#and im here cradling it gently like thank you for sharing this with me ;_;

[burningcomputerpersona]

MY SISTER CITIES BOOK AND VINYL HAS FINALLY ARRIVED

HELLO GORGEOUS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[gallaghersgal]

hi same anon again. im feral now actually, thank you. fluff so good im flushed fr 🙏

something about vulnerability and soft intimacy with lip makes me go crazy. like running a hand through his hair late at night and just feeling him lean into the affection or sleeping next to him and even in his subconscious he HAS to be holding you in some way, even if it's just a hand cupping your thigh or something small like omggg i love him so much 😔😔

hehe yesss of course 🤭 mkip is everything to me esp their gentle friendly intimacy cause it’s like “we used to share a bed at four years old so why not now” except they’re 18 and totally not in love with each other… nope no sir

that actually reminded me. i have a soft intimacy blurb in my notes app that i wrote for … sonia? olive? idk we were discussing this in dms but anyways. here’s some more lip content i wrote but never posted ⬇️⬇️

you’re sitting with your back to the wall on your bed when lip sneaks in your window and you give a little amused laugh. you scoot up towards the edge, fingers reaching towards his hips before you wrinkle your nose up. “smell like cigs,” you complain, and lip can’t help but ruffle your hair.

he scoffs, “y’re a prissy little thing, aren’t you?” but the question is followed by his arms reaching behind his head, fabric of his black tee lifting to reveal the v of his hips, his abs, and his happy trail. one hand cradles the back of your head to draw you in towards his stomach.

you press your cheek there then sniff again and a discontent whine vibrates against his bare torso. fingers pick gently at his belt, “these too,” you pout. “still smell like smoke. don’ want it in my sheets.”

lip can’t help but laugh at you, stepping back to undo his belt and push his shorts down past his hips, leaving your boyfriend in nothing but socks and a pair of plaid boxers. a playful shove has you laid on the mattress and he swings one leg over your hips as he crawls into bed, straddling you. greedy lips mush to your cheek as he murmurs, “this better? hm?”

[cap-ironman]

2024 Captain America/Iron Man Reverse Bang Masterlist

After months filled with creativity being crafted into fanworks, this year's Reverse Bang is finished! Thank you to all of our fantastic participants—congratulations on posting, and we hope you had a great time working together, whether this was your first Cap-IM RBB or not!

Here’s the final list of our 12 fantastic artwork entries and their accompanying works, all created specifically for this event. Enjoy exploring the new Stevetony content, and remember to show your appreciation through kudos, comments and sharing if you haven't already!

Mind the warnings for each individual work on their AO3 page, please.

A Brooklynite Abroad by BladeoftheNebula (G, MCU, art) ★ Team Masterpost

Found My Heart Wandering by ItsMayBiTheWay (M, MCU, 2972 words)

The scenery, for lack of better words, is simply breathtaking. The colors of the sunset before him, as he crosses his legs on the wooden pier, reach inside Steve’s sternum and cradle his heart gently, the soft pinks and blues swaying in the sky to create the perfect shade of lilac. They fill in the cracks like the ancient art of kintsugi, proudly emphasizing all the scars with gold- you are better for all the scars you take, Steven, it shows you have loved, it shows you have lost- it all shows you have lived; instead of wasting your heart away, the voice of his mother repeats. Backpacking across Europe for inspiration for his upcoming art show after a bad breakup; the last thing Steve expects to find is love.

caught red-handed by jetblackfeeling (T, 616, art) ★ Team Masterpost

Red Strings of Fate (Tying Me To You) by ItsMayBiTheWay (E, 616, 5035 words)

It should be uneventful. Steve has done this a million times, one way or another. Being used in public service announcements and publicity for the army came with the shield long before the ice did, and just because they changed mediums and became online in this century has made no difference for Steve. Shaking his head, Steve physically tries to chase the memories of last night away. He puts on his most charming smile- one that Tony always tells him that makes his knees go weak, and takes a deep breath, promising himself that he won’t think about Tony until he ends the live stream. These people are tuning in for a good cause, his whole attention is the least he can give back to them in exchange. Well, things rarely go according to plan, huh?

Situationship by Neverever (T, 616, 6832 words)

Steve isn't surprised that a clip of Tony appearing on his zoom meeting just wearing his thong went viral. He is surprised that his friends all think that it was a really weird way of making their relationship public. The thing is, he and Tony aren't dating and really aren't in any relationship.

A Dragon's Pride by massivespacewren (G, 616/MCU, art) ★ Team Masterpost

A Dragon's Pride by Naivelittleprincess (G, MCU, 14436 words)

Sir Steven has a great task ahead. Bring King Dreykov the heart of the dragon that took Princess Natalia and the knight would be rewarded with the truth. But all his expectations are thrown off the back of his horse when the dragon whisks him away to a distant land, where he just might end up finding what he had been missing for all those years of his lonesome wanderings. A home.

Etch Your Kiss Like Acid On My Lips by Zappedbysnow and Pia Bartolini (E, MCU, art, 8396 words) ★ Team Masterpost

A Skrull, an explosion, and a vat of lethally corrosive goo. - - - - - Or, that time when Steve lost his clothes, his left eyebrow, his dignity, and a boatload of baggage relating to one, Tony Stark. The forced proximity smut nobody asked for.

Gift of Consequence by oluka (G, MCU, art) ★ Team Masterpost

Gift of Consequence by KandiSheek (M, MCU, 15117 words)

Steve remembers the old wives' tale of the dragon in the mountain, sleeping on a pile of gold. He has never paid it any mind, but when his mother gets sick and time and money is of the essence... he might reconsider believing in fairytales.

I prayed on the unmovable by tossha and Missy_dee811 (T, MCU, art, 5177 words) ★ Team Masterpost

“There’s no way anyone survived out here,” said Steve. “That’s rich, coming from you,” said Tony. “You suspect he’s here; I gathered as much. That’s why you put together this team and why you’re tight-lipped about what’s inside that base,” he said. “I’ll admit, it’s a smart plan. At best, he’s here. At worst, we’ve learned the ins and outs of a Hydra base and hopefully, the location of another.” She looked up and met his eyes. “And what if I think he’s here?” “Are the rumors true?” “That depends, which rumors?"

A Kiss [ART] by Fluffypanda (G, 616/Warp World, art) ★ Team Masterpost

Ordinary Days by Neverever (T, 616/Warp World, 5275 words)

Sigurd cares for Stephen and Stephen cares for Sigurd. But Stephen can not be sure if his feelings only come from memories of emotions from other lives.

Lost Self [ART] by Fluffypanda (G, 616, art) ★ Team Masterpost

a four-dimensional object by veslarkinson (T, 616, 14722 words)

The year is 1975: the stonewall riots were only six years ago, the CD has yet to be invented, and Tony Stark is taking his first steps into trans-humanism. >> initializing(extremis-setup)...

President Rogers by AvengersNewB (T, MCU, art) ★ Team Masterpost

Codename: Liberty by SomeSortofItalianRoast (M, MCU, 11282 words)

United States President Steve Rogers is a Medal of Honor recipient. Billionaire lobbyist Tony Stark once sold arms to the Taliban (it wasn’t on purpose, Pepper!). It’s a match made… in the Oval Office? President Steve Rogers can’t stand billionaire lobbyist Tony Stark. Bad press between them requires them to work together and pretend to be friends. They slowly realize that they have a lot in common, and end up in a secret relationship, which, of course, gets out.

Stars, Stripes, and Unconfirmed Sources by ashes0909 (E, UNIVERSE, 13600 words)

BREAKING NEWS: Bucky Barnes, Press Secretary: I have answered this question multiple times, Stark and the President met at the Climate Conference over a year ago and became friends thereafter. That’s all there is to say on the matter. Next question.

Redemption by MassiveSpaceWren (G, MCU, art) ★ Team Masterpost

Redemption by Sedna (truthiness_aura) (T, MCU, 17863 words)

Steven of Stormwind, Paladin of the Silver Hand, has finally made one too many important nobles angry. Now he’s been sent halfway across the world to assist the Alliance’s new members, the draenei. And he’s been assigned to accompany the strangest of them all - Tony, an artificer - on a goodwill mission across the new territory.

Sunshine on Leith by KandiSheek and AvengersNewB (E, MCU, art, 16889 words) ★ Team Masterpost

With the new government law prohibiting the employment of unbonded omegas, Tony has no hope of keeping his job at SHIELD, knowing full well that he has little chance of ever finding a mate. That is until he's officially claimed by a very special alpha: Steven Grant Rogers, also known as Captain America.

Wine and Dine Me by Neverever and BladeoftheNebula (E, MCU, art, 5289 words) ★ Team Masterpost

Four times Steve tries to convince Tony he's ready to put out + the one time it works 😏

[movedtone0mile]

injured

bf!jaemin x F!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected sex (they're in a relationship but still-), bad English from a French person

summary: ever since you broke your leg, Jaemin takes perfect care of you

word count: 1,6k

what can I say Im in my fluff Jaemin era. It’s quick ik I just have to find more inspiration for longer and bigger projects but I have my exams soon :(

Knock knock knock.

You tried your best to get up on one leg with an exhausted sigh. You grabbed one of your crutches and hobbled over to the door with difficulty. 

However, your mood lightened up when you opened the door and found your boyfriend on the other side. He offered you a bright smile and you threw both arms around his neck, letting your crutch fall to the ground. 

“I’ve missed you!” you exclaimed as if Jaemin didn’t spend every day and night in your apartment since you broke your leg. “Well, one of us has to play the knight and the other the damsel in distress,” he chuckled, before lifting you up in his arms, “and for once, it’s not me!” True, it had been two weeks since Jaemin went to school for the both of you and bring his notes home.

He carried you to the couch, worried that you might have been standing for too long already. “You know I’m getting bored…” Jaemin looked at you, his sad expression matching yours. “I know baby, it’s not funny for you to stay all alone in here all day long, but you need to rest unless you won’t recover.” He was the one who insisted on practically moving to your apartment because of your injury. Jaemin wanted to make sure you would have everything you needed at hand -it was also a good opportunity for him to constantly shower you with affection.

“I took sushi on my way home, you’re hungry?” he said, putting you on the couch, and lifting your casted leg on the coffee table. Opening up the takeout box he had set up on the table, Jaemin handed you a box of California rolls, and you began to chat together as he shared with you the last gossip you’d missed at college. 

Eventually, Jaemin reached for the remote and turned on the TV, settling on a movie you both had been wanting to watch, you snuggled up on the couch. Jaemin had wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed the top of your head every once in a while, his attention unequally shared between you and the film. 

When the credits appeared on the screen, you were already half-asleep, your head resting on Jaemin’s shoulder. “Thank you,” you mumbled when Jaemin’s movements woke you up. “Sorry baby, I was going to put you to bed.” Your hand gripped his bicep and you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “Thank you,” you repeated. “What for?” He asked. You cradled his face into your hands and continued, “For taking such good care of me. You always know how to cheer me up.” Your cheeks slightly blushed at your own confession and Jaemin leaned in to kiss you softly. A wave of warmth and love washed through you and you melted into his embrace.

When you pulled away, Jaemin carefully scooped you up into his arms, mindful of your injured leg and carried you to your bedroom. He gently lowered you onto the bed, making sure you were comfortable. He tucked you in, fluffing your pillows and adjusting the blanket to keep you warm before joining you.

“You know I hate to see you like this,” he said, stroking your belly under your tank top. “See me like what?” you asked as you played with his hair strands. “Well, hurt…” Jaemin pouted. Your heart melted at his words and you invited him to sit up to face you. « It’s ok Jaemin, I’m not hurt. It’s true that I get bored staying home all day, but I’m glad you’re here with me, and you make me feel so loved and cared for, it takes all my pain away. » His eyes softened and he leaned in for your lips to meet again. 

At the first chance you got, you slipped your tongue inside his mouth to entangle it with his, wanting to feel more of him. The kiss grew more intense as heat rushed to both of your cheeks, and you had to hold his shoulders for support. His hands sneaked under your shirt, giving you goosebumps as they travelled your skin. With his thumbs right under your chest, he pulled away and asked with joined eyebrows “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…” For only answer, you lifted your top beneath your head, guiding his head toward your cleavage. Immediately, he executed and kissed every part of your body he could reach, laying you down in the process. When his mouth got to your nipples, he accorded them extra attention, licking and sucking each one after the other. Entangling your fingers with his locks, you relaxed onto the mattress. 

You had missed the intimacy. Jaemin was too scared of hurting you to do anything, even though you assured him you would be alright if you both were careful of your leg. However, of course, you two couldn’t stay apart for very long. 

“Please baby, tell me if it hurts,” he demanded, his expression genuinely concerned. “I will, but please, do something,” you begged, impatient. Sometimes he was so cute you just needed to have him. After discarding his own shirt, Jaemin got on top of you, his head plunged into your neck, where he licked and kissed your tender flesh. Gently, he pulled down your pyjama shorts and began to play with your clit all while kissing you feverishly. His fingers alternated between stroking your entrance and drawing circles on your bundle of nerves, this he did more and more quickly. Your moans and sighs died into his mouth as your tongues danced together. 

You groped his arms, feeling the muscles contract under your touch. For a moment, you allowed yourself to relax into his embrace and enjoy being pampered once again. It was good to be close to him, the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of his kisses were both soothing and exciting. Gradually, you wanted more, you needed more of him, so you pleaded to. 

With his signature smile, you loved so much, he pulled down his sweats and briefs, before doing the same with your panties. “Wait!” You looked down, worried. “I have to get you more comfortable than that.” He insisted, and you smiled fondly at him resting your broken leg on a pillow. You cradled his head into your hands, redirecting his eyes on you, “I’ll be fine Jaemin.” He pouted for a second but finally gave in. 

Experimentally, he slid his length along your slit, getting it wet enough for his next move. When you begged him to do something, Jaemin entered you inch by inch, careful not to get too excited. It had been weeks since you last did it. You were both eager to touch each other, but Jaemin couldn’t get past the fear of hurting you, yet. 

