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bravevulnerability · 7 months ago

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I’m not sure if you still take prompts but tbh, I don’t even care, can you write anything you want? Doesn’t have to be long! Just craving some good caskett 😭

A/N: I was either reading a book or watching a tv show, I can't recall, but the simple words of "I'll leave early" got stuck in my brain and shot this idea into my head. Set during 4x19, ‘47 Seconds’, initially before any confessions unknowingly occur on the other side of an interrogation room window.

The knock on the door startles him, has him jerking out of his chair and bumping his hip on the edge of the desk.

Castle curses under his breath, winces, but carries on into the living room, to the front door.

It’s late, after midnight, and he hasn’t been able to calm his mind. All he can think about is the victims of the bombing, their loss of life, of opportunity, and how it has selfishly caused him to reflect on those areas of his own life. On Kate.

He’s going to tell her tomorrow. He has to. What if - god forbid - the world were to end for him the way it did for all of those people today, and it would do so without Kate Beckett knowing he loved her? What if the time they had was so much shorter than they could imagine? What if-

Castle feels the color drain from his face, all of the bravado leaving him, as he swings the door open.

“Beckett,” he greets softly, self-consciously smoothing down the tortured strands of hair that have flown this way and that from the restless push of his fingers.

She’s in his hallway with her hair falling in those gentle waves around her shoulders, her face devoid of makeup and an NYPD sweatshirt engulfing her slim frame. Kate offers him a weak twitch of her mouth.

“Hey, Castle.” Her voice is soft but gruff, as if it hasn’t been used in hours. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no,” he assures her, stepping back and gesturing for her to come in. Her eyes flicker around the darkened space, as if ensuring his daughter isn’t at the counter, or his mother on the couch. “I was up, trying to write, but after today… I just couldn’t get out of my head.”

The door clicks quietly behind them and he steps up to her side, catches the haunted glimpse of her eyes gravitating back to him. The warm glow of his office beckons them forward, offering privacy and familiarity. She's never said as much, but he thinks she favors his office, the comforting walls of books and the sofa she often curls up on when she stays late to theorize over cases or plot points for his novels.

“Yeah.” She nods, twisting her fingers together in front of her as she follows him inside. He eases the office door closed. Just in case. The last thing he needs is Alexis's scrutinizing gaze peering in. His daughter means well, he knows, but on the topic of Kate, he hopes to maintain some distance. “I know the feeling.”

“Couldn’t sleep?” he tries, sensing there is more to her visit than she is letting on.

“No,” she admits. “I just - it’s this case. I kept seeing their faces, the crime scene, the senselessness of it. I keep thinking of the victims’ loved ones, what it’s going to do to them.”

Castle tilts his head, understanding but still curious. Her eyes fall to her feet, the worn toes of her sneakers peeking out from her jeans.

“It’s selfish, but it - it made me think of what my shooting did to the people I care about, that I love.” She purses her lips and exhales a breath that quivers. “I don’t think I ever apologized to you. Well, beyond the first time I saw you again after your book signing in the fall,” she murmurs, tentatively lifting her gaze to meet his. “For what I put you through.”

“Kate,” he huffs, but she catches the hand he tries to use to wave her off. He stares down at the slim curl of her fingers around his, the kiss of her thumb to the heart of his palm. “You didn’t put me through anything, you were shot. Besides, I’m one of the lucky ones. You’re here.”

“You know what I mean.” Her eyes harden, a fierce hazel, emboldened. “The summer, and… this. The missed opportunities and lost time. The waiting.”

His brow hitches, surprise rippling through his senses. Sure, they’ve talked around his unspoken vow to wait for her, their conversations always edging on everything shy of committing to one another without saying any actual truths. He’s not used to blatant honesty between them.

His hand relaxes within the grasp of hers, their loosely knotted fingers dangling in the space between them.

“I just - I know it’s not necessarily what you signed up for-”

“Beckett, it’s exactly what I signed up for,” he chuckles, tugging gently on their hands and drawing her a step closer. She has to lift her eyes to him without her heels, her vulnerability alive and shimmering in her gaze just a few inches below. “From the first day we met, I signed up for you.”

“We were different then,” she huffs, shaking her head, but he squeezes her hand.

“Yeah, but maybe we’ve been changing for the better.” He shrugs, watching a sliver of hope slice through her pupils. “Maybe the last four years were necessary, to prove we were capable of growing together. Seems worth waiting for to me.”

Kate’s lips quirk, white teeth appearing to contain the smile.

“You always know how to say something reassuring,” she sighs, but her eyes are dancing with light for him.

“Plus, you’re only the hottest detective in existence, so I’d be stupid to give up so easily-”

She smacks him with her free hand, her laughter quiet and mingling with his. He catches the other hand at his chest, coats her knuckles with his palm, and feels hers come to a cool rest over his heart. Kate’s laugh gentles into a sigh, her body swaying towards his, and then she’s releasing the hand that was holding his. Her arm snakes around his waist instead, her embrace tentative.

Rick's arms automatically wind around her, the movement as natural as breathing. He feels the sink of her body into his, the exhale of tension against his collarbone as she tucks her forehead against his neck.

“I love you, Kate,” he whispers, feeling the terror and exhilaration commingling within his chest as the words escape. He expects her to tense, to draw away, but she remains against him. Still, unspeaking, and possibly not breathing, but in his arms with her fingers curled into the t-shirt at his back. “I don’t need you to be ready to say it back, but I don’t want you to forget, to doubt. I’m here.”

Her arm tightens around him, her fingers curling at his chest, as if she could hold fast to the heart beneath her hand. They remain like that for a long moment and he takes the time to appreciate the shape of her in his arms, the scent of her shampoo in his nose, and her nuzzled cheek against his clavicle.

"I don't want you to doubt either," she murmurs, the heat of her breath rushing over the flesh of his throat.

Kate gingerly lifts her head, dark lashes rising and eyes finding his. Her hand splays at the small of back, her fingertips brushing his spine. He swallows hard, begging his heart to steady before she feels the gallop of it between their bodies.

"You're not alone in this, Rick." A tender smile graces her lips, encouraging yet shy. Her eyes fall to his mouth, linger for a moment too long before fluttering back to his gaze. "And I don't think the wait is for much longer."

"N-no?" He clears his throat, watches her smile grow, and he can't help it. He touches a hand to her jaw, unfurling fingers along her cheek, and watches in amazement as she leans into the cup of his palm.

"No," she confirms, covering the back of his hand with one of hers, holding it there as she turns her head and brushes a kiss to his palm that sends a jolt of electricity up his arm.

"Kate," he sighs, giving into the compromise of pressing his forehead to hers.

"Sorry," she mumbles, abandoning his hand to dust her fingers to his chin. He feels the tips of her fingers trail along his jaw, his eyes fluttering closed as her thumb skims his cheek. "I think I should go."

"It's late," he argues, eyes flickering open to find hers watching closely, bottom lip pinned beneath her teeth again. "Just stay. The guest room-"

"Castle, Alexis and your mom-"

"Something tells me Alexis won't even notice since she leaves for classes at the crack of dawn and my mother won't be up until the clock is flashing double digits."

She's considering it, he can tell.

"Stay," he murmurs, forcing himself to draw back and stealing the hand from his face.

"Castle," she huffs when he begins to drag her towards his bedroom.

"Here," he tells her, letting her go to dig through his dresser, retrieving a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "These should be comfortable, but you're welcome to raid my closet and drawers for other options if-"

She swipes the clothes from him and glowers as she brushes past, heading for his bathroom.

He nervously rearranges his pillows while he waits for her, trying not to pay attention to the sound of running water or the click of the doorknob.

She still looks uncertain when she drops her clothes in the chair beside his bed, her sweater landing on top of his robe, making him stupidly delighted.

"Come on," he says, climbing onto his side of the bed and cutting the lamp lights. He feels the darkness will seal the deal, allow her the courage to crawl under the covers to innocently lie beside him.

He doesn't know when they decided on his room instead of the guest room, but she makes no move to leave now.

He looks anywhere but at her while he slides his legs beneath the comforter, the sheets, and settles onto his back. But his body, his senses, are attuned to her, and he can hear the quiet rustling of her doing the same. When he risks a glance, he can make out the dark mass of her body curled beneath the blankets a few inches away.

"I'll leave early," she breathes into the shadows between them, as if making a promise to them both.

"Kate."

A moment of silence passes and then the mattress is shifting, her body warm and lithe and nestling beside him. He eases his arm around her, feels the welcome weight of her head on his shoulder, the contented sigh of her breath against his neck.

"I'll leave early," she repeats, adamant but soft.

"Go to sleep, Kate," he whispers, resting his cheek against her hair and feeling the restlessness of her quieting.

Her arms curl between them, her cold hands against his ribs, her knees against his thighs. He drifts to sleep savoring the points of contact.

When he wakes, Kate is gone. Later, he finds that the shirt he lent her the night before is as well.

The next night, when he receives a late knock on his door, he's aware of who will be on the other side and he opens it with anger roiling through his insides.

"You stormed out before I had the chance to explain," she begins immediately, coming into his loft as if she were a storm herself. "I know why you're upset with me, but-"

"Kate, I really think you've said enough today," he cuts her off, keeping his voice low.

It's late, hours since he knows her shift ended. He knows she planned this purposely to avoid his family, to corner him while he was alone.

"What I said to Bobby-"

"Yeah, I already heard it once. I'll pass on a second time," he mutters, locking his front door and leaving her in the entryway.

"Rick." But she follows, of course, chasing him with soft steps to the sanctuary of his office. "It was an interrogation tactic. You're just assuming I was being honest with a suspect," she hisses, easing the office door shut behind her.

Castle crosses his arms and leans back against his desk.

"Fine," he concedes, bitterly. He already knows the answer to his next question, he feels it in his gut, his bones. The horrible truth he's always known. "Do you remember every second of that day? Of being shot?"

Her throat ripples with a swallow, but she exhales steadily, steels herself before she says a word.

"Yes," she confesses, holding his gaze. "I've always remembered."

"Every. Second," he clarifies. Not a question.

Her lips part, the bottom one threatening to quiver ever so slightly. She squares her jaw to stop it.

"Every second," she confirms, her fingers in fists at her sides. "I remember you tackling me, trying to stop the blood, to - to save me."

He casts his eyes away from her, not wanting to remember it, not wanting to recall the feeling of hot blood on his hands, the wide surprise of her eyes, the panicked sound of her gasping for breath beneath him.

"I remember you telling me you love me," she whispers, the words soft but measured. "That was the last thing."

"All this time," he manages, blinking away the horror of those images. "You lied."

"I know," she whispers, exhaling a shaking breath into the silence between them. "I didn't - I didn't know how to face it then. How to be - how to be what I wanted to be for myself, for you. I just... god, Castle. I panicked and if I hadn't been in therapy for the last few months, I'd probably still be lying to you."

He spares a look at her then, the crescents of purple beneath her eyes, the glimmer of moisture making them sparkle in the darkness of the room.

"When I woke up in that hospital room, I didn't feel like a person anymore. The only purpose I've ever felt I had was solving my mother's murder and after the shooting, I didn't think I could survive making room for anything else," she attempts to explain, but he can hear the hitch threatening her throat, the choked sound of her trying not to cry. "I didn't feel worth much else."

Argument bubbles unbidden on his tongue at that, but she speaks first.

"I - I wanted you," she declares, meeting his eyes with a desperation he's never seen in hers. Not for him. "But I didn't feel like I could give what you deserve. I needed to be better first, to heal, to make the room. To acknowledge how important you are to me."

The unshed tears spill over, creating rivulets down her cheeks.

"I love you," she says, but her voice has changed, strengthening with resolve. "I love you, but I wasn't going to screw it up, so I was trying to put in the work. To be more."

Castle doesn't stop her when she takes a step toward him, another.

"I'm sorry." She doesn't touch him, but stands before him, palms up and bare, as if begging. "I should have gone about it all differently, but I - god, I never wanted to hurt you, Rick."

Without thinking, he touches the tear stains on her cheeks, brushing them away with his thumb.

"You don't have to forgive me tonight," she adds softly, staring up at him with tired eyes. "You can stay angry for a while. Just don't - don't give up on me yet."

Shit, she was breaking his heart, siphoning all his resolve.

His fingers slide into her hair, cradling the back of her skull.

"I would never." Her eyes flutter in what looks like relief. "I get it, I do. I just..."

"Hate it," she mumbles, the corner of her mouth twitching ever so slightly.

He shrugs. "I wish we could have done it a little differently, yeah. But I'm not going to hold it against you, Kate, I just need time to process it all."

She nods, her lips pursing resolutely. "Of course."

Her head turns toward the door, but he snags her fingers. She looks to him in askance.

"Will you stay?"

She hesitates. "What about time and space?"

"I didn't say anything about space."

She is not nearly as anxious to crawl into bed with him this time, her body settling beside him without preamble and her arms twining around his torso.

"We're okay, Kate," he promises her, burying the words in her hair as her nose touches his throat and one of her ankles hooks around his.

He rubs her back, tracing the line of her spine through another one of his t-shirts. Eventually, the taut arrangement of bones begins to relax beneath his ministrations and her breathing evens out, her body slack in his arms.

He tries to sleep, but despite all she said, all that has happened over the course of the last few hours, he can't tear his thoughts away from the fact that she loves him. And she said it out loud.

Most of the following nights are spent with her appearing on his doorstep or his on hers, the hour often late, but her smile is always worth it. The first time she opened her door to him, after a night of being dressed up for a stint with Colin Hunt - he hated that guy - she was beaming.

"I thought you'd be at home brooding," she'd chuckled, locking the door behind him, pleasing him with her intent to keep him there. "I was about to come to you."

"No, I couldn't wait that long," he admitted, hanging his coat on one of the empty hooks. "I was kinda hoping you'd still be in that dress."

Kate had huffed a laugh, already dressed down in one of the t-shirts she had stolen from him. He had yet to call her out on it because he didn't want to give her a reason to stop.

"Don't worry, Castle," she teased, lifting her hand to his cheek. "I'll save it for another time."

His brow arced at that. "That statement is heavy with implication."

"It was intended to be," she grinned, sauntering to her bedroom.

He had to bring up the case to keep himself occupied after that, but the way she looked at him every time he insulted Mr. Scotland Yard almost made it worse.

Oh yeah, Kate Beckett definitely wanted him. But until she made the next move, he would wait. He wasn't taking any risk of moving too fast when it came to her. Not when he knew this time would be for keeps.

The evening they solve the zombie case, she vows to appear at his loft, teasing him that he'll never get that makeup off without her help. He has a laser tag game planned with Alexis that turns into the icing on the cake of his day, with his daughter announcing she will be attending Columbia for college.

Most of his makeup has been scrubbed off, the costume gone, when Kate knocks on the front door.

Alexis glances up from washing the dishes, her brow furrowed. "Were we expecting anyone this late?"

"Just Kate." He tries for nonchalance, but Alexis eyes him with both intrigue and wariness as he starts for the door.

