#I'm afraid it won't leave my head now until I write it

[hedwig221b]

I've been thinking about writing truly toxic sterek... not abusive but toxic like I write it in a healthily unhealthy way but y'all couldn't handle Predators so I'm shaking my head at you

I'm writing it anyways 🤍 It's gonna be a historical au from Parrish's (probably) pov (stay with me) but he's gonna be enamored with Stiles who is already married to Derek and to Parrish's eye it's gonna look so fucking toxic and he would want to save his beloved unaware of the beast who lurks in the castle and hears everything that Parrish is saying to Stiles

And he knows Derek is crazy but he doesn't realize just how much. It's gonna be bloody and messy and have a plot twist and full of sterek just all sterek but through outsider's eyes and you're gonna see my vision it's gonna be incredible I promise

[autisticgaypirates]

gettin' frisky (NSFW!) (*´ω｀*)

writing this because i'm OVULATING 💜

you guys already know wtf is gonna go down rn

fem!afab!reader, established relationship

obviously nsfw, mdni!!!!!! nothing suuuper freaky but y'know.. you can't have smut without getting your freak on a little

includes zoro, sanji, and ace

zoro ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

- not big on foreplay at all, like don't even bother wondering if he'll be a tease because he won't

- oh he loves being dominant..... oh he LOVES it

- always missionary or doggy style, he likes being on top and getting the whole view

- will go even harder if you call him sir or daddy

- tbh? he's kinda a sadist, but not in a seriously harmful or hurtful way

- i mean sadist in a wants-to-smack-your-ass-so-hard-it-leaves-a-handprint way

- even though he's not a very talkative person, he LOVES to talk you through it

- he'll degrade you if you're cool with it, but if you do as he says you'll get a lot of praise

- LOVESSS to finish inside you

- he's not good at the whole aftercare thing, so you might just need to remind him your kinda.. y'know.. dripping his children

you lay beneath him in a mating press with the sound of the creaking bed and deep, heavy breaths in the background. his calloused fingers interlink with yours, pushing your hands above your head to ensure that you have no power. "you little slut, is this what you wanted for so long?" he said deeply, ramming himself inside you even harder than before. his grip on your hands tightens. "huh? huh?? you can't be silent forever. this is my pussy, and you're my bitch, answer me." you let out a high-pitched moan and choke out your next words. "y-yes zoro! it's everything i wanted!" his grip loosens as he smirks, looking down at you like you're his prey. he softens his thrusts a bit, just so he doesn't bruise your cervix. "goooood girl," he coos. "and who's pussy is this?" "yours, sir." he picks up his pace again. "and who do you belong to?" your legs begin to shake. "y-you, sir! i'm yours sir!" he goes full force as your breath hitches, a hungry smile plastered on his face. he licks his lips at you as you make your pretty sounds. "you're doing so good, i'm so close, pretty girl." his jaw hangs open as he lets out soft whimpers that harmonize with your whines as you both finish at the same time. he slowly pulls out as he watches it all pour out of you. he smirks at the sight before looking at you and placing a lazy kiss on your lips. he flops down beside you, an unconscious smile on his face as his eyes begin to flutter shut. "um..." you say, tapping him on the shoulder. he sits up and sees you pointing at your mess. "a little help here?" you say with a laugh.

sanji ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

- sanji doesn't fuck, he makes love

- even though he's all over women and seems incredibly perverted, he doesn't care for the idea of hooking up with a random woman

- LOVESS foreplay and taking his sweet time

- very much a switch tbh

- his favorite position is cowgirl, but when he's feeling more romantic and less frisky, he's big on missionary

- BIIIIIIIG mommy kink (when submissive) and praise kink

- he's either whispering sweet nothings in french or screaming your name two octaves higher than his normal voice, no in between

- when he's in control though, it's so intimate and genuine and he loves loving you

- he only cares about you, he doesn't care if he'll explode if he doesn't cum, he'll wait until you're ready too

- as much as he'd love to finish inside you, he's kinda afraid to, so he'll always make sure to pull out right after you're done

- will immediately clean you up and make you tea and tuck you into bed, you're his princess

both shirts were now off, your pants off and on the floor. with sanji above you, he slowly and passionately kisses you, one hand holding him up and the other undoing his belt. after getting his pants off, he hooks two fingers on the edge of your panties that you wear specially for him. he looks up at you with soft eyes. "may i?" he says gently. you nod in response as he pulls them down and off your leg. "même si la mer nous entoure, son scintillement n'est pas comparable à toi," he whispers, slowly spreading your legs open. he leaves gentle kisses along your soft thighs before reaching your womanhood. he kisses it deeply, just grazing over your clit, before dipping his tongue in and having a taste for himself. his refusal to break eye contact with you as he eats you out drives you crazy, and he knows it. when you ever so slightly begin to feel your high, he pulls away. "merci, belle," he tells you, aligning his shaft with you. he slowly pushes himself in, making both of you let out a groan of pleasure. he bites down on his lip hard as he grips the sheets beneath you. he begins to move slowly, looking into your eyes lovingly. you do the same back, letting out a quiet whimper with each thrust. he gently places a hand on your stomach, brushing it across your body and all your curves in admiration. his hand ends up on the side of your face, cupping it. he leans in close to your ear. "you are love. we are an art, mon amour." he plants a kiss on your temple before picking up his pace, going a little harder. with a consistent rhythm and floods of sweet nothings, sanji is finally starting to reach his climax. "i love you," he whispers before going full force on you. his eyes hardly ever leave yours, and if they do, they're admiring the sculpture in which your body was crafted into. "i love you," you whisper back, breathily. "i love you," you say a little louder. "i love you sanji, fuck, i love you!" you borderline yell your admiration for him as you come down from your high, sanji's pace settling. he pulls out and finishes on your stomach, truly believing you two created a masterpiece. "i love you. i'll be right back," sanji tells you before throwing a towel around his waist and leaving the room. you already know where he's going. he's grabbing a damp rag to clean you with, a cup of your favorite tea, and running you a hot bath with your favorite scented candle. this is what making love really means.

ace ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

- i'm gonna be so honest, he's so unserious about literally everything

- like you'll whip your tits out and this man will go "WOWZA!"

- he very much likes when you give him head beforehand, it gets him hard, hot, and ready

- very much dominant, but that's just because he's so passionate and so excited that he just wants to get going

- he LOVESSS doggy style, he's very much an ass man (he loves your face equally though don't worry) and he loves to smack your ass

- he's not huge on the romantic aspect and very much himself even in the bedroom

- very very chatty, loves to hear the changes in your voice and REALLY loves when you can't even speak

- when you think he's giving his all, girl not even close you just got started

- he'll compliment you on EVERYTHING, idk he kinda has this thing where he just needs to talk to you

- will ALWAYS ask if you want him to cum in you or pull out, and if you don't answer, he pulls out and cums on your ass

- aftercare with ace is so fucking funny because he'll talk about it like a sports event

you were on your knees in front of him, his shaft now covered in your saliva. he brushes his hand down your hair. "good job baby," he coos. you look up as he smiles down at you. "i'm ready for ya," he says with a smile. you stand up to an immediate smack on the ass. "c'mon pretty girl, ass up for me, i can't wait much longer," he tells you eagerly. you crawl onto the bed, ass up as you rest on your elbows. another smack, this one harder than the other. you let out a small whimper. "what a pretty sight for me," ace says under his breath, squeezing your ass and placing the tip along your slit. "a pretty pussy and nice, big ass on a beautiful girl." you suddenly feel his length push inside you, causing you to let out a yelp. he starts rocking back and forth, slow but hard. you feel his hands grip your hips to pull you up higher. each thrust makes you let out a noise of delight. "pussy is so good babe, and it's all for me?" ace asks you sweetly. "yes, yes all for you," you mutter, somehow already choking on your own words. he gives your ass another hard smack. "thank god," he mumbles before going harder into you. the wooden bed beneath the two of you is loud, and it almost feels unstable. "oh god... ah yeah," ace says, going even faster than he did before. "ohhh fuck yeah, you love it when i fuck you hard like this, huh?" "i- i fuck- i fucking love it!" "yeah? you love me, too?" "yes, yes, i- i love you, ace!" he keeps his speed but rams into your even harder. you can't speak at this point. you're yelling his name and letting out choked moans. "i love you so fucking much.." ace says with gritted teeth. "i love you, i love this pussy, i love this ass, i- gah, fuck! in or out?" "i-in!" the two of you are yelling at each other at this point. "oh god, oh god i'm cumming, mm fuck i'm cumming babe!" ace releases everything he has inside you, and the feeling of his length twitch right on your g-spot is enough to bring you to your climax as well. he slowly pulls out with a hiss, watching it all pour out of you. "damn... we did good," he says with a laugh. he grabs the towel nearby and cleans you up to the best of his ability. when he's done, you lower your hips onto the bed and flop down on your back as he crawls over to lay next to you. "have you like..." ace begins to ask. "... been doing squats lately? i always knew you had a great ass but-" "ugh, ace really?" you say with a laugh. "it's true! and y'know what, i found out that i really like when you tell me you love me during all that." you laugh and place a kiss on his forehead. "noted."

ok so this was insane lowkey and i did NOT expect to write that much for sanji but shit happens when you have a uterus

[jays-bonnie-on-the-side]

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PAIRING : stanford!sam winchester x fem!reader

SUMMARY : reader is stressed from studying for her upcoming final and sam helps her relax

WARNINGS : fluff. smut. oral (fem. receiving). fingering. rough sex. unprotected p in v. creampie. strong language.

REQUESTED BY @s4wdvator : "I would love a Sam Winchester fic, I love him, I'm a total Sam girl who also loves Dean hejehjhehe. It would be a Stanford thing!Sam dating Fem!Reader, it could be smutt or fluff!!"

A/N : this was requested by a fellow mutual of mine (sorry it took so long.) hopefully it's similar to what you had in mind, if not, hope you enjoy it anyway! my requests are currently on hold since i have so many ideas of my own that i still need to write, but it'll be open in the future, i promise. this is my first sam oneshot ever, hope you guys enjoy it!

For the past week, you went to class and then straight home. You had a huge test coming up that counted for half your grade. If you failed, you could kiss your scholarship goodbye. So, for the weekend, you decided to turn your distracting phone off so you could study. And it seemed to work... until it didn't.

The room had been eerily silent as you read. You were so concentrated on the material before you that a loud knock made you jump in freight. After a beat or two, your heart calms. With a groan, you push the chair away from the desk and walk to the door. Sam stands before you, a worried expression on his face.

"Y/N," He huffs. "Are you all right? I've been calling and texting you!"

You sigh, moving out of the doorway to let him in. "'Sorry. I've been studying."

He walks in, and you close the door behind him. "Your head's been buried in that book for a week. You need to take a break."

You sit on your bed, replying, "I can't. If I fail, I won't be able to afford to keep going here. Then how will we be together?"

"Hey," Sam sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Don't talk like that. You're the most intelligent girl I know. You'll pass the test."

You stand up, facing him as you rant. "But what if I don't? What if I have to leave and—"

"You're not going to leave." He interrupts your spiraling, knowing if he didn't stop it now, you wouldn't stop. "You're going to pass. Then you'll be stuck with me."

A giggle slips past your lips. You could always count on your boyfriend to lighten your mood. A smirk takes over his beautiful face, his gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips.

Sam leans in closer and says, "Take a break. Let me help you relax."

You hesitate for a moment, afraid if you give in, you won't be able to study afterward. "I don't know..."

"I'll quiz you after." He entices.

"Mm... alright."