Sliding your arms under his to grip his back, you invited him closer, your nipples now brushing against his chest with every thrust he made. He started slowly, mainly grinding while deep inside of you. His eyes were shut tight and your head was thrown back onto the pillows, whimpers flooding out of your mouth. 

Even if he wanted to keep it as soft and slow as possible, the more you get, the more you want. So Jaemin, mainly mindlessly, began to slip out more, in order to hit deeper with every thrust. He managed to keep it slow and gentle, but you both felt that the act was becoming more intense. Your voice faltered every time Jaemin bottomed out, and his sighs turned into moans. 

« I’ve missed it so much, baby. » He said between gritted teeth. Your hand reached out for his cheek and you took in his features quietly as he ranted about how good it felt. « Been craving you for weeks. »

When you kissed again, it was even more sloppy and messy. It wasn’t like how you used to do it. You and Jaemin usually went at it like bunnies, grinding and bouncing on each other restlessly. But now that your injury prevented you from doing so, you had to find an alternative, try something new. 

It was good to relax with each other, to move slowly and feel the moment. Jaemin laid his upper body on top of you, trying his best not to put all of his weight onto you, and focused on chasing both of your highs. The feeling was new, you usually felt almost overwhelmed when you slept together, but right now, your body was so relaxed that it was hard to distinguish the coil building in your abdomen, between all of this mellow atmosphere. 

And when it snapped, it didn’t feel like anything you’ve felt before. It was sweet, and refreshing, like a cold shower on a burning summer afternoon. You clung to Jaemin, who continued to move, despite your walls clenching around him so tight it was getting difficult to pull out. When you sucked him in a last time, he let go and achieved to come. His body tensed and he waited for every drop to be milked, the sensation of his release flooding inside of you wresting whines from you. 

You stayed like this for a moment, still, catching your breaths, Jaemin still inside of you. Eventually, he reluctantly pulled out and peppered kisses all over your tired face, before he got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth. Cleaning you up, he whispered sweet words to you, which soothed you, despite the uncomfortable sensation of the wet fabric on your skin. 

Back under the covers, he snuggled in your chest while you lazily stroked his blonde hair. “You see, you didn’t hurt me,” you murmured, but he was already fast asleep. You would probably have to remind him tomorrow.

[dearabby1990]

Is this the end? Part 2

Outside you both indulge in a cigarette after meeting the twins and nica. You’re just happy to be with him and that he seems less tense then when you first got there. He tugs you to the side for a moment a few moments of peace away from peaking eyes on the side of the building. Gently ushering you against the cold stone wall hand cradling the back of your head as his hazel eyes sparkle “don’t think I forgot love I’ve kept track of the days happy 5th anniversary my sweet girl” you smile looking at him through your lashes as he ghosts his lips across yours “happy anniversary I love you so much” “I love you too” pulling you into a desperate kiss filled with everything you’ve both been feeling since you’ve parted putting into it everything you want to say and more. Your hands running through his now very long hair before giving it a gentle tug earning a low groan from him causing you to smile against his lips before he pulls back holding your face rubbing circles against your cheeks taking you in like he can’t believe you’re even real. “I say we go home I run you a bath and we can give you a nice shave and haircut how’s that sound mr barclay?” “Sounds like heaven im ready whenever you are” you take his hand “come on let’s go say goodbye to everyone” you both head back to the front Kyle giving you a knowing smirk laughing as she shakes her head “damn love birds” “hey Kyle me & Jamie are heading out let me know you got home safely okay?” She waves you both off “yeah yeah little brother you too give me a text or call”. You help him inside the car closing his door for him hopping in the drivers seat and starting up the car “there’s a little something in the glove box wasn’t sure if you’d want it or not so brought it with me just in case” he opens it and a preroll falls into his lap “oh fuck yeah thank you” “you’re welcome love here take my lighter” you toss him your zippo and he lights it taking a much needed deep pull and then another and then another “oh I’m sorry here princess” passing it to you & you giggle “you didn’t have to share Andy but thank you” he looks confused “what? We always share” you sigh “I know that but you’ve been through hell I figured you deserve one for yourself” you shrug “nah there’s no way you didn’t suffer too we share” he nudged you and you take it taking a few drags “you hungry honey?” He nods like an eager child “starved” you laugh “okay anything you want just let me know and we’ll stop” he’s in deep thought before turning around to you “what about our favorite take away spot?” You look over “the Chinese place?” “Yeah we usually always get that on our anniversary and watch movies together I wanna do that tonight” you nod smiling at him “you got it handsome here take my phone & call it in we’ll grab it on the way home that way we don’t have to wait”. He takes your cell dialing and orders all of yours and his favorites along with sushi your heart just feels full having his presence next to you it doesn’t matter what you do as long as he’s there you’re happy. The ride home was filled with soft music and reminders of how much you love and missed each other taking turns putting hands upon thighs and taking each others hands. You went in to grab the food and head to the apartment him helping carry up the bags “everything is piping hot what do you want to do first love bath or food?” His shoulders relax fully “bath please I feel like captain caveman” you chuckle “if it’s any consolation I think you look sexy either way” you peck his cheek before heading into the bathroom running nice hot water getting him everything he needs. He enters the bathroom you help him strip down and ease into the water careful of his injury. He sinks back letting out a deep long sigh of contentment you smile picking up a cup to run some water over his head and wiping his face with a warm rag before shampooing his hair making sure to be extra loving and gentle scratching his scalp hearing him hum in enjoyment before you rinse him and condition out all the tangles & wash him up. Grabbing a towel for him and his robe you pull out

a stool and tap on the seat to let him know to get comfortable. You plug in the clippers and grab your shears taking his long hair into a ponytail before chopping it before the elastic band as it hits the floor you release his hair freeing it as you trim the back sides and top before using the clippers for some of his hair and his face “okay love do you want it all off your face or just trimmed down?” “Trimmed please I look like a kid with no facial hair” you giggle “I don’t mind either way I just want to make sure your comfortable” he takes your hand “you’re something else ya know that?” Smiling “I’ll take that as a compliment now stay still please” you take his chin trimming down everything for him and then dust him off once your finished & run your fingers through his hair getting him to turn around and see himself in the mirror he gets up straightening his pajamas and turns to pull you into a hug taking in the scent of your perfume he’s missed so much “thank you sweetheart” pressing a kiss to the crown of your head “no need to thank me hun now come on let’s go eat before it gets cold” you tug him along out to the living room that you have dimly lit with tea light candles & the favorite cinnamon brown sugar candles you both would get all the time with a stack of films on the coffee table “you pick the movie im gonna grab the food and drinks” you head into the kitchen going into the fridge pulling out a six pack and some plates and utensils before grabbing the food ushering everything to the coffee table andy stands up to help you setting up the dishes and looking at what kind of beer you pulled out he starts to laugh “what’s so funny barclay?” Shaking his head “nothing… just.. when did you start drinking these I know you love your wine and hate this” you blush “well.. when you were gone and I’d have a bad day and miss you more than ever I’d pull out one of those.. I don’t know it’s stupid but.. they reminded me of you & I just became accustomed to swapping things up a bit on those extra hard days” you shrug his eyes glistening as he gives a small half smile while you pull out the food making both of your plates “so what did we settle on for tonight?” “Back to the future?” “Sounds good I’ll set it up you get us each out a drink” you put in the movie going back to your spot on the sofa. The both of you enjoy each other’s company & some hot food he’s really appreciative of right now as he scarves down what’s in front of him in between sips of his beer. You both finish up and nuzzle back into the furniture you patted your lap gesturing for him to lay his head down smiling as he gets comfortable legs stretched across the cushions nestling his head onto your thighs. Your fingers automatically in his hair massaging his scalp your other hand on his back tracing small shapes mostly hearts and you spelling I love you but you won’t tell him not right now as he’s so comfortable relaxed into you soon hearing him snore as you chuckle and continue watching the movie rubbing your hands through his hair. You get an idea an opportunity to tell him all you feel with no embarrassment because he’s sound asleep. “You know… I’ve loved before in my life I won’t lie but I’ve never in my life loved anyone the way I love you. Being without you is like forgetting to breathe like life’s just not as important anymore… never has someone felt like home by just being in their presence I love you more then I’ve ever loved any person ever and I don’t want to know what life is like without you. Andy I love you more then life itself & if that fuckin prick ever finds a way back to you I’ll give my last breath to protect you… no more leaving me out of the loop we fight together all three of us I’m not scared of him or his bat shit crazy wife because what she doesn’t realize is she’s fucking with the wrong people if they want to play fuck around and find out then so be it… but like it or not I love you with every fiber of my being and you’re not in this alone” you take a deep breath and sigh and then you notice he’s exceptionally quiet.

Just the sounds of steady breathing & start to panic face feeling as if it’s on fire “I love you too sweetheart I promise I’ll always keep you included in whatever happens if it ever happens… I just hope it’s really over so we can live our lives would kind of be impossible to plan a wedding while head hunting possessed children’s toys” you just caught on to what he’s just said eyes wide “wha what who’s getting married?” He sits up looking at you putting his hand on your face rubbing his thumb along your cheek before getting up leaving the room to the kitchen you tilt your head to see what he’s doing as he stands on a small step ladder opening the vent above the refrigerator pulling something out of this dusting it off walking back over you stand up and he kneels down & spot a small black box “I had this for when I came back that night but things didn’t go as planned but…. I don’t want to wait anymore I know what I want and I hope I’m what you want… you make my life mean something you give me purpose one worth waking up to.. so would you do the honor of being my wife and marrying me?” Your feel like you can’t breathe hand clutching your heart as you start to cry you fall into him putting your head in the crook of his neck “of course I’ll marry you” coming out cracked as you start to fully let go crying he takes your hand pushing the ring upon your finger smiling standing up as he lifts you off the floor twirling you all over the apartment. Laughing and pressing kisses all over his face you lean down to whisper in his ear “take me to bed love” in a seductive sultry tone you feel him shiver as he nips at the shell of your ear before whisking you off to your shared bedroom your legs wrapped around his waist as he makes his way into the room kicking the door shut behind you before pressing your back against the door cradling your head as he ghosts his lips down your neck and across your collarbone before cradling your face with his free hand looking into your eyes as you watch his shine in a way you’ve never seen before like every brick in the walls he had built around himself came crumbling down right in that moment both of you glossy eyed admiring the other an unspoken bond not needing to say a thing as you’re both reading each other both breathing heavily chests falling and rising. You feverishly close the gap cupping his face with both of your hands. Melting into each other he takes you over to the bed sitting down while your legs still straddle his torso kissing the shell of your ear “turn around for me pretty girl” he whispers causing your whole body to shiver you obliged standing up to turn around but before you turn he stops you….

To be continued…..

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

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hello!!!!

just here to say to say that ur works give me the best sadness ever like nose sore, tears welling up but in such a tender n nostalgic way that i wanna sit here n read ur pieces forever. i only found u cause i wanted some good ol’ poly stsg fluff n i was saur happy when i saw the sashisu piece as well!!! im currently on the quest to binge everything so im sorry about the spam likes n reblogs but ARGH! THE FEELS!!!! the way u write all the characters so tender n soft n it goes straight to my heart 🫶🫶🫶

in conclusion, heart is warm, tummy has butterflies, eyes r lowkey swollen, n there’s a smile on my face! thank u so much!!!!

(´∀｀)♡

🥺🥺🥺 HIIIIIII ALLY !!!!!!! i was just about to thank you for your tags on the sashisu fic and then i saw this….. you’re suchhhh an angel i’m gonna WEEP

FIRST OF ALLL never apologize for spam liking or rbing !!!! it makes me so happy !!!!!! T_T knowing that anyone would binge my fics is like . genuinely the best feeling ever i appreciate you soso much.. i’m so happy they could warm your heart!! 🥺 sorry about the tears though . sending satoru and suguru to wipe them away asap !!!!! hang in there!!!!!!!!

AND AND !!!!!! if you like poly stsg fics then you’re in luck :33 cause i’m planning to write another one soon!!!! just . self-indulgent …. hurt/comfort……. because i like the idea of the jjk blorbos tending to their burnt out readers……… BUTTT i hope you’ll enjoy that one whenever i post it 🥺 just gonna leave a snippet under the cut in case you’re interested….!!!!!

silently, tenderly, suguru treats the nosebleed. you’re pliant and defeated, too tired to resist, letting him hold your jaw like it’s made out of porcelain, gently dab the cotton ball around your nose. as soon as he’s pulling away, you fall back on the mattress behind you — turning on your side so that you aren’t facing them. 

”fine,” you hiss, so low they barely hear it. ”fine.”

quietly, you cradle a pillow to your chest. hiding away. sensing their heavy gazes, digging softly into your back; the weight of their insistent worry.

the two men share a look.

satoru is the first to act. moving closer, slow and tentative, leaning over the mattress to ruffle your hair. you just barely resist the urge to swat his hand away, still frustrated and ashamed… but he’s being a lot more gentle than usual. so you let his big palm run over the expanse of your head, almost delicately, without complaint. trying not to melt at the feeling.

then he’s walking out of the room. nudging suguru’s shoulder, in passing, shooting him a glance that he interprets perfectly —

take care of them, okay?

……. i just want them to coddle me 😵‍💫

[b00tyliciousbabe]

Jack Harlow x Black Male Reader pt.1

Summary: I RECOGNISE THAT JACK HARLOW ISN’T GAY. it’s just a fun thing that I wanted to experiment with and to share my slutty fantasy lmaooo enjoy. no disrespect to my bae Jackman Thomas Harlow either, ily maybe a lil too much…💕✨

Warnings: sprinkles of fluff. Mostly smut, I wrote this accurately accounting what me and my husband did on that night. Don’t get jealous 🤭😏

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Jack had finished his BET performance, and after a very successful night, he made his way back to you. Once he got back home, you greeted him with the most intense kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck, as he groped at your hips. You pulled away as he softly bit on your lower lip. “Just what I needed, thanks baby” He went back in, this time fighting for dominance in the warm chasm of your mouth. “You were so amazing out there,” you praised, stroking the back of his neck, “how about a lil reward?” Jack began biting his lips at he stared lustfully into your eyes. “Say less,” he whispered into your ear.