When Castle opens it, she's on the other side as promised. She's changed from her leather jacket and jeans to a soft sweater and yoga pants, looking warm and inviting at his doorstep.

"Oh look, you did a pretty good job," she chuckles, reaching for his nearly cleansed cheek, stroking the bone there.

"I don't know if you'll have better luck," he admits. "Prosthetics and stage makeup leave quite the mark."

"Well," she grins, tapping the bag on her arm. "I brought an extra strength cleanser, so we'll give it a shot."

The water from the kitchen sink is still running, catching her attention. Alexis's presence is likely visible from the doorway, the clinking of dishes going into the dishwasher pointedly loud. He feels nervous but hopeful as he watches Kate determine what to do next.

She lowers her hand from his cheek and bites her bottom lip. "Am I too early?"

"No, not at all." He extends his hand for hers and she slips her fingers into the cove of his, allowing him to guide her inside.

"I think she hates me a little less," Kate murmurs, her eyes following the work of the cotton pad she swipes along his skin.

She and Alexis spoke briefly before his daughter went up to bed. Kate had lingered before following him to his en suite bathroom, watching the stairs his daughter had disappeared up with worry lining her face.

"She never hated you," he grunts, wincing when she has to scrub at a spot on his forehead with a little too much vigor. She's been wiping makeup from his skin for the last twenty minutes, standing in front of him while he perched on the edge of his bathtub in his pajamas. "She was upset with me."

"And she's a protective daughter. Trust me, I get it," she assures him gently. Her thumb skims the curve of his eyebrow and he opens his eyes to find her studying him. "I think I should go home tonight, Rick."

He eases his hands onto her hips, watching her brow arch in response.

"I don't want to rush things with Alexis," she elaborates, tossing the cotton pad into the trash and reaching for a clean hand towel.

She dries his face with tender brushes.

"She is unaware you've stayed here at all," he reasons. "I doubt tonight would be any different. Besides, it's late."

"Castle, it's ten," she chuckles, but she hasn't shoved his hands from the resting place of her hipbones. "There's no reason for me to stay."

"No?" He rises slowly from the edge of the tub, holding her gaze the entire time. "What if I need you?"

Her nostrils flare ever so subtly, a tell he's picked up on. She's struggling to ignore him.

"Cuddling is part of our healing journey, Beckett."

She rolls her eyes and shoves on his chest, but doesn't fight the tug of his hand on her arm, the offering of his clothes, his bed.

Castle's eyes flutter open. It's barely light out and it's early, he can tell that much upon waking. But something has woken him, the featherlight dance of a touch to his cheek.

As his vision focuses, he sees Kate lying beside him, her fingers migrating from his face to comb through his hair.

He hums and shifts closer to her, burrowing into the warmth of her body.

Her arms wrap around his neck while his band around her spine. Their legs are tangled and her lips are moving against his ear.

"I gotta go," she whispers, turning her head to graze a kiss to his temple.

He sighs and loosens his grip on her, allows her to untangle their limbs.

"See you in a few hours?" she murmurs, one of her hands still reluctant to leave him, draped along his jaw.

"Of course," he yawns, gazing up at her from his pillow.

She bites her bottom lip for a second before leaning forward, lingering there before tilting her head, dusting her mouth to his. Instantly, his senses come alive under the electricity of her lips.

Castle's arms stall in their retreat from her body, reclaiming their hold on her again.

A smile blooms on her mouth before she's kissing him with more confidence, fitting the curve of her lips to his. He hums in response, kisses her back, and feels her body canting into his.

"Mm, Beckett, you make it hard to let you go," he grumbles, feeling more than hearing the rumble of her laughter.

She stains another kiss to his mouth, mumbling a last farewell against the corner of his mouth before regretfully pulling her body from the bed.

The storm batters against his windows, lightning illuminating his office as he deletes the murder board on his screen, Kate's face disappearing with the tap of his fingers.

They fought last night in her apartment, his love for her used like a bargaining chip for her life, and it wasn't enough.

He's done. He loves her with a fierce strength and softness, in ways he's never loved anyone else, but he can't watch her throw her life away.

It'll just hurt more.

No, he would rather try and gain as much distance as he can before he gets the call that Kate has become the latest to fall victim to the Dragon's wrath.

The knocking on his door begins with vigor.

He pauses, unsure. His first thought is that it must be Kate and the last thing he wants is another argument. But, it could also be Alexis. He turned his phone off after the third consistent ring with Kate's number flashing across the screen. What if his daughter needed him?

Shit.

He curses himself for his ignorance, vowing to turn the phone back on as soon as he checks the door.

Rick composes his expression, ensuring he doesn't look as hassled as he feels, not wanting to alarm his daughter on her special night if it is her.

He unlocks the door, tugs it open, and feels all of that hard work immediately fall, frown returning instantly at the sight of Kate Beckett.

She's soaked to the skin, dripping rain all over the carpeted hall of the building and the entryway to his loft.

"Beckett," he sighs, his fingers already clenching around the door's edge. "What do you want?"

"You," she whispers, breaching the slim space the door allows and reaching for him.

His body betrays him, moving too slowly to block the ascent of her hands to his face, the rise of her body into his, the adamant press of her mouth.

"You had that," he grunts into her kiss before prying her hands from his cheeks. But he doesn't let her go, he can't. So he holds her captured wrists to his chest, studies the desperate features lining her face, the trembling form of her body. "What happened?"

"He got away," she rasps, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "And I didn't care."

Traitorous hope seeps through the cracks of his heart.

"I almost died and all I could think about was you," she breathes, her head shaking as her gaze roams his face, taking him in as if seeing for the first time. Seeing him clearly. "I'm so sorry, Castle. You were right and I'm - I'm sorry."

Her wrists rotate in his loosened grasp, fingers climbing to bridge at the back of his neck. Her toes arch, lifting her body to meet his, allowing her lips to ghost over his.

"I love you." The words sound sacred falling from her mouth onto his. "I'm sorry I didn't treat you like it."

He suffers only a split moment of indecision - he loves her back, he always will, even though she scares the shit out of him.

Castle layers his mouth over hers, swallows the moan she exhales at the bruise of his kiss, the surge of his body using hers to shut the door. Kate cradles his head in her hands as he kisses her, the tenderness of all the nights before, of the last kiss she graced him with, gone in favor of the brutal fall of his mouth upon hers, the needful crush of his bones into hers.

She doesn't seem to mind, every scrape of his teeth, press of his palm, and grip of his fingers being returned with fervor.

His hands tangle in her hair, wet and dripping down his bare forearms, tilting her face upwards. She gasps when his tongue slides past her parted lips, swiping along hers and exploring the cove of her mouth like he's always wanted to. They've kissed like this before, frenzied and frantic in a darkened parking lot under the ruse of saving Ryan and Esposito, but there was still an ounce of restraint alive then. She had a boyfriend and he was desperate to show her how good they could be together, but they were allowed so little time, so much uncertainty.

Not tonight.

Her head drops back against the door as he skates lips and teeth along her jaw, down her neck. Her arms are clinging to him, her hips clashing with his, as if she can't keep him close enough.

He slows, though, when he reaches the bared flesh of her chest, the scarred skin between her breasts. His thumb skims the spot with reverence, his lips dust there next, feeling her shudder beneath him.

She whimpers as he travels his mouth up her skin, teeth nipping at her collarbone, tongue slicking along the rain coated flesh of her exposed shoulder, her throat.

"Rick," she breathes, the fingers of one hand fisting in his hair, the other slipping between them to yank at the buttons of his shirt.

Castle slides his hands down her sides, her hips, and curls them around her thighs. She's ready when he lifts her, using her toes to hop into his arms.

He chuckles as her arms wrap around his neck and she flips her hair to one side, angling her head to kiss him again.

"Eager, Beckett?" he smirks into her mouth, digging his fingers into her ass as she takes his bottom lip between her teeth.

"Yes," she admits without hesitation, letting him go for a split second to shrug the sopping leather jacket from her shoulders.

It hits the floor with a wet slap, but he can't be bothered to care. She smiles into the next kiss she lays upon his mouth, her happiness tasting like champagne bubbles on his tongue.

"You really love cuddling with me, huh?"

She laughs, tightening her thighs around his waist as they start for his bedroom.

"I plan to do more than cuddle with you tonight, Castle." Her thumb traces the bone of his cheek. "Think you can handle it?"

Her eyes are sparkling, gold flashing excitement rippling through her irises.

Castle kicks the door of his office shut with his foot and carries her into the bedroom.

"The real question is, can you? If you're planning to be up with the sun-"

"No," she cuts him off, kissing him quickly before he can lower them to the bed. He bends to lay her across the mattress, the bracket of her thighs drawing down him into the cradle of her hips. "I don't plan to leave early."

"Oh?" he muses, brushing back the damp strands of hair from her cheeks.

Her fingers thread through his hair, trickle down his neck, and trail along his spine, sending a shiver through him. Her eyes wander across his face, as if studying every feature, lips settling into a soft smile.

"I want to stay," she whispers, like it's a secret.

"Then please," he murmurs, resting his forehead to hers for a moment, breathing into the thin space between them. "Stay."

#castle fanfiction #castle fanfic #kate beckett #richard castle #castle au #castle #mine #this feels so choppy #it's been too long since I've had the time to write for fun #hopefully you enjoy anon!

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minranghae · 2 years ago

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》 pairing: c.jongho x f!reader

》 genre: hurt/comfort, smut, fluff

》 warnings: ceo!jongho, grumpy jongho, whiny reader, hurt/comfort, smut, piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, piv, pet names (princess, baby, etc.), aftercare, makeup sex, age gap (not a major plot point)

》 wc: 4.2k

》 thank you so much for reading this, it's my first full fic that i've written on here!!!!! if i forgot any tags, please lmk :) reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 also, the main song i listened to when i wrote this was versace on the floor by bruno mars

“Jongho, sweetheart, don’t you think you should come to bed now? I think you deserve a break,” you whine as you enter his office, a pout forming on your lips seeing his still, working figure.

You take a moment to admire his features on your way in. His dark hair that perfectly framed his face, those piercing eyes that seemed to cut through you every time he looked at you, and those strong arms you just loved to be wrapped in whenever he hugged you.

Well, that was if he did decide to hug you. Just as strong as his arms is Jongho’s work ethic. Sure, any CEO is bound to be busy. When you’re busy it’s easy to get stressed, and when Jongho gets stressed, it’s as if you don’t exist. He was never super touchy to begin with, but every morning he retreats to his home office without even a hug or a kiss. Just a simple good morning, or sometimes, nothing at all. With Jongho’s already packed schedule and new business plans, it’s clear you weren’t going to get his attention any time soon. But, who would you be if you didn’t at least try to get some from him?

Making your way to his desk, you prepared yourself to put on your cutest face; wide puppy-dog eyes and a sad lip bite at the ready, but with the way Jongho looked up at you, the only emotion present on your face was nervousness. You could see the dark bags forming under his eyes, seemingly becoming darker by the second, and paired with his furrowed eyebrows, you began to think maybe it would've been better to just cuddle with your teddy bear tonight.

“I-it’s just when you work so hard like this, you don’t seem happy at all, you know? I just want to see you smile again. I know, I know, work is busy and you have deadlines and all that, but can’t you just come sleep with me… just this once? I miss you holding me every night. I feel so lonely, Jongie,” You pleaded with him in your shakiest voice. Maybe that would convince him, if he just saw how desperate you were to spend some time with him. Fidgeting with your hands, you awaited his response. Too anxious to look up at him, you focused your sight on the floor beneath you.

“Y/n, you know I can’t do that right now. It’ll get better, but I really need some quiet right now. So…” He looked at you with pursed lips, then quickly looked back towards the door. A silent signal that it was your time to leave. You weren’t going to let him get rid of you that quickly though. No, he just had to see it your way.

“Jongie, are you sure?” You questioned him with a higher pitch, using the nickname you know he usually melts for. He just leaned forward in his chair, pushing his glasses further up on his nose, trying to regain his focus. He let out a soft hum, acknowledging you, but deciding not to indulge you.

Soon, you find yourself sneaking behind him, your hands resting on his shoulders. You tried to press a kiss to his cheek, but he shrugged you off quickly with a huff of annoyance.

“Y/n, stop bothering me. I’ve got some really important stuff to catch up with here. Stop being so clingy.” Jongho breathed out, frustration evident in his words.

God, you’re such an idiot. Did you really expect this little plan of yours to work? Jongho is a busy man. You really shouldn’t bother him just because you’re feeling neglected. Sure, the bed is cold at night, but he does so much for you. You wouldn’t have the lifestyle you do without him. If you two hadn’t met that day two years ago, you'd still be a broke college student, struggling to make ends meet. Maybe instead of interrupting him, you should just be thankful for what you have. At the end of the day, at least he’s there.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes, “I’m sorry for interrupting Jongho. Won’t happen again.”

And with that, you scurried out of the office and back into your shared bedroom. The shared bedroom that was slowly becoming just yours each and every day.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes shot open.

“God, what time is it?” You murmured to yourself, words slurring together. The bright light from your phone nearly blinded you as you checked the clock. It was 3 am. He’s just finishing now? I wish he would get some proper rest.

“Can I come in?” Jongho’s voice broke into the room. He sounded serious. What if he was getting ready to break up with you? After all, Jongho had always been one to cut out unnecessary distractions from his life. Normally you admired that; his determination and drive was nothing short of excellence. His maturity and guidance was what first attracted you to him. But it broke your heart knowing that you were next on his chopping block.

Truth is, Jongho heard you crying. Really, you’re not subtle when you’re upset. He went to check in on you a few hours ago, actually. But when he saw his t-shirt draped over the teddy bear he’d given you months ago, your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks pressed into said teddy bear, he knew he fucked up. The past few weeks had just been so stressful for him. With a never ending to-do list, Jongho didn’t have much time to think of anything else.

He did think of you though. He always did. The picture of you two on vacation that sat on his desk never went a day without being picked up to be examined. It was one of the first things you two did together as a couple, and god, he wished he could go back. Jongho normally didn’t show much affection in public, instead opting to keep his cold appearance up. But being there with you was too much for him. It’s like you two were connected at the hip on that vacation. Everywhere you went, Jongho had his hand on your hip or around your shoulders. You just make him so happy, and he loses himself around you. Not that that’s a bad thing.

He never wanted to make you upset. But, he lost track of himself. Of course, that wasn’t an excuse, but maybe if you saw it his way then you’d be able to forgive him. After checking in on you earlier, Jongho devised a plan. He quickly got to work in his office, this time solely focusing on you. He first made a call to an assistant of his, apologizing for the late notice of his request, and asked for a bouquet of flowers. He wanted something sweet and dainty- something that reminded him of you. Thirty minutes later, the assistant showed up with a bouquet of Lily of the Valley flowers, beautifully tied together with green and purple ribbon. Next, Jongho wrote a sweet note, apologizing for his treatment of you over the past couple of weeks. It was always hard for Jongho to express himself verbally, so this would be the best course of action for him. Finally, he had taken off of work for a week, allowing time for him to devote himself completely to you. He swore to himself that wasn’t going to let himself upset you anymore, and it was finally time to show you that.