Sam gets up from the mattress and sheds his jacket. Tossing it aside, he tells you to lay on your belly. Without question, you do as he says. You stretch across your bed, head tilted towards the wall, eyes closed, as you slowly inhale. The bed dips as Sam climbs on before sitting on your ass. His large and magical hands grip your tense shoulders. You exhale in euphoria as his fingers dig into your muscles just right.

Tingling sensations rid the worry from your body. Your teeth sink into your lip, trying to suppress moans. Part of you didn't want to admit how much you needed this. His hands travel below your shoulder blades, toward the middle of your back. He works your back exactly how you need it, causing breathy groans to slip past your lips. It continues for a few minutes, and you're in another world.

Your brain becomes unaware of Sam sliding off and kneeling between your thighs. His hands begin to massage your behind, quickly drawing your attention. Part of you knew you should stop him, but the other didn't want to. Instead, you let his hands slither under your loose-fitted shorts and focus on your ass. His thumbs massage closer and closer to your lips, occasionally brushing against them.

It was all you could think about. You need him. You craved Sam's long and slender fingers inside you. The more he teased, the wetter your pussy got. You open your legs wider, giving him access like any other time.

A whimper falls from your mouth as your boyfriend gently rubs over your slick entrance. Wetness lubricates his thumbs, and before you beg him to, he slides them in. You gasped, but just as fast as they were in, they were out. He brings his fore and middle fingers to your entrance before gliding your slick towards your clit.

He rubs your bundle of nerves a few times, only making you wetter. The moans held back were now audible. His fingers slide back to your core, and without missing a beat, he plunges them in. Your body tenses as he dives deep, the tips of his long fingers hitting your cervix. A pained yet pleasurable moan echoes in the small room.

You were so thankful your roommate decided to go out. Sam slowly draws his fingers in and out. Once they're covered in your wetness, they disappear from your core. You open your eyes and look over your shoulder, missing his touch. The sight you saw somehow made you wetter. He had his fingers in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing around his digits, sucking them clean.

He slowly pulls them out, and you watch with admiration. Sam flips you on your back, granting you a better view. He pulls your underwear down, leaving you in the oversized shift you stole from him. He tosses them off the bed and gives you a mischievous smirk. His head dips between your thighs, and your hand quickly grabs his hair.

His mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your walls clench around nothing, making you miss his fingers. As if he read your mind, he fills you with his slender digits. He steadily increases his speed until he reaches the pace that makes your toes curl and your back arch. Your grip on his hair tightens as his teeth graze and lightly bite your clit before soothing it with his tongue.

The pressure in your belly quickly builds, threatening to burst. You force your vision to focus right on your boyfriend. As if he sensed your stare, he gazes up at you, a smirk upon his lips. You throw your head back as he harshly sucks on your sensitive nub. His knuckles pound against your skin, leaving bruises where your pussy ends and your legs begin. It all became too much, and before you knew it, you came on his fingers.

Without missing a beat, Sam removes his fingers and drags his tongue across your soaked entrance, licking between each fold to get every last drop. Once he finishes, he sits up and unbuckles his belt. As relaxed as you feel, you wouldn't mind a good fucking. He unzips and pulls his pants to his knees. You dampen and bite your bottom lip as his member springs free.

There were several reasons why you fell in love with Sam, and his dick was one of them. You'd never objectify him, but if others understood what hid beneath his boxers, they'd try harder to steal him away. The first time you'd seen it, you wondered how he planned to fit his entire cock inside you. It took a few tries before you could finally take him all in, and man, was it worth it. You hated to admit it, but he had you dick-whipped.

"Like what you see?"

"Mhm. Now, shut up and fuck me," You demand before pulling his neck down and connecting your lips with his.

You could taste your sweet juice on his tongue. The thought of you tasting your cum on another man's lips repulsed you, but on Sam's, it only fed your lust. He presses his body against yours, his tip tracing your inner thigh. You moan into his mouth, practically begging for more. Sam breaks the kiss but remains close enough that his breath fans across your lips as he speaks.

"You ready for me?" You nod eagerly. He reaches between your legs, aligning his long member with your entrance. With eyes closed, you anticipate the slight but brief pain that'll come with his penetration. He holds down your hip with his left hand, feeling how tense you are before whispering, "Relax."

That's exactly what you did. Or at least tried to, anyway. You take a few deep breaths, willing your mind and heart rate to slow. Once Sam feels your body loosen, he pushes himself into your tight cunt. You whimper as his dick stretches your walls, both pleasure and pain fighting for dominance. He fits half of his appendage before pulling out. With every thrust, he goes deeper and deeper until his entire cock fits inside your small hole. Soon, the pleasure had won.

You were a moaning mess underneath your boyfriend. His hips moved skillfully, pushing you towards the edge. You clutch his shirt, hanging on for dear life as he rails into you at a hard and fast pace. The tip of his member brushes against your cervix when you wrap your legs around his torso, giving him a deeper angle. The sounds of skin clapping and your bed creaking to the rhythm of each thrust fill the quiet room.

He dips his head, finding comfort in your neck. Sam nibbles at your skin before sucking harshly, leaving a mark. You try arching your back, but his weight won't let you. Tears pool in your eyes as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. His hand snakes between your bodies, and his thumb rubs your sensitive clit. It was enough for your tears to spill over. You feel the familiar rush and warn Sam.

"Ohmygod, baby, I'mgonnacum," You mumble quickly.

"Let it go, sweetheart."

With his permission, you came undone. You scream as the waves wash over your body. Sam helps you ride out your orgasm, somehow going even harder. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth forms an 'O' as he murders your soaked pussy. It was pure luck you liked it hard and fast like he does.

You knew from experience your lips would be swollen after this, and hell if you didn't consider it a trophy. Suddenly, Sam's thrusts stopped, and you knew what that meant. He was cumming. And sure enough, spurts of hot cum shoot into you as he grunts into your ear. You moan as he fills you up, making you feel full in a different but great way.

He kisses his way to your mouth and shoves his tongue down your throat. You run your fingers through his hair as your body warms up for round 2. After your legs drop to the mattress and shake, you decide to wait a little longer before taking that rollercoaster ride again. Sam pulls away, so you open your eyes and see him gazing lovingly at you. A smile pulls at your lips to match his.

"Are you relaxed?"

You couldn't help but chuckle and answer, "I'm so relaxed."

"Good," He gives you a quick peck. "I should help you relax more often."

"Well, I'll be studying until next Thursday."

"Mm..." Sam traces his lips along your face, tickling your skin. "Sounds good to me."

He kisses your shoulder before pulling out of your dripping cunt and getting up from the bed. You prop yourself on one shoulder as you wonder what he was doing. He pulls on his boxers and walks toward your desk. Your eyebrows furrow as he picks up your textbook. And true to his word, he began quizzing you.

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hey! So I thought of this idea for Gavi, where yall have been dating for a while but he doesn't know exactly what date your birthday is and he ends up forgetting,but the reader doesn't mind because she's had bad experience with birthdays

This req has almost over a year, I'm truly sorry for the wait😭 but life's been pretty busy right now and I haven't had the time to sit down and write something😭😭 also, not prooferead😭💀

Calendar -P.G6

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn't know your birthday and you don't mind that, either.

"Amor"

"Mhm?" You grunt eyes not leaving your book

"Can I ask you something?" You hum letting him know you were paying him attention "You won't get mad?"

"It depends" You simply answer "Probably not. What's up?"

"When's your birthday?"

Right there, you froze. You let the book on your lap and looked at your boyfriend.

You and Pablo have almost a year and half dating, he was the sweetest, most caring, responsable, respectful guy you've ever known. He knew and remembered every single detail of you and of your relationship, so it took you by surprise to hear that he didn't know your birthday.

However, you didn't felt any kind of dissapointment or anger, your birthday was just another day and after your 6 birthday, you stopped celebrating it because of a bad experience, so you were just confused.

"You don't know when my birthday is?" He slowly shook his head

"I... don't" He said, you could see the nerves on his face, he was waiting for you to get mad.

"It's ________" You reply looking at him, you smiled softly "Better now?"

He repeated your birthday date under his breath only to gasp.

"That was two weeks ago!" You nod "¡Joder! ¿Como puedo ser tan mal novio?" (How can I be such a bad boyfriend?) "Venga, let's get dressed to have some dinner. I need to buy you a gift, two in fact, one for the lateness and the other for your birthday. We also need to set tomorrow a small party with our friends and family. I need to buy a cake for you as well-"

"Nononono. What are you talking about? No need"

"What do you mean there's no need? Of course it's needed! It's your birthday, we don't turn 20 every single year, we need to celebrate it"

"Pablo, I don't celebrate my birthdays" You state grabbing his hands and trying to calm him down

"¿Cómo que no celebras tus cumpleaños?" (How's that you don't celebrate your birthdays?)

"I just don't. Ever since I turned 6"

"But why is that?"

"I had a bad experience at my birthday party" You shrug shaking your head

"Puta madre" He cursed making you smile "I didn't know that"

"That's weird. I thought you asked my mom everything of me" You joke with a smile on as he grips your thigh

"I asked you some things too" You laugh

"I almost got lost in my birthday party. It was in the park but I walked and walked far away from the party, my mom and dad were attending the invited so my aunt was the one who had to look out for me and she did until her attention drifted to a kid who had fell from the swing"

"I spent around 5 hours lost in the park, it started raining and it got dark quickly, I was crying and shaking from the cold. My parents found me and I could only grip myself to them so bad. I didn't wanted to spend the rest of my birthday there, I didn't even wanted to eat the cake nor open the presents, nothing. And that day I couldn't be separated from my mom, I glued myself to her"

"It sounds pretty stupid but I was so afraid of them not being able to find me and stuff. So I just kinda stopped celebrating my birthday because it reminds me of that not-so-good time"

"It's not stupid, amor. And I'm sorry"

"Why are you sorry for?"

"I didn't know about that and also I made you remember it"

"It's ok, baby. You didn't know but now you do"

"Can I just give you a small gif and an ordinary cake then?" You smile

"I'll make a small exception for you and only this time" You kissed his lips standing up "Where are we going for dinner?"

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[lucy90712]

heyy love your writing:>

Could you pls do clingy jude x fem!reader?

This season has been an incredibly long one so many games so many ups and downs but it has been a lot of fun. I have loved watching Jude blossom at Real Madrid and win trophies which he has very much deserved. The one big downside is that we haven't spent as much time as we would like together Jude is always away for games or at training and when he's not I'm at work and even now the domestic season is over the euros start in a few weeks so we are going to be apart again. 

Just yesterday Jude was at the champions league final which I couldn't go and see in person and now in a few days time he has to head back to England to join the England team. When I went to bed Jude was still at Wembley but now that I've woken up he's asleep beside me so he must've made it home at some point during the night. His arm was loosely hung over my waist as he slept soundly. I wished we could stay like this forever but I have work and I'm sure Jude has celebrations to attend later with the team. As much as I should get up I can go without breakfast and use that time to just lay in bed with Jude for a few more minutes, out of habit my hands went to his hair playing with it which woke him up. Once he realised where he was he pulled me closer to him and just held me tightly which is really going to make getting up even harder. 