The boundaries of your clothing decorated the floor of the living room. “Y/N imma need u to jump for me” he uttered as you obliged. The kiss deepened further as you jumped and wrapped my legs around his lower waist. As the couple spoke in tongues, you felt his love for you embolden as his semi tapped numerous times at your hole. “Fuck, how am I this close and you ain’t even put it in yet.” Jack giggled “my dick got you mesmerised, huh,” he teased staring into your Bambi eyes “don’t worry babe, imma wreck that pretty little pussy of yours, real nicely.” You grabbed his face and placed a sweet kiss on his ear. “Never stop talking dirty to me.” You muttered breathlessly into his ear.

He carried you to the bedroom. You both fell graciously onto the silk bedsheets. Jack sat like a king at the edge of the mattress. You got onto your knees, admiring his length, girth and hair. “omds you’re so hairy” you kissed into his shaft gently cradling it “I fucking love you Tarzan” you add a few more kisses to his cock, each one getting sloppier until your bf grew impatient and rammed his cock into your mouth. You let out a moan, a muffled one since you had a throatful of his wood. “Ahh shit, babe, that mouth tho” he praised, stroking your cheeks as you began to bob your head, at a steady pace, up and down his dick. You started slow, slobbering and spitting all over his snake to make my suction smooth af. “It’s so pretty,” You whispered proud of the work you had done to ensure Jack’s cock was glistening and dripping with a mixture of your saliva and his precum. “Jack Jr always looks amazing when you kiss him babe, it’s all yours.” You lost all composure for that dick, when he said that. deepthroating “Da-da-DAMn Y/N u feel so go-gooood”, and coming back off of his cock with a loud suctioned pop. “Jackman, fuck my face” his eyes bulged “Y/N are you sure you’re ready?” smirking and loving how slutty you became for his big dick, “I don’t want to hurt you.” Quickly, your eyes became more feline. You took that as a challenge. Your bobs became much faster in movement, you used your hand to swirl in the other direction as you moaned around his tip. Using your only free hand, i massaged his heavy, cum filled balls. “Ahhh fuck, Fu-fu-fuckkkk, shit SHI-shiTTT. okay, okay,okay.” He practically begged for you stop the overstimulation as you deepthroated. Painfully slow, you removed yourself from his 7 inches. “Babe, if I want you to do something, it’s gonna be for your benefit, im here to serve you handsome” You say staring seductively into his eyes “Fuck, you always say the hottest shit ever” you grabbed his large hand and placed it on the back of your head. “So, I’ll ask again, will you fuck my face” you paused, tapping his wet tip on your juicy lips . “ With pleasure sweetheart.” He grabbed your head more forcefully, feeling at the fresh cornrows and started massaging me. He slowly pushed you down as you moaned and drooled around his meat. “Words cannot describe how sexy u look right now,” he said, losing all sense of consciousness as I stared into his baby blues. The room was filled with a euphonium of your moans and gasps. Jack wanted to last longer and so he kept his eyes strained shut, teeth gritted as his biceps flexed in contraction with his grip on my head. I gargled and moaned, “SHIT IM BOUT TO BUST,” he groaned. So primal and animalistic. “cum down my throat,” you begged “please Jay Jay” “FUCK fuck fuck” each profanity was a stroke in and out of your mouth. “I can never say no to YOoUUu” his thrusts got sloppier. What felt like gallons of cum fell straight into your stomach. “I love it when you bust,” you say licking the excess of his wood “I love how beautiful you look when you swallow” Jack praised

Breathless he fell back onto the bed, his huge cock standing perpendicular to his torso. It was a wonder to see how he was still so hard after draining such a huge part of his life force. You lied next to him stroking his hairy chest. “You tasted so good Jack” you said peppering his face with kisses. His dick began bouncing up and down with excitement. “It’s no fair you know,” you got up and straddled him, “what’s not fair?” “the fact that u got to taste my jizz, and I didn’t get to at least explore the other place where I should be putting it.” Jack often got high off of ur sexiness after he released and this just proved it. He’d say the most articulate things, often after you guys fuck, he spits his best bars. Your pussy truly is da bombbb. “You’re hilarious, do you want me to sit on your face?” He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes ever “yes please babe” You never used to love getting eaten out, you wanted to prioritise his pleasure. But your bf opened you up to it, and he was so damn good at doing it. “Your ass is legit perfection.” And it was so voluptuous, so jiggly, so large, it took everything for him to not become a simp purely because of your curves. He once told you it was his dream to die between your fat ass cheeks. Obviously this rubbed you the wrong way, and you didn’t want to sit on his face anymore in fear of cutting off his air, but he promised to signal if he needed oxygen lmao.

“AHHH ahhh Jay Jay, fuckkk” you moaned. Jack kneaded his hands in the tender mounds of your chocolate ass. His nose and tongue brushed against your hole. He penetrated his tongue causing you to shake uncontrollably. “Delicious, I’m so ready to fuck you rn”

You obliged and got onto the bed on all fours, a literal masterpiece in Jack’s eyes. He slapped his dick across your tight hole. “You’re too tight babe, imma loosen you up before we start.” “Thanks Jack Jack,” You were in for a long night…

[fruitcoops]

I absolutely love your fics!!! Thank you for sharing your talent with the world. If you're interested, do you think you could write a fic where Finn gets injured in a game against Tampa? O'Hara brothers ftw ♥️♥️♥️

Ohohohoho yes. It's 'missing your big brother so you write siblings' hours, and all of you are trapped in here with me. Combined with prompts for cubs hurt comfort/ poly love (@hi-im-phoenix) and distraction hurt/ comfort for AJ. Sorry about your manager <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bone inJuries

The crowd was roaring. Finn couldn’t catch his breath. His arm was on fire.

Something like a sob broke free in his chest, but he could do little more than hiccup in pain and fear from his place laying flat on his back atop the unforgiving ice. He couldn’t move his fingers. His elbow throbbed. Everything in between just hurt.

“—fuck is wrong with you?” an angry voice shouted, followed by a flash of blue and white shoving at the man whose late hit had left him suspended in shock. Finn didn’t know if it had been on purpose, but he didn’t really care anymore as a tear tracked down to his ear. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the bright lights overhead.

A hand cradled one side of his jaw, warm and clammy on his cold skin. “Talk to me, mon amour, what’s wrong?”

“Lo,” he croaked, swallowing hard. “I’m okay. ‘m okay, promise. I’m okay.”

“Out of my way!” The blue and white blob pushed closer before kneeling next to him. A helmet hit the ice, followed by a glove; heavy hands settled on his shoulders, and the one on his face disappeared. “Finn? Finn, look at me.”

Finn’s chest hitched once, twice, hard. His head was pounding, and everything hurt. He may have been able to reassure Logan, but he had never been able to hide from his brother. “Alex.”

“Hey, buddy,” he soothed as Finn finally regained enough breath to gasp around his tears. “No, no, shhh. You’re gonna be just fine, yeah? Can you tell me what happened?”

“Hurts,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut. The pain had reached his shoulder and every movement was agony. “It hurts, it hurts—Alex, it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

He could hear people calling for medics. His friends, his family. But Alex stayed right there next to him, holding his good hand and brushing his tears away. “My arm,” Finn said, feeling as pathetic as he ever had. “Alex, it hurts so bad.”

“Can you wiggle your fingers for me?” Finn sobbed again as he shook his head and saw the encouraging smile slide of Alex’s face. “That’s alright, buddy, just take some deep breaths.”

“I don’t wanna be out,” Finn blubbered. “I gotta play.”

Alex gave his hand a light squeeze. “It’s not that bad, Fish. Deep breaths.”

He managed a handful—and admittedly felt a little better—but the alarms in his head were still blaring when Remus arrived with the medic, all but carrying him across the ice to get to Finn. He had a smudge of a bruise beneath his eye, but the worry creasing his brow overtook anything else. “I’m good, Loops,” Finn panted as the medic sat next to him. “Totally cool.”

“28, I’m going to need you to make some room,” the medic ordered. Fear spiked in Finn’s heart when he met Alex’s gaze, but he found only determination looking back.

“I’m not leaving,” Alex said simply.

The medic glanced down. “Can you stand?”

“I think so?” Finn said hesitantly, trying to get cool air back into his lungs. “It’s—I think I broke my arm. Everything else is okay.”

“What’s your pain level?”

“Eight. And a half,” he added. Alex frowned.

“Let’s get you off this ice, yeah?” The medic patted him gently on the shoulder. “O’Hara, can you get him up?”

“Keep that one close,” Alex murmured, sliding his arm under Finn’s shoulders. He clenched his teeth around a cry of pain as his bad arm was jostled, but Alex was strong and steady, and within a few seconds he was on his feet. “Easy does it, bud. I’ve got you.”

“Fucking shit,” Finn wheezed as he tried to close his hand. The fear and adrenaline had faded, but involuntary tears sprang to his eyes anyway. Alex held him upright without faltering despite his wobbly legs; they made it to the bench in a blur of movement that made Finn dizzy.

“We can take him from here,” the medic said to Alex.

“I’ll be fine,” Finn said, cutting him off just as he opened his mouth. “Go play. Your boys need you.”

Alex pressed his lips together in obvious frustration, but tapped their helmets together and skated back to his own bench. Finn let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “O’Hara?”

“I’m good,” he assured the medic.

“If you feel like you need to throw up, let me know.”

“No. No, I’m good. Just hurts.”

He caught a glimpse of the clock as they headed down the tunnel—ten minutes left in the period. Finn steeled himself for a long stretch of being alone in a medical room and tried to focus on something over than the unbearable heat and throbbing in his arm.

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Leo traced the edge of the splint with a deep-set frown, but said nothing. His other thumb ran in gentle lines up and down Finn’s waist, kept there by Logan’s side pressing close. “You’re sure you’re alright?” Logan asked softly as he placed a kiss on the corner of Finn’s mouth.

“I promise.” They had barely traded ten words—both had shown up the second the game ended, stripping off their pads and skates in the entrance to the medical room before sandwiching Finn between them. Leo had been unusually quiet. They had won the game; from what Finn saw on the television in the corner of the room, Alex had reamed out the guy that hit Finn with a vengeance. Tampa had been disjointed, and the Lions swept in as a cohesive pack, out for blood.

“I was worried about you,” Leo said at last, resting his temple on Finn’s shoulder. He sighed, then shifted impossibly closer. “Couldn’t get through the crowd.”

“I thought Talker and Loops were gonna kill that guy after he hit you,” Logan said with a shake of his head. “Looks like Alex did it for him.”

“What, you didn’t get into your shining armor for me?” Finn teased, nuzzling his nose against Logan’s cheek to draw even a slight smile from him.

“Maybe next time.”

“No,” Leo mumbled, linking his fingers with Finn’s purple ones and lifting them to his lips for a brief kiss. It was a clean break, but would still take weeks to heal. Big blue eyes landed on him, melting his heart like they always did. “No ‘next times’, okay?”

“Aw, Knutty,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. He wrapped one arm around each of them and held them tight, soaking in the feeling of having both crushed against him. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Logan tucked his face into Finn’s neck. “Nothing to be sorry for, mon rouge. We’re just glad you’re alright.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice said from the door. Alex shifted his weight back and forth, twisting his baseball cap in his hands like he always did when he was nervous. Finn didn’t hesitate before extracting himself from the cuddle pile and crossing the room; Alex met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. A shudder ran through him under Finn’s palms. “Jesus, Finn, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Finn mumbled into his hoodie, letting himself be cocooned by distilled safety. Even out of his skates, Alex had a good two inches on him, and he had always been the broader of the two—Finn suddenly felt about six years old, as if he had just skinned his knee on the sidewalk.

“What’s the diagnosis?”

“Closed break, clean fracture. I’ll be out for a month or two.” He stepped back and swiped a hand under his nose, then tilted his head toward Leo and Logan with a wry smile. “But I’ve got these two to look after me.”

Alex scanned his face for a moment; his mouth dipped on one side. “I called mom and dad, told ‘em you’re okay. You should tell them yourself, though. They were freaking out.”

“I will,” Finn promised.

The worry creasing his brow didn’t diminish as he wrapped Finn in his arms again, holding him tight. “Keep me updated, yeah? If I don’t hear from you, I’ll get the captain on your ass, and he won’t be as nice about it as I will.”

“Deal.”

“Knutty, Lo, drive safe. If he tries to pull some stupid shit, I’m counting on your survival skills to stop it.”

“Survival skills?” Leo half-laughed.

Alex pulled away and raised his eyebrows. “They don’t call me Hurricane O’Hara for nothing.”

His eyes flickered back to Finn, who was horrified to see slight redness around the rims despite the teasing in his voice. “Alex,” he said softly. “I’m okay, I swear.”

“I know.” His voice was gruff, but it poorly hid a sniffle as he bumped their foreheads together. “But I’m your brother. It’s my job to worry about you. I hate that one of my guys was at fault here.”

Finn tried for a smile, socking him on the arm. “Six weeks, and I’ll be good as new.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” With a final survey of his face and a kiss to the top of his head, Alex headed back out into the hall with his shoulders up near his ears. Finn sighed; he hated it when Alex was upset, and even more when there was nothing he could do to fix it except wait. He didn’t know what he’d do if one of his teammates broke his brother.

“Fish?” Leo was smiling when he turned around. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind?”

“The kind where I pull out all the sob story pity points on Cap’s soft heart and get us babysitting privileges for his incredibly fluffy dog after three months of constant begging.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Make sure you look extra sad when we leave,” Logan advised. “We can’t lose this opportunity because you were too perky about a broken arm.”

“Quick, someone make me cry.”

Leo’s grin turned to horror. “What?”

“No!” Logan said at the same time.

