie in the halls of RAD. You could stay quiet in front of Diavolo. In a way; you would, in an impulsive moment, even lie to the most powerful being of that strange world. But, my dear, you cannot lie to yourself.

What is the difference between love uttered and love unspoken? The simple secret, once complexities are out of the way, is how it influences people. The massive love which marks growth everyday inside your hearth is unspoken. It is secret. Unlike those that utter the feelings to regain control, you try to swim inside the flutters and crashes of waves that a single glace may bring. You try to fight, you try to silently give in but the end result it always the same. Unspoken love towards him drowns you. It does not even give you a glimmer of a glowing chance to fight back.

You have contemplated long and hard about what having these feelings towards Lucifer really meant. You have questioned and wandered into depths of your mind in trying to find answers. Denial was the strongest weapon at first.  

Maybe you watching the way his glowed hand held the tea cup just meant you wanted to find more grace? Perhaps knowing how his hair decorated his features just meant admiring the beauty of a creature who once was an angel? Perhaps knowing which eye of his would twitch first from another crazy idea the prince had was just you, well, finding fun in such circumstances?

Oh, how denial came naturally to you. Oh, how denial dispersed once your feet stood on the stone grounds to look at the flowers.

What you held for Lucifer; shielded in such a small body, guarded with such helpless hands and nurtured with unnoticed care was not, - could not - be anything short of love.

These hybrid flowers were witnesses to your promise. These cold stones showed you the path towards fulfilling it. You swore to tell Lucifer the truth.  

Countlessly drowning in waves of secret love would hurt immensely.

Knowing yourself meant taking determined steps towards his study with wavering confidence. If you did not confess now, your own cowardice would eat away any other chance. Why was it that in this moment, in this brief time, you felt so brave? Fate, my dear.

Your feet carried you in front of his door. The door that was almost always slightly ajar, just in case some brother was sneaking out front trying to play another petty trick towards the man that undeniably felt fond of them. His door seemed to loom over you like never before. It seemed to carry a warning. The anxiety of finally uttering feelings, as you did not plan a confession yet, kept growing. However, your impulsive bravery overcame it and stepped a bit closer.  

“Pass me my favorite pen, please?”, Lucifer’s voice stopped your hand. Your breathing. All at once. It cut through the air.

Who was the other person in Lucifer’s sacred room? Who was he speaking to in such a voice? Surely, it made you stop but this; this voice plainly displayed exhaustion. Lucifer usually masked worries and held up a proud persona. He had invisible walls to represent himself in such a light that would intimidate everyone. And, hold up- Lucifer has a favourite pen? How come you did not know this despite all the habits your love swayed you to see?

Whoever the other person was in the room with him did not reply. Why? Why was there no reply? If you are breaking the moral codes of privacy just by staying rooted in curiosity they might as well offer something. Anything. Who was the person Lucifer let his guard down for?

Your vision could only take in a bit of what was happening. With quiet breathing and an even quieter step forward; you ducked to see into the room more.

“Oh.”

It is odd how sometimes a heart carrying so much love can break; logical realizations along with atmosphere impressions do not ask you whether the emotions were spoken yet. People always claim that expressions of great partnership and infatuation are carried out with grand displays of affection. Grand displays can feel special regardless of what the person means to you sometimes. You always looked at the little things; the things that stand as invisible strings of love between two people. And, what you saw was enough.  

You looked at the sight smiling softly. The need to ardently confess to Lucifer was vanished. It was replaced by understanding and a soft heartbreak. Unspoken love deserves this kind of heartbreak, this kind of ending, my dear.

What do you think hurts more? Rejection after a confession or not a chance to confess at all? I claim it is never having confessed while wishing the object of your affection all the best in this world.

How dare you walk away from the study door faster than you came? How dare you not notice the garden flowers expressing a sad ode to your feelings? How dare you curse the stone path which lead you there? It is paradoxical really. How could you smile when you saw Diavolo’s hand gracefully extend a pen towards Lucifer? How could you smile at Lucifer’s loose tie while Diavolo gazed at him like he was still an angel? It was true intimacy. True intimacy was in that space, between Lucifer and Diavolo; in small moments of everyday life that signified something so grand. It signified a true mark of love.

So, how could you smile and wish their love all the best yet still shed tears and run away from that sight? Run away from that space? Where were you running with such clouded eyes? How did you manage to stay so quiet?

You did not know. All you knew was that a path seemed to open up. It led somewhere you never explored before. Was it always here? Running from something is easier than not knowing where you are running. Something tugged your soul towards that field. Something your clouded eyes could not recognize.  

Perhaps it was the magic of humanity?

Was it even necessary to name the force that lead you to a small field which seemed to stand alone in that strange world? No. That field called upon you to answer. The steps carrying you there reached their destination. You stopped in the middle and looked around.

Daffodils. This place was overflowing with daffodils.   Golden stars amongst the green grass welcomed you as one of their own.  