You looked up at Jongho as he poked his head in from behind the door. His eyes softened as they met yours. He began walking towards you with his hands behind his back, hiding his surprise for you. But with the way you jumped up and just about sprinted to him, it seemed like he was the one in for a surprise.

“Look, I know I messed up Jongho. I’m sorry, I really am! Just, please don’t break up with me,” you looked up at him, guilt wracking every part of your body, “I promise it won’t happen again. I even cleaned up around here! I figured I’d get some of the more unimportant things out of here for you.”

Jongho looked around the room. He noticed the lack of knick knacks you always seemed to bring home with you after a day out. The sheets were changed from the pink floral set that you adored to a plain white set. Everything in the room seemed dull. The only semblance of normalcy left in the room was the teddy bear sitting on the bed.

“I-” Jongho started, not quite realizing what an effect he’d had on you. You were never one to change so easily; it was one of the things he loved about you. This only made him feel worse. Not only that, but the way your voice shook as you talked and the obvious tears swelling in your water lines, Jongho had to stop himself from crying.

“Sweetheart, I would never break up with you. You know that, right?” he reassured you, pulling out the bouquet and note he’d prepared. Your eyes lit up upon seeing this, confusion and relief swelling in your features simultaneously.

“Here,” he said, sitting down on the foot of your bed, beckoning you to join him. Just before you could sit next to him though, he patted his leg, signaling you to sit in lap. As you do, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in as close to him as possible. He hands you the bouquet and note, allowing you a moment to look at the gift and read the note. As you read it, tears begin to fall down both of your faces. Sure, you felt like you needed to be touched like this, but you didn’t expect it to be as emotional as it was. As for Jongho, the guilt of hurting you had really begun to sting. Seeing you so broken up over a few absent-minded words had confused him at first. But once he finally had you in his arms again, he realized it had been weeks of neglect leading up to this point. He was hurting not only you, but himself, too. He just didn’t know he was doing it.

“I’m so sorry, honey. I never meant to hurt you like this,” he explained, wiping the tears away from your face and simply letting his own soak into his skin. His hands raked through your hair gently while he admired your face. “Never gonna let it happen again. Can’t believe I let this go for so long.”

“S’okay, Jongie,” you stammered out between soft cries. You tightened your arms around his neck even more, fingers gripping at shirt, as if he was going to leave any second. “I understand you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

“Princess, you’ll always be number one on my list. You’re my top priority,” he said, finally regaining his composure and moving you to straddle him. Taking the gifts from your hands, he gently placed them to the side and took your face into his hands. He circled his thumbs on your cheeks, quietly asking you to stop crying.

“I missed this, Jongho. I just love you so much. I’m sorry I’m such a burden sometimes-” but before you could continue, he cut you off.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one that should be sorry,” he looked deep into your eyes, making sure you internalized each word he said, “and I am. I’m so sorry, baby. I know how much you care, and I want you to know how much I care, too. I love you so, so much, darling. I know I’m not the best with my words, so will you let me make it up to you another way?” Jongho questioned, his fingers tracing the edge of your pajama shorts, occasionally sneaking underneath the fabric. His eyes met yours, looking needier than ever.

With your nod of approval, Jongho lifted your shirt off your body, exposing your bare chest. His hands were quick to touch you, rubbing and pulling lightly at each nipple. You leaned into him further with each touch, and soon, your lips connected in a sweet, tender kiss. Jongho only deepened the kiss as he let his hands run freely over your body, as if he were rediscovering a terrain that he had begun to forget. His hands snuck inside your shorts, past the band of your underwear, and began to rub soft circles into your clit. Occasionally, his fingers would briefly slip into your hole, gathering some of your slick to use as a lubricant, still circling your clit at a steady pace.

Jongho pressed his forehead against yours in order to catch your attention, “How do you want me, baby?”

“Doesn’t matter, just want you, Jongie,” you babbled, so desperate for him to go faster with his ministrations. Your hips bucked onto his fingers each time they left your clit, hoping he’d slip a finger fully in.

“Mm-mm,” he hummed, “It’s all about you tonight. Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he insisted. Awaiting a response, he pulled his hand from your shorts, eliciting a whine from you. He hooked his arms under your legs, picking you up and laying you down on the bed. Gently, he pulled your shorts and underwear off together in one go. You could almost see the sparkle in his eyes as they traversed your body. He leaned down leaving just inches between your faces, “You gonna answer me, baby?”

“I think I want your tongue-” you began, but before you could finish, Jongho had pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down, coming face to face with your cunt. He lifted your bottom half up, placing one forearm under you and the other on top, letting your legs rest on top of his shoulders. He let one thumb come to your clit, picking up from where he left off earlier. It didn’t take him long to dive into your pussy. Lapping at it like a starved man, he’d drag his tongue up and down your soaked cunt, occasionally dipping his tongue into you. With each drag of his tongue, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, but everytime Jongho heard an influx of moaning and felt your hips buck up, he’d slow down slightly, not wanting you to cum just yet.

“So pretty, princess,” He said, coming up for air. His mouth and chin glistened as he smiled up at you with nothing but affection. It was as if he were touching you for the first time all over again. He was trying to take things slow, wanting to solely focus on making you feel good, but he couldn’t help but rut himself into the mattress when he heard those sweet moans of yours. He removed his hand from your clit, bringing it down to your hole instead. He toyed at your entrance, not quite deciding if he should go in or not.

“Please Jongie, want your fingers, too.”

And his mind was made up. He plunged two fingers in, focusing his mouth on your clit now. Your pussy basically sucked his fingers in, a sloshing noise coming from it. Jongho watched your face contort in pleasure. Your eyebrows strung together and your cheeks stained with a light blush. What a sight to see. It only made him want to work you harder. Shoving his fingers in up to the knuckle this time, he pistoned in and out of you, occasionally twisting them upwards to press his fingertips into your most sensitive spots. He just couldn’t get enough of how amazing your pussy felt; so soft, warm, and wet. So perfect for him.

“Gonna cum, Jong…So close” you whined out, pleasure filling every inch of your body. It was like he was sent into overdrive, his soft licking at your clit turned into harsh sucking at it, lips surrounding the bud completely. His fingers fucked into you at a pace you’d yet to feel in your life. It was desperate on both ends, each of you melting completely into one another’s touch.

Jongho had almost missed it, too focused on getting you there to notice your quickly approaching orgasm. He lifted his head up to watch you cum, as it had always been one of his favorite sights. The way your head slammed back into the mattress and your back arched up, sending your tits into the air for him to admire made him swear up and down that you were an angel sent for him. Giving you time to come down, he listened to the warbled sounds coming from you and collected the slick that was slowly leaking out of you onto his fingers and pushed it back into you.

“Jesus Christ, I missed that,” Jongho said with a groan, standing up to hold you in his arms. He lifted your back up so you were now sitting on the edge of the bed with him still slotted in between your legs. He brushed some strands of hair out of your face, his hand coming down to trace your jawline. He brought your face up to his and stole a couple kisses from you. You nudged your face into his hand, hoping somehow it could stay there forever. Something about his touch was always so grounding.

“Still okay to keep going, sweetheart?” He looked down at you, hoping to get the greenlight from you.

You don't answer verbally, instead choosing to undo the buckle of his belt, using it to bring him in closer to you. As you unzip his pants and pull them down, his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face. Your tongue poked out of your mouth, getting ready to devour him until you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes then. Lay back, baby. Gonna take such good care of you tonight.” He gently pushed you back, noticing a look of concern on your face.

“What? What’s wrong?” He said, slightly panicked.

“Don’t you want me to… you know,” You said, making a blowjob motion towards him.

God, you’re so cute.

“Darling, I’m making it up to you, aren’t I? You don’t have to do anything tonight, just let me make you feel good.” A smirk adorned his face, enamored with how sweet you are. His hands traced up and down your sides, a gentle, but steadying motion.

You reached your arms up, looping them around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It was chaste, quick and simple, but so passionate. It was as if you were kissing him for the first time again. You let his tongue explore your mouth, enjoying the low groan he let out as he did so. Barely breaking away, you looked into his eyes, deep and glistening, and asked, “Can I have you inside me now? Want’ to feel you inside.”

That was all he needed to hear before he lined himself up with your entrance, pumping his cock a few times before he did so. He teasingly dragged the tip up and down your folds before sinking into you. It was slow, but languid. He wanted you to feel every part of him, every vein and curve on him, just to remind you that you’d never have to go without again. His voice was low and throaty as he bottomed out, letting soft moans fall from his lips.

“Baby girl, you feel so good,” he stops, waiting for you to adjust to the size. Once ready, he pulls his hips back achingly slowly, almost pulling out all the way, just to force himself back in. Your fingers curled into his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist, begging for him to be deeper in you.

“Love feeling you inside like this, Jongie,” you whine, “please keep going.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he assured you, “never gonna leave you alone again.”

He took your face into his hands, planting kisses all over your face. His hips pick up their pace, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. While his pace was still slow, it was steady and deep. Jongho wasn’t fucking you to get himself off, he was fucking you to get you off. And god it felt so good. As his hips continued to snap into yours, the loud sound of skin on skin echoing in the room, you could feel yourself coming close to your climax. And you knew Jongho was almost there, too, based on the wince he let out each time he thrusted into you.

“I’m so close, Jongie, are you?” You asked, the heat burning in your core only getting warmer. He nodded, unable to speak through his own groaning. He planted one hand by your head to steady himself while the other took yours into his, lacing your fingers together. Even though his orgasm was slowly approaching, he wanted you to cum first. He forgot how much he loved the way it felt when you came on him.

Staring down at you, Jongho quickened his thrusts, making sure to hit that spot deep inside you that he knew felt so good. Over and over again, harder and harder. It sent a rush of electricity through your body, limbs shaking and back arching as your orgasm washed over you. He loved how your cunt clenched down on him, a warm rush of arousal pooling around the base of his cock.

“That was so good, princess. Such a sweet girl,” Jongho barely let out, “Think I’m gonna come now, too.”

“Want it inside me, Jongho.”

That was enough to send him over the edge. His hips rutted into yours desperately. Spilling his seed into you, he stopped thrusting and just sat there for a moment, basking in the warmth around him. His forehead pressed against yours, noses nudging together and eyes staring into each other with great affection.

“You forgive me yet?” He pulled out, eliciting a whine from you.

“I forgave you when I saw the flowers,” you chuckled, sitting up on your elbows. Jongho flopped down next to you. His chest rose and fell shallowly, trying to regain some of his breath.

“I figured,” he looked at you, eyes gleaming with joy, “but it was still nice, right?”

“Of course it was. I love it every time, you know that. And I missed it so much, you don’t even know.”

“Baby, I don’t even think I knew how much I needed it,” he pulled you into him, his hand massaging into the skin of your hip, “I know I said this, but I’m never gonna leave you like that again, got it?” You returned a simple nod, too tired to answer verbally.

“Ready to get cleaned up?” You answered again with a nod, sleep already seeping into your bones. Jongho left the room, heading to the bathroom to clean himself up and fill up the tub. Not long after, he came back for you, pulling you up into his arms to carry you to the bathroom. Checking the water temperature and deciding it was alright, he placed you into the tub. It was silent between you two, but that’s what you liked about aftercare with him. You didn’t need words to bring you back to your normal mindset, his touch was always enough.

His hands massaged your shoulders, knocking every knot and tight spot out of your body. They moved down your body, working until he could confidently say you wouldn’t feel sore in the morning. He then went on to take a washcloth to your body, scrubbing the sweat and other body fluids off of you, paying extra attention to the insides of your thighs. During all of this, he gently hummed one of your favorite songs. It was a ritual for him to care for you like this. It made him feel good, like he protected you like no one else could. Sure, he was always working, but when he was working to please you, it made him feel so much more important.

Once finished cleaning you off, he drained the tub. Turning his attention back to you, he planted a kiss to your forehead and helped you out of the tub. You purred as he wrapped a warm towel around you, pulling you in for a hug. The two of you stayed there for a moment, just swaying in each other’s arms.

He didn’t want to say anything to ruin the quiet atmosphere in the bathroom, so instead he hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look at his. He placed a tender kiss to your lips, knowing that you’d understand just how much he cared for you in that moment.

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lets-get-saucy · 11 months ago

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All You Can Eat – Emily Sonnett x reader (smut)

Summary: I mean, the title kinda says it all

Warnings: smut with the tiniest bit of plot ;)

Normally, Emily was the one in the relationship to do all the cooking. It wasn’t that you couldn’t cook, you just didn’t like too. Plus, Emily’s cooking just tasted better. Tonight, however, was one of the rare nights that you were in charge of dinner. Emily had a late practice tonight and knowing she would be tired and hungry after, you told her you would make dinner.

You decided on something easy that you knew Emily would also enjoy, pasta. How hard could it be? You just boil the noodles and dump them in sauce. Simple. Sure you could make something a little more complicated but pasta was good and there’s no way you could mess it up.

You were just pouring the noodles into the boiling water when you heard Emily walk through the door.

“Babe?” she called out, you could hear her taking her shoes off, before setting her keys down.

“In here love” you called back.

Stirring in the noodles, you felt two arms wrap around your waist. Emily’s front to you back as she held you. She placed a kiss to your neck sending shivers down your spine. Leaning your head to the side to allow her better access, you tried to focus on the pasta in front of you.

��Someone’s needy today”

“Just missed you” Emily said, placing more kisses along your neck, her fingers softly moving against your lower stomach.

Turning around in her arms you place a kiss to her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck pulling her closer. Emily nips at your bottom lip before pulling away slightly causing you to frown.

“What are you cooking?” she ask, her fingers squeezing your hips.

“Just some pasta,” you say before turning back around to check on the noodles.

Emily rest her head on your shoulder, her fingers still taunting you. In another pot you put sauce, stirring it around trying to focus as Emily’s fingers trace the waist band of your shorts.

“Babe, I’m trying to cook” you push back against her.

This only eggs Emily on more as she grips your hips pulling you into her so your body is flush against hers causing a gasp to slip out.

“I’m not doing anything, just admiring my girlfriend cook dinner,” you can her the smirk in her voice.

She kisses the back of your neck before resting her head back on your shoulder. It's becoming harder to concentrate as need pulses through you.

Emily lets out a chuckle as you almost drop the spoon you were using to stir the sauce when she bites at your sweet spot.

You could feel how wet you were getting, “Em, please.”

“Just keep cooking baby” she says against your neck, her hands slipping slightly under the waist band of your shorts.

Cooking pasta never requires that much attention but your mind was now completely preoccupied. One of Emily’s hands dipped into your underwear, her fingers tracing down your slit.

“You’re so wet for me,” she moaned biting at your ear.