“You guys are killing me here,” Finn groaned. “Just, like, hit me in the arm or something.”

“No!” they shouted in unison.

“You said I need to look sad!”

“I meant pout and sigh!” Logan pulled him over by the hem of his shirt in clear distress. “You’ve already cried too much tonight. No more.”

“Alright,” Finn agreed, already wracking his brain for any smidgen of drama skills he might have acquired over the years. Younger siblings were always the best actors, of course—he had given some Oscar-worthy performances to his mom when Alex got on his nerves as a kid—but Sirius was tough to fool. Maybe if he stayed quiet and didn’t risk opening his mouth they would get away with it.

Leo let out a slow exhale against his chest and snuggled closer before standing. “Come on, darlin,” he said with a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “Let’s get you settled. We’ll take a shower, have some dinner, and then we can put a movie on.”

“Mighty Ducks?” Finn asked hopefully.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

[forever-rogue]

bucky :)

Prompts | 1.  “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings | none

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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You could sense that something was off as soon as you walked through the door and into the apartment that you know shared with Bucky. The air was thick and everything was slightly...off. 

“Honey?” you kicked off your shoes and peeked into the kitchen to see if he was there. Nope. Living room? No. Bathroom? Nada.

It was then that you heard it - a soft, gentle sniffle. Your heart practically plummeted into your stomach as you slowly walked down the hall towards your bedroom. You made some noise, just so he would know you were home and wouldn’t jump out of his skin at your sudden appearance. 

“James?” your voice was quiet, ever so gentle as you rapped your knuckles against the door and slowly pushed it open. Your breath hitched in your throat when you found him on the floor leaning against the side of the bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. Tears had made their mark downs his cheeks and his eyes were glossy but had an almost empty, hollow look to them. His hands were shaking as he laced his fingers together and took a few shallow breaths. 

You closed the small notice over to him before dropping to your knees directly in front of him. He glanced at you, ocean eyes meeting yours but you could tell he wasn’t really there. 

“Hi honey,” you sat up on your knees and slowly reached over to cradle his face gently in your hands. At first he stiffened but after a few moments he loosened up and let you stroke his cheek tenderly, “James, my love. It’s alright, I’m right here, I’ll keep you safe and sound.”

He made a small sound in the back of his throat as he dropped his hands from his knees and set them on the ground before taking a deep breath. He straightened his legs out and you moved to sit in his lap, a little bit of relief seeping into your bones as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“There you go, baby,” you said softly as you pressed a kiss to his forehead, “it’s okay, I’m right here, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you. Look at me - just breath, okay?”

You felt him nod lightly for a moment before he studied your face and his breathing slowly, but surely evened out. His eyes never left yours as you carded a hand through his hair and scratched lightly at his scalp. A sheen of sweat covered his face as you worked to ground him. 

“Do you remember when we met, honey?” you asked as you pulled him close and he buried his head in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You ran a hand gently up and down his back, delicately tracing aimless shapeless on his bare skin, “it was a rainy day in the city, and someone had stolen my umbrella. I only realized when I walked out of that cafe with my coffee and flimsy jacket and walked directly into you. The coffee went everywhere and then we were wet and covered in coffee and I was so upset but you didn’t care. You just offered me your jacket and shared your umbrella. But first you got me a new coffee and then walked me home.”

He didn’t say anything but you could feel him smiling lightly against your skin. You pressed a kiss to the side of his head before playing with a rouge little curl at the nap of his neck. He sighed lightly.

“When we got to my place you waited until I got up the stairs safely before saying goodbye. You didn’t even ask for your jacket back! I didn’t want to end it there - but I knew you weren’t going to kiss me. It didn’t seem like your style,” you laughed lightly at the memory, “but then as you turned around to leave I ran after you and kissed you. I’m so glad I did. It was the best decision of my life.”

You swore you could feel some of the tension leave his body as he held you tighter. Before long he slowly pressed a kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling further against you.

“It took you so long before you finally got up the nerve to kiss me properly,” you reminded him softly, “you were so shy at first. But then you warmed up and slowly opened your heart to me. I think about that sometimes - about how lucky I am that you trust me and love me, and let me love you. I know you know, but perhaps sometimes it’s harder to believe than others, but I love you so much, Bucky. I love you more than anything in this world. You are my world.”

“I love you too,” he spoke. Finally. It was soft - gentle - and you were barely able to hear it, but the words were there. You relaxed slightly as you pulled back to study him, “‘m sorry.”

“Whatever are you sorry for?” you offered up that smile he loved and adored so much, “my sweet honey baby, there is nothing to be sorry for. I know things happen sometimes. Do you want to talk about it?”

He swallowed thickly before shaking his head lightly, “n-not right now. Later…”

“Okay,” you agreed softly, tracing a hand along his jaw, “whenever you want to talk about it, I’ll be here. And if you don’t want to talk, that’s okay too. Or if you want to talk to someone else. Just don’t...you’re not alone, Bucky. Not now, not ever again. I’ll always be here for you.”

“I love you,”  he leaned forward and pressed his forehead yours as you brushed your lips against his, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you promised, “I love you too, Bucky.”

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[bloodycassian]

darkness defined - 

az or cass x reader idk if this makes sense or not but here we go, either az or cas POV where reader (their mate) was stuck under the mountain with rhys and doesn’t come back bc she is still locked in the dungeons (rhys just assumed she died, he doesn’t know she is still alive)  Switch to readers POV, a few months later where they think their mate and their family (the night court) has abandoned them bc nobody ever came looking for her. Reader is like on the verge of death and uses her last energy to send a pulse down the bond. Switch back to az or cas POV  who are basically freaking out with guilt and anger and worried-ness. Im sorry it’s super long don’t feel pressured to write this anytime soon idk if it even makes sense  

DONT APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SPECIFIC! I LOVE WORKING WITH THIS KIND OF STUFF PLEASE DO MORE LOL

Cassian was a wreck. From the moment Rhys came home alone, and until the end of time it seemed to be. Azriel sighed, watching his brother down his second bottle of alcohol. His eyes were red, face gaunt and pale. The circles under those tortured eyes looked more like bruises. 

He hadn't talked to Rhys much since the news came that you were gone. Cassian had practically blown the roof off the house of wind, then disappeared for two weeks. The only reason Rhys had let him was because Az followed, far behind just to make sure he wasn't going to do anything drastic. 

Azriel watched his brother circle the mountain, only to have to turn away. Wards made by Helion himself refused entry to anyone while the mountain was still being evacuated of Fae. He glared daggers at the people streaming outside the shield. His heart was a painful stab in his chest constantly. His mate.. gone. He refused to believe it. And Azriel saw the denial there, plain as day. 

Azriel had only stopped him once. When he packed a bag and started his flight to Hybern. He earned a black eye and a verbal lashing for that, but it had saved Cassian from going on a suicide mission.

After a month of being out, he went to his brother. Rhys refused to ask Helion to lower the shields around the Mountain, and finally Cassian seemed to give up. He would have gone to Helion himself, but the wards around his court prevented him from doing so. Rhys was torn up over the entire experience of under the mountain, but losing you was one of the worst parts. He would never forgive himself for losing his brother's mate. 

Azriel watch his brother's eyes get more and more dull. Watched the bottles stack up. Rhys wasn't around much, busy regaining control over his city, getting updated. And keeping an eye on Spring Court.  Cassian sighed when the bitter liquid hit his tongue. He drank like it was salvation. Like it would lead him back to you. Plus, it helped him sleep. It was the only time he could sleep without seeing you, without feeling that pull - the command his instincts gave. "Find me, find me. I'm here. I love you. Please."  He often escaped to the cabin. To not have to talk to anyone, and to keep Rhys from stealing his bottles from him. Cassian was convinced Rhys was saving them to drink for himself. That's where he found himself flying, bottle of booze in hand. The guilt a lead weight in his stomach. 

The door shut, and he finished the first bottle in an hour. 

Mor appeared beside him, took the second bottle from his hand and had a long drink herself. He smiled drunkenly, showing too many teeth at her. He wasn't sure if she was actually glowing or if it was his eyes squinting too much. "Cheers." He slurred, taking the bottle back and downing more.

+ The walls were getting drier and drier with each passing day. The once cool winds that would cut through the stone dungeons were turning softer, warmer. It was a welcome relief, but without the muddy water from the walls...you knew you didn't have much left. Your spirit was crushed, on top of it. Death seemed like not a terrible option anymore.  Especially knowing that your court - your friends - your family had left you. They had just... forgotten. Thrown you aside like nothing. Didn't even try to find you. Like the Winter court skeleton in the cell beside you, just left to die.

  You pushed the thoughts back, knowing that logically that wasn't true. But you couldnt come up with a reason why they would leave you down here. You prayed, you tried sending thoughts down the bond. Nothing worked. Sometimes your mind got the better of you, and you would rush to the bars of your prison cell when you thought you heard faint footsteps. 

Then you would hear your own voice echo back, and no one else.  Eventually you stopped getting up. You let the fantasies keep you entertained while you lay on the floor. Not caring about the bugs that crawled on you. You were glad there wasn't a mirror to see yourself in. A wave of dizziness crashed over you, and you fell into darkness. 

When the water ran dry, you stopped bothering calling out for Cassian. The bond was there, but saturated. Trying to grasp it was like trying to hold wind. You were too exhausted. So you propped yourself up in a corner and let the dizziness pull you under again for a moment. Taking rattling breaths, you let your mind wander to that mind bridge. That once sturdy marble that would always remind you of Cassian. 

You sent out a final tug down that bond. Using the last of your energy, you put all your effort into it. "I'm here, I always will be. I love you. I'm sorry." The platform you imagined your bond being seemed to go dark, and lifeless. Empty.

+ Cassian shot upright, head spinning. Mor was asleep beside him, her feet on the table. He shook her, trying to shake the stupor. "Wake up. Wake up!" She groaned, weakly batting him away. He took a breath, trying to steady himself. He wobbled to the kitchen, dunked his head in the cold sink water and slapped himself a few times. The haziness from his stupor crawled away, slowly. 

Mor appeared in the archway, rubbing her eyes.

"Get Rhys. I need you to winnow us." He demanded, patting her face softly. Her eyebrows knit together but she stretched, and sleepily obliged.  + You assumed the crackling was just your starved imagination. Again. But the wind changed as well, and you tried not to let your hopes up. You weakly opened your eyes, to the same familiar cell. A silent tear slid down your cheek.  Then there were the shuffling of footsteps again, and you hid your face in your hands. It seemed like all the imagination tricks were attacking at once. You wanted it to stop. You wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep until you could see and hold Cassian again. Voices, now.

The sweet deep voice of a man who spoke another language. An ancient language. Your ears rang. You cracked your eyes again, to a blinding white light. You held a hand in front of your face, trying to see behind it. 

A thud, and scrape of metal. Then the scent hit you. It was similar to what you had imagined but somehow a million times better. Then, his arms were around you. "Mother above." He breathed. You would have thought the mother took you at last if it wasnt for the pain in your gut.

"We got you honey, I'm so sorry. Im-" He tried to hold back a sob. You smiled weakly at the familiar, yet different eyes that you loved. The marble platform you shared seemed to be lighting up with happiness. At the same time, crumbling and falling with shame. Anguish. 

Rhys began winnowing the group immediately, nodding to Helion. The high lord gave him a melancholy smile back, and winnowed himself in a flash of light. He would check the rest of the mountain with his forces and repair the wards before he returned to his home. 

Everyone surrounded the healer, watching her work. Mor was trying to stay calm, but her hands shook when she held Amrens. Rhys and Azriel both had jaws clenched, shoulders tense. Watching the way Cassian's tears fell on to your shoulder as he cradled you. The healer squeezed  his arm softly, silently requesting him to move. He didn't.

Azriel went to his brother, wrapping an arm around him. "Your mate needs you to be strong, Cas." He consoled, pulling him away gently. Cassian held you tighter, just for a second then nodded and let go. He held your hand firmly. His warmth missing from your body was a shock. You began shivering. Amren tugged a blanket off the guest couch nearby and placed it over your legs. 

"T-thanks." you muttered. Her eyes widened, but she nodded. Her and Rhys glanced to each other. A silent conversation. You didnt care. 

"Cas?" You squeezed his hand, and there he was. His pale face looked ragged. He seemed like he was struggling in every sort of way. You didnt want to imagine what he was looking at when he looked at your features. You could practically feel your cheeks sinking in, your bones losing their density. "I missed you." You smiled, trying to lift his mood. 

His lips quivered, and he nodded. He kissed the back of your hand. "You wouldnt believe how much I missed you. All of us did." he glanced to Rhys. His face was blank, but that steady stream of power seemed to be crackling outside. 

You let your eyes drift to each of your friends. Each of their tear stained faces were such a welcome relief. Over a month alone, their presence alone was enough to soothe that part of you that doubted their love. 

Cassian kissed your forehead, before the healer's light knocked you into a peaceful sleep. 

[sei-hoe]

manager pt. 5

hello all! as always thank you for your love on this story.  i hope you like this new chapter! leave me a comment, i love reading your thirsty thoughts! also i recently remembered that shiratorizawa is a dorm school lol, so from now on i will write it as such oopsie. also!! i got all official and made a banner for this series, im so official!

Fem Reader X Tendou Satori & Fem Reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi

CW: blowjob, angst, jealous themes, manipulative reader, language, implied sex, spit kink

WC: 2.6k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Clingy. That was the word you would use to describe Tendou as of late.  During school he was walking with you in the hallways, during practice he was standing next to you, after practice he was walking you to your room.  It wasn’t necessarily annoying, just strange.  His change in behavior was sudden and unprompted, at least in your mind.  

You had been the Shiratorizawa volleyball club manager for about a month now and your outlook had changed drastically.  What used to feel awkward was now second nature.  You used to flinch at what now was commonplace.  Being “used” wasn’t what it used to be.  Now it was something you looked forward to at the end of practice and you had actually become...dare you say it...friends with these guys.  Friends with extreme benefits that is.