This was the first time that the Devildom was kind enough to show flowers from the human world. It awakened something within you. A spark.  

“I wandered lonely as a cloud...”

Those words just came out of your mouth as if asking to harmonize with the surrounding scenery.

Yellow flowers. What does that love mean now? Blue feelings. Where is that love supposed to go?  

Thinking back...when did romantic love lead you up until now?

You dropped down on your knees, completely quiet as one tear drop slid down your right cheek. Yellow feelings. 

While gazing at the daffodils in front; you brought your hands up, palms pressed together.  In this strange world you found a place to be a broken human again. The gaze shifted towards the sky.

“Please, God, do not let my love be in vain forever.”

Here you were. Praying in a field of yellow under the eternally dark sky. Hoping that your next love, uttered or unspoken, would not waste away.

What is this? Okay basically, I wandered lonely as a cloud is a name of a poem which starts that same way. I had to learn it for one of my classes. It is by Wordsworth and you can read it if you wish to understand more. It is about him being lonely and wandering around until daffodils /which, signify unrequited love by the way) charm him. It is my way of saying unrequited love is not the end, while it is very common. No, I do not ship Dialuci but Diavolo was the first one that came to my mind!

[miracu-ace]

Feel you here beside me

Happy holidays @chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay! As your secret santa, I’ve written you a Lukanette story featuring the soulmate AU, where soulmates can feel any intense emotions that their soulmate’s feel. This went through several re-writes so I apologize for cutting it so close to the deadline, but here it is!

@mlsecretsanta

For Marinette, there were many times growing up that she doubted whether or not she had a soulmate. She couldn’t recall ever being overcome by a strong emotion that wasn’t directly linked back to how she herself was feeling. But according to her parents, everyone had one some were just more obvious than others. 

The first time she actually noticed a difference, Marinette was working late on a school project. She had been spending hours staring at a blank screen in the hopes that inspiration would strike and she could complete her written report before it was due the next day. But nothing would come to her. All she could think about was the overwhelming stress of turning in another assignment late and disappointing both her teacher and her parents. The stress alone had her spinning in her computer chair.

On the verge of giving up, Marinette covered her face in her hands. She could attempt to go to sleep now and maybe get up early enough to actually be able to focus in the morning or she could push through in the hopes something would come to her. Granted she had a bad habit of sleeping in and at this rate, it seemed like she would even if she completed the assignment.

Gradually she felt a soothing wave wash over her. And her shoulders relaxed. And her thoughts were no longer racing. And she didn’t feel so hopeless. And then just calm.

It was as if someone were draping a warm, soothing blanket over her shoulders. As if she was feeling someone else’s emotions, someone like her soulmate!

A gentle sigh escaped her lips and Marinette sent a silent thank you to her soulmate. Whatever they were doing they were managing to overcome her emotions with their own. The thought alone helped Marinette relax, finally knowing that she wasn’t so alone like she had feared. There was someone out there that could match her stress and overpower it with a sense of calmness.

For a moment Marinette lost herself in thought again. Guilt. Her soulmate would be around her age of course, but would they already have grey hair? Aside from Marinette, who else could handle her daily stressors? Between running late to school, staying up late working on homework assignments, and everything else, how could someone else handle all this random stress? 

Her dad had even mentioned how before meeting her mother, he would stress bake whenever he felt any intense emotion from her.

Marinette almost laughed when the wave of calmness came back. Subtle at first, but still effective. As if her soulmate were trying to soothe her fears once more.

“Ok, I’ll take the hint,” Marinette whispered to herself. “Thank you.”

A small smile formed on her lips as she began typing out her report.

“Someday you will have to tell me your secret to staying so calm.”

~~-~~

The day that Marinette became Ladybug, she started to worry in the back of her mind about her soulmate. It was one thing to have the weight of Paris on her shoulders, but now she was giving that stress to someone else without any of the necessary context.

Through all of her interaction with Stoneheart as Ladybug, Marinette couldn’t feel her soulmate’s soothing calm over her own feelings. Which in turn only enhanced her fear and self-doubt. Even with Tikki and Chat Noir, she felt alone again.

All until Alya was trapped by cars as Stoneheart went on another rampage. The desire to help Alya overcame her worries and she accepted the ladybug miraculous. Just as the magic of the suit was washing over her, she could feel the wave of calm again. Mixed in there was a hint of relief that Marinette was overcoming her own doubts and a sense of pride for her.

~~-~~

So much worry. Luka wasn’t sure why, but his soulmate was stressed beyond belief at the sudden introduction of akumas. Her emotions before now were nothing in comparison. More than anything, he hoped she was safe.

Normally in times like these, Luka would strum his guitar and play a soothing melody. One that would break through his soulmate’s stress and help her calm down, but now he couldn’t seem to break through to her. 

Not until Ladybug seemed to show up again. As soon as he had seen her on TV zipping into action, Luka imagined his soulmate found some relief in the superhero. She was still doubtful, but Luka took it as an opportunity to play his guitar and focus on sending soothing thoughts to her.