You lean back against her, one hand gripping the edge of the stove the other grabbing Emily’s forearm. Her fingers lightly brush against your clit causing you to moan. Her fingers softly work at your clit, you try to move your hips, needing more, but Emily’s other hand has a firm grasp on you hip holding you in place.

Taking her hand out of your shorts, Emily brings her fingers up to her mouth sucking on them.

“so sweet” she moans.

Turning around in her arms to face her, you grab her neck pulling her in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips as your tongue traces her bottom lip.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Emily said in between kisses as she moved down your neck “its been distracting me all day.”

“Em, please” you say with a whine.

That was all it took for Emily to lift you up, your legs wrapping around her waist, before she sat you down on the counter away from the stove. Lips never leaving yours, her tongue slips in your mouth, while her hands knead at your ass. Moaning your rock your hips forward needing some kind of friction. Pulling away, Emily takes your shirt off, sucking and biting at your collarbones as she slides your bra straps down your arms before taking it off.

“Gorgeous,” she mutters, her hands tracing up your sides.

You nipples are hard under her gaze. One of Emily’s hands comes up to play with your nipple, softly teasing. You can’t hold back a moan as Emily’s mouth connects with your nippl,e her tongue swirling around it. Your hands find her hair as you arch into her touch. Emily’s hands run down your thighs, scratching gently before moving back up to your shorts. You lift your hips to help her get your shorts off, the cold air hitting your center causing you to shiver, goosebumps spreading across your skin. Emily grabs your hips again pulling you to the edge of the counter, her thumps stroke at your inner thighs making you clench around nothing.

“Look at you baby,” she says leaning back to look down at you, “already a mess for me.”

“Emily just touch me already,” you say, your body thrumming with need.

Emily arches an eyebrow at you moving her hands down you thighs, further away from where you need them. You huff in annoyance. Emily had worked you up and was taking her sweet time with you.

“Want to try that again baby girl?” Emily ask, her hands barely touching you now.

“Please touch me, I need you so bad,” you say with a pout.

“That’s better,” the blonde smirks at you.

Emily leans down pressing a kiss to your lower stomach as her hands move you legs apart even further allowing her full access to your core. You’re practically dripping and cant help the gasp that leaves your lips as she nips at your inner thigh. Emily knees down on the floor in front of you placing your legs on her shoulders.

The sight of Emily between your legs almost has you coming undone without her even really touching you yet. Her fingers scratch up your thighs before she grabs your hips holding you in place.

“god, I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing you like this” Emily says before licking up your slit.

Your fingers fist her hair trying to pull her closer, “Emily please.”

She gives in to your plea, her tongue finding you clit circling it before licking down to your entrance dipping her tongue in. You moan arching back as her nose brushes against your clit. Licking back up you, her tongue finds your clit again and you grind your hips into Emily’s face.

“Do you want my fingers baby?” the blonde ask, pulling away for a second.

“god, yes”

“Yes what?” Emily stops what she’s doing causing you to whine.

“Yes please.” You say and are rewarded with two of her fingers entering you.

Emily’s tongue goes back to your clit, this time with more pressure. Her fingers start off slow, building you up but the combination of her fingers pumping in and out of you as well as her tongue on your clit has you overcome with pleasure. Emilys free hand holds your hips still, keeping you close to her face. She picks up the speed of her fingers, thrusting into you hitting your g-spot with each thrust perfectly timed with her tongue. You feel your orgasm begin to build low in your stomach.

“I’m so close baby,” you manage to get out.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” Emily says, her fingers somehow increasing their pace.

Emily swirls her tongue around your clit, gently sucking. Her actions send you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you. Moans and Emilys name fill the kitchen as Emily works you through your orgasm. Your breathless as you come down, Emily licking up your juices, pressing the occasional kiss.

“You did so good baby,” Emily says as she gently takes your legs off her shoulders before standing.

You pull her into your body, wrapping your legs around her waist. Emily tucks some of your hair behind your ear before kissing your lips.

“The pasta,” you say, pulling back with a jolt.

You could smell the food burning, the scent burning your nose, Emily just laughs pulling you back to her.

“It’s okay baby, I just ate” she says with a wink.

Rolling your eyes you here her stomach growl. You look at her with one eyebrow arched.

“Okay so maybe we can just order food,” Emily offers.

“I like that idea,” you say pulling her back in for another kiss.

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towriteloveontheirarms · 10 months ago

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A simple wager (Sihtric Kjartanson x wife!Reader)

synopsis: Your husband has been away for far too long and his hair looks terrible so the two of you use this chance for a simple wager. Or at least you thought it would be simple.

warnings: pwp, seriously there is like no plot, oral (f recieving), kind of orgasm control if you squint, reader braiding Sihtric´s hair, afab reader

word count: 1.5k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @foxyanon

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Dividers by me

At first you had been confident nothing could go wrong with your plan. A simple wager proposed to your husband, whose hair desperately needed to be braided anew as the old braids were growing out quickly and who you were desperate to spend as much time with as possible while you had him home. Simple enough that you were sure to win. Had you not underestimated your husband's hunger for you and his ability to please you with even the smallest of touches. With the skirt of your dress flipped up you sit propped up against the pillows on top of the furs. Your legs are spread far enough for Sihtric to lay in between them. His arms snake around your thighs to pull you slightly closer, which has your hand that combs through his hair lightly pulling on the dark tresses and your breath shudder. You get barely enough time to part the first strand before he peppers kisses all over your inner thigh. Close to where you want him most and wandering closer steadily, but by far not close enough. Your husband’s hot breath fans over your already wet core, coaxing your legs to close a bit tighter around his head.

"Oh... Fuck..." Your hand movements halt and you bend forward with the moan that escapes your lips when the tip of his nose nudges the sensitive bundle of nerves atop your cunt.

"Are you giving up already? I thought you said you could do this…” Sihtric teases and as if to emphasize his point flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your needy hole.

“I am very able to do this. I will do it.” You protest, but the whine that follows absolutely contradicts the sentiment.

The vibrations of his low laughter have you squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe through the burning sensation that tingles throughout all your nervous system. However, even that deep breath is accompanied by an almost pitiful moan.

“Gods, you have not a single clue how much I have missed you…” He pushes his face as deep into your folds as he can to fuck your tight channel with his tongue.

“Shit, I believe I am getting an idea.” You giggle and take another deep breath, concentrating on the braiding so that it is as neat and close to his scalp as possible. Whenever you accidentally pull on a strand due to a flash of pleasure at what was being done to you.

You need multiple breaks and are on the verge of tapping out multiple times, but eventually you manage to cuff the braid with one of the small metal beads by your side. As soon as you do so, Sihtric closes his lips around your pearl to suck on it directly.

At the action your hand stops and trembles while trying to part another strand of dark hair off. “Aaahhhh… Damn it…” The high-pitched moan that he elicits from you, makes your husband smile against your cunt as he begins sucking the slightest bit stronger.

“Are you still not giving up, love?” He mumbles so close to your skin that you could feel them move against it. Immediately he gets shut up by your cunt chasing the stimulation only he could bring. Stimulation much needed and yearned for, chased even when picked up again by dragging your core along the lower half of his face, wetting it with your juices in the process.

“No way. I… I said I am able to do this so I will be d-doing it…” You mumble through a bitten lower lip. “Simply do not stop. Please.”

“Hm, as you wish…” Sihtric muses behind a handsome half smile that made your heart beat out of your chest as if it wasn't ready to do so already with the way he ate you out so passionately as if it was giving him even greater pleasure than it does you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The string of curses gets released under your breath, while you do your best at not losing your mind.

As calmly and collected as possible, you tell yourself in your mind to take it slow. Even if your fingers threaten to lose grip of the hair multiple times or struggle to pick up a new strand, somehow you manage to cross the sections of soft, dark hair over another in the according order. All the while Sihtric´s tongue drives you crazy by swirling around your pearl. Filling the room with the most lewd and wet sounds possible. Meanwhile the bed shifts underneath you as he shifts his position so one of his hands could comfortably come up to play with your dripping hole. At first it is only one finger dragging against your velvety walls like it is mapping you out after being away for too long. Hitting all the sweet spots and getting you to pull on his hair to keep yourself grounded.

When your husband adds a second finger, your back arches away from the pillows and your eyebrows knit together tightly.

“All this time and you are still so fucking tight for me.” The hissed praise only added to the heat between the two of you and inside your body. “You are doing so well for me.”

By the pull on his scalp Sihtric knows you are almost done and the clenching walls around his fingers signals that you are close to climaxing. And he is still determined to make you lose the challenge. So, it comes to no surprise though a bit of a shock when a third finger gets pushed inside of you. The long digits get pumped in and out at a bruising pace, curling to expertly bullying your sweet spot over and over again.

"I am so close…” You whimper helplessly. Your hips writhing against Sihtric´s face with a mind of their own as your brain fights off the fog that tries to take it over.

Your breathing had began wracking your chest there was no way it would help you calm down anymore. Your fingers fumble with the small braid, dropping the metal cuff multiple times before you manage to get it into his hair and closing it up successfully. Immediately your hand threads into the hair at the back of Sihtric´s head to pull him closer. Eager on finally having that knot in your lower stomach burst and let the peak of pleasure wash over you. However, your husband pulls away once more, right before you can reach that relief.

"Please." The plea comes in a protesting whimper immediately after the loss of contact. Your eyes searching for his desperately.

"Please what? Use your words my love." He reprimands you in the gentlest tone of voice.

“I told you I could do it. I won, so please do not stop. I need this release so badly.” Your lower body half writhes and wiggles to get back his attention. Instead Sihtric lets out a laugh. A low rumble, deep in his muscly chest, that never failed to make the juices drip down your thighs.

“I suppose you did…” He sighs teasingly and captures your half lidded, wet eyes with his dark, loving ones. “How do you wish to finish, love?”

“On your tongue… Please make me come undone on your tongue.” You cry out and a small tear of neediness escapes from the corner of one eye.

For a split second Sihtric´s gaze softens at the sight of how affected you are.

“How could I ever refuse such a sweet plea?” He growls with another smile and wipes the tear away.

The sweet gesture has you gasping as he begins fucking you with renewed vigour. His lips and tongue sucked on and toyed with your sensitive pearl expertly and the pace at which his fingers thrust into you, was both perfectly in sync and relentless. Your nails rake across his scalp and dig into his skin, leaving red streaks all over his biceps and making him moan against your flesh to spurn you on and derail your mind even further.

“You taste so divine. How could I ever go without a taste of your nectar for so long?” His question is being mumbled against you. This time muffled by his inability to part from you any longer.

The moans and whimpers from your lungs turn into screams that would be very well heard from the streets. There was not a care in the world for how sore your throat would become, the knot in your tummy coiled impossibly tight and then finally exploded. Leaving your whole body shaking like an earthquake. Patiently, Sihtric lets you ride out the peak, slurping up all your juices like a man starved until the shaking had calmed to a small tremor and you push him away in overstimulation. Only then does he crawl on top of you to give you a taste of yourself, which you gladly and with panting breath accept. Your state gives you great struggle to keep up with the kiss.

“Now, get ready for something even better than that.” It is by all means a warning and a promise that passes Sihtric´s lips as he practically rips the clothes of his body to line up his large cock with your dripping channel.

#sihtric tlk #sihtric #sihtric kjartanson #sihtric x reader #sihtric kjartanson x reader #sihtric x you #sihtric kjartanson x you #the last kingdom #tlk #the last kingdom fanfic #tlk fanfic

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forgot-how-catflap-works · 4 months ago

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Hot take: Sisyphys got a sweet deal

We must imagine Sisyphus happy, according to existentialist philosopher Albert Camus. It’s one of his hottest and most widely known takes. The idea that when confronted with the meaninglessness of his existence, condemned for all eternity to push a boulder up a mountain only for it to roll back down, dear old Sisyphus may find contentment. What other choice does he have after all?

(Showing my age here with the rage face meme and will not apologise #MillenialPride)

The assertion is that we mortals are faced with a similar conundrum. Life is unpredictable, chaotic, and frequently terrifying. With nothing but the infinite void to look forward to, how are we to spend our days? Either we embrace religion and pray for eternal salvation, skip the queue to the void by killing ourselves because it doesn’t make any difference in the end, or laugh at the absurdity of it all and find joy in the simple act of being here. It is up to us to create our own meaning.

On my good days this notion provides me a lot of comfort, and links in nicely with the zen buddhist idea that this moment is the only thing we truly have. So the take home is to embrace it, and live fully for the moment. It’s all very Dead Poets Society or, if you’re like me and have never seen that film, the B plot in Season 1, Episode 3 of Community. In the immortal words of Professor Whitman, “Seize the day Jeff, for real. Go running naked in a hailstorm, kiss a girl in the middle of the day, fly a kite but do it for yourself! Or you wot just fail my class, you’ll fail life.”

On my bad days however, I’m just salty about it. Suddenly the pressure to create my own meaning in the limited time I have becomes crippling to the point of paralysis. Every moment not spent living my best life is a moment wasted. I move steadily towards the grave, the years ahead steadily becoming fewer than those behind. What have I achieved with these dwindling hours, these precious days in which I am burdened to create my own meaning? I’ll tell you what I’ve done; play RuneScape and be depressed.

The problem with transferring this thinking from Sisyphus to a human living under late stage capitalism in the 21st century, is that Sisyphys didn’t have to go to a fucking job everyday. All he had to do was push a boulder! All day! Piece of piss mate.

What I wouldn’t give to just push a boulder all day. No laundry, no dishes, no reletenlessly targeted advertising and no more fucking work emails or meetings. I bet Sisyphys never once had a melon-related panic attack in the fruit aisle of Aldi. On top of that, pushing a massive boulder to the top of a mountain is an incredible workout. Right now I have to drive nearly 30 minutes to go and sweat in a leisure centre while strangers grunt in my periphery. Give me the boulder any day. I want that head empty, no thoughts, brain scampled egg life baby. Release me from the curse of my own self-awareness.

Okay, I get it that Albert Camu grew up in poverty, survived tuberculosis, and lived through the Second World War. I readily admit that my “melon crisis” doesn’t stack up in comparison. All I’m saying is, it’s pretty easy to imagine someone happy when they are free from the mountains of bullshit that besiege us every single day. I am completely overwhelmed by the mere act of existing under capitalism. The sheer number of decisions I have to make every single day just to get from one end to the next breaks my autistic brain. I can’t handle it, didn’t ask for it, and I certainly don’t want it. But surely we could do literally anything else?

I know it’s sort of laughable to say, “Let’s all go back to a simple, agrarian existence where we live off the land and chill by a waterfall smoking phat blunts.” Like, obviously that sounds a thousand times better than what we’re doing now, but short of a catastrophic societal collapse and then thousands of years of recovery, that’s not going to happen. Did you know it (sort of) takes six months and over $1,500 dollars to make a single chicken sandwich from scratch? Sustaining a single human life requires an incredible amount of work.