But still, Tendou was different.  You’d catch him staring at you in a way that was different from the other guys.  You’d catch him staring as Ushijima would carry you out of the gym on his back and straight to the locker room.  He’d have a look that you used to not be able to identify in his eyes, you knew now it was jealousy.  It was the same look that you’d found on Ushijima’s face about a month ago.  

From Tendou’s perspective, it seemed as though Ushijima was hogging you, whisking you away after practice day in and day out.  You would always walk out of the locker room with wet hair and another one of Ushijima’s shirts on.  It was infuriating and just wasn’t fair.  Tendou had barely been able to talk to you recently, hence his rather clingy behavior.  But you were in heaven.  You were in Ushijima’s presence daily and were able to care for him how he deserved.  However, he had made it very clear that you were not his girlfriend as he didn’t have the time for such a commitment.  Another price you were willing to pay.

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Another grueling practice ended a little bit later than usual, you noted the dark sky through the windows towards the top of the gym walls.  You were working on a bit of homework when the final whistle was blown signifying the official end of practice.  You stood up and began packing up your bag as the team approached the bench for a meeting.  Tendou was the first to arrive by the bench, coming up behind you for a hug, wrapping his arms around your upper stomach and resting his chin on your head.  His chest felt hot and sweaty against your back, instantly raising your body temperature.  You giggled, knowing exactly which sweaty athlete this was.  You and Tendou had become quite close, despite spending less time with him sexually, at least, during the last month.  It seemed as though you were never really alone anymore and Tendou was always around you.  It was nice, he had become a great friend to you.  The two of you were always flirting back and forth and unlike Ushijima, it seemed as though Tendou really cared about you, both emotionally and physically.  He always made sure you came before him and that you were alright after one of your umm...managerial obligations, whereas Ushijima didn’t care if you came at all.  Long story short, you always enjoyed the time you spent with Tendou.  

A few words were said per the usual by the captain and practice was dismissed.  Tendou, still holding onto you from behind, moved his hand further down to your lower stomach, began rubbing gently, and craned his neck down to whisper in your ear, “ya wanna get outta here?”.  You could hear the smirk behind his words as his hot breath blew against your ear.

“Mhm”, you murmured eagerly, missing your time with Tendou.

“Good”, he hummed in response, “because there’s something I’d like to give ya,” He accentuated his dirty talk by moving his hand even lower, “right here.” To say you had butterflies was an understatement.  It was crazy what a couple of words could reduce you to, but here you were.  

You walked back over to the bench to pick up your bag, but was intercepted by Ushijima who had a proposition.  

“Come back with me to my room”, he offered, stepping close enough to make you crane your neck up.  You looked behind you at Tendou, he was laughing with Semi, unaware that you were about to ruin his night.  It’s not that you didn’t want to fuck Tendou, you did, very much actually.  That’s just how whipped you are for Ushijima.  

“But I already told Tendou that I’d-”, you started.

“Go make up some excuse and then wait for me outside of the locker room.” he interrupted while he started for the gym doors. Ushijima was hardly in the mood to share you tonight, or ever really.  You watched him leave while standing and staring, awkwardly contemplating what to say to Tendou.  You mustered up the courage to walk over to him, smiling and saying goodnight to Semi as you passed him on his way out.  

“Hey, umm, I just remembered that I’ve got a ton of homework that’s due tomorrow and I just think I should probably-”

“What did Ushijima just say to you?” he caught you off guard with his question, although you should have been expecting it.  

“Nothing, I just have a lot of homework.” you quickly replied.

Tendou rolled his eyes, “Come on, we’re closer than that, you don’t have to lie to me.” His hands were placed on his hips in an annoyed fashion.  

You remained silent, thinking of anything you could say to ease the tension.  

“Ok, I’ll say something then.  Are you dating Ushijima or something?”

You shook your head.

“Ok...so then last I checked you were still the team manager, would that be correct?  Meaning you’re not just Ushijima’s to play with? Cuz there are other guys on the team that are stressed out too, if that’s what we’re even calling it anymore.”

You blushed at this choice of words.  “You don’t understand, I-” you started again.

“I think I do understand actually.  And just so you know, he’s never going to give you what you want.  You think you’re the first girl to fall for him?” He scoffed.  “I mean, fuck,” he ran his taped up fingers through his sweat-soaked hair.  “It just gets old, ya know?” Tendou looked so hurt and angry.  He opened his mouth to speak but closed it promptly and turned on his heel to leave.  You reached to grab his arm before he could slip out of your grasp.

“Wait, Tendou...please.” you whispered into his sleeve, despite being the only two left in the vast gymnasium.  “I don’t want things to be like this either.  You,” you paused to collect your thoughts. “You’re my friend and I love all the time that we get to spend together.  I always have the best time with you. But I can’t help liking Ushijima.  So please don’t be mad at me,” you prayed into his arm, still gripping at his sleeve.  

He finally turned around to face you, taking a deep inhale, he looked down into your wide, pleading eyes while exhaling through his nose.  

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” he looked away from you.  

“Look at you, how?” You prodded, widening your eyes and moving closer to him.  

“You know exactly how.” he smirked, bringing his hands to rest at your sides, lightly rubbing his thumbs in soothing circular motions.  Beginning at the bottom of his abdomen you begin running your hands up his stomach, to his chest, shoulders, and finally around his neck.  Standing on your tippy toes you pull him down to your level.  

“Can I tell you a secret?” you breathed in his ear.  

“Please,” he replied, his hands making their way down to your ass.  

“You’re the one that I think about. It’s your hands that I imagine are touching me when I’m touching myself. You always make me feel so good, Tendou.”

“Ughh why are you doing this to me?” He whined, tipping his head back.  It was then that you noticed the prominent tent in his pants, poking you in the stomach.  

You’d never seen Tendou so flustered in the short time that you’d known him.  He was usually the one making you flustered, not the other way around.  It was a nice change of pace.   It was also refreshing to know you had a kind of power over him, the kind to make him lose his mind.  

“You sure you can’t bail on him?” He asked, hope gleaming in his red eyes.   It made you pause to think about your options, a wicked idea popped into your head.

“Come wait with me?” you began pulling his arm towards the gym doors.  He looked confused, but followed you anyway.  Maybe you needed to give Ushijima a little push, it’s only a bonus that you get to makeout with Tendou too.

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The concrete bricks felt cold against the backs of your legs as Tendou shoved you against the locker room corridor hallway, the entrance to the room just around the corner.   One of his hands cradled the back of your head, protecting it from the hard brick while the other pressed bruises into your waist.  His chapped lips scraped against yours in a heated kiss, tongues fighting for dominance, his eventually winning as you whined into his mouth.  He broke the kiss to stroke his own ego, his hands trailing down your sides to play with the waistband of your shorts.  

“So you really think about my hands touching you when you play with that cute little cunt?”

“Please Tendou”, you moaned in response.  

“I think you’ve had enough attention for today, fucking teasing me for the last fifteen minutes. Hell, the last couple weeks actually.  You fucking rile me up just to go fuck some other dude.  You like being a little slut? Hmm?”  

You were at a loss for words.  As much as his words were turning you on, you knew there was some truth behind them.  He was onto your antics and done with them.  

“You think I don’t know why we’re making out right by the locker rooms?  Are you trying to make Ushijima feel like he’s missing out or something?  Being all cute with me to show him how good of a girlfriend you’d be? Well fuck that shit. Get on your knees slut.”

He removed his hand from your waistband and brought them to your shoulders guiding you down to your knees. You couldn’t even rest on your calves, you had to stand up as tall as you could on your knees to be eye level with the imprint in his shorts.  

“Fuck, it doesn’t take much, does it?” He scoffed as he pulled his shorts down to reveal his hard, heavy cock.

“Aw you didn’t think we’d take it this far, didja?  Better make this quick if you don’t want your boyfriend to catch us!” Tendou tilted his head to the side, a smirk plastered on his face while he caressed the top of your head.  

You opened your mouth to lap up the precum on his tip, swirling your tongue along the soft skin on the head of his cock.  

“Nah, I don’t feel like being teased anymore today.” Tendou spoke as he readjusted his grip on your head, scooting you back until you were trapped between the painted brick wall and his body.  You didn’t have a moment to adjust before his cock was plugging up your throat, making you gag around him.  The pace started brutally, shoving in and out of your mouth.  It was all you could do to keep up, running your tongue against the engorged vein on the underside of his cock.  He never eased up until you tapped his thigh signifying you had enough.  

“Too much?” he condescended.  You looked back up at him with watery eyes, swallowing as many breaths as you could before it all started over again.  

“This would have been much nicer for both of us if you hadn’t ditched me,  I would’ve made you feel so good, baby.”  He paused to take in your appearance, you looked so pretty like this.  Your hair was a mess, eyes watery, lips so fucking swollen, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, your chest heaving, and he had a great view down your shirt.  Is this what his captain got to see everyday?  The thought filled him with rage.  If he had known he’d come to feel this way about you, he would’ve just asked you out, not asked you to be the manager.  Ushijima wouldn’t have ever noticed you had it not been for him!  Fuck, that’s annoying.

“Ya ready for a little more?”

You smiled at him through bated breaths, nodding your head.  Things hadn’t gone exactly to plan, but you were still having a good time.  You opened your mouth, closed your eyes, and stuck out your tongue, ready for whatever he had to give you.  Tendou bent down into a squat until his mouth hovered just above yours.  You felt something warm and sticky hit your tongue, you opened your eyes only to find a thin line of spit connecting Tendou’s lips with the liquid pooling in your mouth. Did he just spit in your mouth?  Before you could say anything he was back on his feet, cock in his hand, rolling it in the spit laying on your tongue.  He inched his way back into your throat, watching your eyes water with every thrust of his hips.  

“Fuck you’re gonnna make me cum if you keep looking at me like that.” He continued thrusting, your throat convulsing around his cock.  

“You’re gonna leave here with a tummy full of cum, ok sweetie?” His breaths and thrusts were becoming stuttered, he was close.  

“You’re gonna fuck Ushijima with my cum swirling around in your stomach.”  He whimpered, talking himself into an orgasm. With his hips giving one final thrust, you felt the back of your throat flood with cum.  Tendou held his hips flush to your mouth for a few seconds, emptying himself completely into your stomach.  He hissed as he pulled your head off of his now oversensitive cock.  

“Lemme see.” he sighed.   You stuck out your tongue, displaying your empty mouth to him.  

“Mmm good girl.”  He offered you his hand to help you up off of your knees.  He tucked himself back into his pants as the locker room door creaked open.  

“That’s my queue!” Tendou pulled you in for one final kiss, moaning as the taste of his cum hit his tongue.  And with that, he shrugged his backpack onto his shoulders and took off walking down the hallway.  

_____

You walked face first into a warm chest when you rounded the corner leading to the locker room door, looking for Ushijima.  Looks like you had found him.  His hair was still damp from the shower, his body was warm and humid through his clothes.  

“Are you ready to go?” He asked.  

“Yea-” you cleared your throat.  “Yeah!” That’s better.  Your voice was horse and your throat was sore.  

Ushijima noted your appearance.  Your hair was messy and your makeup was smudged.  Your lips were bright red and your chin was glistening.  He took your hand in his to begin the quiet walk to his dorm room.  He heard footsteps in the opposite direction, only to turn around to see Tendou walking away from the two of you, a slight pep in his step and unknownst to Ushijima a smug look on his face.  

[fairyoftbz]

childish fear | l. juyeon

⚔ pairing: stranger!juyeon x single mom! fem! reader ⚔ genre: fluff ⚔ wc : 3.2k ⚔ tw: none ⚔ a/n: im so sorry it's been so long but my work keeps me super busy and i hate my unposted fics that i wrote in the past, hence my absence. i promise to come back here asap!! <33 ⚔ requested: no

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“Mommy, where are we going?” your daughter asked for the nth time as you guided her foot by the ankle in her shoe. Her tiny hand leant on your shoulder while you fastened the Velcro straps and zipped up her jacket, walking out of your apartment to the corridor of your floor. She watched you locked the front door and sliding the keys in your handbag before grabbing her hand to the elevator.

“As I’ve told you, we’re heading to a coffee shop to see Uncle Kevin and Jinseon, remember?” she clapped in her hands as if she just learnt the news, despite her asking this question over five times since she woke up. You forgave her because she was at the age where she would find everything fascinating and barely pay attention to what you said. You chuckled and shook your head with a smile as her curious eyes observed the elevator, touching the mirror and gasping at the coldness of it under her palm. It was almost guaranteed that she didn’t listen and will ask again in a couple of minutes.

“Where are we going?” here we go again, her tiny voice reaching your ear above the roaring motor of the bus. She grabbed your leg as you were typing something on your phone with one hand, the other gripping the metallic bar as tight as possible as your daughter was not the most balanced child.

“Baby, I’ve told you many times that we are going to see Kevin and Jinseon at the coffee shop because Mommy and Uncle Kevin have to do something for work,” you looked at her with stern eyes, something you always did when she wasn’t paying attention.

“But why aren’t we going to their house? It’s so big!” she argued, and the bus doors opened, quickly sliding your phone in your back pocket and jumped out of the bus with your daughter in your arms.

“Uncle Kevin wants to change the interior of the house, so people work there, and it’s not safe for them and us to meet there. But I promise that we’ll go back there soon!”

“I won’t be able to draw with Jinseon?” you shook your head from side to side, and your daughter pouted, nuzzling her face in your neck.

“Not at his house, but maybe he brought a colouring book like yours today!” you exclaimed, and her mood lifted instantly, getting all giddy and happy to share her passion with her best friend.

Pushing the door of the coffee shop, you were instantly met with a reassuring warmth and the good smell of coffee, placing your daughter back on the ground as you lined up to order. The place was quite busy, but you were right before the time people were fighting to get a table.

“Mommy, this table!” she asked and pointed her little finger towards a table near the window, her little topknot moving on her head as she looked up at you.