Confidence answered him back and Luka smiled to himself. Whatever had happened to his soulmate during Stoneheart, they were safe now and seemed to be more confident in themselves now.

“I’ll have to thank Ladybug for this someday.” Luka thought to himself as the ladybugs washed over Paris.

~~-~~

The day Luka became Viperion, he began to understand what made a person lose themselves in self-doubt. The weight of a miraculous was a heavy burden, but Luka also found it to be a source of power. While his soulmate handled her emotions better after Stoneheart, there were still times when he could feel her concern grow during a particularly powerful akuma. As Viperion, he could take a more active role to help his soulmate.

Every time Ladybug came to his requesting assistance in her and Chat Noir’s battle with the akumas, Luka was quick to accept her offer.

~~-~~

“Ladybug!” Viperion called, his freehand laying over his Miraculous. “Are you alright?”

Winded, Ladybug took a deep breath and gave herself a moment to collect her thoughts.

“I’m fine. Just taking a breather before I rejoin Chat Noir in the fight.” Ladybug called back, turning her face to look at Viperion.

Even from a distance, Viperion could see the crease in her brows, made all the more evident by her mask.

Doubt. Fear.

Suddenly, Viperion’s mind was clouded with his soulmate’s emotions.

Without thinking about it, Viperion moved his hand away from his miraculous and pulled his lyre from his side. He began to strum his fingers along the strings. While he usually enjoyed the comfort of feeling his soulmate’s emotions, as if they were always next to him, he couldn’t afford to lose focus with so much on the line.

When he played music like this, Viperion liked to imagine that his music conveyed the words he wanted to share with his soulmate even if they couldn’t hear him play.

Ladybug was surprised as she watched Viperion play his lyre. As Marinette, she had heard him play his guitar before, but not like this. Through the instrument, it was as if Viperion were having an intimate conversation with someone.

At the same time, Ladybug could gradually feel her soulmate’s feelings wash over her. Their feelings calmed her nerves and Ladybug could feel her confidence growing once more. Reinvigorated, Ladybug wound up her yoyo before propelling herself back into the fight with Chat Noir.

A sigh escaped Viperion’s lips as he felt his soulmate calming down. He slipped his lyre back on his side and held his free hand back over his miraculous, prepared to call second chance if needed.

~~-~~

“Thank you for your help today, Luka.” Ladybug smiled, “You did a great job.”

“Of course,” Luka replied, placing the snake miraculous in her outstretched hand.

With the snake miraculous back in her hands, Ladybug prepared to send off her yoyo before hesitating for just a moment.

“I was curious”, Ladybug started until Luka interrupted her.

“About why I was playing the lyre?” Luka couldn’t help but laugh, “It’s an old habit I picked up. Usually, when my soulmate would get stressed out in the past and I could feel her emotions spiraling out of control, I figured out that I could play my guitar and help her calm down. I’ve always been pretty calm so I always worried my soulmate would feel alone, but at least this way I know they can feel me silently supporting them.”

A shy smile made its way onto Luka’s face and Ladybug couldn’t help but blush in return. She felt a swelling in her chest and she wondered silently to herself if her soulmate was standing in front of her now. It would make sense after all. Who else could handle emotions like that than Luka who was always so calm and relaxed? What were the odds?

Ladybug wanted to ask more questions, but the beeping in her ears reminded her that she was limited on time.

“Your soulmate sounds like a very lucky person.” Ladybug smiled, “I hope you get the chance to meet them soon if you haven’t already.”

With those words, Ladybug sent her yoyo high into the rooftops above before giving a sharp tug and flying into the sky after it.

Luka watched as she disappeared, feeling a likewise similar warmth in his chest and wondering idly if it was his own feeling or his soulmates. Or maybe both.

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//new beginnings. bokuto koutarou//

Warnings: some mild swearing.

Word Count: 1.5K

Notes: i straight up said, “forget my french paper.  Papa bokuto and his owlets.”

*Part 2 to Next Chapter*

“Alright, do you three think you can handle this box?  It’s kind of heavy,” Bokuto asked, picking up one of the final boxes from the back of the moving truck.

“Yes, Papa!”

“Okay, you three.  Show me your big strong muscles first.  I gotta make sure you’re strong enough.”  He lifted his arm, flexing his bicep to show off his toned muscles, flashing his kids a bright smile.

The triplets all raised their arms, copying their father’s pose to prove that they were more than strong enough to carry your box of clothes into the house.  Bokuto hummed as he looked at them, nodding slightly at the sight of their five year-old noodle arms.  “Dang, you guys must’ve been working out.  You look stronger than me!  Okay, can you take this box into Papa’s room?”  He asks, leaning down to hand the kids the box.