There are so many of us, and we’re so connected and interdependent on each other as a species. No organism on the planet comes close to what we have built for ourselves and it is an amazing feat by every conceivable metric. But what is it all for? Have we ever once as a civilisation stopped and asked ourselves why we’re doing any of this?

For whatever reason, we are apparently limited in our conception of all that remains possible. A civilisation disjointed and misaligned, adrift on this rock hurtling through space at mind boggling speeds, confronted with the meaninglessness of it all and refusing to collectively acknowledge it for even a moment.

It’s like we’re still locked in that primordial stage of evolution, where we must accrue resources to survive the harsh winter and outlive our rivals. When we predominantly existed as smaller bands or tribes, that made a lot of sense. But now we are a single connected superorganism, our sense of competition is squarely in opposition to our sense of collaboration.

We broadly recognise the need to collaborate in tackling existential threats like climate change, yet our primal competitiveness sees us knee jerking our way back towards fascism. It’s like we’ve gone to the doctor about a backache and they prescribed a dozen hungry tigers to be administered immediately. We’re still acting as though there is not enough to go around, when there is in fact plenty; it has just been misallocated. I am left always wondering why? What do we have to gain from eating ourselves alive?

I cannot help but think it comes from a petulant refusal to collectively acknowledge the void. We struggle desperately for meaning, to leave a legacy, but forget that it is impossible. Even those who live on in infamy after their death will one day perish from the collective consciousness. Our sun will die, all heat will fade from the universe until it is nothing but a barren, lifeless waste. No tower you build or lineage you foster will outlast that. Yet we sit watching helplessly as oligarchs and plutocrats rail against their own mortality to catastrophic and destructive consequences for the rest of us. I suppose in the long run, that doesn’t really matter though does it?

We have made a home for ourselves in the belly of a vast, insatiable beast. A beast so hungry for our blood and labour that it stifles anything that cannot be effectively comodified. How are we to find happiness and peace under such conditions? It is simply not a priority.

To quote folk punk band AJJ:

This is no exaggeration, we're living in a death machine

And no, it's not just your imagination

You've been living in a death machine

Some of us are passengers, and some of us are driving

Almost everybody's getting bled to death to keep the motor running

Sisyhus at least is free from its roiling guts, and in that freedom it is not difficult to imagine him happy. For the rest of us, it takes a little more effort and a lot more work.

#existential dread #existential thoughts #existential crisis #philosophy #anti capitalist #anti capitalism #late stage capitalism #creative writing #screaming into the void #brain scrampled egg

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year ago

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Risk It All (24) - TORN

Genre: Chishiya X fem reader | violence | smut

Warning: this chapter contains smit - fingering, nipple play and some Dom/Sub themes.

A/N: this is the last “happy” chapter it picks up from here leading to the final game, im so excited to have it reverse a little and have Chishiya being the one in a compromised position. It’s time for YN to shine. There’s not much plot to this chapter, but it is essential for moving the story along.

Ch. 23| Masterlist | ch.25

Chishiya had let you stay pressed against his body, only moving you both to the bed at some point, for the duration of your sleep. The sky was still dark when you woke up, head resting against Chishiya's stomach as he sat up reading a book.

“How do you read in the dark?”

He tutted, closing the book. “With my eyes.”

“Will you play with my hair?” You grumbled, still too wrapped up in the embers of sleep to fully understand your own request. You pouted at the long wait, snuggling into him further as his fingers came to brush your hair out of your face.

His movements were awkward, unfamiliar to him as his hand was stiff but still you revelled in it. Enjoying the touch, the affection you’d craved for so long. “You ask too much of me.”

That caught your attention, you snapped your head up, sliding to move away from him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Stop.” His words were firm, with a hint of dominance to them, you looked at him unmoving. “I didn’t say move, I said you ask too much of me.”

“Oh.” You chewed your lip, confused at what to do next. You figured it would be best not to push it so you settled for laying next to him rather than on him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice strained.

“I- will-“ you gestured to your position on the bed, clearly you were lying down. “What do you think.”

“I didn’t tell you to move.” He says again and you slowly catch on, heat rushing to your cheeks as you shift to lay back on him, the same way you were minutes before. “You don’t listen well.”

“I never had to listen to others. Besides you aren’t exactly the most eager to explain.” You snort. “Not all of us operate on a 5 word basis.”

“Wow, you don’t listen and you talk too much.” You can practically hear his eyes rolling.

“Did you just wow me?” You laughed, unable to not think about the irony of someone like Chishiya saying wow. “Say it again.”

“You’re so annoying.” He sighs, pulling you to sit up. “Stop talking.”

“Say wow again and I will. You’re so sassy.” You joked, you saw him clench his jaw at that and for some reason, you could stop pushing. “Come on sassy pants.”

“Do you want me to lock you outside?” He deadpans, his lips in a tight line. “You’re impossible.”

“For someone so scary you sure as hell are afraid of a simpl-“ your words were cut off as he lunged forwards, lips colliding with yours. You fall backwards, the bed softening your fall. His hands instantly find your wrists, pinning them to your sides as he continues to kiss you. You try and fight back against him, not because you want him to stop but because you want control, You try to push your tongue against his, wanting to be the one to lead the kiss but your attempts are futile as he pulls back a little and bites your lip. “Whatever you’re doing, stop it. Stop talking, stop thinking.” He rasped out, and the tone of his voice made your legs go weak, You took a breath nodding.

He finally kisses you again after what feels like an eternity. This time you go plaint under his touch, happily accepting the kisses he divulges to you. Your lungs are begging for oxygen, your throat burning but you don’t push him away, much to your embarrassment you whine a little as he pulls away.

You can’t stop the smile that tugs at your lips as he chuckles, shushing you. “Don’t be a baby.”

“You-“ your head is hazy, a feeling you’d never felt before. You probably wouldn’t voice it aloud but you enjoying Chishiya being that way, being a little controlling. “More.”

He shakes his head, sitting back on the back. “If we do more it will lead to something else.”

“Okay.” You say before really processing what he means.

He raises his eyebrows, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Stop talking before you think about things. There’s no rush.”

“But I want to.” You protest. Pushing yourself up so you’re sitting cross-legged opposite him. “Do you?”

“Not if you fight for control again.” He shrugs, something about the way he looks unbothered encourages the thrum of excitement underneath your skin.

“I won’t.” You promise, holding out your pinkie. “I swear it.”

“You and your promises. One day they are going to land you in trouble.” He tuts, you lay back, still able to see him even though he’s a little further back.

“Are you going to kiss me or are you just going to sit there?” You teased, reaching a hand out to him. “I’m getting bored.”

“Patience.” He leans down, his frame towering over you. “You’re always too doing things too fast, rushing.” Despite how harsh the words could sound they simply don’t, the smirk on his face only confirms he’s playing with you.

You can feel his breath against your lips as he lowers himself to you, within reach but still far enough that you have to lift your head to kiss him. The second your lips graze his , he pulls back a little further. “Chish-“

“I told you to stop rushing.” He chides, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “What happened to your promise hm?”

“I-I am, I do promise I just want you to kiss me.” You can’t help but pout, he was being mean.

He let out a breathy laugh at that. “Close your eyes.”

You follow through instantly. You feel him move his hand over your hip, trailing the outside of your shirt before resting against your jaw. The touch disappears but you don’t panic as his lips come into contact with yours, this time you let him take the lead, kissing him back softly.

It goes on like that for a minute or so before he presses his body against you. Pulling away from your lips to trail kisses down your jaw to your shoulder. “How do you feel?” He asks, breathless.

You feel dazed as you look at him, you can just about muster a nod. “More?”

“More what?” He asks, his hand gently caressing your face. “Tell me.”

“Want more of you, with you.” You explain, your tongue feeling too heavy to move. “Now.”

He shuffles on the bed and ends up sitting with his back against the headboard. “Come here.”

You crawl over to him, sitting beside him for a second before he pulls you into his lap, leaving you straddling him. “There, much better.” He hymns to himself.

He kisses you again, this time with more force, his hand gripping the back of your neck, his fingers slightly entangled in your hair. “Desperate.”

You didn’t even realise you’d begun to grind down on his thigh, you looked down in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Is it making you feel good?” He whispers the question as he ticks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You look up at him through your lashes before nodding.

“Then don’t stop.” He shrugs, tensing his thigh underneath you.

You gasped at the light friction and found yourself being pulled back against him. This time his mouth latching onto your neck, you moaned at the suckling on the sensitive skin and you ground down, this time with a purpose. “S’ good.”

You knew he would be leaving a trail of marks along your neck but you didn’t mind, not as you felt your pussy slick up against his thigh. Before you could get too caught up Chishiya flipped you both over. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fingers..” you whined. “Want your fingers.”

“Still demanding.” He scolded, eyebrow cocked. “Is that how you ask?”

“Please?” You pouted at him, just wanting him all over you. “I want to feel you.”

“That’s good.” He smirks before pulling your shorts down, you lift yourself up from the bed just enough to allow him to slip the item off.

He brought his fingers to your mouth and without any prompting you parted your lips, letting the digits slip inside. You coat them in saliva, working your tongue around them. Chishiya watches with hooded eyes before clearing his through. “Enough.”

You instantly let your jaw go slack, his fingers trailing down your body before slipping between the folds of your pussy. You bite your lip stifling a moan.

Chishiya tuts at that. “Let me hear you.”

His fingers slide inside and this time you let out a deep moan, the sound echoing off the walls. “Fuck, faster.”

He doesn’t give you enough time to finish your sentence before thrusting his finger up, curling them around to graze over your gspot. “Such a demanding little thing but when my fingers are inside of you all you can do is whine and curse, adorable.”

“I-wa-want.” You didn’t even know what you were asking for, his free slipped under your shirt, his fingers pinching at your nipples. Pleasure surrounded you, a pressure began building in your stomach. You lazily lifted your shirt over your tits, pulling your bra up with it.

Without a single word from you Chishiya began sucking on the sensitive bud. His thumb brushed over your clit and that was enough to send you tumbling over the edge into the cloud your orgasm brought you. Chishiya kept pumping his fingers into you through it, even as your moans turned into desperate whines. “Such a good girl.”

“T-Thankyou.” You stuttered.

He nodded, smiling at you. “Just take a breath, stay here, I'll get you some water.”

“But I thought you said-“You stumbled over your words, eyes wide as you watched him climb off the bed. on “You don’t want to?” Although it may have been a stupid thought you still felt sad by it, disappointed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” He shakes his head as he hovers in the doorway. “We don’t know how this world works and we don’t have condoms. I wouldn’t rule out the possibility of pregnancy being achievable. I’ve got to do a grocery run later so I’ll see what I can find.”

That made sense. “Oh…okay.”

“Relax.” He chuckles, his footsteps quietening as he walks to grab some water. He returns shortly after handing you a small cup. “How do you feel?”

You felt…strange. Not sad but you wanted to be wrapped up in a blanket and , hugged. “Okay.” You lied.

He stood from the bed, walking over to the pile of clean clothes on the shelf handing you both underwear and a pair of his sweatpants. “Get dressed, I’ll read to you.”

You smiled at that, happy that he cared enough to make sure you were okay. “Thank you.”

“You lied when you said you were okay, Don’t do that again.” He’s firm and you can’t disagree.

You feel slightly disappointed with yourself that you messed up such a good moment.“Sorry.”

He huffs, grabbing your wrist. Forcing you to look at him. “What did you do wrong?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“You’re apologising, so you’ve done something wrong. What is it?” He asked, expectantly.

You frown. “Nothing just.. I should have been honest.”

“You should have, you weren’t, next time you will be.” He doesn’t sound angry or upset and you find comfort in that.

“Okay. Next time I will.” You agree, hopefully, he will be just as honest.

The rest of the day passes quickly, Chishiya heats up a tin of soup for you to share before checking your wounds, declaring them okay, and then he sticks to his word- reading to you with you both snuggled underneath the covers.

He was touchy, much more so than usual but you didn’t comment on it, afraid that if you did it would stop. If he wasn’t rubbing your back he was playing with your hair, every now and again he would lean over and place a kiss on the back of your head. You marvelled at the touches, feeling truly safe and content for the first time since this whole thing started.

Soon enough the sun began to set and Chishiya declared he was going to go and find some groceries. You pleaded to go with him but he denied it, although your arm was getting better it wasn’t entirely there and he didn’t want to risk it.

You decided you’d spend the time making dinner, as nice as you could. You found some canned meat and vegetables in the cupboard along with a single bag of noodles. It would all do to put together a simple meal.

You got to work, boiling the water for the noodles, chopping up and frying the tinned meat and heating up the mixed vegetables.

You left it all to sit on the camping stove, wanting to keep it warm for his return.

You were just about to settle down and prepare some board games for you to enjoy after dinner when the door slammed open.

“Yn!” Chishiya pants, falling in the door, the overpacked backpack dropping with a thud.

“What- oh my god!” You scream, rushing over. You fall beside him, eyes wide at the open gash on his abdomen. “What the fuck happened!”

“I was getting food. Someone - fuck.” He hissed hands cupping the wound. “I need you to clean it up and stitch it.”

“I can’t-“Physically you can’t.

“I’ll die if you don’t. I’ll lose too much blood.” He chokes out, his breath shallow.

You took a steadying breath, you could do this. “How, what do I do.”

“Need you to” he bites his lip trying to quieten the sounds of his pain. “Get the first aid and alcohol. I’ll tell you from there.”

You scramble your way to the small cupboard bag that holds the items Chishiya listed. Your hands were trembling so you took a quick, deep breath, steadying yourself.

He had healed you countless times, now you’d do the same for him, the only difference?

You didn’t know how to save a life.

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garbinge · 2 years ago

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The Long Game

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Day 29 these April Prompts: “Deep Breaths”

Summary: You contemplated (overthink) the news you have to tell Din as he walks you home.

A/N: This is the start of a larger multi-chap (a theme I have LOL) not sure when I’ll get to posting more parts. I also haven’t watched s3 yet (I know I know, I’m waiting for my partner to catch up on Boba Fett so we can watch together!!!) but this is a little AU from the canon plot anyways. Also in this fic, the Mandalorian code has some stuff about marriage and love in it. Just to add some dramatic effect. First time writing for Din, I hope to get more comfortable as I write more!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of pregnancy, anxiety/panic attack, overthinking, stress.

Mando Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

Your nerves were starting to manifest into bile in your throat. You stared at the back of the helmet of the man you had been sleeping with for, well, years at this point, and yet you were nervous.

“Din.” You said at a mumble, part of you hoping maybe he didn’t hear you and you could call this an attempt and try again tomorrow.

“Yea?” He turned to look at you. Now his visor was staring directly at you, and even though his eyes weren’t visible you felt them burning into your own.

It was a scene that was familiar to you, you'd pretty much seen it everyday, and when he was away on a bounty hunt, it was something you truthfully missed. The dark sky with bright stars, the low lighting of the town since everything had closed and the cantina was usually one of the last things to shut down every night here in Nevarro. But the vision of him standing there to walk you home was comforting, or at least, it had been before you had news to share with him.