"Good morning" he said in his morning voice which I love so much 

"Morning and congratulations you played so well last night I'm so sad I couldn't be there" I said 

"Thank you but don't worry I know you had work I'm just glad you're here right now" he said 

"I wish we could spend more time together you've got to leave me again in a few days and then I won't see you until the euros have started" I said 

"Do you have to go to work today?" He asked 

"I'm afraid I do there's a few others off this week and we've got a lot to get done" I replied 

That made Jude frown and hold onto me tighter. The time indicated that I should've got out of bed 10 minutes ago but I still don't want to leave and I don't think Jude will let me just yet. My routine is completely ruined but I don't really care as I love to soak up moments like this as they have been rare recently. As time went on Jude only held me tighter and started pressing kisses to my face and neck almost teasing me as he was yet to reach my lips but eventually he pulled me down to give me what I had been waiting for. I've missed Jude's kisses so much so I let him keep kissing me for a few more minutes before I pulled away and tried to get out of bed. Jude didn't let me get up I tried but he was just too strong for me to be able to break free. 

"I have to go to work love" I said 

"Do you really have to" he whined 

"You know I do" I said 

Jude didn't say anything else he simply just grabbed my phone from my bedside table and started looking for something which confused me until he put the phone to his ear. He had called my boss and phoned me in sick which had me laying there completely shocked. I never thought he'd do something like that just to spend time with me but I can't say I'm mad about it because I've missed him so much and I haven't had a day off in months. It didn't sink in for a few seconds that I really didn't have to go to work but when Jude put my phone down smiling I realised I could snuggle back into his arms for as long as I wanted to. 

We stayed in bed for a while until we were both starting to get hungry but before we could eat I wanted to brush my teeth. Jude joined me in the bathroom to brush his teeth too but he didn't let go of me even for a second he even stood behind me with his arms around my waist as I washed my face and did my skincare. Once I was done he picked me up and put me over his shoulder and carried me down the stairs which I would complain about but he used to do it all the time when we got to see more of each other so I just enjoyed getting to be like we used to. He took me to the kitchen and put me down and just stared at me which to others might seem weird but I knew exactly what he was asking. He wanted to order breakfast and I wasn't going to say no as I didn't really want to cook. 

I let him order whatever he thought I'd want as he usually gets it right then I suggested we make some fresh orange juice as for some reason we have a load of oranges that we definitely won't eat before they go bad. Jude got the juicer we have for whatever reason and I cut the oranges so they can go in the machine but I wasn't tall enough or strong enough to actually press the oranges into the juicer. I needed Jude to help me so he got the little step stool we have in the kitchen to help me reach things and put his hands on mine to help me push all the oranges through the juicer. We made a pretty good team and made a good amount at least enough for a glass for both of us which I poured while Jude answered the door as our food arrived. 

We ate breakfast before sitting on the sofa where we stayed for pretty much the whole day just cuddling and catching up on the shows we like to watch together but have become quite behind on. Both of us are normally quite active people and hate to sit around all day but I loved spending all day just cuddling with Jude and that's how I know we've both missed each other's company. Thinking about the fact that I'm just a few days we will have to be apart again made me so sad. I didn't realise just how much I missed him and our days together until we actually got to be together and now I don't want him to leave again. 

"Have you got work for the next few days?" Jude asked 

"Yeah sadly I really wish I didn't but if I want time off the the euros I can't take any more they will fire me" I said 

"You don't need this job if you want to work you can find another company to work for that is more flexible we never see each other as they always make you work overtime and extra days" Jude said 

"I know but my coworkers will end up with so much more to do and then I'll feel awful" I said 

"If that wasn't a factor would you prefer to stay or leave?" Jude asked

"I think I'd prefer to leave" I admitted 

"Then do it spend the summer with me and then look for a new job once the season restarts" Jude said 

"Are you sure I have some savings but not enough for a few months of not working" I said 

"I'm completely sure I can afford everything and I'd much rather you be happy and I want to enjoy the summer with you" he said 

"Then it's settled I'll hand in my notice later today and take the rest of my holiday to cover my notice period" I said 

Jude didn't say anything else he just kissed me and held me tighter. This definitely feels right and I can't lie that I'm really happy and relieved that I can spend the whole off season with Jude and experience pre season and the euros with him properly. 

[mj-iza-writer]

Pet whumpee who got snatched from the streets so they’re not conditioned yet and its their first time being a pet

Whumper trying to condition pet whumpee

Fist mitts so whumpee will stop using their hands, Removing all of whumpee’s clothes and making them bare naked to get them used to being a pet, a muzzle with a bit gag to prevent whumpee from talking, chaining their hands and thighs together so they’re almost always crawling and even if they DO stand up the boots on them are slippery and whumper can just use 1 finger to make whumpee slip. Choke chain that makes whumpee choke when they stray too far or whumper pulls on it, Also whumper occasionally putting a blindfold on whumpee so they’re reliant on whumper to guide them.

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Thankyou for the request. It took some work knowing in what direction I wanted to go... so I went with a comfort whump. I enjoyed writing, and I hope you enjoy the story.

Warning: Intimate Whumper, Pet Whumpee. Bathroom usage.

Whumpee didn't know why they had decided to go out so late in the evening. Now they were in the trunk of someone's car feeling every bump and turn the driver made.

They struggled against the ropes tied tightly around their wrist.

"This can't be happening", Whumpee mumbled against the cloth gag in their mouth, "you could be at home right now, but no."

It felt like hours before the car had stopped.

Whumpee counted the footsteps until the trunk was opened.

"Come on", their apparent captor pulled them out and guided them to the ground.

Whumpee struggled a bit more before huffing nervously.

"Oh don't sound so indignant", their captor came around to their face, causing dirt to cloud into Whumpee's face, "this will be nice and easy as long as you behave."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut from the dirt.

"You should be grateful. Not everyone gets lucky enough for this opportunity", their captor knelt down and pulled their head up by the chin, "my name is Whumper, but you can call me Master."

Whumpee winced as their head was moved around so Whumper could view them closer.

"Yes, you will do nicely", Whumper smirked, then removed the cloth gag.

"Fo-for what?", choked out.

"You'll see", they chuckled.

Whumpee was picked up and carried into a house.

They seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The house was unimpressive at most.

Whumpee whimpered as they were taken down some stairs. A long chain was the only thing they could see in the way of furnishings, then they noticed a cabinet.

Everything was cement, and the chain looked like it was also cemented into the floor.

"Okay, let's see", Whumper knelt and laid Whumpee on the floor, "this will be your room, especially while you are being trained. Once I am satisfied with your behavior, you'll earn the right to go upstairs. You can also earn rewards down here as well. I would love to spoil you, my pet."

"Pet?", Whumpee made a concerned face.

"Yes, my dear", Whumper smirked.

"Bu-but I'm no..."

"Shh, shh. No need to worry about the details", Whumper held their finger on Whumpee's lips.

Whumper then glanced at the chain.

"Tell me. What is your favorite color?", Whumper stood and stepped toward the cabinet.

"Uhm, uh green", Whumpee whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, very good choice", Whumper pulled a green collar out of the cabinet and walked toward Whumpee smiling, "this will look very nice on you."

"No, no please", Whumpee attempted to roll away.

"Now, now", Whumper wrestled with them as they tried to get the collar around their neck.

"You better stop", Whumper slapped Whumpee's face, "do as you're told or else you get punished. Be a good pet."

Whumpee sniffled as tears rolled down their face.

"Now that we have that straightened out. I'm afraid I don't even know your name yet", Whumper frowned as they locked the collar in place on the chain.

"My uhm, my name", Whumpee looked at them through tears.

"Yes dear", Whumper softly thumbed away the tear tracks.

"Whumpee", they looked up, "please let me leave. I beg of you. I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"That's always the promise, isn't it?", Whumper sighed, "no matter, like I said earlier. You have been selected, and I took a long time choosing you and studying you. I've been watching you for months. You're mine now."

"Months?", Whumpee watched them get up.

"Oh yes, and by the way, your last date you went on.... you could have done so much better", Whumper frowned, "it seems I need to run upstairs to grab a few things. Pardon me."

Whumper came back with a plastic bag, "I apologize, but I'll be changing out the collar for this one", they held up a chain choke collar. You can still wear the green one, of course, as it looks so nice, but during training this will be our little friend."

Whumper knelt down and slid the collar over Whumpee's head and adjusted the chain.

They gave it a small tug, causing Whumpee to gag.

"Perfect. Now, puppies don't have hands... or feet", Whumper smirked.

Whumpee looked at their hands, "what?"

"No worries, I won't cut them off, at least not yet", Whumper pulled out some black duct tape, "you will have to learn to crawl though."

The sound of the tape being pulled was sickening.

Whumper forced Whumpee's hand into a fist and started to wrap the tape around them. Then they moved down to their feet.

"This will probably make your feet pretty slick on the floor. You're not to be standing anyways, but if you did, you will fall flat on your butt or your face", Whumper tossed the empty roll away, "so I don't suggest standing."

"Go ahead and get some rest. We begin training tomorrow", Whumper started for the stairs, "I hope you have a good night."

The next morning, Whumpee woke up sore from the cement. They heard the door open, then the jingling of chains.

Whumpee stood and tried to move to the farthest part of the room, at least to the limit the chain allowed.

"Now we can't have you standing", Whumper frowned as they saw Whumpee on their feet, "you're going to fall... see."

Whumpee was actively already falling over when Whumper got close to them and tapped a finger against their ribs.

Whumpee yelped as they crumbled to the floor.

"Ow", Whumpee looked up.

"I did warn you that tape was quite slippery, and I did warn you not to stand up", Whumper knelt beside them, and showed a pair of scissors.

Whumpee tried to crawl away, but Whumper grabbed the chain and pulled them closer.

Whumpee whimpered as they were forced to come closer. It was that or choke.

"I'm not going to hurt you", Whumper held up the scissors, "but I do suggest you hold still. Accidents do happen."

Whumper started to cut away Whumpee's clothes.

"Why... What are you doing?", Whumpee panicked and slapped at Whumper.

"Hey, now we don't do that", Whumper grabbed at their hands and pointed the scissors into Whumpee's neck, "apologize before I draw blood."

Whumpee sniffled, "I-I'm sorry", Whumpee tried to back away, "I-I panicked, why are you cutting my clothes?"

"Puppies don't need clothes. I won't do anything, but it's better you learn this now", Whumper grinned, "trust me, I have no interest in you other than you being my pup."

Whumpee whimpered as they were stripped more.

"Please no more", Whumpee watched as they threw the shredded clothes to the side.

"I have a few more things to do though", Whumper pouted, "you're just going to need to deal with this."

Whumper pulled out some more shackles.

"What are those for?", Whumpee frowned.

"Keeps you crawling, and it will teach you the proper position to crawl in", Whumper frowned when they heard liquid, "what is that... oh?"

They glanced and saw a stream coming out of Whumpee.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know.... I didn't know where to go", Whumpee cried as they peed.

Whumper looked around and realized they had definitely failed to leave out a place to go to the bathroom.

Whumper sighed, "it's alright. I can't believe you held it that long."

Whumpee started to cry as the puddle grew larger.

"It's alright. Very pet like of you anyways, so that's not a problem", Whumper started to remove the chain and guide Whumpee to the steps, "you probably feel a lot better."

Whumpee sniffled as they nodded.

"Yes, see, that's okay", Whumper cooed, "and probably removing all of the clothes made it a little chillier."

Whumpee whimpered and nodded.

"It's okay, I failed to leave out a spot for you, so that's my bad. Let's get this and you cleaned up", Whumper smiled, "I guess we can do some training upstairs while this dries."

Whumper ran up the stairs and came back with a watering can.

Whumpee watched as they poured the water over the cement and guided it to a drain. Next, Whumper went to the cabinet and pulled out dish soap and a brush scrubber.

Whumper poured some soap, then leaned down and scrubbed. Once satisfied, they ran back up the stairs for more water.