Three heads nodded vigorously as they grabbed a hold of the box and cautiously started carrying it in the house.  “Woah!  Is your dad making you guys do all of the work?”  You ask, laughter etching into your voice as you step out of the front door to get another box.

“Yeah!” Koujirou huffed.

“Well, that’s not very fair.  Why don’t you just set that one down there and go take a break?  We can make your dad carry it the rest of the way.”

They don’t have to be told twice.  The box is dropped without a second thought and the triplets are racing inside to feel the relief of the cool house.  “You know, I’m pretty sure child labor is illegal,” you tease, picking the box up from the ground.

Bokuto rolled his eyes, tucking the final box from the moving truck under his arm.  His hand reached out to ruffle your hair, pushing your head away playfully as he approached you.  “Oh, come on, one box wasn’t going to kill them.  Besides, did you see their muscles?  They take after their dad for sure.”  He beams brightly at you, holding his arm out so you feel his muscles flex and relax under the fabric of his t-shirt.

You simply hum, pushing the door open for the both of you.  There were piles upon piles of boxes strewn throughout the living room, the most obvious sign of the laziness that overcame you half-way through your move-in.  It still felt so weird, knowing that your apartment was now sitting completely empty and would remain that way until your lease was up, but it was worth it.  You were taking big steps in, not only your life, but your relationship with the man you loved.  To be frank, it scared you.  It had only been a few short months since you first met Bokuto’s children and now, you were moving in, becoming an even bigger part of their lives.  It was one thing for you to spend weekends over, to sit up in the stands with the kids during MSBY games, to sit and laugh with them for short periods of time.  But, to be with them full time?  It had your heart racing with anxieties.  

You didn’t know how to be a parent, let alone how to be a parent to children that weren’t even biologically yours.  What if they didn’t want to listen to you?  Would they just see you as some glorified babysitter who just happened to be living in their home?  There were a million questions running through your head.  Would your maternal instincts ever kick in or would you constantly be in a state of not knowing how to handle what was going on around you?

One by one, boxes had been carried to their respective rooms and their contents were slowly but surely put away.  The triplets had had their eyes trained on the television as brightly colored cartoons rolled across the screen ever since they were released from their moving duties.  And now, as you sat on your now-shared bed, unable to find the will to finish putting away your clothes, everything felt so wrong.  You shouldn’t be here, not yet, at least.  How were you supposed to take care of three little kids when you could barely look after yourself?  The shirt in you had been folding became balled up in your fists as all of those doubts clouded your mind.  You had been moved-in for less than a day and you were already on the verge of your breaking point- what an impression.

“You’re stressed,” Bokuto states simply, eyeing you from the doorway.  His hair sat messily against his head, droplets of water dripping down onto his shoulders, an indicator of his recent shower.  

You meet his golden irises that somehow look even more radiant in the low lighting of the bedroom, melting your heart the same way that they always did.  You just shake your head.  “No, I’m fine, Kou.  Don’t worry about it.”

The bed shifts behind you as he takes a seat, pulling you back into his chest.  “Too late.  What’s on your mind?”  His fingers trail delicately up and down your arms, sending soft shivers throughout your body.

“How did you become a dad?”

His fingers stop and you can feel his chest shaking with laughter.  “I think someone needs to go back to sex ed.”

“Ha ha, very funny, Kou,” you tease, reaching behind you to playfully smack his arm.  “I mean, how did you know how to be a dad?  Did you always just know?”

He snorts slightly.  “Hell no.  I spent the first six months of their lives barely being able to tell them apart.  You really think I knew how to be a father?”

“I don’t know. . .  You’re so good with them and it’s really obvious that they love and look up to you.  What if I’m not able to be a good mom to them?”

You can feel your body relax as his long fingers move towards your hair.  If you were able to see his face, you would’ve seen the most beautiful smile to ever grace his features cross over his face.  “Y/N, if I thought that you weren’t going to be a good mom, I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with us.  Hell, I wouldn’t have even introduced you to them.  It’s scary.  Trust me, I know, but I promise, one day, it will all just click and you’ll know exactly what to do.  But, when I see you with them,” he pauses, unable to stop the grin that overwhelms him as he speaks, “I realize that this is what’s been missing from our little family.  Madori’s been missing someone who actually knows how to braid her hair.  Fukurou needed someone who could ease him out of his shell better than I ever could.  You’ve taught Koujirou so much!  Damn, that kid was obsessed with dinosaurs before you came in, but now that you’re around, answering his questions a hell of a lot better than I ever could?  He’s going to be one smart kid.  But, me?  I’ve been looking for someone who could make me as happy as those little shits do.  I never thought I would be able to find it, but then you just, quite literally, came crashing into my life-”

“You ran into me, don’t get it twisted.”

“Wow, here I am, trying to be sentimental and you get caught up in the specifics,” Bokuto sighs, resting his chin on top of your head.  “As I was saying before someone interrupted me, if I didn’t know that you would be the perfect fit for us, we wouldn’t be here right now.  It takes time, but I’ll be right by your side the entire time.  We’re starting something new and beautiful and I can’t wait to see how the rest of our life unfolds.”