“Walkin’ me home?” You took a deep breath, the first of many, and stepped towards him, not letting your eyes move from where you assumed his were.

“Of course.” His helmet rasped. You weren’t sure if the helmet altered his voice to sound like that or if that was just how he spoke since he’d never taken it off in front of you. Honoring his code despite the situation you two had. That’s when you started to spiral in your head. You never even saw this man’s face. You were lucky to have his bare hands touch you, in intimate situations as well as not. You knew his full name, but that was after months of him visiting you on Tatooine. Suddenly, the bile that had settled for a moment was rising, the thought that you might not really have known this man was eating at you and you were getting overwhelmed. Breathing was becoming hard, your chest felt like there was a bantha sitting on you. But something cut through the noise.

“Take a deep breath, what’s going on?”

Din was now standing in front of you, and his gloved hands were lightly touching your shoulders, in an attempt to ground you without being too forceful. It was something you never told him calmed you but just something he picked up on from knowing you. Right, knowing you. Din knew you. You knew Din. You might not have known his face but you knew him. His intentions. His life. His personality.

You inhaled and let your shoulders rise, his hands not removing themselves as you did.

“I’m good.” You kept your reply simple as you nodded your head forward to show you wanted to start walking.

He didn’t question any more, his hands dropped and he walked alongside of you on the path that began your journey home. Another amazing thing about Din, he didn’t push.

“Do you remember when we first met?” You looked up at the sky almost like you could envision that moment entirely right there.

A chuckle left Din’s helmet. “Do I?” His boots crunched on the pavement as he walked. “I have a permanent scar to remember it forever.”

“Sorry.” You smiled and looked over at him. “You're my best friend, you know?” You said after a long pause.

“We’ve known each other for a long time.” Din agreed in his own way.

It was funny, because he was right. You did know each other for a really long time. But yet, you never established any definition of the relationship you had. He visited you frequently on Tatooine when he was there for work. He brought you with him to Nevarro when your house burned down on Tatooine, he walked you home every night, you two started fooling around somewhere in the midst of all that and you never established any ground rules or titles, except you hid the intimacy from everyone. You understood the Mandalorian code, and you knew how much Din honored that. You didn’t argue it because well, it's part of what made him, him.

In the years you’ve known Din and been sleeping with him, he’d gone away on hunts and he never questioned what you did when he was gone or vice versa. You picked up business as usual when he came back. You never did anything, although you did flirt with people at the bar, even when he was back, it was how you made a decent living and you thought he knew that but as the news you had to share with him right now mulled in your head you started to wonder if he truly did.

Maybe he did keep warm bodies around when he was away. Maybe even more than that, and this was just what it was, friends with benefits. But could you even call it that? Friends? Benefits? Especially now? Then you remembered you just called him your best friend. Probably for the first time, or was it? Why was it such a big deal you hide whatever this was from everyone? They knew you two hung out? Oh, right, Mandalorian code, that calmed you down for a minute, but then the next thought funneled in. Well, there had to be a work around with that? He couldn’t have been the first Mandalorian to fall in love? Fall in love? Who were you kidding, you didn’t even know if calling him your best friend was appropriate and now you’re assuming he’s in love? Maybe you thought that because YOU felt that. Holy shit, were you in love with a Mandalorian? Your next thought shook you to your core. Not just a Mandalorian but YOUR Mando. Your Mando? Again the man who you couldn’t even call your best friend without going into an overthinking spiral? Your stomach turned. There it was that bile again. Making its way up your throat.

“I have to tell you something.” You blurted out, getting overwhelmed by your own thoughts.

Din said nothing and stared at you waiting for you to say something.

You stared at him, and for some reason, pushed all your thoughts aside. It was what you did every time you spent time with him, it was what you did to put you in this situation so it would have to work to let it out. You took one last deep breath before speaking.

“I’m pregnant.”

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orionsstory · 6 months ago

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Grandekofi | Vampire AU

SHE'S HERE !!! Been in the works for several months but she's here !! There's no like. super structured plot these are just gonna be a fun collection of one-shots that I'll update periodically lol -

The club's music blared and the lights bathed the partygoers in hues of purple, the mass of people dancing in the middle all seeming to blend together as they moved to the rhythm. Everyone except one person. She stood out amongst the crowd, her tall stature and modelesque features seemed to draw in everyone around her, Tia included.

However, unlike the others, she had never found the courage to approach the woman. Tia cursed her anxiousness, having to watch her from afar night after night. She first came a few months ago, catching Tia's attention from the moment she walked through the door.

She didn't know her name, but she knew that she seemed to come to the club twice a month, always leaving with someone around 2 am. Maybe it was a bit ridiculous for her to have a crush on someone she'd never met, who'd never even looked in her direction, but Tia couldn't help herself. She found herself staring at the woman, even looking forward to seeing her every other Friday night.

"Why don't you just talk to her?"

A voice drew Tia out of her thoughts, turning her attention to the source.

"Huh?"

"I said why don't you go talk to her? It's obvious you like her, you gawk at her every time we come in." Hannah continued, "It can't hurt to try! Put yourself out there!"

"No, no way..." Tia shook her head, "She's never even looked at me Han, and what would I even say?"

"Something like...'Hi, my name is Tia Kofi, I think you're hot, do you want to make out in the bathroom?' It's simple!"

Tia flushed at Hannah's remark, rolling her eyes as her friend cackled beside her. "Real funny, I'm sure that'll work and not just scare her off." She shook her head and laughed. "Let's just go get some drinks, I need some after this week."

As she and Hannah turned towards the bar, she could have sworn she saw the mysterious woman looking at her. But that must have just been her imagination, right?

Tia was having a blast. Choriza and her sister Arantxa had joined the two, which kept her distracted for most of the night. From learning Spanish with Arantxa to listening to Choriza's stories, Tia found herself getting lost in the conversation around her. Time just seemed to fly by as it soon became midnight. She didn't think this night could get any better- until Arantxa tapped her on the arm.

"That girl over there keeps looking at you~"

Arantxa gestured towards the sea of people on the dance floor, giggling as Tia looked to where she was vaguely pointing.

She chuckled, "Who? You're gonna have to be more specific, there's like a million people here."

"That one, the tall one! Look!" Arantxa pointed towards a corner of the club, where none other than the beautiful tall woman stood. Tia's face grew bright red as she realized the other woman was watching her, causing her to freeze. The woman winked at her, making her heart beat even faster.

The others seemed to notice as well.

"Tia! Go talk to her!" Chroiza urged, followed by a chorus of agreement from the other girls.

She felt her face go red, stuttering out "What should I say? Do I just approach her?"

"Yes, just be yourself! Go on, go on! If it goes horribly wrong, we'll buy you a drink to cheer you up~" Arantxa urged, pushing Tia out of the booth.

"Gee thanks, really encouraging guys." She rolled her eyes at the group before taking a second to collect her thoughts. She took a deep breath before she began to make her way over to the crowd.

She waded through the crowd of people, trying to keep her eyes on the woman. The lights filled her vision with purples and pinks, strangers coming in and out of focus as she strained to keep an eye on the mysterious stranger. All of a sudden, her concentration was interrupted when she bumped into a man, she quickly apologized and pushed her way out of the crowd, having lost sight of the tall girl.

"Fuck." Tia groaned, mentally cursing herself as she looked around surveying each person near her, yet the woman was nowhere to be seen. She had only looked away for a second, how could she disappear so quickly? Tia let out a sigh as she pushed her way out of the crowd and slumped against the wall, hoping she'd spot her again soon.

"Looking for someone, chérie?"

Tia jumped in surprise, looking at the person who had just appeared next to her. The woman was just a bit taller than herself, with long pale blonde hair down to her hips. She had a thick French accent and the physique of a model. She was the most gorgeous thing Tia had ever seen.

Tia softly laughed, "You, actually."

The woman smirked, "I was hoping you'd say that. I've seen you looking at me, you know."

She flushed, "It's hard not to, you're stunning."

"I could say the same about you," she ran her eyes up and down Tia's body, "what's your name?"

"Tia, yours?"

"La Grande Dame, but just call me Dame."

"Dame...I take it you're French?"

Dame smirked, "Oui. Born in Nice, just off the Coast. I moved to London a few months ago."

"How do you like it so far?"

"It's nice, lots of beautiful women." Dame winked at her, causing Tia to giggle as she swept a strand of her hair behind her ear. She could see Dame eyeing her, licking her lips. She took a deep breath and decided to take Arantxa's advice.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

Dame was certainly a much better dancer than Tia, but luckily for her Dame found it charming. Tia eventually found a sense of rhythm, letting Dame take the lead and allowing herself to loosen up. She was enjoying herself, swaying her hips in time to the music and leaning into Dame's touch. The butterflies in her stomach only seemed to intensify as Dame ran her hands up Tia's body, resting them on her waist as she pulled her closer.

Tia ran her hand through Dame's blonde hair, hesitating for a moment before she pulled her into a kiss. At that moment, everyone else in the club seemed to disappear. Dame tasted like chocolate, Tia was hooked on the other girl and didn't want to let go. Dame's hands gently cradled her face, sending Tia's heart into a frenzy.

"Want to get out of here? My apartment isn't far."

"Please. I just need to tell my friends I'm leaving before they worry."

Dame nodded, "I'll be waiting by the door when you're done chérie."

Tia practically flew over to her friend's table, downing a shot.

"Arantxa's going to be pissed when she gets back," Choriza laughed as she sipped her own drink, "What're you doing here? Weren't you talking to that one woman?"

"She's taking me home, I needed a shot for courage. Tell Arantxa I'll buy her another when we go out next time." Tia rambled, unable to hide the smile that was creeping onto her face.

Hannah and Chroiza teased her as she quickly gathered her stuff before saying goodbye to the girls, rushing to meet Dame at the door.

"Ready to go?"

Tia nodded, taking Dame's hand in hers as the other girl led her out of the club.

Dame shut the door to her apartment and pushed Tia up against the wall, kissing her hungrily. Her hands roughly grabbed her hips, Tia throwing her arms around Dame's neck as she deepened the kiss. Their bodies seemed to move in harmony, Dame's hands ghosting up Tia's body as they broke apart for air.

"You're so pretty, Tia..." Dame mumbled as she kissed down Tia's neck, making her eyes flutter shut. "...which is why I'm sorry about this. Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a moment."

Tia looked at her in confusion, catching a glimpse of what looked like...fangs? Before she could process what was happening, she felt a pinch in the side of her neck. She stumbled, grabbing onto Dame to steady herself as she felt herself growing dizzy and her vision blurring.

"Sweet dreams, mon amour~" Dame purred, as Tia watched a red liquid drip from her mouth. That was the last thing she remembered before passing out.

Tia groggily opened her eyes, slowly blinking as the world came into focus around her. She sat up slowly, rubbing the sore spot on her neck. 'What happened last night?' She thought, taking in her surroundings. The room she was in was elegant, filled with gorgeous paintings and furniture- a far cry from Tia's cramped bedroom filled with posters. She slowly rose off the bed, picking up her heels which had been neatly placed on the floor beside the bed.

In her mind, a blurry memory appears...it's Dame, flashing a pair of pearly white fangs as she bites Tia's neck. She brushes it off as a weird dream, quietly opening the door of the bedroom and creeping into the hall. She didn't know if Dame had abandoned her or was elsewhere in the apartment, but Tia figured leaving as quietly as possible was the best option.

She made her way into the living room, where she could see Dame in the kitchen. "Ah, good! You're awake! I was starting to worry you wouldn't wake before I left...how do you feel?" Dame calls out from the kitchen, stopping Tia in her tracks.

"Uh...a bit lightheaded, I guess. How'd you know I was awake?"

Dame shrugged, "I've got good hearing. Here, come eat. You'll feel better after."

She placed a plate of food on the island in front of her, beckoning Tia forward. She reluctantly approached, usually, her hookups didn't invite her for breakfast, but who was she to question Dame's kindness? She took a seat at the counter, her gaze shifting from the dark countertop to the woman in front of her.

"So...I had this crazy dream," Tia started, poking at the eggs in front of her, "I dreamt that you were a vampire and drank my blood, crazy right? I must've been really out of it last night."

Dame leaned against the counter, "It wasn't a dream, chérie." She flashed a smile at Tia, which allowed her to see the sharp fangs in her mouth. Tia froze, her mind racing with the information she had just been presented.

"Oh. Uh, are you usually this nice with your...uhm..." Tia struggled to think of the word, "...meals? V-victims? I don't know."

"No. I usually drain them completely."

Tia stared intensely at the eggs on her plate, unable to think of what to say next, only able to mutter out a small "oh." Could she ask a vampire why she didn't kill her? Would that make her want to kill her?

'If she wanted to kill me, I don't think she would've fed me breakfast...' she rationalized to herself, however, the pit in her stomach made her wary.

Luckily, Dame seemed to know what she was thinking.

"Don't worry, I don't plan on killing you. I think you're cute." Tia flushed bright pink at that. "But, killing people every time I need to feed is becoming...inconvenient," she mused, "...which is why I want to drink from one person for a while, specifically you."

"Why me?"

Dame hummed, "I've seen you watching me every time I'm in Heaven, I guess I grew fond of you over time- you and your little friend group are very endearing."

Tia stuttered as she struggled to reply.

"D-Do I have a choice in this?"

Being a vampire's personal blood bank was not at the top of Tia's wishes and desires, and in fact, it was nowhere close to being anywhere on her list. The aching in her neck was a painful reminder of that fact, but it seemed like she may not even have a choice in this scenario.

The vampire shrugged, "You could always say no, and I'll respect that, but I can make it worth your while. I'll make sure you recover well and pay you handsomely."

Tia perked up more at the mention of pay- some money on the side wouldn't be too bad, would it? She had been wanting to save up to move out of her shitty flat, but her office job wasn't really cutting it. Maybe the whole 'personal blood bank' to a hot vampire would be more appealing than she first thought, but she still had some reservations.

"How often would you need me?"

"Just twice a month, you'll come over in the evenings and I'll send you home the next morning. There may be some exceptions, but I'll let you know beforehand."

"Is it always going to hurt this badly?"

"Probably," Dame began, causing Tia to groan, "...but you might get used to it the longer we go on. I'm not really sure, I haven't drunk from one person long enough to know."

"This isn't going to have like...serious effects on my health, is it?"

"No, as long as you properly rest in between our meetings you'll be fine."

Tia slowly nodded, "...I guess it doesn't sound too bad. I'll do it."

Dame grinned, "Perfect! Merci, mon ange- you're really saving my neck here."

Tia chuckled at the pun, growing flustered at the smile on Dame's face. Damn her and her weakness for pretty girls. She quietly ate her eggs as Dame moved elsewhere in the apartment, sitting with her thoughts. A day ago, Tia would have laughed if you told her vampires were real, let alone that she would be in one's apartment in less than 24 hours. But here she was. She still thought she might be dreaming.