“Good choice, baby,” you said, and she grabbed your hand again, noticing her gaze shifting to something scared. You frowned as she went to stand in front of you, her hands gripping your thighs as she stared up at you.

You asked for your usual order and a strawberry smoothie for your daughter, who happily giggled when she saw the sliced fruit inside of her transparent cup. She laughed and ran to the table you had agreed on occupying, her little hands pressed on the seat as she hoisted herself alone on it.

A few minutes after giving your daughter her pens and colouring books, your phone rang in your back pocket, getting you out of your bubble of focus as you stopped typing.

“Hello?” you said, and your best friend’s voice reached your ear.

“Hi Y/N, I’m really sorry to warn you only now, but I won’t be able to make it with Jinseon.” A wave of disappointment flooded your heart, but you didn’t raise it.

“Oh my. Did something happen?” you asked as your daughter was too busy colouring a monkey pink to even hear what you were talking about.

“Thankfully no, I uhm… I forgot that my in-laws invited us to a five-star restaurant today,” he said, and you bitterly chuckled, feeling sorry for him as you knew the exhausting relationship he had with them.

“Sounds fun,” you sarcastically said as you heard him sigh on the other side of the phone, “don’t worry, we can always meet up another time.”

“Won’t Chunae be disappointed?” Kevin asked, and you emitted a laugh, quickly looking to the side as someone at the table next to yours drew a chair.

“I’ll handle her, don’t worry about it. Have fun with your most favourite people in the world, then!” you sarcastically said, and you heard him sigh.

“Thanks, but I’d rather die than witnessing my mother-in-law brag again about the new diamond necklace she bought and lie on how she’s not close to bankrupting,” you giggled and winked at your daughter, amused by the situation. That was what you got to have your stepson handling the family accounts and his best friend as an assistant counsellor. You both could see her lie to everyone, and it was funny.

“Try to make her understand that you know she’s lying in front of everyone else and see how she reacts,” you suggested and heard him gasp at your words.

“I beg you Y/N, can you please schedule us an appointment so I can ruin her?”

“Of course,” you opened another tab on your computer, typing and clicking on a few things to finally get to your best friend’s schedule.

“You can tell her that she can come on Friday at 1 pm to discuss about her financial state. I just sent her an email,” you announced, and Kevin sighed, imagining him biting his lower lip and clutch his fist in satisfaction.

“You’re the best. I gotta go now,” you took a sip of your drink and wished him good luck before hanging up.

“M-Mommy?” you heard your daughter whisper, barely making out her words as the coffee shop music and the hustling was quite loud. You smiled, but it immediately vanished as you saw her scared state, pen lingering on the pages of her colouring book. Her eyes were drawn to the table next to yours, her mouth trembling from time to time, close to crying.

Following her gaze, you noticed a man around your age and immediately understood your daughter’s fear as you took in the sight. The man was scrolling on his phone, his white t-shirt hugging his broad shoulders and slender torso perfectly. His biceps flexed each time he swiped up his finger on the screen or took a sip of coffee, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. You weren’t going to lie that he was super handsome, but something else couldn’t go unnoticed in your eyes.

His tattoos.

He was covered in them. Your eyes could scarcely spot some natural, intact skin. Arms, forearms, chest and neck, only his face remained untouched. His jet-black hair was as dark as his eyes, yet they still held something soft and human in them. A thin nose with plumped, pinkish lips, it would have been almost impossible for you to guess that he had tattoos all over his body if you only saw his face.

You found him quite attractive to say the least, but it was quite the opposite for your daughter. She found tattoos terrifying, only accepting the small, hidden ones Kevin had. Her eyes welled up with tears, and you gently called her name, gesturing her to come closer. She jumped out of her seat, carefully going around the table from the opposite side where the man was sitting and walked towards you.

“Baby, those are just tattoos. You see what you draw and colour in your books with Jinseon? This man decided to do it on his skin because he likes drawings too!” you explained gently as your daughter couldn’t tear her gaze off the man.

“But it’s scary,” she mumbled, and you shook your head, gently cradling her cheek.

“Do you find the drawings on Uncle Kevin’s skin scary?” you asked, and she disagreed, finally looking up at you.

“It’s the same for him. Like Uncle Kevin, he decided to get them on his skin because he likes the shapes and colours. Do you understand?” you smiled as she wiped her teary eyes, nodding, trying to look confident. But you knew your daughter, she was still scared.

“Do you want to switch seats with Mommy?”

“No,” she said in a frail voice, and you kissed her cheek while rubbing her back. It was always the same. Bizarrely, when she feared something, she wanted to stay close to it as if she was determined of getting over her irrational fear.

Chunae walked back on her seat and resumed colouring, her gaze looking to her left from time to time. You smiled and stared at your computer again, getting distracted by the man as well, but not for the same reasons as your daughter.

“You’re a mother Y/N, don’t let those stupid thoughts get inside your head,” you closed your eyes and mentally slapped yourself, heavily sighing as you answered some emails, focusing back on your work.

You were so concentrated on your tasks that you didn’t even notice what was happening in front of you. Chunae became terrified as the man caught her staring, his eyes transforming into crescent moons when he softly waved at her. Her eyes widened and started colouring faster, her nose almost touching the paper as if she wanted everything around her to disappear. It happened once, twice, but she remembered what you always told her; never talk to strangers. So when the young man whispered a small ‘hi!’ to her, she panicked and called for you.

“Mommy!” she got you out of your work bubble, and you stared at her from above your computer screen, fingers still typing on the computer. Your hands stopped when you noticed her little forefinger pointing at the man, whose chocolate eyes were quick to shift to yours.

Shit, he was really handsome.

“What is it, sweetpea?” you asked and lowered your computer screen. “I’m sorry for her behaviour, she's not usually like that,” you said, grabbing her hand as you sent an apologetic smile to the man.

He shook his head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, I get it. She’s still quite young,” you were sized by a shiver when two sets of white, perfectly aligned teeth almost blinded you as his mouth stretched into a bigger smile.

“I’m five!” she said, pouting, crossing her arms on her chest, staring at the table with furrowed brows.

The young man’s eyes widened, and pursed his lips, trying to hold back a smile as he acknowledged her stubbornness. You puffed and rolled your eyes at her behaviour, noticing with a smirk that she was still glancing at his tattoos.

“What’s your name?” he asked after looking at you, asking for permission. Your daughter’s unsure eyes stared at you, and you nodded, allowing her to talk to him.

“Ch-Chunae,” she answered, and his mouth transformed into a surprised ‘o’, letting out a small gasp.

“That’s a very pretty name, I’m Juyeon,” he said, and your daughter blushed, a veil of shyness appearing in her eyes as he held out his hand for her to shake it. You smiled as he indirectly complimented you for choosing her name, his gaze softening as she timidly grabbed his hand. Her eyes couldn’t help but scrutinise his tattooed hand with attention, making the man smile fondly and brightly.

“I have drawings all over my arms, do you want to see them?” he asked, keeping a great eye on you to see any sign of reluctance. Or maybe it was for something else, but you didn’t need to know about this.

“But they’re scary,” she said, and Juyeon whole-heartedly laughed, drawing the sleeve of his t-shirt to the top of his shoulder.

“Look at this one,” he said as he twisted his biceps, noticing a dragon spitting fire and your daughter’s eyes widened. He then turned his forearm to show her a dolphin near the crook of his elbow, smiling as he watched your daughter’s expression change as she saw all his tattoos on his arms. She was now mesmerised by the tattoos, the gentle, deep voice of the man explaining to her as she stared at his inked arms.

“Do you wanna colour this one?” he asked, finger showing the rose on the back of his hand.

“Really?” Chunae was surprised by his question, and Juyeon smiled at you, your daughter already grabbing her red pen.

“You really don’t have to,” you embarrassingly said, but the man shook his head, resting his large hand in front of your daughter, who pushed all her belongings to the side.

“If that can keep her quiet while you work, I don’t mind,” he stated, and you raised your eyebrows, a grateful smile drawn on your face.

Colouring the red rose ended up inking the poor man’s entire arm, who had a lot of patience and discipline when it came to children. Chunae went over the line with her pen a few times, only to have him reassure and praise her to continue when she started feeling guilty.

“Oh no!” she gasped as her hand clumsily went over the scales of the snake circling his forearm, Juyeon chuckling before wetting his thumb to erase the misdrawn ink. “It’s okay, it’s okay, keep going,” he said in a gentle tone, smiling at your daughter as she was looking for reassurance.

You had told him a few times that he didn’t have to stay the entire day only here to occupy your daughter, but he genuinely was alright with that. He looked almost happy to talk with you and your daughter since you had stopped working a few moments ago to exchange a few words of politeness with him before heading home.

“Chunae, finish your smoothie before we go home,” you said, and she obeyed, nodding as she placed her pen down and started sipping on her drink.

“I’m really sorry for this,” you gestured to his arms, but he was quick to cut you.

“Ma’am, it's okay, please stop apologising, I gave my agreement for her to do this. You seem like busy parents with your husband, I’m glad I could help,” he smiled, and you frowned.

“H-Husband?” you asked and Juyeon’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“O-oh? Wasn’t it your husband on the phone?” you shook your head at his words, only to have him purse his lips in utter embarrassment. “Sorry for assuming,” he said, the tip of his ears turning pink just like his cheeks.

“It’s okay, it was my best friend. I’m actually a single mom,” you explained, and he nodded, his features expressing admiration.

“Wow, you must be super strong then,” he said, and you blinked a few times, discerning something sad appearing in his eyes as he stared at your daughter. It was inappropriate and way too intrusive to ask him about his reaction, so you just offered him a grateful smile.

“I have to admit that it’s not always easy being alone in this, but with a bit of discipline and organisation, you can manage to make it work!” you tried to enlighten the mood, and Juyeon laughed along, but his smile had lost its splendour.

He cleared his throat, and you stood up, your daughter being finally done with her smoothie. You helped her place her pens in the pouch before clearing your belongings off the table, Juyeon standing up as well.

“Will I get to colour your tattoos again?” Chunae asked, and you looked at her sternly, but Juyeon laughed and smiled, gently ruffling her hair.

“This only depends on if your Mommy wants to see me again,” Juyeon crouched down to her level and made sure to get her hair out of the way before zipping her light jacket up to the chin.

You were taken aback by his answer, looking at him in the eyes. Vaguely smiling, he stood back up and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, thumbs playing with the belt loops as he waited for your answer. You breathed in heavily as you stared around you but in his eyes, trying to find an excuse.

“I mean… why not?” you eventually said, and his face brightened, his ears going pink at your answer. You grabbed your daughter’s hand as she was about to run to Juyeon and walked to the exit of the coffee shop, not believing what you’ve just agreed to.

Meeting a man? After your ex? With all the work and busy life that you had? Were you crazy?

Juyeon held out the door for you, and you thanked him, your daughter now almost best friend with the man she feared when he appeared. You sighed and replaced your bag on your shoulder, offering a soft smile to the man.

“Is it okay if we wait a bit before all of... this? I have the deadline of a big project that is coming up next week and it has a considerable influence on the future of my career, I really don’t want to mess it up,” you explained, and Juyeon nodded, his hand going to your bag to shove your key ring back inside since it was falling out.

“It’s more than okay, I’ll wait as long as it takes you to finish this and be ready to meet up with me,” he said, and your mouth fell open, surprised by his attitude. The last man you dated and loved unconditionally dropped the family he had created with you for a career abroad and another woman, his words and behaviour offering warmth to your broken, lonely heart.

You got your phone out and took Juyeon’s number, a relieved smile painted on your face. Maybe not all the men were as selfish and nasty as your ex.

“Call me if you need anything. It can be help, someone to look after her, comfort. Whatever you need, I’ll try to help you out as much as I can,” he said and rested a hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing it.

“Thank you,” you said, and he nodded with a smile.

“Good luck with everything,” you beamed and waved at him, your daughter imitating you as you started walking to the bus stop, hailing the vehicle as it was approaching.

Juyeon walked in the opposite way to the small parking lot in front of the coffee shop, his leg swinging over his motorcycle. He sat there for a minute, watching you get on the bus before the doors closing behind you, holding his helmet in hand. You were a busy, ambitious woman, you had set your priorities high, and you were not going to change them for a man. He was a bit scared of committing to a relationship with a busy woman and a child, yet that didn’t prevent him from wanting to get to know you and finding you attractive. He loved it even if he was a bit anxious about getting hurt, as it happened in his past way too many times to his likings.

His gloved hand moved side to side as the bus drove past him, your daughter on your hip as you both waved at him. The smile you had plastered on your face reassured him, hoping that you would give his heart a break and not break it.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Protective P2 - Harry Hook x reader - commission work

(gif by Val on twitter) 

Protective p1 (OG version, bad writing made in early 2019)

Protective p1 (V2 REWRITTEN VER made in October 2020)

commissioned by @thebookbakery

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You stared wide-eyed at the letter held in your eyes; sent, written, and signed by King Ben himself.

Dear Mr. Harry Hook and Ms. (y/n) of the isle. His Royal Majesty, King Ben of Auradon, and his Councilor Ms. Evie of the Isle, hereby request the pleasure of your company, for the upcoming academic year at Auradon prep. Please notify his Majesty’s couriers of your response to this request.

-we’d love to have you three with us here in Auradon, you and your child deserve a better life, will you come? If you accept you will be picked up one week from your response date and will live in the dorms until graduation. - King Ben

It had been around two months since the whole ‘kidnapping ben for the wand’ situation, and Ben had not been able to get you, Harry, and your baby off his mind. And before anybody else could stop him; he made the arrangements for the three of you to live in Auradon, and sent the very invitation you were holding now.

You stood from the barrel you were sitting on and walked into your shared room with Harry, holding up the letter as he looked up from feeding Arella. “what’s up-“ he paused as you turned the letter around and let him read it. His eyes went wide “holy shit, is-is that fer real?!” he stood, gently moving Arella into your arms and taking the latter, reading it over and over again “holy shit it's real-we-i-you…” he looked back up at you, reaching out for your free hand and intertwined your fingers “should we do this?”