After the floor was rinsed, Whumper grabbed baby wipes and came up to Whumpee.

"Let's get you cleaned up now", Whumper knelt on one of the steps and gently wiped Whumpee's hands, legs, then feet, "their all better."

Whumpee looked around the living room while Whumper grabbed a few things.

They were too scared to do anything else.

The living room looked better than the outside of the house.

"I swear you'd think I was an amateur with how forgetful I've been", Whumper came in, "I guess it's the excitement and adrenaline I'm feeling."

Whumpee instinctively backed away while Whumper knelt beside them.

"None of that pet. You have three seconds to come back before I pull on the collar", Whumper fiddled with what seemed to be more restraints, "1..."

Whumpee looked down at the shackles that had already been locked around their upper arms and wrist.

"2...", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee hurried to step closer.

Something was forced into Whumpee's mouth. Their head was pulled down as Whumper forced it into place.

"The shackles you wear will be removed at the end of training or at the end of the day", Whumper smiled as they lifted Whumpee's face, "this gag will be worn during training, and you may even have a blindfold on sometimes for certain training as well."

Whumpee tried to spit the gag out, but it was tightly on. A type of rubber bone was in their mouth from what they could tell. Drool already started to stream to the floor, causing Whumpee to wipe at it.

"It's alright, just stand over this pad. Drool is to expected from a puppy", Whumper cooed as they patted Whumpee's head.

Whumpee wouldn't lie. That did feel pretty good to be pet. They leaned into the touch.

"Hmm, does puppy already enjoy pets?", Whumper cooed again, "see when you behave, you get this type of attention. You get rewards. After you get better house broken, we can have a bed downstairs for you, and some toys. Those rewards can be taken away though."

Whumpee looked down, 'what am I becoming? Why does this feel good? I should be appalled by this, but... but they've been so patient already with me', Whumpee thought to themself, 'why does this feel good?'

Whumpee fell over and almost seemed to be panting with the gag. Training was intense, and with movement restrictions added, Whumpee was growing tired faster. Plus, they didn't sleep well last night.

"I think you're done for today pet", Whumper smiled at their sleepy nods.

"Alright let's see if the basement is dried yet", Whumper knelt down and started to remove the gag and cuffs, "you did a very good job on your first day of training so we will remove these. How about a trip outside before we go down their though. You can use the bathroom out there even. I'll make sure you have a place to go down there as well."

"Oh uhm, okay", Whumpee nodded.

"Did you you have a question pet?", Whumper looked at them, "you can ask questions."

"I know you said you wanted a pet, but what does that mean?", Whumpee frowned, "what exactly do you want from me?"

"Oh, hmm, that is a good question", Whumper nodded and started to walk away, "come along, let's go outside."

Whumpee followed, hoping to get their answer.

"I've always enjoyed having pets growing up. I've had every pet you can imagine, they all thrived, but now living here, I've gotten kind of bored with those type of pets. I have a friend who has a human, and I pet sat for them a few months ago. Their human is doing really well under their care. I thought maybe I'd get my self own."

Whumpee frowned.

"The trick is to get someone who may not be missing, at least not for a while. The trail would go cold before anyone realizes", Whumper chuckled, "you seemed like such a sweet heart. I was surprised when you didn't seem to have many family or friends around. You just seemed so sweet."

Whumpee stopped crawling, they remembered again that they had been kidnapped.

Whumper stopped and looked at them, "I didn't mean anything by that."

"There are others that have been kidnapped... like me?", Whumpee looked at them sadly, "this isn't a first time."

"Oh yes, there is an entire network of us", Whumper smirked, "how do you think I was so well prepared."

Whumpee looked around the yard for a few minutes before finally finding a hiding spot to use the bathroom. Better to go out their than inside again, especially with what they had to do."

Whumper looked around and saw Whumpee partially hidden.

"You're either hiding from me to try to escape or because you need to poop. Which is it before I come over there", Whumper called.

"Poop, please don't come over here", Whumpee strained.

Whumper chuckled as they sat down again.

Whumpee came out after a few minutes and looked at them absolutely petrified.

"Wh-what do I do now?"

Whumper stood, "we get you cleaned up and taken care of."

Whumpee nodded and watched as Whumper walked toward them.

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee frowned as Whumper looked.

"No its okay, seems you had a nervous tummy", Whumper nodded, "glad you came out here to do it."

Whumper went down the stairs first, then Whumpee.

"Still a little damp", Whumper sighed, "I've got the heater turned up, so hopefully, it will be done before bed."

Whumpee nodded as they looked into the room.

"You'll see over here is a tray that will fit you in it. This is for your bathroom use, I'll clean it regularly for you", Whumper held it up a little, "of course if you have a tummy ache and you know I'm home, you can yell for me so you can go outside."

Whumpee nodded.

"Well, I'm not going to leave you down here until it dries", Whumper sighed, "I guess it's a movie night kind of night."

"Really?", Whumpee almost squealed with excitement.

"Yes, I love movies, so we have plenty of options", Whumper grinned.

Whumper sat down and invited Whumpee onto the couch, "here let's take this tape off. One of my friends has a pair of gloves and boots that I can use for you. It will be a little more comfortable. We can take this tape off now. The gloves and boots will shape your hands and feet, but still be comfortable."

Whumpee whined as Whumper tried to gently remove the tape.

"I don't want to train fear into you, I don't want a fearful pet, I just want a trained one", Whumper patted their leg and invited Whumpee to lay their head down on it, "I know that this is something very new to you, but as long as you behave to the best of your abilities and listen... I promise you will actually enjoy yourself a lot here. You will be absolutely spoiled, I promise."

Whumpee looked up and nodded.

"I-I think I want to be good", Whumpee whispered.

"That's good", Whumper smiled, "let's watch the movie."

Whumpee was surprised when Whumper started to run their their fingers along Whumpee's scalp and massage their ears.

Whumpee made a gentle moan as their eyes grew heavier.

"Uhm Master, I-I'm getting tired again", Whumpee mumbled.

"That's alright. Go ahead and take a nap before bed", Whumper chuckled.

Later in the night, Whumpee was surprised to wake up still on the couch.

Whumper made a disturbed snore and moved a little. Whumpee looked up at them.

They felt that their chain collar was being held tightly by Whumper. Other than that, they were quite comfortable.

'Am I really okay with being a pet, especially to someone who kidnapped me', Whumpee thought to themself, 'this feels so wrong, but I've never been chosen by someone before. My own family didn't even', Whumpee wiped away a tear.

Whumper felt the movement of Whumpee crying and jumped awake.

"What's going on", Whumper looked them over, "did I pull the collar and hurt you while I slept."

"No", Whumpee shook their head, "I was just, uhm", a few more tears were wiped away, "you said you chose me?"

"Yes I did", Whumper sat up and turned on the light.

"I've never been someones choice before. I was just thinking about that", Whumpee frowned, "though this is a different situation, I'm somewhat grateful I guess. That sounds really messed up though."

"Neh, not as messed up as you think", Whumper smiled, "some of the others have the same thoughts about their masters", Whumper patted Whumpee's head and enjoyed that they leaned into the touch, "I'm glad to know that you may be enjoying this situation faster than what I planned. I promise it's going to be okay."

Whumpee sniffled a little.

"It's okay, how about we go back to sleep", Whumper pulled Whumpee closer, "everything will come into place as we learn more about each other."

Whumpee nodded and rested their head on Whumper's stomach.

Whumper began playing with Whumpee's hair again.

Soon, happy snores filled the dark living room.

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: WHAT ABOUT... PJSK BOYS... WITH A BLIND GF... THAT IS ABLE TO SEE THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME... AFTER GETTING A SURGERY TO GET HER VISION BACK... BCZ SHE HAD AN ACCIDENT AND WHEN SHE MEET THEM SHE COULDN'T LONGER SEE...

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I SEE YOUR ASKKKKK

Alright it was so fun to write hehehe ^^ I hope you like it too, dear!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

You were now in the surgery room, as doctors made sure everything went smoothly... and it did! Tho... you could hear some boy with low voice putting up a fight... and you knew well enough it was your boyfriend.

"Let me see her!!"

You couldn't help but catch a hint of worry and desperation in his voice... and that only made you want to finally see him even more!

"Can... my boyfriend enter now?"

You asked hopeful, and one of the doctors was kind enough to nos and head for the door.

"If that's what you wish for... Mr. Shinonome, you can enter but please be calm."

After that, you noticed some ginger boy enter the room. He was pretty, you couldn't deny your heart skipped a bit... you could just hope it was your boyfriend and not some random dude... tho it had to be him! Those clothes and hair just screamed it's him! Especially the streak you could even feel!

"A-Akito?"

"You're really seeing now?"

He asked as if wanting confirmation this isn't a dream... he carefully came over to you and took one of your hands with genuine and soft smile, you'd never expect to fit him so well...

"I'm so glad you're safe and sound..."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @hayillaaaaaaa @stellas-starry-stories13 @hakulivesformusic @wabatle @luhvashh @akiritoz @sucodelaranja86 - come get your pancakes lover!

"Sorry Toya, but I can't give you 6th expresso..."

"Please An... I know it's bad but I'm panicking..."

You heard familiar voices as soon as you entered, so luckily you didn't had to look around. You knew the name An and you certainly were familiar with the name Toya...

"Toya?"

You called out to your boyfriend as soon as you came over, making him immideitly turn around and the girl making smile gladly as she walked away a bit to leave you alone for a while.

"Ah- finally, you're safe... I was afraid this operation could've harmed you..."

"But it didn't! I can see now!"

He smiled gladly and took your hands in his as he brought your palms towards his lips. He maybe acted calm but you could see in his eyes that he was actually really close to breaking down.

"I'm so glad... So glad..."

"Hehe~ Magazine is free~"

"We'll take that. Thank you, An."

Toya carefully got up, taking your hand into his, trying to hold back happiness tears untill you'll be alone, so he won't break in front of whole cafe... Oh it's gonna be long time cuddling... but you don't mind!

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @bl4cktourmaline @stellas-starry-stories13 @sucodelaranja86 - come get your cookie lover!

You were just chilling in your room after operation. It was pretty calm for now... Untill you heard your door open with loud thud... you were literally about to hide, but were stopped and also calmed down by way too loud voice and sound of running up the stairs.

"Y/NNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!"

And then, door to your room slammed open as your boyfriend ran up to you. Despite not seeing him ever before, you had no problem recognizing him by the hair, built and... his voice... because who else can have voice like him?!

"D-Don't scare me like that..."

"I'm sorry!! I was just worried! I ran here as soon as you told me you're home!!! So HOW WAS IT?! Are you alright?!!"

"Yes... Everything went fine..."

You smiled up at him and put your hand on his cheek to hopefully calm him down a little bit.

"I can see your orange eyes clearly now~"

"I have so much to show you now~ I guarantee you'll enjoy my shows even more!! I'll throw the best effects for the first show you'll be able to see!"

"Hehe thanks, Tsuaksa~"

"Of course! It's my duty as your boyfriend to make you happy!"

He made the pose that he used to describe to you as "proud to be the shining star" pose. You being the rational one tho... quickly remembered the fact it may not be good moment to relax yet...

"But first... Let's maybe close the door before someone breaks in..."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @wholesaleboi @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 - come get your future star!

After you finally could freely wander around after operation... first thing you did after arriving to school was look for your boyfriend! You didn't told him about the operation because you wanted to surprise him! But... you obviously don't know how he looks... you know how his hair is, how he's built and what his voice sounds like but... it's still hard to see him...