Dame eventually returned, packing her purse with what looked like some papers.

"Uhm, can I ask how you became a vampire?" She piped up, slightly nervous. Was that too personal? Tia wasn't exactly sure.

"I'd love to tell you, but unfortunately I have to run. Work calls." She sighed as she slid on a pair of shoes. She placed something on the counter in front of Tia. "Here's my phone number- text me when you can. There's a key under the doormat, just lock up when you're done." She gave Tia a wink as she grabbed her own keys.

"See you later, chérie."

#grandekofi #grandekofi vampire au #rpdr fanfiction #drag race #la grande dame #tia kofi #ukvstw2

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theladybarnes · 8 months ago

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SPOILER/TEST:

So I'm still writing my next update while working on my side projects. This is a sort of plot I've wanted to do for a bit but I can't make up stories without a little world building. So tell me how we feel about this:

(this is super vague since it's technically an ending to a chapter but I wanna know if the vibes and stuff are there.)

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Billy scoffed, his gaze flicking between us. "What's it to you, Harrington? You sweet on this little freak? I thought that was what Wheeler was here for.”

Steve's jaw clenched, his usual charming demeanor replaced by a steely glare. You on the other hand, bristled at the insult. But before you could respond, Steve interjected with a sneer of his own.

"Please. I couldn't care less about her. But she happens to be the Chief's niece, and I'd rather not have him breathing down my neck for causing her trouble. So, freak or not, leave her alone. There’s plenty of other girls willing to warm you up right now.” he finished, nodding for him to move on.

Billy's expression darkened, but he reluctantly backed off, muttering something unintelligible as he disappeared into the crowd.

Everyone dispersed after that. Displeased and muttering while you stayed backed up against the wooden gate. It wasn’t until you heard a throat clearing that you picked your gaze again to see that Steve and Nancy were still there.

“You okay?” Steve asked gruffly, looking at you carefully.

“I’m fine.” you muttered, looking away from the two.

“You sure? Billy’s just an asshole, so don’t worry about him.” he said, taking a step forward. That’s when you flinched back, not quite sure why you were so shaken up. It wasn’t like anything was going to happen. It couldn’t have, not with the amount of people at the party.

“Let me get her friend, I think I saw him somewhere inside.” Nancy said, leaving Steve’s side to venture back to the house. The music worked hard to keep out the awkward silence between the two of you. That is, until Steve felt the need to speak up.

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

Snapping your head up, you watched as Steve ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said you’re welcome,” he repeated, taking a step forward anyway. “For the whole thing with Billy just now. You could at least be thankful.”

Something about his tone had you scoffing at his audacity. “Yeah, totally.” you said, forcing a relieving laugh. “I mean, how can I ever repay you for both calling me a freak and apparently fragile since I’m the Chief’s niece.”

Steve's expression darkened, his jaw tightening again. "It's not like that," he protested, his voice strained. "I was just... trying to get that asshole off your back. I mean, it’s a party..we should just all have fun, right?”

“Well, I am having such a great time, Steve.” you saluted, pushing yourself off the fence finally.

“Ace!”

Over Steve’s shoulder, you watched as Jonathan made a dash through the crowd of people, making it around the pool carefully before he was able to get to where you two were.

“Whoa, hey, Nancy told me that stuff went down. You okay?”

“She’s alright.” Steve answered for you. “But I think she’s had her fill of fun for the night.”

Jonathan frowned at Steve’s words. Seemingly confused as to why not only was Steve speaking for you, but apparently dismissing you. Little did he know that it was more insulting than either of you let on.

“Um, did you wanna go?” he asked wearily.

“Yeah, he’s right.” you nodded, reaching to tug your friend to your side. “I’m done.”

A part of you really wanted to bite back at Steve. Make him feel bad for everything, but with a simple raised brow, defeat already felt so imminent.

“Good.” Was all he said before he turned on his heels and returned back to his hosting duties.

Quietly, Jonathan led you back to the gate, choosing the back exit of the house in order to leave. And while you were relieved, you couldn’t help but feel the twist in your gut still lingering around.

In the end, Steve Harrington may have saved you from Billy Hargrove, but he couldn't erase the sting of his words—or the realization that, despite the brief moment, you were still nothing more than a Freak to the King.

#text post #test run #ca #this is gonna be ANGSTY and fluff(ish) and romanceee??#idk #depends on how yall feel about it

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jazz-fics · 1 year ago

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Plot: Lillianna is Carlisle’s mate. But she is entirely against the idea of love. How will Carlisle be able to convince her that she’s making a mistake?

Warnings: Angst

Title: Love is Pain

It wasn’t the love she feared, it was what love could bring. Heartbreak. Pain. So she chose to be alone instead. She had to guard her heart. She had grown close to him, and things were going well. That was the problem. Surely, something will go wrong. She wasn’t going to wait for that to happen. She doesn’t even know it but she’s knocking on his study door. The door is open, but her courtesy won’t allow her to enter without his acknowledgment.

When he sees her face he recognizes her look of hesitancy. He knows she had been keeping something hidden. He’s not one to push. He nods with a smile, signaling she can come in. He was reading a new medical journal but he will always have time for her. Especially when she looks at him with such emotion.

She doesn’t say anything. How can she? Yes, she loves him. Yes, she wants to stay happy by his side. On the other hand, how long will that last? The two sit in silence among each other. Carlisle waits for her to collect her thoughts, his dead heart would pick up in pace if he was human. As calm and collected as he is, he knows she’s struggling to tell him something he might not enjoy. How could he? It brings her pain.

“Love, take a breath,” he gently encourages her. She does so and he smiles. He adds, “Now, whatever it is you’re struggling with. Please, don’t keep it to yourself.

The way he treats her with such love only makes her not want to share. She needs to though. In one breath she says, “I can’t stay.”

When Carlisle hears those words his entire world crumbles. His calm expression wavers, “May I ask why?”

“This can’t last. What we have.”

“Nothing lasts forever, Love. So, why stop it before it can begin?”

She doesn’t respond for a while. She doesn’t even look at him. She’s hurting both herself and him.

Carlisle asks another question, “Why are you so afraid? I can see this decision hurts you. Something is happening within you. Please, tell me,” he adds with a broken voice, “I can’t lose you.”

She tries not to cry but she can’t help but let some tears fall.

“Love, why are you doing this to us?”

She finally finds her words, “Because I’m scared.” There it is. Her fear.

“Why?” His question sounds simple, but it’s the deepest question he could ask her.

“Because love is pain.”

Carlisle lets out a sigh at her answer, “Lillianna, I will always love you. If you run from this love, you will bring more pain on yourself,” he leans forward, “As well as on me.”

She shakes her head out of frustration. She doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know how to respond. She doesn’t want to hurt him. At the same time, he’s right. For her to leave what they have behind will only bring more of that pain onto herself. She she nods.

He doesn’t know what that nod means, but he hopes it means she will stay. She confirms it with a light, “I don’t want to leave.”

“Then, please don’t,” is his simple answer, “The love we have is different from the love of your past. Don’t let your past dim your future.” His words are wise and they strike Lillianna deep in her heart.

“I love you,” is her response.

So, Lillianna stays. She doesn’t let the pain love brings diminish the love she has for Carlisle. She didn’t let it control her. She was free…and Carlisle was the key.

#carlisle cullen #fanfiction #carlisle cullen x oc #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle x reader #fanfic #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #lillianna cullen

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alieinthemorning · 11 months ago

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Figure Skating [Ashido Mina]

Content: Fluff, Figure Skating, Injury, Love Confessions

Pronouns: None

Header: @/nimuello

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Today was the day.

The day you were going to confess your feelings!

Sure, there’d be other people there, friends too, but that wasn’t going to deter you.

You gave yourself a determined look in the mirror. “I’m going to confess to Ashido Mina today no matter what.”

“Hey! You ready?”

You jumped with a high-pitched squeal.

Speak of the devil.

Mina surged forward, steadying the tittering mirror. “Woah, you good?” She gave you a once over. “You looked flushed… are you sure you can come with us?”

“I’m fine! I’m totally fine! Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now,” You stepped around her, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go!”

The way to the skating rink should have been filled with nonsensical chatter about your holiday plans, but instead your thoughts were filled to the brim on the confession.

When would you do it? Closer to when it's time to go, or in the middle?

How would you do it? Pull off a few cool moves, or simply hold her hand?

What would you say? A simple confession, or something more drawn out?

Would you do it alone or with people around? Near the boys or around strangers?

Where would you do it? On the rink or on a bench?

Why are you doing it?

Why were you doing it?

Sure, you liked her, what wasn’t there to like, but you?

You frowned.

You were… average. You’d never been as great as Mina, and she deserved better than you.

Enjirou nudged you. “Everything good?”

You pulled the frown into what you’d hoped was a believable smile and said. “Yep! Just a little nervous is all!” He believed it, giving you a reassuring pat on the back, and left it at that.

The skating rink wasn’t as packed as you’d thought it would be yet was still lively enough.

Just before your group headed over to the desk, Mina called for your attention. “Okay guys, one more time before we go in. Absolutely no quirks.” She gave Katsuki a hard look, “Am I clear?” He rolled his eyes with a grunt, and pushed past her, with Enjirou chasing after him.

In Katsuki-speak, that meant “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

Mina rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I have a few moves I want to show you guys.”

“Oh?” Hanta raised a brow. “Is it gonna be like what you showed us in class?”

“The break dancing stuff? Nah, that’d be too dangerous.”

“So, like, actually figure skating stuff?” Denki tried.

“I’m not telling!” She stuck her tongue out. “So you’re just gonna have to watch me!”

You’d watch her till your dying breath.

It had been awhile since you’d last done any ice skating, so you were a little shaky on the ice, but after about 20 minutes, you’d found your center. Since then, you’d been following Mina around the rink, simply watching as she pulled off actual figure skating moves ever so gracefully.

You wondered, if Quirks never existed, could the two of you live normal lives? Mina as a dancer, and you as her biggest fan? You would have met her at one of her performances, hitting it off from there? Living happily ever—

“Ah!” You weren’t watching where you were going and ended up slamming right into the wall. “Ow, ow, ow…” You rubbed your thigh, which you had landed on pretty hard.

“Oh my gosh!” Mina slid up beside you. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I, uh, wasn’t watching where I was going, and I ran into the wall.”

“Can you stand?” She helped you up. “Come on, let’s take a break.”

“No! Don’t let me stop you. I can go sit by myself.” You tried to pull away from her, but she pulled you back in.

She puffed her cheeks. “I know you’re hurting. You need to sit down.”

Ever so slowly, she pulled you off the ice and over to a bench, then went off to get something cold for the swelling and snacks.

Leaving you alone, just you and your thoughts.

If you had just been paying attention, this wouldn’t have happened.

If you hadn’t drawn attention to yourself, she wouldn’t have noticed.

If you had only lied better, she wouldn’t have stopped.

And you could have kept watching her.

You only felt the tears after a cold breeze stung your cheeks.

You tried to wipe them away but—

“Oh no! Does it hurt that bad?”

Mina. Always so caring.

And for her to care about someone like you—

“Should I call someone—?”

“I’m so sorry!” You shouted. “This is all my fault! If I hadn’t fallen, none of this would have happened.”

She sat beside you, placing the cold water bottle on the afflicted part of your thigh. “Accidents happen. It’s okay.”

You shook your head. “But it's not! If I hadn’t been so stupid, I wouldn’t have made you stop. If I wasn’t such a baby, you wouldn’t have to worry about me.” You sighed. “You really do deserve someone better than me…”

“…what?”

You sighed again, looking away. Might as well get this over with now. “Today was the day that I was going to confess my feelings for you, Mina.”

“H—huh? You like me?”

You gave a dry laugh. “Yeah, but don’t worry. You don’t have to answer me. I already know your—”

“I like you too!” She grabbed your hands. “The whole reason why I learned those moves was to impress you! I wanted to confess to you today too!”

“You…” She, “like me too?” liked you too?

“Yep! Which means,” She took a look around the area, “I can finally do this.” then leaned in, giving you a peck on the lips.

You passed out from overheating.

It was definitely worth it, though.

In this updated version, I mainly just fixed grammar, and also adressed the boys by their first name instead of their family name.

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#alie ficlets #alie ficlets: version 2 #bnha x reader #mha x reader #ashido mina x reader

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njwinterquartz · 6 months ago

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Thinking more about Eddie and his journey forward from the end of season seven. And I can’t believe I hadn’t really thought about how obvious the direction I think they’re going is (not saying I’m right just that I think there’s evidence towards it). Like to me next season is about Eddie figuring out who he is, I personally don’t think it’s a queer realization plot more so just him finally looking in and finding out who he is without everything around him.

Just a heads up this is a long one that I probably didn’t explain well. But maybe it’ll make sense to someone.

Because let’s look at his story from the start of what we know, he was told to take care of his siblings and fit the role of the man of the house by his father. While he likely did have time to be a kid he was already pushed in a direction that may or may have not been what he wanted.

Then we move on to Shannon, from the context and things stated in the show they were high school sweethearts (could be wrong but I’m pretty sure that’s when they met). So they met young and they had Chris while I’m assuming they were both still young. So this is another thing that pushes Eddie in a direction due to outside forces; he becomes a parent and a husband.

He joins the military while this whole thing is going on because he thinks it’s what he needs to do to take care of his family. Another identity that he becomes, a soldier. He had a job and it has a specific mindset that doesn’t really focus on who he is as an individual.

Moving on to things that happen during the show, him moving to California, and becoming a firefighter. At this time he’s starting to somewhat think about himself but not much. Joining the 118 starts this but he’s still a parent and ex military. He’s still drowning himself in these two identities. He meets Shannon again and they start doing what they did and he thinks because they’re both Chris’s parents they need to be a family and “make things work” even though it clearly was still dysfunctional.

Shanon then dies and he becomes a widow, a title that seems to unconsciously haunt him. Especially after season seven, it’s clear he’s still haunted by this identity of being a husband and a widow. He then loses Chris (loses his identity as a parent) because of his actions, even though he never intended to hurt Chris he still did.

Eddie has clearly shown he puts things in boxes and doesn’t really want to deal with what he’s put in them. He hides behind different identities he’s been forced to become and doesn’t really seem to want to look at who he is outside of them. Not saying hiding is an intentional thing, but he’s hid behind them before to try to not deal with things he needed to.

I honestly don’t know if this’ll make any sense to anyone else but to try and summarize it better; I think Eddie is still stuck on all these identities he’s had to become or forced to become and hasn’t had the time to think for himself about who he really is. Could it be a queer thing sure, but I really don’t think it is. I think there’s a pretty simple explanation of he just hasn’t had the time or has unconsciously pushed off figuring it out until he’s now forced to look at it because he’s all alone right now.