Silence fills the room as you stare at the ceiling, captivated by the blades of the ceiling fan spinning in their predestined circle.  It’s boring, living life in that straight-forwarded, molded way, but it was always the life that you thought you’d be living.  You believed that it was always: fall in love, get married, have children.  But, you had been given an alternate route to your story.  One that had children already in the mix when you fell in love, but he was right.  It was new and exciting, but more than anything it was beautifully yours.  It was a story that was unique to the two of you and one that you couldn’t wait to continue.  

“Hey, Kou?”

“What’s up, babe?”

“I can’t wait to spend my life with you.”

That contagious smile spread over his lips all over again, grey locks tickling your cheek as he nuzzles his nose against your shoulder, planting loving kisses against your skin.  “I’m going to make you happy, I promise.  And all of those worries about being a part of their lives?  We’re going to make them go away.  Together, okay?”

{Taglist because I literally always forget when I initially post: @nicka-nell @moncymonce @nekxrizawa so you can have the sweet sweet Kouddi content}

[ambientstars]

Could I please request thirteenth Doctor & fem!reader where the reader has a soft squishy tummy and she’s kind of insecure about it? 🥺

Gif credit: unknown

Note: not my best work and I haven’t proofread it yet because I’m too tired so apologies for any mistakes. Anyway here’s this. And please please remember that no matter what you look like, you are beautiful and perfect and I love you 🖤

- - -

You took a deep breath as you looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing down your tight fitting dress. The Doctor had chosen it, explaining that she thought the colour of it would bring out your eyes.

She had been right, of course, your eyes glowing against the soft fabric that shimmered in the spotlights above you, but still you felt uncomfortable and embarrassed.

The dress wasn’t the problem, rather the way it sat over your stomach and highlighting all the places on your body that you disliked greatly.

“Are you ready to go?”

The voice of The Doctor echoed around the room, your muscles softening at the sound. She would always be the best form of relaxation, just her presence was enough to make you breathe like you’d been drowning and were finally allowed up for air.

You made a sound of agreement and turned to face her in her tux, altered to be the same length and style as her usual coat and trousers.

She adjusted her bow tie and smiled brightly, her eyes creasing at the corners. “After you.”

She gestured for you to walk ahead of her out of the room, her smile never faltering. You appreciated her chivalry, but it made you uncomfortable to know she’d be looking at the back of you, taking in your unflattering appearance and most likely making silent judgments.

You mumbled a small thank you and forced your legs to move forward towards the door.

“So, where are we going?”

“You’ll see!” The Doctor rushed past you once you reached the console room, pulling a lever that brought the machine to a halt.

She opened the door and poked her head out to make sure you had landed in the right place and then looked back at you. “Come on, then!”

Her smile was contagious, a smile of your own forcing it’s way into your face. You pushed aside your negative thoughts and followed as The Doctor stepped outside to the mystery location.

You entered a grand hall, it’s wide marble floor filled with people who appeared to be human, but you knew well enough to know that they probably weren’t.

Golden pillars stood tall at each corner of the hall, leading to the ceiling that adorned a beautiful design of swirling patterns that resembled long leaf stems, connecting at the ends to form an endless stream like bunting along the edges, framing the stunningly detailed mural in the centre.

Large chandeliers hung above the heads of the dancing guests, shining brightly in a warm hue, sparkling like diamonds and projecting reflections onto the walls.

“Doctor, this is…” you stopped to think of an appropriate word to sum up just how wonderful this room was. “Incredible.”

“I knew you’d like it.” She beamed beside you, also looking out at the cheerful crowd. “Want to dance?”

You weren’t much of a dancer and in fairness, neither was The Doctor, but she led you over to an open space on the floor and held you close, swaying you both from side to side, her arms around your waist.

It felt nice to be so close to her, to share an intimate moment with her, her gentle eyes locked on yours and her mouth pulled up into a small smile as a sign that she, too, was enjoying the moment.

However, despite the warm tingling the feeling of closeness gave you, you were still very much aware that she could feel your body against hers, her arms and hands touching places on you that sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

Negative thoughts swarmed your mind again, the angry voices screaming at you, making their judgements of how disgusting and unappealing you are very clear.

“What’s wrong?”

The Doctor’s voice was calm and soothing against the voices in your head, full of concern and curiosity.

You shook your head and smiled to dismiss any of her worries. “Just a little thirsty.”

Her face changed to a look of content, accepting your answer as the truth. “Let me get you something to drink. You wait right here.”

- -

“I’m getting kind of tired.” You said with a yawn, your back slumped against the marble statue of an almost naked man on the balcony of the grand hall.

You’d been here all evening, dancing with The Doctor for hours, holding each other close and quietly talking about everything and nothing as you swayed.