"Y/N!!"

But luckily, universe did the looking for you, because you heard familiar voice behind you!

"You're awfully quick today... slow down, darling, please... We don't want you bumping into anything or anyone..."

He looked at you as you stared up at him with a big smile. He didn't think much about it as he figured you might not even realize you're staring at him as if you actually could see him...

"Your hair really IS interesting~"

"Huh? Fufu~ Want to feel it, dear?"

"No need. Seeing is enough."

"Seeing-?!"

His jaw hanged love as he stared at you not believing what he just said...

"I had operation!!"

"A-And it was successful?! No awful side effects?!"

"No~ I'm all good now!"

"I'm so happy you're well~"

He didn't even hesitate before trapping you in tight loving hug, just taking in what he knows and your presence alone.

"We'll definitely have to revisit some spots~"

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i. tried writing a thingy. this is my first time writing anything btw!!!! please be nice ❤️

The One Bed Trope Feat. My Weird Obsession With Enemies To Lovers - G.Waller x Reader

warnings: almost smut! very spicy! you have been warned! minors dni!!!!!!

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you glanced around the cramped hotel room. There was only ONE bed. "You've gotta be kidding me," you muttered under your breath, turning to glare at one Grayson Waller, the man you swore you hated. He leaned against the wall across from you, a cocky smirk playing on his lips, as usual. "What's the matter, princess? Afraid you can't handle sharing a bed with me?" 

You glared at him in disgust, practically gagging before replying: "In your dreams, Waller, and don't call me that. I'm taking the bed, have fun on the couch." You began walking towards the bed but stopped when you were met with a response from Satan himself. 

"Ha! You wish, sweetheart." Grayson smirked, his gaze roaming over your body. "There's no way you're taking the bed. I'm not spending the night on that disgusting old couch." You groaned in dismay, weighing your options until you came to a decision. "Fine, then. If you won't take the couch, I will."

"Now, now, princess." Waller chuckled, his voice dripping with condescension. "No need to get all huffy. Let's be reasonable here." He pushed himself off the wall and sauntered toward you. "What are you talking about?" you questioned. "It's simple, really," Grayson said, closing the distance between you. He sat on the edge of the bed, his arms folded across his chest, facing you. "We can either have one of us suffer on the couch, or…" He paused, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Or...?"

Grayson chuckled, his gaze intense as he looked at you. "Or... we can share the bed. It's big enough for both of us. Plenty of room." You once again glared at him before genuinely considering it for a moment. You knew he wouldn't give up the ghost on taking the bed, and you didn't want to sleep on some old sofa. 

"Fine, I guess. Just make sure you stay the hell away from my side of the bed." You leaned against the wall behind you, waiting for him to move so you could get comfortable on your side of the bed. Only, he didn't move.

"Don't worry, princess. I'll keep my hands to myself." He chuckled, clearly amused by your reluctance. "Although... who knows what might happen in the middle of the night?" Your expression changed to one of shock, (somehow) not expecting him to say something so blatantly flirty. 

"What did you say?" You managed to stutter out, still in shock.

Grayson's smirk widened as he watched the flustered look on your face. "Oh, you heard me." He stood off the bed and stepped closer, quickly closing the distance between the two of you. "There's something about a cramped space like this... It can make people do things they never thought they would." You tried and failed to back away, realizing you were still against the wall of your shared hotel room.

"What do you mean by that, Waller?" You once again stuttered out, now flustered and nervous.

Grayson leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "Come on, princess. You're not that naive. You know exactly what I'm talking about." He ran his fingers lightly down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "But, Grayson, we can't.."

"Can't, or won't?" His voice dropped to a sultry whisper as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Because something tells me you're not as opposed to the idea as you're letting on." With this, you were practically left like a blue screened computer, sputtering out little 'I's and 'But's.

Grayson chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered response. "You're speechless, princess. I've always had that effect on women." He stepped even closer, his body now pressed against yours. "But you're different. You've always been a challenge. But I know you want me, even if you try so hard to hide it." You turn your head away from him, saying "I'm not hiding anything!" A bit too quickly to be believable.

"Oh, really now?" Grayson smirked, his hand coming to rest on your neck. "Then explain to me why your heart is racing right now. Why you're practically trembling under me." Refusing to give in just yet, you lie through your teeth a second time.

"I'm just cold. It's freezing in here!"

Grayson chuckled, clearly not buying your excuse. "Cold, huh? Yet your cheeks are flushed pink. Your breathing is uneven. And your pulse... it's racing like you've just run a marathon. I mean, it's hard to believe at the very least. But if you really are cold, princess, I can think of a few ways to warm you right up."

"Grayson..." you groaned, feeling your resistant attitude faltering.

"Say my name again, princess." Grayson's voice was a seductive whisper in your ear. "I like the way it sounds when you say it like that." His hand slid down to your waist, tracing a path along your hip. 

"Shit, Grayson, please."

"Please what, princess?" Grayson's voice was a low growl as he pressed closer, his body molding against yours. "Use your words. Tell me what you want before I lose control myself." 

"I want you, Grayson. I need you. God, please fuck me."

He groaned, feeling his restraint snapping at your words. 

"Well, princess, don't say I didn't warn you."

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO PUT HERE UHHHH BYE THNX 4 READING ❤️ i hope it wasn't too bad lol !

[velaryqns]

Can you please do a House fic where Reader and House reconcile after a break up (it’s been a few years)?

Reconciliation

Fandom: House MD

Pairing: Greg House x Reader

Summary: you were already reluctant to accept Cuddy’s request to return to Princeton Plainsboro, your ex boyfriend’s sudden return made it all the worse

Warnings: angst, House being House, past relationship (bad writing on my end, whoops)

Set during season six, but not strictly following the show plot

Your memories of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital hadn’t exactly been the greatest. From people you considered being your friends getting injured, to your relationship with the head diagnostician in the hospital. Cuddy had assured you of his absence, as had Wilson and the rest of his former team.

Former.

Foreman had filled you in on what happened, and you’d honestly felt a bit of hope flutter in your chest when discovering that House had gone to Rehab. But only a bit.

You knew it was only too good to be true when Greg House appeared in your office doorway a few weeks after you had started. You could only stare, and then quickly rose to your feet and crossed the room, “No.”

Before you could hear anything from him, the door shut in his face. You were glad Lisa had provided you with an office with a solid door rather than a glass one. You could see his shadow through the crack of the door by your feet, as well as it shift when he finally walked away.

A sigh of relief passed through your lips, and you shook your head and returned to sitting at your desk. You snatched the phone from its receiver and dialed up Cuddy's office. You sat back in your chair, one arm crossed and your other resting on top of it as the phone rang.

"Doctor Cuddy," Lisa's semi-cheerful tone met your ears, but you were less than cheerful.

"When did he get back?"

"Y/n," Cuddy immediately sounded remorseful as she tried to figure out what to tell you, "I meant to talk to you sooner...it wasn't my intention for you to just find out."

"I don't want to be working with him, Cuddy,"

"Why don't we talk about this in person?"

"Because he's already tried coming into my office and I don't need him catching me in the halls," you muttered in annoyance.

"Please just come to my office, we can talk about it there,"

You were silent, shaking your head before huffed, "Fine."

You put the phone down and rose to your feet, leaving your office and toward Cuddy's office. It's not that you and Greg split on bad terms, they were bad for you anyway. He had made his choices and you made your own, and he ultimately chose to cut off the relationship. And you left Princeton Plainsboro.

Cuddy was already seated at her desk, lost in thought when you walked in. She frowned when she saw you, shaking her head, "I'm so sorry you didn't get a proper warning about House coming back. Wilson thought it wasn't best since you just came back, and right now we value your work more than we can trust his."

"I'm pretty sure I should've known to begin with," you countered, sitting in the chair across from her and folding one leg over the other. You were unimpressed with the reasoning, and excuse, "I won't leave if that's what you're afraid of."

Cuddy's face dropped, shocked and showing she entirely expected you to leave, but you were more mature than the other half of the problem. She waved a hand, "Wow, are you sure? We'd understand completely."

"Letting Gregory House drive me out of my place of work is the last thing I need right now,"

With that, you resumed your work in the hospital. You had a few run-ins with House, but overall it didn't affect your work in the hospital until he could finally corner you in your office one day. You'd been talking to Wilson when House knocked and came in, sending Wilson out and leaving the two of you alone.

"I was getting a consult," you informed him, focusing on anything other than how he watched you and the turtleneck he'd worn.

"Who says I don't need a consult from you?" You looked at him through your lashes, unimpressed as he leaned on his cane, "It's possible."

"I don't want to do this today, House,"

"Yeesh, what happened to 'Greg'?" You shook your head and went back to reading the file for the case you were working on, "Just five minutes."

"I could spend five minutes helping my patients, you could too,"

"And yet you're still sitting here...talking to me,"

You pressed your hands against your face, and sighed, "What do you want?"

"You don't talk to me, you don't look at me, ya know the typical stuff I'd expect from an ex," he waved a hand around, sitting in the chair across from you, "But c'mon, we're coworkers now. You've gotta have a little bit of kindness to share."

"I do," you nod, "When we actually work together for something."

You had a gut feeling as to what he was really after, but you wanted to get back to work as he hummed, "You don't think I've seen you making eyes or anything?"

"I'm not crazy, Greg," He hummed doubtfully and you rolled your eyes, "Please leave."

He did, and a few days later he called you in for a consult. But it was really just him sitting in a clinic room waiting for you. You scoffed when you walked in and shook your head, "I swear you just beg for attention."

"Our soap is on, figured you'd like to join for it," You fell silent, processing his words and looking between him and the small device he'd set up, "I know you want to."

"I want to work," you told him.

"Just come sit with me, and if you still hate me after this, you don't have to talk to me again," he pat the empty chair next to him, holding out a bag of chips with his other hand.

You conceded, walking over to the chair and taking one of the chips, “I don’t hate you.”

He hummed, but was too engrossed in the drama happening on the screen to pay attention to your words. You watched as the drama unfolded, and for a moment everything felt like it had nearly five years ago when you were together.

Almost.

When the episode ended, you were brought back into reality as another started and your pager went off. You left without a word, but for some reason, you missed the feeling you’d had from a few moments earlier.

You went to House’s office at the end of the day, letting yourself in with a knock. He looked up at you, smirking, “Look who’s chasing who now.”

“Shut up,” you shook your head, grinning as you approached his desk, “I just wanted to thank you. It was nice being away from work for a while. Maybe we should do it again.”

“I’ll consider it,” he spoke dismissively, looking down at his paperwork as you smiled and turned away, walking toward the door again, “Maybe at my place this time?”

You turned to see him looking up, a semi-hopeful look on his face. You smiled and nodded your head, “Maybe.”