#911 abc #eddie diaz

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writinghyperobsession · 9 months ago

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Dream

Sorry if this is a bit confusing or something, it came to me in a dream. I’m not joking. I saw a less detailed version of this in a dream a few days week month+ ago. My brain just likes to remind me of how lonely I am with dreams like this (this was not a first instance of this, maybe I will write from other dreams if I find a file where I wrote down their plot). Anyway, enjoy the read!

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The symphony of the storm was not letting up. Rain’s relentless drumming was momentarily interrupted by the bass of thunder. The only light in the living room was a lamp standing next to the large sofa. The sofa itself was in the color of burgundy and its sides stretched forward, in a shape of C, granting room to sit with legs laid on the sofa.

On one of the sides closer to the lamp sat Alice. She stretched her legs before her, using the extra space. Her attire is simple but no less enchanting. Dark blue jeans stretched to her ankles where they were replaced by socks with cute cat motive. Her jumper was full of colors and patterns that combined into a chaotic rainbow.

Alice frowned while her deep brown eyes flied over a text at her tablet and pushed up one of few pins that held her long dark hair.

William walked in with two teacups, snacks and an old book on a tray. He put the tray on a coffee table and sat down. His slender frame was covered by a simple clean t-shirt and pair of jeans .

“Something happened?” William asked after seeing Alice's worried face.

“Aah, nothing world ending” answered Alice, “just that, all the train departures in the next two hours were canceled or postponed. Just wrote to my parents about that.”

“Look at the bright side, at least you are not getting soaked outside.” Will tried to cheer her up “And I found an extra copy of Sorrows of Young Werther.” ~It’s a good thing that my parents are such fans of the Romantic movement.~

“Great, now I don't have to go to the library tomorrow. And how will we mention this part of our project?” Alice pointed at her tablet.

Will carefully scooted closer, closing the distance between them, and leaned to Alice to get rid of an annoying reflection of lamp on the tablet. ~ I’m a bit too close, but it can’t be helped ~ ”Suicides? Well that sure won’t be fun. We could split it, one of us talks about it broadly and the other one mentions specific examples. Which part would you like more?” He asks and straightens his body, creating a bit of distance between them. ~ Even more dates we will have to memorize ~

Alice thinks for a moment. “I guess I could take the specific examples as you already have a lot of dates and such in your parts.”

“Okay” Back of the book cracked as William opened it and started reading through the pages. For a moment the only thing that could be heard was the turning of the pages and the storm outside.

“Looks like we will have to add few meanings of the old English words for better understanding of our audience” stated William after he stopped his quick inspection of the book

“Do you have some examples?”

“Yeah, right here the usage of yoke could be hard to understand without the context.” William pointed at the page

“Lemme see.” Says Alice as she scoots closer and starts reading the paragraph above William’s finger. Slowly she lays her head down on Will’s shoulder. “Maybe, we could put it as a footnote in the lower part of the projection.”

“Yeeaah” Will slowly says as he looks on Alice ~What?! That’s touch too much! What am I going to do?~ He looks back at the book and starts talking quickly: “So, how much time do you think we need to read the whole book?”

“Let’s give it a week. We have more than enough time to make the project afterwards” Alice answers, without lifting her head.

“Week is convenient for me too” affirms Will glancing at Alice again ~Looks like I will have to roll with this.~ “And what about ….

Will wakes up, sitting on a couch. ~I must have fallen asleep.~ He hazily looks at the clock. It’s 8 pm. He’s about to start cleaning the tray before him when he’s reminded of the situation. Alice still has her head on his shoulder and she has fallen asleep similarly to him. ~Well … now what? I don’t want to disturb her but I can’t really do anything now. But at the other side, this feels pretty peaceful~

Luckily (or not) for Will, Alice wakes up while this conundrum weighs on his mind.

“What time is it?” she asks “8 pm? I have to check the trains”

Alice quickly boots up her tablet and checks the timetable. “Station was closed down because of the heavy rains!? Now how will I get home?!”

“Well, you can stay ,if you want.” suggested Will

“Really, won’t your parents mind or something?”

“Don’t worry, they wouldn’t leave somebody in need without help. And they are at a conference so there’s a free bed” Explains Will.

To be continued… maybe :3

#my writing

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cupidssorbet · 1 year ago

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Face fucking.

Characters included: Simon “Ghost” Riley.(This was a special request!)

Includes: Face-fucking(duh), Praise, Literally no plot babes, AFAB but no assigned pronouns or looks, NOT PROOFED.

Art: Dopanin.

Word count: 655.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

It was a simple request, a request that had an ache settling between your thighs. Carefully you sat on your knees looking up at him as she made work on his belt and jeans, “You sure you’re alright with this?” Simons deep voice rumbled snapping you back, you nodded, “Mhm mhm, I’m sure, honest .” You looked back up at him fully, his eyes searched yours behind his balaclava before he let out a slight chuckle.

“You’re too good to me sometimes I swear..” he trailed off slightly, his pants and boxers came down just enough for his cock to spring free, a bead of precum coming from the red flushed tip. Leaning forward to find a spot between his legs best she could. Plant a soft kiss to the tip, eliciting a groan from him, those eyes fluttering down to look at you to find you looking right back. God he loved it.

Putting a gloved hand on the back of your head he slowly pushed you down to the hilt earning soft gags from you, some tears pricking against your eyes. “There ya go..doin’ damn good.” He murmured muffled by his mask. Once you got a little used to it he began to move your head gently, hands entangled in your head or resting on it, bucking his hips ever so slightly.

He started out easy, then he became desperate, the warmth of your mouths and your soft hums and gags. He began to speed up his movements and his rutting into your mouth, drool beginning to pool at the sides of your mouth. Tears pricking your eyes and dripping over, bracing your hands on his thighs, digging your nails in slightly.

“Fuck..So damn warm.” Simon huffed out as he bucked into your mouth as your nose tickled his pelvis. Earning another gag from you that had his head lolling back lightly before he focused and his eyes came back to you, what a sight.

After a few more minutes of calculated thrusts some harsh and fast and some slow and steady, before you patted his thigh for air, it took a moment then he lift you off, as you gasped for air. His gloved hand coming down to wipe down drool from your lips, “Your so damn pretty like this darling.” He hummed sure or his statement.

You let out a soft laugh before eventually catching your breath and settling back into your spot, nodding to him once again, letting him settle your mouth around it and back to the hilt, giving you a moment to find a steady breathing pattern through your nose. And once you looked at him he got it, starting a soft and slow pace.

It was one that was gentler compared to him normally, the way he murmured some praises had you rocking softly against the floor for some friction and that caught his attention earning a rumble of a groan and a buck of his hips. That’s when that coil started to form in his stomach, his dick twitching softly in your mouth.

“Fuck m’close, doin’ good there sweetheart.” He huffed out looking at you with those eyes, causing you to hum back earning another groan and gruff exhale, before his pace became faster and harder, drool pooling again, tears streaking your cheeks softly as you gripped onto his thighs, his gloved hands weaved into your hair gagging and humming around his cock.

Then you looked at him with those eyes and it sent him, cumming hot ropes down your throat with a strangled ‘fuck’ from his lips as he stilled you, his breathing in shallow exhales slowly moving you off his length watching as you swallowed best you could coughing lightly.

He reached down to wipe from from your lips groaning when you licked it off gently, “So..Was it good?” You asked softly as he looked down at you.

“You have no idea.”

#cupidssorbettlibrary #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost smut #ghost mw2 #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod

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themagnusbane · 2 years ago

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Never Have I Ever - A PrapaiSky Fic(let)

So the thing is, I haven't written in almost 4 years (and no. My WangXian short doesn't count because it was meant to be 31 chapters and I still have 30 chapters unwritten since Mayhem November last year).

But, @suga4mycoffee requested for a fic where Prapai is made to realize just how badly he fucked up, based on the tags I made to her post, so that got the dusty ass writing plot bunnies going and now you have a fic that I think is rusty af, but I hope you enjoy anyway Suga.

If looks could kill, Saifha was sure his twin would have had him drawn and quartered, buried in a shallow grave with no headstone to commemorate his passing. And if he were a nicer twin, he would probably have found remorse buried somewhere in the depths of his heart.

But alas, he is very much Payu’s twin, and bringing his brother a measure of discomfort and misery soothed his soul. The fact that it made Payu’s boyfriend just a little bit miffed, which in turn meant that Nong Rain turned those bright eyes of his on his boyfriend in a glare that would have withered a lesser man, was just icing on an already spectacular cake.

Having Nong Sky and Prapai caught up in all this however, wasn’t something he had planned.

But… Did he find it entertaining anyway? Certainly. It was wonderful the number of secrets that a simple game of Never Have I Ever, which he is proud to admit was his suggestion, could unravel. Besides, when you looked at it from the right perspective, he really was doing them all a collective favour. Best to let them air our their fears and insecurities and hurt, so their relationships can be the more stronger for it.

Really, he should be deified for all the service he’s been rendering.

“Never have I ever had an ex draped all over me, even though I already have a boyfriend, and I didn’t push said ex off, the minute he pulled his shit.”

At the words, Saifha’s eyes snapped to Nong Sky, and then Prapai. At the same time, Nong Rain turned to look at his best friend, whilst Payu’s eyes were locked on Prapai.

“That is… Oddly specific,” Saifha murmured, leaning back to watch the chaos unfold.

Praipai meanwhile leaned forward, fingers flexing on his glass of scotch whiskey, already half empty, because Prapai apparently had very few Never Have I Evers, and although Nong Sky’s been smiling every time Prapai’s had to lift that glass to his mouth for a drink—oh to be young and sickeningly in love—there was no smile on his face now, as he waited for Prapai. As they all waited for Prapai.

Praipai meanwhile had his eyes on Nong Sky, a softening in their brown depths that pulled a low sound from his boyfriend’s throat, had Nong Rain’s eyes widening, and Payu tilting his head the way he did when he was furiously trying to connect the dots.

Saifha could feel his own eyes widening. Oh shit. He fucked up didn’t he?

“You saw?” The words came out in a whisper so low, the wind almost caught it and erased it. But they were all hanging on a thread, heightened by the hurt in Nong Sky’s voice, and the remorse in Praipai’s, that they all heard it.

“Are you drinking or not P’Pai?” Nong Sky’s voice was cold. Gone was the teasing inflection that Saifha was used to hearing. And clearly he wasn’t the only one who noticed. Nong Rain’s mouth was open, and Prapai flinched.

Saifha watched him take a deep breath, and down the rest of the whiskey in one gulp.

He heard an explosion of sound as Nong Rain launched himself at Prapai, only to be pulled back by Payu. Saifha noted that the grip Payu had on his boyfriend was loose, barely restraining him as Nong Rain’s eyes spat way more rage than that little body should have access to.

Saifha could tell. If Payu wasn’t holding Nong Rain back, Prapai would have had to deal with the nails and teeth of his boyfriend’s best friend who looked like he was minutes away from breaking free of Payu’s hold and dealing all the hurt he could at the man who’d dared to hurt his friend.

And with the way Payu was holding him, Saifha could tell that he was really considering letting go, and giving Nong Rain the free rein to dole out all the damage he wanted.

Nong Sky meanwhile seemed to let loose all the air that he’d held in, waiting for Prapai’s response. Saifha watched as he deflated, and curved into himself. His hands digging into the flesh of his upper arms as he rocked back and forth.

“I’m sorry,” Prapai whispered, knees sinking to the floor right in front of Nong Sky, hands reaching out to touch him, and then pulling back, fingers flexing like he didn’t have the right to do that anymore.

“How could you P’Pai? How could you?” Nong Rain’s voice kept rising, his feet trying hard to connect with Prapai’s shin. But Payu’s hold held strong and he couldn’t come close.

“Why?” At Nong Sky’s whispered question, everyone quieted. Prapai slid a step closer, and Nong Sky’s eyes locked with his.

Saifha could feel the moment when everything, and everyone else faded away for them. They were together, in their own cocoon of hurt and pain and regret.

“Why are you sorry P’Pai?”

“I—“

“Are you sorry that you said you would be out in 5mins and you didn’t keep that promise? That I ran into girls there who were talking about how they wanted to fuck you? Are you sorry that they mentioned that P’Payu had made it clear that he had a boyfriend, but they had no idea that we were together? Are you sorry that they thought they had a chance with you because they didn’t know otherwise, because you didn’t tell them otherwise?”

Saifha watched Prapai’s shoulders slump with each question that Nong Sky tossed his way. The younger boy’s voice was low and level. No inflection of the rage that Saifha would have expected. It was like he had sunk deep into the depth of all that hurt and pain; like they were were questions he had asked himself over and over again, until he had numbed himself to it, and disassociated from it all.

And Prapai responded with panic, eyes and hands reaching out to Nong Sky, trying to comfort, to heal, to soothe. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry Sky. I told him. I told him when he asked me, that I have a boyfriend.”

Saifha didn’t need to read minds to know that that wasn’t what Nong Sky wanted to hear. He looked at Payu who looked about ready to let go of Nong Rain so he could smack his friend in the head himself for being an absolute dimwit.

Nong Sky’s voice dropped even more. “So you waited for him to ask before you told him?” He stared incredulously at Prapai who looked utterly wretched. “What if he hadn’t asked? Would you have continued to let him touch you P’Pai? Continued to let him drape himself over you.”

Saifha watched Nong Sky reach out his hands to touch Prapai’s face. Watched as Prapai leaned into the touch, hands reaching out to grasp Nong Sky’s, as he whispered several “I’m sorry’s” against the inner part of his boyfriend’s wrist.

“Why are you sorry P’Pai?” The question again. But this time, his voice was softer, less modulated. Saifha could see him softening. Everyone could see him softening.

Prapai released a breath, relief whooshing out of him as he stood to his full height, then pulled gently on Nong Sky’s hands. The latter allowed him, standing up so Prapai could sit, and then pull him in to sit on his lap, further tuning out everyone else, as they sank further into their own world.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry I didn’t immediately make it clear that I was taken. I’m sorry in trying to be kind and not hurt his feelings, I hurt yours instead. I’m sorry I was gentler with turning him down, that I was with handling your heart. I’m sorry it didn’t even occur to me that you would be hurt by it. I’m sorry, I’m only just telling you I’m sorry.”

Prapai pulled back slightly to look at Nong Sky’s face, fingers stroking his cheek, wiping away the tears that had made tracks on his face. “Forgive me?”

Nong Sky looked at him for a brief, suspended moment.

Saifha was sure they all stopped breathing, waiting for Nong Sky’s response.

And it came resplendent as the sun. A smile that lit up his face and had Prapai placing a murmured thank you against his pale neck, as Nong Sky patted Prapai’s hair softly.

Saifha nodded, pleased at the result. Just as Nong Rain’s voice called out loudly “You’d better make sure it never repeats itself P’Pai. If it does, I’m coming for your head!”

The statement had Prapai turning to glare at Nong Rain, who glared right back, with Payu silently laughing behind his boyfriend, and Nong Sky looking quite pleased.

Honestly, Saifha really did think he should be deified for all the service he’s been rendering.

Oh, and for those who need context, here's the post that birthed this.

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