The night had been wonderful, everything you had ever dreamed of. You were the happiest you’d been for a very long time and you highly doubted it you’d feel this way if the timelord hadn’t been by your side the entire time.

“Want to see our room?”

“Our room?”

She nodded. “I may, or may not, have accidentally destroyed the part of the TARDIS that had our bedrooms in it. And I know how you humans like to spend your lives sleeping so until the ol’ girl rebuilds that part of herself, we have a room here.”

You took a moment to process all the information she had presented you with, wondering when and how she had created said destruction to the poor timeship, and how she had said our room.

“We do not spend our lives sleeping!” You quipped, following her up the winding staircase towards the second floor, your hands tugging the dress up slightly so that you didn’t trip on the length of it under your feet.

She gave you a pointed look over her shoulder, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. “You literally spend a third of your lives asleep. That’s almost 230,000 hours wasted away in favour of lying unconscious when you could be doing other things.”

You huffed through your nose, dropping the subject, knowing you weren’t about to win this fight.

She led the way down long corridors and up even more stairs, the rest of the building decorated just as beautifully as the great hall, it’s walls adorned with portraits of important people and framed with the same swirling patterns as the ceiling.

“Here we are.” The Doctor announced, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside, leaving you to quietly trail in behind. You looked around as you entered, taking note that the design of the building's decor also moved into the bedrooms.

You sat on the edge of the bed, the one bed. “Uh Doctor?”

She looked up from whatever trinket she had found and put it back down on the dresser, giving you her full attention.

“There’s only one bed.”

She frowned, confused. “Is that a problem?”

“No, not a problem,” you quickly corrected, your gaze falling to your lap in embarrassment. “It’s just that we’ll be sleeping together… in the same bed.”

The Doctor laughed lightly, the sound of it relaxing you ever so slightly. “I won’t be sleeping. You have the whole bed to yourself.”

You made a conscious effort to ignore the feeling of disappointment that also came flooding in with understanding and relief. “Right.”

- -

You watched silently from under the covers as The Doctor gazed out the window, watching something or someone move around the garden. She, too, stayed quiet so that you could sleep, or at least attempt to.

You clenched your jaw tightly until it ached, desperately trying to stop your teeth from chattering, the coldness of the room seeping through the layers of fabric until it reached your bones.

“Cold?”

You nodded at The Doctor’s question, although she could see from your shivering that you were. “A bit.”

She made her way over, her movements swift and fluid, her feet moving with purpose. She kicked off her boots at the end of the bed and climbed in under the covers with you, her slender body slipping in right next to yours.

She pulled you closer so that your body was squashed right up against hers and your head was forced to rest on the spot on her chest, just below her shoulder. She snaked an arm around your middle to keep you close and pulled the covers right up to your chin with her free hand.

“Better?”

You swallowed nervously, feeling comforted and overwhelmed at the same time. In truth, it was better - the shivering had already begun to die down and your stiffened muscles relaxed, a contented sigh escaping you. But your proximity to each other made your heart race, your stomach doing somersaults.

Her thumb absentmindedly stroked the skin of your side and panic overcame you, knowing she was feeling a part of you that you despised under it. You quickly moved her hand up towards your shoulder instead, keeping it there with your hand on hers.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, closing your eyes in an effort to brush off the subject and fall asleep, your body now warm enough to fall into unconsciousness.

A finger lifted your chin so that you were forced to look up at her. From this angle, she looked different, but still just as beautiful. “Tell me.”

You looked away again, releasing a nervous breath. “I don’t like being touched there.”

You couldn’t see her face now that you had turned your head back to its original position, but you guessed that her brows were knitted in confusion, the crease between them deepening.

“Why not?”

It wasn’t hard to confide in The Doctor, her kind eyes locked on yours when you whispered a secret, the non judgment in her voice as she gave you advice back, her gentle hands on your arms as a reminder that she was truly there in the moment and listening - all of it made it easy to trust in her and tell her even the hardest of truths, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

You carefully picked up a small piece of lint from the other side of her chest between your fingers as you whispered, focusing your eyes on it so as to keep yourself from tearing up.

“It’s all squishy and gross.”

“Hey,” the timelord beneath you snapped back quickly, her tone displeased. “Your body is not gross!”

“But I-“

“It may be squishy, but you know what else it is?” She sat up, effectively forcing your body to fall beside her as she turned to face you. “Beautiful. This body carries and protects you everyday. It keeps your heart and your mind safe, it protects the organs you need to live. It grows and changes, and breaks, and thrives! The human body is amazing, truly, and a little bit of extra soft and warm padding shouldn’t get in the way of you loving the body you have.”

Tears brimmed your eyes, your bottom lip wobbling despite being sucked into your mouth. You should’ve known that The Doctor would view your body, along with everyone else’s, as a magnificent organic machine that against all odds, grew and repaired itself, and battled against the elements. To her, the human body was a glorious physical representation of just how far evolution had come and she admired it deeply.