You thought about it for a moment, then looked down at Arella, smiling as she played with your jacket straps “yes…yes we should” you smiled up at Harry, who seemed unsure of this decision but he would follow you into oblivion.

“Okay, I trust yeh” he mumbled, kissing your lips and then Arella’s head.

-

Only a week later, you and Harry were packing the last of your things up to leave for Auradon, Gil had been invited as well, already at the other end of the tunnel to wait for the limo with Dizzy; who had also been invited.

Harry slung his bag over his shoulder and picked Arella up off his bed, cradling her carefully in his arms and leading the way out of his room and onto the main deck, where the rest of the crew were waiting.

They all said their goodbyes, Desiree and Drey cooing at Arella and Harry let crew say their personal goodbyes to her. Bonnie squeezing you tightly as you patted her head “stay safe you two” Jonas mumbled, patting Harry’s shoulder as he took Arella from him “and take care of the pirate princess” you and Harry nodded, the crew waving goodbye as you walked off the docks through the tunnel.

You stood with Gil and Dizzy a few moments later, waiting anxiously for the arriving Limo. And behold a minute later it pulled up, the driver stepping out and unlocking the back, helping the four of you load up. Harry took all your bags and stuffed them in the trunk, Dizzy sliding into the car first and taking Arella for you to get in easier.

Harry and Gil soon got in and Harry slid next to you, wrapping one arm around you and the other on Arella, rubbing his thumb on her chest as her tiny little hand curled around his forefinger hanging from your shoulder. “we ready?” Harry whispered, leaning in close to you. You nodded with a nervous smile and Harry kissed your cheek “let’s do this”

-

Two hours later the limo pulled up to Auradon prep, where Ben, Evie, Carlos, Jay, and Ben’s mother all stood ready to welcome the four of you. Dizzy bolted out first as soon as the door open and leaped into Evie’s arms, the two squealing with each other in excitement at Dizzy finally being in Auradon.

You weren’t surprised Mal wasn’t there, she didn’t trust or like Harry or Gil at all and probably felt betrayed by you for siding with Uma after she left.

Ben stepped forward as you, Harry, and Gil climbed out of the car, holding a sleeping Arella in your arms. Evie and Belle immediately went soft at the sight of her but kept their composer as Ben stepped forward with a smile “Welcome to Auradon: Ben said happily, clapping his hands together “first I want to apologize it took so long, and second; thank you for accepting my invitation. I know it was hard to make that choice in both trusting me and leaving behind the isle and your family” you knew he meant the crew “but I promise they will soon follow and now;” he gestured back to the dorm building “let’s get you all set up.” You nodded, letting Evie step closer and coo over Arella.

“oh she’s so cute~” Evie giggled, pressing her fingers into Arella’s (not as pudgy as it should be) cheek softly, your baby girl gurgled and pushed Evie’s hand away, Evie laughing quietly at it “oh I love her already…(y/n)?” you hummed, not looking at her as you followed Ben through the halls of the building “im sorry I left you”

You looked into her eyes, softening a bit as you could only see sincerity in her eyes. “i-“ you started, lifting Arella in your arms a bit, her head cradled in your arm. “i-…don’t forgive you, not just yet but” you smiled at her as her face fell but rose in hope at the ‘but’ “we can start with being friends again?” Evie beamed and nodded, looking over at Jay and Carlos who were letting Evie talk to you first before they tried “and them too, I can tell they want to apologize…Mal thought” Evie winced at that, yeah; Mal would probably take a long time to come around. She had even cussed (y/n) out at the hideout after Evie the boys told her about (y/n)s relationship with Harry and her position on the crew.

‘she betrayed us as soon as we left! We can't trust her! Or Harry! they might lead Uma right into Auradon to destroy it!’

To say the least, Evie and the boys distanced themselves from Mal; after seeing her very narrow tunnel vision, they didn’t want to hear her bitch about (y/n) and Harry’s arrival at Auradon.

Evie hoped she would come around soon though; she missed the days of the five of them running around causing chaos. But reminiscing about the wicked old days could be saved for later, as Ben had led the group to one of the dorm rooms.

“Harry, (y/n)?” Ben called, Harry humming and looking up from Arella as he made faces at her “this will be your dorm room” Harry looked surprised at that, he had expected the dorms to separate them but-

Ben opened the door to reveal a large room, two full-sized beds by the windows (that could be easily pushed together), a crib, a newly installed mini kitchen with a working stovetop, a large dresser (two actually) flowing with baby blankets, baby clothes (designed by Evie), toys, baby food, diapers, wipes, anything a young parent could ask for.

“guys” your voice cracked as you walked into the room, Arella already reaching for the teal octopus plush sitting in her new crib “this is-i-holy shit!” Harry walked up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders as he looked around the room with watery eyes.

“I don’ know wha’ ta say” Harry croaked out, turning back to Ben; who just smiled.

“a thank you would be nice” Ben joked then waved it off “we’ll let you settle in, Gil, Dizzy?” the two turned to Ben, who waved them out of the room “I’ll show you to your rooms” Gil gave you and Harry a hug and kissed Arella’s forehead, running out of the room after Ben and the others as he closed the door.

“we’re actually here” you breathed out after a moment of silence, slowly spinning around the room. “actually in Auradon”

“aye,” Harry muttered, noticing your bags had already been brought into the room “kinda weird we’re not ‘ere ta destroy it” you chuckled, handing Arella to him and checking over her new items, Harry cooing at her and lifting her into the air, her adorable baby babble echoing around the room.

A few hours later, everything had been unpacked and set up, Arella was dressed in one of her new outfits, of course, designed by Evie; a tiny red jacket that copied Harrys iconic one, black shorts, booties, and a white t-shirt with a spray paint hook on the front. “hi darling” Harry cooed, kissing his daughters cheek multiple times as she giggled “ah yeh look so badass~”

You laughed at his adorable behavior with your kid and walked over to him, slipping on one of your new jackets from Evie and kissing his cheek “and you are so cute” Harry flushed but accepted the compliment, bringing Arella to his chest and enveloping her in his arms as you grabbed Arella’s dinner. “come on, Ben said we were going out for dinner tonight” Harry hummed, grabbing a baby sling and putting it on, then slipping Arella inside.

-

You sighed, setting down your book bag next to the door and closing it with your foot. You appreciated the fact that FG gave you and Harry only four classes a day (and switched the two of you off so Harry took care of her in the afternoon while you took the morning shift) so you could attend to Arella more often than not but that didn’t prevent you from being exhausted from them.

You looked up and cooed, Harry was on your now connected beds, asleep with Arella sleeping on his chest, his arms curled around her safely. you quickly took a picture with your phone and sent it to Evie, who immediately sent back several heart-eye emojis.

You put your phone on the table and walked over to the bed, carefully climbing on and resting your chin on Harry’s shoulder, reaching up and caressing Arella’s soft cheek. Harry grumbled as he felt you and took one of his arms off of Arella and wrapped it around you, pulling you even further into his side “afternoon my love” you mumbled, leaning up and kissing his cheek “how’d she do?”

“ ‘ad a lil’ tantrum afta’ yeh left, missed ‘er mommy but” he yawned in the middle of his sentence and pushed his cheek onto your head “she did good, fell asleep ‘bout n’ ‘our ‘go”

You hummed and rubbed your thumb on Arella’s chest, she hadn’t even moved in the few minutes you had been on the bed “that’s good, did she eat her lunch?” Harry sleepily nodded and was already falling asleep again, following Arella’s lead.

You stared at the two loves of your life, and you thanked whatever gods that had intervened in your life to let you meet Harry almost two years ago and saved you from meeting a bad end with the Gaston twins. And then you had fallen for him and fallen for him hard. And you didn’t regret going behind your friend's backs to be with him; not if it resulted in the greatest thing you had ever made, that was sleeping on his chest.

-end-

so this was a commissioned 2nd part to one of my very first stories i posted on here back in 2019, that was rewritten in late 2020 and i never planned to continue it, but i was commissioned to do so and im happy with how it turned out~!!!! :3

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[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Disappointment | Ivan x Daughter!Reader

Requested by @theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass​: “so I’m really a sucker for parent tropes so maybe you could write a Ivan x daughter!reader where he had her with a non grisha woman who gave birth and later left the baby at the little palace for him. Now she is grow and Ivan being Ivan is hard on her especially because she’s kind of failing being a heartrender (cuz that’s not her real grisha power) and they have a huge fight about it and she runs away in the middle of the night. When Ivan find out in the morning he becomes very worried and asks The darkling and Fedyor to help him find her. (Maybe they find her a bit hurt cuz she was attacked. Just for more angst and feels:3)”

Pairing: Ivan x Daughter!Reader, Fedyor x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood

A/N: As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Masterlist

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“Ivan!” Fedyor calls as he runs down the corridor carrying a medium size wicker basket “Ivan, someone left this outside the doors of the little palace” 

“Oh?” Ivan says, uninterested as he continues walking.

“The note left with it says its for you.” 

Ivan stops walking and abruptly turns around to finally face Fedyor who hold out the basket to him. He takes it and slowly lifts the lid, freezing when he lays eyes on what’s inside. 

“What is it? What’s in there?” Fedyor asks curiously but gets no reply “Ivan?” 

He moves to stand by Ivan’s side, peering over to see the baby girl wrapped up tight inside, fast asleep without a care in the world. 

“I don't understand, why would someone give you a baby?” Fedyor asks. 

“Because she’s my daughter.”

— — — — 

Seventeen years later. 

Growing up in the Little Palace wasn’t exactly a normal childhood, especially being the daughter of one of the Darkling’s most favoured Grisha. You never really felt like you fit in with the other kids, especially since your father made you learn with Heartrender children even though you were actually a healer. He was convinced you would share the same power as him and because you wanted to please him you went along with it. 

It was hard growing up without a mother too. Your father was always honest with you, about how he had spent the night with a non Grisha woman and hadn’t even known she was pregnant until one night you were left on the doorstep. Part of you wished you could meet your mother, but the other part of you didn’t care about a woman who could so easily abandon you. 

You were close with your father’s lover, Fedyor. He became the closest thing you had to a mother figure. He was softer and more caring than your father. When you were younger he would occasionally sneak you away for fun days out playing games in the woods. Even now he would take you out on horse riding lessons when he felt you needed a break. 

Ivan did not approve. 

“She’s my daughter and I say she must attend all her training sessions!” 

“You're too hard on her Ivan, the poor girl is exhausted from all the pressure you put on her. Give her a break” Fedyor argues back as you press your ear to their door so you can hear. 

“I’ll give her a break when she earns one. Right now she’s the worst in the whole class of heartrenders. Even the children are better than her”

“Maybe because I’m not actually a Heartrender!” You say as you burst through the door.

“This is a private conversation!” Ivan shouts. 

“Not if it’s about me it’s not.” You shout back

“Y/N” Fedyor speaks calmly, trying to defuse the situation “maybe you should go-”

“No Fedyor, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live like this” you turn and address your father “All I’ve ever done, all I ever do is try and live up to your expectations. Try to be like you. Hide my true self because I’m terrified of disappointing you. But I can’t lie anymore. I’m not a Heartrender. And no matter how much you or I try to force it, I will never be a Heartrender.”

You take off your red and black kefta and hand it to your father. There’s a silence as he looks down at it before finally looking up at you.  

“You're just going to give up on everything we’ve worked for, everything you’ve wanted?”

“I never wanted any of this Dad. You did! I just went a long with it to please you”

“Get out of my sight!” 

“Dad-”

“I have never been more disappointed in you than I am right now. I am ashamed to call you my daughter”

“Ivan!” Fedyor speaks up as you stand there silent for a moment, staring at your father.

Fedyor comes to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder but you shake him off and run out the room as hot tears fill your eyes. You hear Fedyor call after you but you ignore him, continuing to run out of the Little Palace. You don't stop running until you reach the woods, leaning against a tree and sliding your back against the rough bark to sit on the ground. You bring your knees up to your chest and let the tears flow, unaware of the stranger watching you in the darkness. 

You're disturbed by the sound of a twig snapping behind you. You lift your head up and take a deep breath, silently listening. Slowly you stand up, keeping your back to the tree as you look around you. Then you spot him, an unknown man creeping toward you. From his clothes you guess he’s a peasant from the village. 

“Are you alright?” He asks. Something about him sets your nerves on edge. 

“Yes I’m fine” you say quietly, wiping a tear off your cheek 

“Are you from the palace?” He asks, taking a step closer. You nod. “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” 

“I could ask you the same thing” you reply

“It’s not safe to be out here alone you know” he takes another step closer “never now who you might meet” 

“You're right, I should head back” you go to leave but he grabs your arm, pulling you back “let go of me!”

“Not until you give me something in return” he pulls a dagger from his pocket

“What do you want from me?” You struggle against him but his grip is tight 

“Whatever you’ve got. Money. Jewellery. Anything that’s worth something. You lot up in your fancy palace have no idea how hard it is to be poor”

“I’m sorry but I don't have anything”

“Then you're no use to me!” He growls, plunging his dagger into your side. You let out a silent gasp. He pulls the dagger back out and you drop to the ground, clutching the wound, feeling the heat of the blood cover your hands.

“Grisha bitch” he spits before running away, disappearing into the darkness. You try to drag yourself back toward the palace but you don't have the energy. You prop yourself up against the base of a tree and wait for the darkness to take you. 

— — — — 

“Fedyor wake up!” Ivan rushes into their room, opening the curtains to let the morning sun stream through “Y/N is missing!”

“What!” Fedyor sits up instantly 

“I went to apologise but she isn’t in her room and her bed hasn’t been slept in. Im really worried Fed. Where is my girl?” He chokes up as tears spring to his eyes.

“Okay calm down. We’ll find her” 

Ten minutes later the boys are heading out the Little Palace, searching the grounds with the help of General Kirigan. 

“Do you have any idea where she could have gone?” The Darkling asks. Ivan shakes his head. 