[kgymstlle]

with love, venus

apocalypse au / tsukishima x fem! reader

cw: mentions of death and suicide

— a letter to the boy who you utterly fell inlove with during the end of the world.

my dearest kei,

if you're reading this, then you've followed my instructions to only open this letter only either when i'm gone, or if we've reached inside the walls of the safe haven. before anything else, please don't blame yourself if something bad happens to me. we both know we couldn't do anything about this goddamn apocalypse.

meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. sure, we didn't exactly have a good start (you were very rude to me) but only because i tried to steal what you were trying to loot in the abandoned supermarket where we met. i admit, it really takes a lot of patience to tolerate someone as spontaneous as me. despite me annoying the hell out of you every single day for the past six months since we met, i felt the affection you give me become stronger every single day that passes by.

i never thought that i'd ever fall inlove again, especially in this situation. i distinctly remember being in denial when i was questioning myself about how i felt towards you. i didn't want to admit it, because if i did then it would actually be real.

you kept me sane during the literal end of the world, and that's actually quite impressive. i can no longer imagine a life without you, kei. i know that we're lucky enough if we get to live another day in this chaos, and if we ever make it to the safe haven i want to settle down and grow old with you. god i really hope you won't get the chance to read this letter for the bad reason. for the first time in my life, i'm actually scared to die. i've finally found a purpose to keep living, but at what cost? why does it have to be under this circumstance?

if it comes down to it i want you to be the one who gets to witness dawn again. you've already been through enough, i've seen it with my own eyes. you've already suffered too much pain losing your companions. you deserve to live a tranquil life, my kei. i really need to get you to the safe haven. it is my only goal left.

as i'm writing this, the time is around midnight, and you are sleeping soundly beside me. we have less than a mile left to the safe haven, but i'm afraid the next area on our route is heavily infested with those things. we'll leave right before dawn. we head west and follow the bright star that follows the sun after setting venus. i've always thought of it as one of the stars, not until you corrected me about it. you said that venus is the brightest planet and that it was based off the roman goddess of beauty and love. you call me that every now and then since the moment you kissed me for the first time confessed but i'm not quite too sure if the goddess would appreciate that. nonetheless, i appreciate it.

only read this next part if i meet my fate:

don't do anything stupid, kei. don't go after me, don't try to fight off those things if we get swarmed, don't bring their attention to you— run. saving me wouldn't matter anymore if i got bitten.

i'll most likely ask you to kill put me down if it's too late for me. i really hope you don't hesitate. if you do, i'll do it myself. i'd rather you not see me as one of those things.

when you're sure that i'm no longer breathing, take all the essential items in my bag. even my share of the supplies and food.

go on without me. i know you well enough that you'd consider still bringing me to the safe haven, but your chances or surviving will increase more if you aren't dragging a body behind your back. just leave me.

take my necklace and wear it always.

when you get to the safe haven, that's only where i want you to make a grave for me. and when you do, make sure to change my last name to yours. i want to be remembered that way forever.

lastly, i hope you live a great life, my love. i love you more than you could ever imagine. i promise i'll always meet you in our next lives. you deserve to live the rest of this life in peace.

alright, i'm about to wake you up. god you look so cute when you sleep. it makes me want to wake up next to you each morning. i love you.

p.s. - if we ever actually make it there together, let's get married! okay that's all, i really need to wake you up now, we've got a tough journey ahead of us.

with love, venus

[missmoonfrost]

Extra number - a wolfstar AU

I tried to write a microfic for today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt performer AU - it ended up over 1300 words = not a microfic at all. Enjoy!

Sirius was getting ready to head for makeup when the director came in.

"Paul's ill. Thankfully we've got a backup for his part. There's no time for you to repeat the whole thing together, I'm afraid. I hope it won't be too much of a problem."

Well, Sirius wasn't happy about it. But he was a professional, he'd make it work.

"He'll be here any minute so you can at least go over the duet and -"

The door opened again.

"Ah! Here he is. I believe you've worked with Mr Lupin before?"

Oh. Him. Mr prim and proper, all facade. Mr "I'll shagg you in the bathroom, then not even walk too close if there's the slightest chance of a camera". He had thought he had left those heart-wrecking months hoping there would ever be something more behind him in New York.

"Yeah, we've met", he admitted wryly.

Remus gave him a crooked smile. Sirius reluctantly shook his outstretched hand. His big, warm, and pleasantly steady hand. Met his inviting amber eyes and broadening smile. Nope. He was never falling for that again.

They really had a very short time to repeat. And Remus called them done early, wanting plenty of time in makeup.

"Are you really that worried about your looks?" Sirius mocked even though he'd seen the scars before. He knew Remus always wore long sleeves and high collars when they weren't covered up neatly. Of course, it took ages.

"If you don't care about your appearance, why the piercings? Why the hairstyling?" he replied calmly.

"Different thing. Different reason."

"What do you know about my reasons?"

"I’m well aware of how desperate you are to not let anyone see the slightest crack in your perfect facade."

Sirius left before he could reply. They could not get into an argument now. He had to stay focused.

When Sirius went on stage the thoughts of Remus were stored away where they didn't hinder him from opening the show as big and bold as always.

The second part was mostly Remus'. He did it well with only a few mistakes that the audience hardly noticed, despite his minimal time to prepare. He was nothing if not a good performer. On and off stage, that was.

For the third part, they worked together. Remus was taller than Paul, and Sirius had to take slightly longer steps to keep up, but it was alarmingly easy to fall into the same rhythm. Sirius remained focused, remained in character. It worked until the duet. Remus' eyes had him losing his stage persona and craving him for himself.

He might regret it later, but he was a professional and the audience deserved that he did his best. To deliver feeling you needed to feel. So, he looked into Remus' playful eyes again and let himself yearn. The passion in his voice came effortlessly.

They locked hands and bowed to the applause, as expected. They walked out, still hand in hand, and Remus' thumb brushed his knuckles. They hugged behind the curtain, as colleagues might. The sudden closeness so soon after the adrenalin still broke Sirius' resolve. His breath stuck in his throat as he breathed in the familiar scent. He needed him closer. His hands moved up his back under his shirt. His lips hungrily pressed against his. Until they disappeared, Remus quickly pulled back, leaving Sirius struggling to reorient himself. Right, they were still backstage.

"That was amazing!" The director handed them each a glass of champagne.

"Maybe we should team up again?" Remus said looking directly at him with a wanting expression that sent shivers down Sirius' spine. His body betrayed him again. He knew he had fallen too easily.

"Are you sure that would fit your image?" he asked icily.

The look of hurt in Remus' eyes shouldn't make his heart ache. It should be just what that bastard deserved.

"As if you don't have an image?!" Remus put the glass back in the confused director’s hands and took a step forward. "Wild and crazy. On the front page with a new conquest every week", he mocked.

"If people wanna interpret a kiss on the cheek as me having slept with someone that’s on them." The director hastily excused himself and Sirius dared to add "At least I'm open with my sexuality."

Remus pursed his lips furiously.

"What? Are you jealous?"

"Is that so hard to imagine? I thought we had something special."

"So did I, until you didn't want to be seen with me in daylight!"

Remus looked at the floor. When no replay came, Sirius quickly gathered his things and stormed out. He spent a very lonely night at the hotel room, and the next day ignoring phone calls and texts from both Remus ("I just want to talk" - bullshit) and the director (he would be working with Mr Lupin this evening as well, a thousand apologies).

That evening he met a very quiet and subdued Remus in makeup. When the girl asked to start on his arms, he refused.

Sirius looked up "What are you doing?"

"Apparently being open is very important to you."

The pain in his voice made Sirius' heart ache again. "I don't want to bully you into doing anything. Just don't think you can use me as... just don’t use me."

Remus smiled meekly and tried to sound reassuring "I know. This is for the best."

Despite everything, Sirius melted. It was true that he didn't know Remus' reasons for keeping his scars hidden, but he recognised fear when he saw it. He pressed Remus' hand. "Look, don't do anything rushed. Don't do anything you don't want to do."

"I've had plenty of time to think. After New York... I really missed you. And I've realised that for things to work out, I need to do this."

Five minutes before the start, he borrowed a microphone.

"Good evening, everyone. The show is about to start. But first: story time!"

"Those of you sitting close can see that I have scars on my arms and neck. They are 15 years old. You've never seen them, because I've always covered them up. But not anymore. Today I want to tell you what happened."

"Once upon a time, when I was a young aspiring singer, I met a bloke in a bar. We caught a liking for each other and headed home together. Holding hands. Kissing. We ran into a gang that..." he closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands for a second, "didn’t share our view of love. I woke up in the hospital."

Sirius held his breath.

"My friend didn't wake up at all."

The audience was dead silent.

"Respecting everyone is the most important message I could give you. But what I really wanted to talk about today is meeting your fears. You see, the problem with being gay and not letting anyone know is you get very limited. There's a lot of things you can’t do. Like asking your crush out, for one thing."

He stage whispered to the audience: "Guess who my new crush is?"

The crowd murmured excitedly.

"The very handsome, very talented Sirius Black."

The audience cheered and whistled.

Remus stage whispered again: "Do you think he'll say yes if I ask for a kiss?"

The audience cheered again. He was an excellent performer. But Sirius caught the tremble in his voice.

The director pushed Sirius on stage. He slowly walked up to Remus, meeting wide honest eyes.

"I had no idea" he whispered apologetically.

"How could you? I never told anyone." Remus' fingertips gingerly brushed his cheek. He reached forward, raised on his tiptoes, and smiled as their lips pressed together. Soft, lovingly, unrushed.

The audience went crazy.

That show Sirius made a few embarrassingly basic mistakes. But the audience probably forgave him, they got an extra number at the beginning after all.

More importantly, he and Remus left holding hands and didn't let go of each other until Sirius pushed him down on his hotel bed.

[pwyzzaori]

Where do people think they're going to get by harassing old Hellpark Ri mods?

NOBODY CAN STAND THIS ANYMORE, IT'S ALREADY REACHING AN ABSURD LEVEL, and the most we can do is write loooong texts asking these people to stop AND THAT'S NOT ENOUGH

It's okay if you don't like the project, no one is obliged to like it, BUT ANY NORMAL HUMAN BEING WOULD DO IS IGNORE IT AND MOVE ON, BUT NO, THERE ARE PRIMATES DOXING US AND SPREADING LIES

in fact, you don't even need two brain cells to realize that you won't get anywhere doing this SINCE THESE PEOPLE NO LONGER HAVE ANY CONNECTION WITH THE PROJECT

I don't know what goes through these people's heads to commit this type of act, because it is a VERY SERIOUS thing

We already have to go through so many things every day for countless reasons and now this?

The worst part is knowing that many of the mods that were there were minors who just wanted to have fun drawing their favorite characters, doing redesigns and giving ideas for the story

I really hope this doesn't affect them like it affected me some time ago and recently it's affecting more people

Please leave us alone, we no longer have any involvement with this project, stop doxxing old mods, it won't get you anywhere

thank you(my english sucks sorry)

-------------------------------------------------------------------

I also wanted to vent a little, it's not a very recent situation but it started happening again these days and it's bothering me A LOT

When I discovered Hellpark I fell in love with the artstyle and started to practice drawing with it, consequently I reached a level where if someone saw my drawing without analyzing it, they could come to the conclusion that it was an official drawing (people have actually told me this already)

At first I felt very special about it, but as soon as I joined the project, DMs from all my social midia (except Discord) started to arrive from people asking if I was Wire

I always answered: no, I'm not Wire

and I started to get afraid that people would start to bother Wire themself, or idk some of the og mods from Hellpark (I don't know if this kind of thing really happened, but I hope not)

These messages didn't stop until I completely disassociated myself from the project (after the old mods left I ended up staying on the project for a few more months to help peeks while new moderators didn't join), but a week ago not only ppl started asking if I was Wire again, but they also started literally insulting me or asking me to come back to the project via discord like whaaaat

I've never given my primary Discord account username to anyone other than acquaintances

and now I'm a little scared to be honest

like this morning I got one message from a person I've never even seen in my life

I just changed my username and left some servers related to Hellpark. I hope this solves it, I really don't want to have to change accounts

I just wanted to vent about this, on one hand it's kind of worrying because someone literally leaked my old username, but other than that nothing too "horrible" happened to me :p

[billlydear]

Hi! This is kinda a heavy topic so feel free to skip if you’re not comfortable! Could you possibly do a writing of how Billy would react to his usually stoic and strong s/o going though something really upsetting and crying to him? I recently lost a loved one so I could use some comfort :( and Billy looks like he gives good hugs.