To her, beauty wasn’t defined by size or shape, by colour or style. To her, beauty was smiles of happiness and tears of sadness, resilience and natural radiance, creative minds and beating hearts.

She placed her hands on either side of your waist, holding gently so as not to frighten you. “Who told you that your body is gross?”

You fought back a cringe and drew in a shaky breath, avoiding The Doctor’s narrowed eyes. “Well, no one in particular.”

She sighed like her heart was broken and in response your chest tightened with guilt. “Look at me.”

You did as asked, forcing your eyes to meet hers. She carried an expression on her face that you hadn’t seen before, something between disbelief and worry, whatever she was feeling, it wasn’t positive.

“This wonderfully unique body you have,” she spoke quietly, putting all of her truth and conviction behind her words, desperate for you to really, truly hear them. “Is perfect.”

A tear escaped as you blinked, quickly falling down your cheek before you could raise your hand to wipe it away. The Doctor’s hand came to rest on the now damp cheek and swiped the following tear away with her thumb, her eyes never leaving yours.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your tightened throat refused to release a sound. So instead you pulled her back down to you, holding her flush against you in a bone crushing hug she had not expected.

Silently you sobbed as she held you close, your warmth spreading to your cheeks and circling around the pit of your stomach.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever truly come to love the body you were in, but The Doctor’s opinion was the only one that mattered and that was enough for you. Maybe she’d have to remind you of your beauty every day and you had no doubt that she would, but tonight was a start and already you felt better with your skin pressed against hers.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Human-G.M

“I was just wondering if I could request some George fluff? I’m having a really bad week due to anxiety and I’m in dire need of something to make me feel better :( maybe something like George comforts the reader whilst they’re feeling low and anxious?”

Pairing: George Memeulous x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k+

Pronouns: They/Them

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They hadn't been doing that well, Y/n couldn't help but feel stress overwhelm them more often. Little things had started to become so much more distressful for them, such as getting to the right place on time. They just felt like so much was on their plate. Y/n had started to go to bed later and wake up earlier. They had begun to cut out time with friends, Y/n just felt so busy. Even when Y/n got a bit of free time, they didn't feel free. It felt like Y/n had just forgotten something. So even when they were able to take a moment to themself and just breathe, they couldn't. They needed to keep working. When Y/n finally found time to relax, they never could. Their mind would start to just pick at themself, over-analyzing every moment that passed. 'Why did you do that?' 'You don't look good at all today.' 'She doesn't actually wanna hang out with you today, she's just saying that to be nice.' 'Stop being such a bore.' 'People are gonna think we look bad.' Just being an overthinker was one of the reasons Y/n had tried to keep busy. If they had their mind on other things, they wouldn't be able to pick at their own insecurities. Y/n understood this may not be the best way to deal with their anxiety and stress, but it definitely made them feel better about themself. They would rather become unnerved over the amount of work they would put on their own plate instead of being anxious over their insecurities. Y/n had known this wasn't healthy. They knew it wasn't smart of them to push their friends away only to focus on getting random tasks done. And they weren't the only one who knew it. Their boyfriend had noticed almost right away. George and Y/n had been dating for a little bit over a year now, over time they had ended up developing a relationship where they weren't just in a relationship, but they had also become good friends. George had learned how to read Y/n like an open book, so he could tell when something was certainly wrong. As soon as Y/n had started to busy themself with constant work, he had noticed it. Every time he had tried to get Y/n to go on a date night, they said no. 'I'm sorry, Georgie. I took on my coworker's shift Friday night.' 'What about Saturday?' 'This weekend I'm planning to visit my cousin to help her set up her nursery for my niece.' A small bit of George was worried. Maybe Y/n was only doing all of this to keep themself away from him. What if they had decided they no longer wanted a relationship with him and was planning to break up with him? As the days rolled on, and Y/n stayed busy, George just needed an answer to everything. He needed to know if this was Y/n's way of showing him they lost interest in their relationship. He knew that at this point there was no telling when Y/n would be at their flat considering how they always wanted to be on their feet. So one afternoon, he found himself at the front door of his partner's flat, his spare key in hand. As soon as he stepped inside the flat, he could tell no one was there. All the lights were off, throw pillows on the living room couch had been tossed about the room messily while George could notice rings on the glass of Y/n's coffee table. It was strange, whenever it came to the coffee table, they made sure to use coasters. Why suddenly start leaving marks on the table Y/n had tried to keep clean since they first got it? Walking into Y/n's kitchen, George had been surprised by the untidiness. It was normal for Y/n to be a clean person. Every time he had come over to their flat, their home wouldn't be immaculate, but it still would look nice. Some days when Y/n would come over to his and Alex's flat, they'd clean up a bit there too. Deciding to continue to take a look around, George had begun to wander about Y/n's flat. He did feel a bit bad for poking around, but he just wanted to see if the rest of Y/n's flat was as unclean as the living room and kitchen had been. He had been surprised by seeing Y/n's bathroom, toiletries had been placed out atop their bathroom counter. It seemed like Y/n had placed it all out so they could quickly grab something then place it back down without a care. Y/n's bedroom was the worst. Clothes had been tossed around, some items being wrinkled upon the ground. Their bed was a mess, one of Y/n's four pillows had disappeared from the room. Somehow Y/n had gotten a crease in one of their curtains. If someone had told George he had walked into a stranger's flat, he would believe them. None of this seemed like Y/n, it felt off to know their home had become this messy. After walking back into Y/n's living room, George had noticed the picture frame sitting on the hutch in the corner of the room. It held a photo of Y/n and him from the time they had gone on vacation together. Y/n had decided that they wanted to go to Disneyland for their one year anniversary, so that's what they did. In the photo, George was holding Y/n as they placed a kiss on his cheek. It had been taken in front of the castle before they had spent the whole day in Fantasyland. Something was obviously wrong with Y/n, considering how everything was going. A messy flat, trying to keep themself away from their friends, but always trying to stay too busy. Making his way into the kitchen, George had decided to help Y/n out a bit.