“I think I might know.” Fedyor announces

The three of the mount their horses and set off towards the woods. Once they enter they slow down as Fedyor explains this is where the two of you come to relax and get away from the Palace when things get too much. Ivan feels his heart sink, knowing that he’s the reason you even need a place to escape to. 

“There!” Fedyor shouts, pointing to your lifeless body laying on the ground. 

 The men jump off their horses and run to your side, Ivan cradling your head in his lap and stroking your face while the Darkling checks your wound. 

“Oh my saints! Y/N, my girl. Please come back to me” Ivan cries

“We need to get her back to the Palace. She needs a healer” The Darkling announces as Ivan picks you up and carries you to his horse. He rides faster than he’s ever ridden to get you there.

“We need a healer! Now!” The General shouts the second he enter the Palace, and instantly multiple healers come running. They follow him as he carries you to your room and lays you down on your bed. 

Ivan and Fedyor watch anxiously as the healers get to work. What feels like hours later they finally finish, turning to address the men.

“She’s stable now.” 

“Thank you, thank you so much!” Ivan lets out tears of relief as Fedyor hugs him.

“We’ll leave you three alone.” The Darkling says, ushering the healers out of the room. “I’m glad she’s okay” he smiles before leaving, shutting the door behind him. 

A few hours later you're eyes finally flutter open. You look around the room confused as to how you got there. You remember the woods. The creepy stranger. Being stabbed. You sit up, lifting your shirt to see now no wound at all. Then you look over and see Fedyor and Ivan asleep at the foot of your bed. You reach over and gently squeeze your father’s hand. He opens his sleepy eyes and when he sees you awake shoots up right, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. Fedyor also wakes up and smiles at you. 

“I’ll leave you two to chat” he says smiling again before leaving. 

Your father sits on the edge of the bed facing you. 

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said last night, I didn’t mean it. I was angry with Fedyor but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you”

“It felt like you meant it”

“I could never be ashamed of you. You are a beautiful, intelligent, strong young woman. I am proud to be your father.” He takes your hand in his “And I am so sorry I made you feel like you had to be someone else just to please me. I always hoped you’d be a Heartrender like me, but I shouldn’t have put that pressure on you. From now on you are free to be the person you want to be.”

“Are you sure I’m not a disappointment?” 

“You could never disappoint me Y/N. You are my daughter and I love you more than anything in the world” he moves to sit next to you and puts his arm around you. You snuggle into him.

“Even more than Fedyor?” You ask playfully

“Even more than Fedyor” 

“Hey I heard that!” Fedyor shouts as he pokes his head back in the room

“We love you too Fedyor!” You shout back, gesturing for him to join you. He sits on the other side of you so you are sandwiches between the two of them. You hold his hand and rest your head on your father’s shoulder. 

You may not have a mother, but you do have two fathers. And you wouldn’t change them for the world. 

Your perfect little family. 

[uniquevocashark]

Hi! Can I ask for 2 or 21 with fem!reader x lady dimitrescu out of the prompt list? (btw I love your writing, thanks so much for sharing🥺)

2. Safe

Theres angst im sorry (and also ily anon, you're very welcome)

Your candle flickers as you make your way back to Alcina’s room, a cup of water in the other hand. You suppose you could always ask a maid to do it but you’re still jittery despite the late hour and needed the walk.

You slip into the room and find Alcina upright in bed, the blankets wrapped around her huge form like a cocoon. She’s crushing a pillow against her chest and when she looks at you her face turns furious. She nearly jumps out of her skin in her haste to stand but the bedsheets tangle around her and she stops.

She looks at you closely and her furious expression melts away. “I almost killed you.” She rasps, her incredulity muddled by a yawn.

“Okay.” You reply, walking closer while she untangles herself. You set the cup down and snuff the candle.

Alcina opens her arms to you, and you move into her embrace. She lifts you to her lips first, the tension in her melting. When you settle in her lap though, you find that her nightgown is damp, and her skin is covered in sweat. Her eyes change from loving to angry as she surveys the room, her hold tightening when you try wiggle around.

“Alcina,” You say but she doesn’t respond, shifting so her backs against the bedframe, bringing her knees up to shield you. “Alcina?”

She blinks and her pupils go wide when she looks at you, “Yes?”

“You’re sweating a lot.”

“Am I?” She says, affecting a bored tone that contradicts the way she holds you.

“What’s going on?”

She watches the darkness, “I had an awful dream,” she begins in a choked whisper, “I was following a trail in a forest, but I couldn’t see more than two meters around me in all directions. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t.”

You rub her collarbone, and she swallows thickly, “As I’m walking, blood starts to appear alongside the trail, a maiden’s blood,” she stops to snuggle into you, “I should have been ecstatic, but I wasn’t. As I go on, the forests changes into a lab and at the end is you.”

“It’s alright,” you murmur, burying your face into her neck, “go on.”

“They had gotten you, like they said they would, and I couldn’t stop it. When I woke up you were gone and—”

“You thought it was real.”

She breathed in deeply, “I am so scared of losing you.”

You kiss her cheek, “You aren’t going to lose me.”

And you kiss her again and again, until she returns them gently and then more deeply. Until you steal the breath from her lungs and the awful memory from her mind. You coax her into lying back down with you and cradle her head as she curls around you.

“I’m not going anywhere, Alcina. I’m here for good.”

“I’ll keep you safe,” she says reverently, sleep choking her words into a mumble, “I swear.”

She clings to you so tightly you’re surprised your back doesn’t crack from the pressure, pressing sleepy kisses to you stomach and hands. She drifts back off to sleep while you brush your fingers through her hair, her breathing slow and even.

“You already do, you silly goose.” You murmur fondly and pull the blankets back over the both of you.

[sugar-sweets-fanfic]

Andrea × Preg!Reader

Word count - 1,694

Prompt - A divorced pregnant woman lives next to Ursula and Janet. As the months past it gets harder for her to do much by herself. Andrea starts to help her here and there after he gains his mobility. One afternoon things grow intimate between the two.

Warnings - 18+(NO MINOR READERS PLEASE), fingering, pregnant kink, a bit of a mommy kink, handjob, fluff, and it's not proof read so sorry for any typos!

Readers note - this is my first fanfic so please bare with me 😅

It's been about a month since Andrea has helped you out. At first he would mainly just clean and head home. Then he began to practice or just play his violin for you. The more he visited the closer you got to him. Yes, you were a tad older than him. However, you couldn't let go of these wants for him. Still, you put them aside and continued to only be friendly towards the young man. Until he came over today, it was as though God had a special plan for you two this evening. Something you definitely weren't expecting.

As usual, you heard a knock on the front door. His knocks normally came in a silly little pattern. It always brought a smile to your face. Slowly, you gathered some energy to get up. Holding your big swollen tummy as you made your way to the door. Not even bothering to look through the peephole. You opened the door up and greeted Andrea.

"Good evening, Andrea. Come in, it looks like it will storm soon."

"G-Good evening, y/n."

He shared a warm inviting smile with you. As he made his way inside. Shutting the door for you and locking it. His eyes glide down to your belly. His smile grew as he met your gaze again. "You're getting so big." Andrea chuckled. You roll your eyes playfully. Giving him a gentle slap on the arm. Turning away from him as you waddle to the kitchen. "Gentlemen aren't suppose to comment on a woman's figure." You smile to yourself. As you grab two glasses from the upper cabinets. Pouring you both a glass of water. Your brows crease as it aches to stand for too long.

Andrea rubs his arm and let's out a soft laugh at your critique on his manners. He was about to make a snarky remark. Until he notices the pained look on your face. Quickly, he heads over to your side next to the counter. "You should sit down. Remember.. I'm here to help you. You need to rest." He said with a frown on his face. While you simply shake your head in response. "No.. I got this. The least I can do for you is get you a drink. Andrea, you do so much for me. I haven't done anything for you. Not even once, I feel bad."

Andrea stood there silently for a few moments. About to walk away he gathers an idea. Stepping behind you, his hands are planted on your hips. Causing you to jump lightly. Before you can protest whatever he was about to do. Andrea softly shushes you, while his hands snake around your waist. Your loose dress bunch under your belly. As his hands settle on that section of your body. Soon he lifts your baby bump, relieving all that pressure and weight from you. A deep sigh escapes you as your cheeks lightly heat up.

"There you go.. I hope this can help." Andrea says softly against your ear. His chin nearly resting on your shoulder.

"Oh yes.. Wow, it feels incredible. Thank you, thank you so much Andrea." You moan lightly. Unable to help, but lean against him. Your hands end up on top of his. As you close your eyes for a moment. Suddenly you feel his lip grace the side of your neck. Causing you to tense up and open your eyes. Pulling a bit from him, but not escaping his hold on you. Looking over your shoulder at him. Before you could question him he captures your lips with his. Pressing nice and tender kisses against your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as you couldn't help but kiss back. Geez, it felt crazy how he hand you wrapped around his finger.

"Andrea.. We shouldn't. This would never work." You utter between kisses.

"Mm.. Shh. Don't say such things. I know how you've been looking at me. To be honest, I've been looking at you the same way."

"R-Really?"

"Mhm.. And I know...Mamuśka potrzebuje masażu."

"Heh, w-what did you just say?"

"Mommy needs a massage." He smirked.

Your eyes widen at his translation. Gently, you fully pull away from his grasp. Turning your body to face him. As you step back a bit. "Andrea, I'm too old for you love. Please..you're making this more difficult." You say in a shy manner. As he moves closer to you. Backing you up into the corner of the room. Your back pressed against the angle of the walls. Your eyes stay focused on one another. As silence fill the space between you. "It's only a four year difference. C'mon mami.. Let me be the man you need. Because you're the woman I need.. I want." He leaned in and kissed your forehead.

A deep sigh leaves your lips, "okay.. But just this once."

"Fine, but I promise you'll want more of me." He chuckled.

Andrea reached down, lifting her dress a bit. Caressing your belly carefully as he kept eye contact with you. One of his hands slowly slid down. Feeling the warmth of your nether region. His cheeks grew rosey, biting his bottom lip. "Didn't know you weren't wearing underwear." He smirked. Causing you to shiver from a heated manner. "I couldn't put any on.. It's too hard to do now." You admit. Reaching up, you cup his face and smile. Spreading your legs a bit for him. Making Andrea more excited. He stared down at her tummy. As he focused on pleasuring you. Fingers delved deep through your folds. Massaging your pussy gently. Caressing your folds as his thumb circles your clit.

"G-God.." You whimper softly. As you pull him closer. Locking your lips against his jaw. Kissing down his neck in a rough manner. Deep kissing noises echoed in the room. Which was mixed with the moans of yours and Andrea's. Leading to Andrea pushing his index and middle finger inside you. "Ahhh.. Oh baby." You whimper against the crook of his neck. Your breath tickles his adam's apple. Giving him a semi hard on. Pushing you more against the corner. Pumping his fingers at a steady pace. Jamming them past his second knuckle.

"Baby, you are t-too good to me. Lemme touch you too, sweetheart." You whisper as you reach down. Having a little trouble reaching to get to his pants. Andrea chuckled and moved his hips forwards for her. "There you go, mami.." He uttered out softly. Taking his fingers out and moving his arm to give her better access. You subtly whine at the loss of his fingers. However, you couldn't help but chuckle at the reason for it. Getting his fly open you reach in and felt his erection.

"Mmm… we can please each other together.." He mumbled. Pressing his forehead against yours. Already rolling his hips up against your touch.

"Since you've been such a good boy.. I'll allow it." You tease.

Yanking his cock out of his pants, free it. You quickly spit on your palm. Reaching back down to wrap your hand around his shaft. Causing a gruff groan to escape him. You stare deep into his eyes. Starting to pump his shaft nice and swiftly. While he reaches back between your legs. Stuffing his fingers back into your cunt. Making your mouth hang out from pleasure. There you two were. Jerking one another off in such a tight corner. It felt so warm, from how heavy you two began to breathe. The way he throbbed in your grasp made you hunger for his climax. Your grip tightened and stroke grew faster. Earning you a loud cry of pleasure from the young man.

Out of nowhere he pulls his hand away from your core. Which makes you rather sexually frustrated. Before you can comment he pulls your grip away from his hard on. As you raise your eyebrows he lowers onto the floor. "Fuck me.. Please y/n. I want you to make me a proper man." He desperately begged. Staring up at you with those soft hazel eyes. How could you refuse? You had no words, only a hand gesture. Informing him to help you down, which he did.

You hovered over his lap, sitting up on your knees. Andrea had sat up, ready to cradle you in his lap. Wanting to help you be as comfortable as possible. You hold onto his shoulders as he holds the sides of your belly. You lower yourself onto his precuming erection. It slid in nice and easy, due to how wet you both were. Both you erupt into a sharp gasp. Sitting there a moment to adjust. Though, soon enough you began to roll your hips.

"Nnn... Mmh, oh Andrea. I don't need to make you a man.. You're already the man I need." You purr in pure lust. Cupping his face as you hump harder.

Andrea couldn't even speak from how good you made him feel. Whimpering at each hump you gave him. His mouth stayed agape. Your belly rested up against his flat stomach. So he let go of your baby bump. Moving his hands up the back of your dress. Groping your ass firmly, to help you bounce. His hips jerked up a bit to meet your collision. Both of you are speechless, only able to cry out in pleasure. Andrea squeezes your ass harder as he gives you an intense gaze. "I-Im gonna cum.." He said in deep moans

You lean in and whisper in his ear, "Do it inside me.."

Those words pushed him over the edge. Gasping harshly as he shifts his arms. Wrapping them tightly around your torso. Holding you down as his erection spews his warm love inside of you. The erratic orgasm threw you into an orgasm as well. Hugging on to him tightly as you sigh heavily. As you calm down from your climax. You feel his hand pet your back. Followed by gentle kisses on the side of your head. A smile grows on your face as you continue to relax against him.

"I love you.." You finally admit in a hushed manner.

"I love you more."