ROLE REVERSAL - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 1035 - REQUEST - MASTERLIST - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

i'm so sorry for your loss, i hope that this is able to help, and if there's anything else i can do to cheer you up, please let me know <3

It's not typical for you to show up at Billy's door crying. Usually it's the other way around, tears gathering in his bruised eyes threatening to slip down his stinging cheeks, waiting in the safety of his saddened gaze until he's in the sanctuary that your embrace has to offer.

He's so familiar with this routine, get hit, fall down, get up, go home, cry, that when it's reversed, when his home comes to him crying, his stomach twists with an uncomfortable feeling.

He meets you on the doorstep, though not because he's afraid of Neil seeing you. The couple is out for the weekend, and Max was supposed to be asleep hours ago, though Billy has a sneaking suspicion she's still up.

It was no trick of the light, there are tears on your cheeks. Something prickles in his chest, hot, angry, sharp, but you butt your head against his front and his heart steps forwards to block it from hurting you. Instead you meet the soft material of his fleece jacket, something that he'll never admit to sleeping in in front of his friends.

"Y/N," He wraps his arms around you by instinct, and you cling to him, so he knows he made the right choice. Your chest is convulsing with sobs he doesn't know the cause of, and every second that he sits there and lets you suffer makes his teeth clench.

"Angel," He keeps his voice low and sweet for the amount of anger brewing inside of him, tilting your chin up with his fingers hooked beneath it, "What happened? Who did this to you?"

Billy sees tears on your cheeks and wants to fight. He knows fighting means crying, and if he can fight back for once in his life, then you won't cry anymore. But you shake your head vehemently, face smearing against his chest and leaving dark tearstains where your eyes rest.

"Talk to me," He pleads, and he probably sounds more brash than he wants to. He's just desperate, he can't fix things if he doesn't know what's wrong.

The second you're able to breathe long enough to stammer out that he can't fight death, his entire body stiffens. He feels it from his head to his toes, the aching realization that he can't fix this. You're going to cry, you're going to hurt, you're going to suffer, and he can't stop it, he can't fix it.

Your sobs are loud and they gush from you in waterfalls, so it's no surprise when Max pokes her head out of the front door, a nervous frown on her face. He knew she wasn't sleeping.

"Y/N?" She starts, but Billy shakes his head.

"Not now," He mumbles, tilting his head back inside, "Go get her a jacket from my closet. And- and brew some of your mom's tea shit!"

When Max follows his directions, only willingly because they're for you, he turns back to you.

"Let's go inside," He prompts you, hunching down to catch beneath your bum, lifting you up slightly to haul you over the threshold. On a typical day, he'd give your ass a cheeky squeeze, but he doesn't think it would be very considerate now.

You seem content to stay buried in his chest the entire walk to the couch, however awkward the shuffle is. When he finally gets onto the couch you're on top of him already, his back sinking against the cushions while you dig your knees into his hips. He keeps you as close as possible, rubbing up and down your back the way you do when he comes through your window at night.

He tries parroting the sweet nothings that you whisper into his ear during those late-night tear-filled meetups, and the more he croons to you, the more natural his words become.

'You're safe,' and 'You can cry,' turn into, 'I'm sorry, angel.' and 'Breathe, baby'. One that stays the same is, 'It'll get better,' and he takes solace in the fact that you won't be sad forever. He knows you need to be sad now, though, so he clenches his teeth and accepts that he can't fix this.

When Max comes back with his hoodie and your mug of tea you thank her tearily, but Billy knows you don't want to sob around her, so he sends her back to bed. He does it politely, though, because he knows she's evading sleep to care about you, not to get on his nerves.

"Careful," Billy murmurs, watching your hands shake as they grip your tea. He cups his large hand underneath the mug to hold it steady, and a gulp of the steamy liquid sends a shiver down your spine. He scratches it away, smoothing hair away from your face where it's been stuck there with tears.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He tries, careful not to prod where you don't want to be pushed. You blink quickly, teary eyes focused on his chest rather than his face, and he lets you avoid eye contact.

"No," You breathe, scrunching your eyes shut when fresh tears bud at their borders, "No, I just- I just want to.. sit. And cry."

"Okay," He nods, his curls bouncing around his head, freshly washed and formed, "Okay angel. Crying is.. good."

He echoes your vehement sentiments that he hears when he lets himself break down, your encouragements to get it out of his system when it tries escaping instead of holding it prisoner. Because if you don't cry now, you'll just cry more later.

"Yeah," You sniffle, nodding, and though it doesn't make you smile, the familiarity of the words BIlly reassures you with is comforting, "Yeah, crying is good."

"One more sip," He murmurs, tipping the mug back up to your mouth. You gulp down another mouthful, then he sets it on the table.

"Okay, angel." He rubs his hands against your back once more, tucking his chin down so that his cheek meets the crown of your head, "Let it out." He turns to kiss your head, tucking his nose against it and speaking into your scalp as he tugs you closer to him, "Cry, baby, I've got you."

[mybelovedwoo]

i will be your company

seonghwa x f!reader

fluff, forbidden love, sister's boyfriend's friend / wc: 2.1k

warnings: mention of food

note: so i had this idea in my head for seonghwa for a long time now, and i'm so happy i could finally write it down. i'm really excited for the future of the seonghwa stories these ones gonna be an interesting one.

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You were already sitting on the bus when you received a message from your sister saying that you couldn't have lunch together with her and her boyfriend after all because something urgent had come up for them. She even said that you can wait for them at Yunho's, his boyfriend's place until then and maybe you can have dinner later. 

Yunho is living in a dorm with seven of his friends, someone has to be home so they can let you in, you think. Sure you met them before, but it's still awkward since you still don't really know them and you are also much younger than them.

Walking up to the door you were hesitant, but eventually, you rang the doorbell. You didn't know which one would be better if nobody answered, so then you can go home, or if they answer you have to spend some awkward hours here, but at least you didn't travel unnecessarily across the whole city. You were taken out of your thoughts when the door suddenly opened in front of you.

"Ohh. Hey Y/n. I didn't expect you here. Your sister isn't here and neither is Yunho." Hongjoong opened the door for you for your luck. He is the one that you talked with the most out of all of them so far. He is a very direct and friendly person, so he makes it much easier.

"I know." You didn't know exactly what to say. Just invite yourself in? How rude is that, you don't even know these men.

"Then what are you doing here?" He asked genuinely confused, he even tilted his head to the side.

"Actually, my sister told me I can wait for them here. Only if it's not a problem." This is so embarrassing, you would rather hide somewhere else. But you can't leave now.

"Of course, come in." He opened the door for you wider so you could get in. "To be honest, I have to go to work, I'm already late. But don't worry, Seonghwa is home, you won't be alone." You were actually hoping to be alone.

You entered the living room area, and the mentioned person just stepped out of one of the rooms at the same moment. He is wearing some comfy pants and a black shirt, you assume it's his pajamas or at least some homey clothes. He stops at his track, he looks confused and maybe a little embarrassed too. His eyes dart between Hongjoong and you. "Seonghwa, Y/n is staying here until Yunho and Y/n/s/n come back. I'm going to the studio." He grabs his bag and goes up to the door. "It was nice to see you again Y/n." He smiles at you and heads out.

"Feel free to sit down." He pointed to the couch with his hands. But before you could go there, he quickly ran over there and threw a few things off of it to one of the corners of the room. He also sits down with you, but not too close. He kinda acts as if he is afraid of you or something. It looks kinda funny, you sit at one end of the couch and he sits at the other.

His black hair hangs a little in his eyes and you wonder if it bothers him. You noticed how good he looks the first time you met him, you can't help but notice it now too, even in clothes like this. "If I had known you were coming, I would have worn something nicer." You are surprised by his sudden statement, you thought he heard your thoughts, but you can see his only joking by his sheepish smile. "Oh no no! Even I didn't know I was coming." You smiled back, the awkward tension from before was finally fading away.

"So you were about to meet up with your sister?" He asked you as he swept his hair out of his vision so he could see you better, although you were a little too far away. "Yes, we were about to have lunch together." You were getting more and more comfortable so you let go of yourself and leaned back too. 

"What? You haven't had lunch yet? But it's almost three o'clock. I'm gonna look for something in the kitchen for you, stay here until then." You couldn't even object, he was already gone. He came back moments later with a sad expression. "Y/n I'm so sorry. There's nothing really at home that I can give you." This poor man felt so bad for you. But it wasn't his fault at all, you were the one who interrupted his day, without any warnings, and now he has to deal with you when most definitely has better things to do.

"It's okay, I swear. I make a quick run to the convenience store, I'll be right back." You stood up to put on your shoes. This way you feel a little better, so you're not going to eat their food from them. 

You were about to open the door when he suddenly grabbed your arm from behind you to stop you from leaving. "Wait. At least let me come with you." You turned back to face him. He didn't really owe you anything, but the way he looked at you you just couldn't say no to him, so you said a little "okay", and he literally ran to his room to change his pants.

He came back real quick and you headed out to the store that is on the corner of their street, it's not that far, it's about a five-minute walk. "So is it your day off today?" You ask him, not exactly knowing how to start a conversation with him, you haven't had a real conversation before.

"Yes, it is!" He said it with a happy tone and a huge smile. "It was about time." He chuckled at his own joke. But it wasn't funny to you at all, because you hear from your sister all the time how much these guys work, and yes, right now you feel sorry for him that you steal his precious time to rest from him.

"I'm really sorry that I interrupted your well-deserved rest. You can actually go back home if you want, I can find the store alone." You knew he was just being nice to you.

"Don't be silly. You didn't interrupt anything. In fact, I'm rather glad you give me company." He stopped so he can properly give you a smile of reassurance. But before you could answer, he stepped behind you and put his left arm around your shoulder to push you further out of the road, closer to the edge. You didn't notice that a car was coming. This street doesn't have a sidewalk so you were walking on the narrow road the whole time.

After the car left, he didn't go back to the place he walked before but continued walking on the closer side to the road. "Thank you." You were genuinely surprised by his actions, he was such a gentleman. He just shook his head, saying "it was nothing". 

Eventually, you arrived at your destination, you were so glad because the walking made you ten times more hungrier. You immediately went to the ramen section, you already knew what you wanted to eat. On the other hand, it looked like Seonghwa wasn't prepared at all, he looked around for like ten minutes before he finally decided what he wanted to eat. 

Surprisingly he chose the same thing as you, the carbonara buldak ramen, it was actually you're go-to thing from the convenience store, with some strawberry milk to cool down the spiciness. "So you're telling me this is your favorite?" He asked you as he sat down in front of you at the little table in the store. "Isn't it too spicy for you?" 

"You underestimate me." You took it as a challenge, and it looked like he did too. So you made a little competition in who can finish the whole bowl of ramen first. Unfortunately, you didn't win, not because you couldn't handle the spice, but because Seonghwa ate so fast you had literally no chance against him. "I didn't know you had such a big appetite." It just slipped out of your mouth. You didn't mean to be rude, so you were quick to explain what you meant. "I mean it's a good thing!" You corrected yourself.

"Yeah, I really love food. I've always had a good appetite. Are you foody too?" He asked you as he opened both of your strawberry milks, you didn't even ask him to do so, he just did it without thinking much about it.

"I didn't have a good relationship with food. But that's in the past, I already let go of that. I really enjoy eating now though." He nodded understandingly. "Good to hear that." At that, you both clinked and downed your drinks.