It was 10:30 when Y/n finally got back to their flat. They originally had gotten off from work four hours earlier, but they had chosen to take another one of their friend's shifts for them. Y/n just wasn't ready to come back home to an empty flat. When their flat would be empty, it would only cause their mind to fill with anxious thoughts. It always felt like their anxiety would end up screaming at them. 'You're not good enough.' 'None of your friends like you.' 'You're not beautiful, you never will be beautiful.' Walking down the hall, Y/n checked their phone. No missed calls. No texts. Nothing. Nothing from their friends. Nothing from their boyfriend. Maybe they were right, maybe their boyfriend was losing interest in them. Just as they had entered the flat, a prickling sensation shot down their spine. Someone was in their flat. Right away they had heard the TV from the living room with the light of the electronic illuminating the hallway leading into the room. Y/n was just tempted to leave, call the police to come to search their flat for anyone. But they had been in a rush that morning. They had wanted to get to work earlier to get a few shifts done early (but had only been told by their boss to take a break so instead they went and grabbed a coffee, trying to burn time). But they could've ended up leaving their TV on without realizing it. Y/n would feel bad if it turned out to just be the latter and they were overreacting. What if they had ended up calling the police only to realize they left their TV that morning? 'The officers would hate you.' 'They'd find it annoying they came out to waste their time.' 'God, you're an idiot.'

"Y/n? Is that you?" The sound of someone's voice echoed down the hallway. As soon as Y/n heard the voice, relaxation overcame them. It was only George, their boyfriend. But just as quick as they relaxed, they tensed up. This could be it. This could be the moment their relationship ended. He could've been waiting in Y/n's flat for hours, preparing his apology to come with dumping Y/n. "Uh, yeah," they called out meekly, slowly walking into the living room. Right away, they had been surprised by the sight. Their flat looked completely different than it did this morning. Everything was much tidier than they had left it. George sat on the couch, an unamused look on his face. Oh no. "Y/n, where have you been? I've been worried about you." "I've... I've just been busy." "Busy with work? Have they been giving you too many shifts?" Yes. "No," taking a seat beside their boyfriend, Y/n lied through their teeth. "Has there just been something going on? Is this your way of showing me you're losing interest? I thought we'd last a lot longer than this. I mean-" "No, no, no. George, none of this has been connected to you." A panicked look appeared on Y/n's face as George spoke. Y/n felt terrible, they felt guilty for making George think they had been planning to break it off with him. "I've just had a lot of anxiety for a while now, and it just feels like it builds up every time I have free time. I just needed some way to keep it all away. Working extra shifts just... made it feel better in a way." Silence followed as George took in everything Y/n said. His silence had only made their fear increase, maybe he was planning to break up with them. "Y/n... I want you to know I'm here for you. I understand anxiety isn't fun. I love you." George had taken his partner's hands into his. His thumbs rubbing gently over Y/n's hands as he watched them. Y/n couldn't help but crack a smile from hearing what George had to say. It did mean a lot to them. "I'm sorry I've been so distant with you, Georgie. And I'm sorry I haven't been really hanging around my friends. I've been a mess, I've been such a fucking mess." As Y/n spoke, their voice practically broke. George felt bad for them, he never was someone who had to suffer anxiety as Y/n did. Carefully, he held their face in his hands, making Y/n look up at him. Their eyes were teary-eyed. "oh, Y/n... please don't apologize for being human," he cooed softly. "You're allowed to feel. You're allowed to get anxious. You're a human being, it's normal for you to feel this stuff." "I'm just so sick of feeling this way, George." "I promise it'll get better. I thought maybe this weekend me and you could go on a trip together? A small vacation just to relax?" He cracked a gentle smile at his partner, watching as they thought it over. After a few seconds, they gave their answer. "Only if you spend the night." George's smile had widened into a cheeky grin. "Deal."

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