"I actually wanted to mention this earlier, I really like your shirt." Seonghwa pointed down at your shirt. You wore your favorite T-shirt today. It's a dark grey, oversized shirt with a really cool Star Wars graphic on it. "Do you like Star Wars too?" He collected all the trash you left behind on the table in a small bag.

"Yes, it is my favorite movie of all time." Seonghwa's eyes sparked like the stars at night, he's never been more excited in his life talking with someone.

"Really?" He didn't want to seem too excited though in front of you, so you don't think he's weird or something. "Which one is your favorite?" 

"I know it's not everyone's favorite, but mine is the Revenge of the Sith. I just really love Anakin, I had a huge crush on him when I was young." You laughed admitting it out loud, even though it was a long time ago, but it's still embarrassing. 

"Yeah, he is really cool. He is one of my favorites too, actually." His gaze rested on your face and it looked like he was scanning every part of it, it made you very nervous. He swallowed hard and you could see he wanted to say something, bet he hesitated. " I have a collection back at home, I can show you if you want to." 

"Okay, sure, let's go." You haven't had anything better to do anyway, so at least you could spend your time doing something you like. You got going back to the dorm, Seonghwa's hand was full with a bag, he bought so much stuff as if he was shopping for an army. "Why did you buy so much stuff?" Your curiosity took over you, so you asked him.

"Just in case you get hungry later." You were surprised by his answer, you quite literally just ate a couple of minutes ago, what is he thinking of you, does he think you eat so much? But you didn't want to mention it to him, he probably did it out of kindness, and to insult you.  

When you got back, you were surprised as you opened the door and you found your sister and Yunho there in the living room looking very stressed. "Where have you been? I couldn't even reach you. I was worried to death." It seemed as if a stone had fallen from her heart when she saw you coming in on that door. "Oh, hi Seonghwa." She finally noticed your companion. It was so embarrassing that your sister scolded you in front of everybody like you were still a little kid. You took your phone out of your back pocket and see that it is dead, you didn't even notice it. "It's dead." You show it to your sister.

"Sorry, she was with me. We didn't notice how fast time flew by." Seonghwa stepped in front of you to confront your sister. She looked at you with an expression you couldn't really figure out. "Okay. I'm glad that at least she was in good hands. Thank you Seonghwa, and sorry if she was a bother to you."

"She wasn't at all." He says immediately, without any hesitation. 

Your sister and Yunho were ready to go out for dinner, but little did they know you were already full, but you had to go with them anyway. You were kinda sad that your day with Seonghwa ended so suddenly and he couldn't show you his Star Wars collection, that you were excited to see. But it was such a surprise for you, how well you got along with him, and how good you felt all day long. When you were just leaving, he even told you that he can't wait to see you again.

[httpsdana]

First Of Many~Rasmus Højlund

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haven't been here for a while but when Rasmus scored i knew I had to write a fic for my baby @utdmount. Anyway, happy new year everyone I hope you all have an amazing year with your family and friends 💕

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People be wishing to be siblings with a football player, but no. y/n didn't really like the attention from being Diogo Dalot's sister.

Aside from that she hated the rules her brother had put regarding his teammates which are obviously 'you can't date any of them' or 'stay away from my teammates. they're trouble'. Obviously she didn't listen to him and befriended most of them. But a specific young Danish player caught her eye and had a soft spot in her heart.

After a few sneak outs and secret dates, Rasmus finally asked her out. They have been dating for about 2 months now, and of course without Diogo knowing. She didn't want to freak him out and thought that maybe he would try to break them apart.

He was always afraid she would get hurt, so he was overprotective when things come to his sister. Especially after the awful treatment they both had from their father and the trauma it had left in their lives.

The only part y/n liked about being a football sister was the free passes to the matches. So there she was at Old Trafford next to the wags of the Manchester United players. She was here as the sister, but secretly a wag too.

Yes she had the 'Dalot' jersey on, but her 'Højlund' one was in her bag for good luck. She knew Rasmus was struggling recently and that's the least she can do for him.

The first half of the match against Aston Villa was simply awful. The team conceded 2 goals in the first 30 minutes and the crowd was disappointed to say the least.

The last 10 minutes of the first half were a bit better as the team was more controlling and dangerously close to scoring at least one goal before half time. It didn't happen though.

y/n slipped out of the box and to the lockers where the players would be. Diogo was the first one to see her. He was confused but glad he saw her.

"hey what are you doing here?" he asked her, giving her a small hug

"just came to check on you and the guys. I know you will do better in the second half" she smiled softly at him. He smiled back before he was called by his coach. y/n's eyes scanned the room until they landed on a sulking blondie, a pout on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

She smiled at his silly expressions and walked to him, looking over her shoulder to make sure her brother doesn't see her. She sat down next to him making him look up. He smiled quickly and sat up.

"what's with the pout?" she asked, making him sigh

"we were so bad out there. I don't know if the coach is even gonna keep me on the pitch anymore this match." his head dropped into his hands while his elbows rested on his knees. y/n looked up, noticing Diogo was out of sight. She placed her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it gently.

"you know that won't happen. The coach has faith in you and so do I and the fans. We know your time will come soon you just have to wait for your time to shine my love" she raised her hand to his wet hair, stroking his head with her fingers

He smiled up at her, laying his head on her shoulder. Her body tensed up a bit, but when she noticed they were the only ones left in the lockers she relaxed a bit.

"I'm gonna try to score for you" he mumbled, making her smile

"you better" she said jokingly making him smile

He got up and took a deep breath. She got up too, before he pecked her lips a few times.

He pulled away and smiled down at her

"for good luck" he murmured making her chuckle. She pushed him away slightly, the smile still on her face

He walked out of the locker room, while she aited for a bit before leaving too. As she stepped out of the room she saw Diogo standing there with raised eyebrows. Her heart dropped as she thought he heard or saw her and Rasmus inside.

"what were you still doing in there?" he asked suspiciously. She gulped looking everywhere other than his eyes

" I-I was just fixing my make up" she stuttered nervously

He eyed her body language, knowing that she was lying but he didn't say anything as the game was about to be resumed.

She let out a sigh of relief when he walked away after his name was called, but she had a feeling he'll be asking her more questions after the match.

She went back to the box where she was sat as the whistle for the second half was blown

It was an amazing second half. The first goal by Garnacho was an offside, but it only fueled the players more with the desire to at least get a draw.

About 10 minutes later Garnacho scored again. a real goal this time. Again, minutes after he scored the second. The atmosphere in the stadium was vibrant.

y/n was so excited that they managed to score two goals, but was a bit sad for her boyfriend. She still believed in him, until the minute 82. Man united got a corner.

After Bruno shot it, it reached one of the opponents defenders, but he didn't manage to quite control, leaving the ball in front of Rasmus. He shot the ball with all his strength and no hesitation.

It hit the post and then the net. y/n screamed from her seat. She started yelling with all the fans behind her and clapping as hard as she could.

She had tears in her eyes because of the pride she felt at the moment. Rasmus celebrated his goal with his teammates and his fans.

When he was left alone in front of the fans, he did a heart shape with his fingers and then y/n's initial after that. When y/n realized what was happening she smiled and blew him a kiss, only for him to blow her another one. She smiled widely and sat back in her seat, blushing furiously at this dedication.

The match ended with a brilliant comeback from the boys. y/n walked down with the other wags to the pitch. Running over to her brother. She was about to hug him tightly with a smile on her face, until she saw his furious expression.

"what the fuck was that y/n? you're really going out with Rasmus?! After i told you one hundred million fucking times that you're not allowed to date any of them?! you thought I would believe what happened in the locker? you two were in there alone! I'm not that stupid!" his yelling voice caught her off guard. The yelling only bringing back some memories that she didn't want to remember. Her dad.

When he used to yell and scream at her and Diogo. When he'd slam a glass or a vase on the wall right beside their heads. Her breath got caught up in her throat, her eyes tearing up while she placed her hand on her chest. Diogo didn't seem to notice it and continued his screaming fit.

But Rasmus noticed. He ran from where he was next to his parents to y/n. He knew all about her issues with her father. He knew all the trauma and fear he had caused to her. He pushed Diogo away and covered y/n's ears, pulling her into a deep hug.

"what the fuck Diogo? you know how she gets when being yelled at. Why are you doing this?" he said as calmly as he could. Diogo ignored him and continued his yelling

"who the fuck do you think you are?! you're fucking with my sister? really? that's so low of you! how could you?!" Diogo only raised his voice more, making Rasmus tighten his grip around his girlfriend that was still crying in his arms.

"please stop. for your sister not for me" Rasmus said in a calm voice.

Diogo's face softened when he looked at his sister, when he heard her low sobs into her boyfriend's chest. Only then he realized what he has done. Not only that, but he realized that Rasmus had managed to calm her down a bit, in a way he could never do.

"I'm sorry. oh my god y/n I'm so sorry. please forgive me" he tried grabbing her shoulder to make her look at him, but she only tightened her grip around Rasmus.

"I think it's best if you leave. you know she'll come around when she's feeling better" Rasmus said

Diogo was disappointed in himself but only nodded his head.

"I'm sorry man. I just realized how much you two mean to each other. And I'm sorry again y/n. I hope you forgive me" he kissed the top of her head and patted Rasmus' back, before walking away from them.

" hey sweetheart, let's go home shall we?" he said in a low calm voice. She only nodded her head and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, burying her head deep in her neck.

[wildkimiko]

Because this is my current fic and I'm rotating my blorbo inside my head*

A leader whumpee who has abandonment issues, so they try really hard to be there for their team, to the point where it's self-destructive.

Maybe they were exiled from their community. Maybe their parents let them down. Maybe they're an orphan, and never had anyone care for them. Maybe they're incredibly afraid of the people they love being harmed in some way. So when they get older, and they're surrounded by people who they care about, they dedicate themselves to them, because that's all they wanted as a child. They always just stop shy of throwing away their life to save their friends, but if the situation came about, they'd do it. Literally "ride or die". Sometimes it scares the team with how much Leader will do for them just to ensure they're safe, healthy, and happy.

But as a result, Leader is terrified that their team will not care for them in the same manner. When Whumper kidnaps them, they can't help but think their team won't come for them. Everyone else in their life prior to that never came when they asked for help. And when Whumper whispers in their ear that nobody will save them, after a while they start to believe it. Days turns to weeks, or months, and they steadily lose hope that anyone is coming to save them.

This can lead down two paths:

1) their team doesn't come for them. Whether it takes them to long go find Whumpee, or Whumpee manages to escape on their own, their worries are validated. The team is excited to see Whumpee safe and sound, but Whumpee seems... Different, now. They don't offer a helping hand, and they begrudgingly will protect them during a fight, but... The dedication just isn't there. Whumpee grows more and more distant until their team confronts them. And Leader Whumpee breaks down, yelling at them for not rescuing them, that all this time they thought their team would care. It takes a lot of time to convince Leader Whumpee that they were looking for them, that they used every trick and connection they shared to find them.

2) their team DOES come for them. They rescue Leader Whumpee and care for them. But Whumpee doesn't quite believe it's real. It takes quite a bit of convincing to tell their leader that yes, they care about them, they'd always come to help, to relax and be the one looked after for a change. Bonus points if they tell Whumpee this when they're incredibly feverish, and the realization that they DO care just causes all the stress to leave their body, and they collapse because they know they're safe and loved.

Just... Ugh. I love it. That's why I'm writing it.

*I have aphantasia and cannot actually rotate blorbo in my head, so that's why you get this post