#best wellbeing tips

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Are you feeling a little more tired than usual and wondering how on earth you are going to get through the day? It happens sometimes and maybe because of lack of sleep. Here are some handy tips that are sure to help you. Check this out!

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back to sch00l with an 3d

below: tips, diet (+ recipes), & workout

❤︎₊ ⊹ studying is soo important and sometimes dis0rdered eating gets in the way, so we have to do everything we can to avoid brain fog while maintaining high grades!

tips:

make sure you’re getting enough electrolytes! you can do that by drinking lots of sparkling water (or if you don't like the taste of sparkling, mix electrolyte packets into water)

eat nutritious foods! some good l0w cāl options are fruits and veggies, eggs, berries, and more

sleep is soo important to keep your brain running!! try to get at least 9 hours or more every night + sleeping helps with avoiding f00d cravings!

even if you don’t eat the rest of the day, you need to have a protein rich breakfast! that way, you’ll have plenty of energy and your blood sugar will remain low, so you’ll feel satisfied for longer

exercise is a must! every time you feel braing f0g coming, go on a walk!! you have to move your body, whether it's for 10 minutes or an hour (more on that below)

caffeine is your best friend! drink your coffee without sugar, but feel free to add a pinch of cinnamon instead!! if you don't like your coffee black, pour in some milk (either almond, coconut, or oat)

dress warm and comfortable!! being sk1nny means being cold all the time and you don't want to get sick!

don't beat yourself up for e4ting. we all make mistakes and sometimes we have to listen to our bodies and prioritise our wellbeing. just do better next time.

— ❤︎₊ ⊹

diet:

❤︎₊ ⊹ breakfast

coffee with almond milk and a pinch of cinnamon (20c4ls) + two poached/boiled eggs with vegetables (160c4ls) or 250g greek nonfat yogurt with berries (160c4ls)

❤︎₊ ⊹lunch

have two rice cakes, with a tablespoon of greek yoghurt each and use fruit/vegetables as toppings (100c4ls) + green tea with lemon to help with digestion (0c4ls)

❤︎₊ ⊹ dinner

100g canned tuna (strained of water), cucumbers, tomatoes and bell peppers (170c4ls) + lemon or cucumber water (0c4ls)

❤︎₊ ⊹ snacks

choose any three (all are 50c4ls)

40g green olives

thinly sliced cucumber with 25g sour cream

loads of veggies

one sliced apple with cinnamon

rice cake with strawberries/raspberries

cucumber with eggwhites

bunch of berries and a piece of dark chocolate

70g frozen grapes

cucumber with 60g greek yoghurt, season with red pepper flakes

total: 650-700 c4ls

— ❤︎₊ ⊹

workout:

try to walk at least 5k steps every day, focus on low impact, fat burning workouts like pilates and yoga, and remember to drink plenty of water

my workout routine

❤︎₊ ⊹ abs — 25 leg lifts — 25 stretch crunches (regular crunch, but arch your back when you lay down) — 30 russian twists — 2 minute plank

���︎₊ ⊹ legs + butt — 100 side leg lifts (on each leg) — 50 lunges (25 on each leg) — 50 fire hydrants (each side) — 50 butt kicks — 30 squats — 25 hip thrusts

❤︎₊ ⊹ arms — 50 arm circles — 20 arm pushes (forward) — 20 arm pushes (upwards)

fav youtube workout channels

— move with nicole — lilly sabri — madeleine abeid — growwithjo — daisy keech — gloria song

alright, that's it for now. taking requests, so please lmk what you'd like to see next <33 this is like my fourth time reuploading !

(inspired by the lovely @h0neysugarfree)

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Married couple, Wife!Reader, burnout, overstimulation (not sexually), arguing, angst followed by fluff, kiss and make up, virginal fingering, kisses galore, EVENTUAL SMUT, pregnancy sex, bit of body worship (he loves your pregnant body) cowgirl position, sensory deprivation sex.

𝐀/𝐍: I poured my heart into this one, not that I don’t always do but this one in particular just hits closer to home. And yes it’s a vent fic so very very self indulgent.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re tired. He’s tired. There’s only so much stress you can withstand before you reach your tipping point. Luckily your husband is here to keep you grounded

It started off with a throbbing in your head and as irritating as it was, it wasn’t bad enough to disrupt your daily routine. But as the week rolled on, the throbbing sensation began to get worse.

You were becoming easily irritated and it didn’t help with the workload you had to tackle. Even Miguel noticed a change in your mood but whenever he would bring it up and ask you about it, you would deflect his questions and tell him you were fine.

You couldn’t bear the thought of burdening him when your struggles especially when he had his own responsibilities and duties to fulfill.

You knew that if you admitted the stress you were feeling, he would insist that you rest, which was the last thing you needed, especially with how much you needed to get done this week.

You tried your best to ignore the nerves that were stretching to their limits now, but it was proven more difficult with each passing day. You would feel a sense of dread as soon as you got out of bed, mentally bracing yourself for the overwhelming day you had to face.

Your mind was preoccupied now as you reached over the high shelf for the spice jar. Your stomach was jutted out with the new life brewing inside of you, making it harder for you to manoeuvre around.

Just as your fingers brushed against the jar you were after, a sudden voice tore through the room, snapping you out of your trance.

“¿Qué dije sobre pedirme ayuda?” Miguel called out before he went over and stood behind you to take the spice jar you were reaching for. “What if something fell on you?”

“I don’t need help,” you insisted, reaching over to reclaim the jar back from him.

Miguel arched his brow in mild amusement. “You’re struggling to reach the spices, and you’re saying you don’t need help?”

“I’m fine, I’m trying to make dinner,”

“I know I know. But I’m here now so you don’t need to do that tonight,” You knew he was trying to emphasise the fact that he willingly took the time out of his day just to be with you.

Normally, you would be beyond appreciative towards his gesture. With his duties back at Spider Society HQ breathing down his neck all the time, it was a rarity that you both had an evening together like this.

He would either be saving the city or in another dimension, and although you would still be able to contact him through your watch, it would never be the same as having his physical warmth with you.

But right now, you were driven by your stress and too wrapped up in getting the job done to be in the right state of mind and properly enjoy the night.

“Why not? I can still cook you know,” you resorted, pouring some of the spice in the pot before stirring the content.

“And yet, I don’t want you to.” He said firmly before he turned you around to face him and rested his hands on your growing belly, silently conveying his concern for your wellbeing. “Now go sit,”

As the food continued to bubble on the stove, you retreated from his touch defensively. His face twisted in confusion as you questioned, “Why the hell are you doing that?”

His face fell further at your change in tone, “Doing what? Touching you?”

“No, treating me like I’m a basket case,”

“I’m treating you like the mother of my child. You’re pregnant and over exerting yourself,” he tried to reason with you. You attempted to conceal how much your senses were firing right now.

You couldn’t tell if it was the aroma of the cooking that was making you slightly nauseous but you were starting to feel agitated.

“I’m pregnant, not paralysed Miguel. I’m fully capable of doing this myself,” you could see the frown forming on his face and he definitely picked up the hostility of your tone.

“I never said you weren’t capable but I don't want you doing too much,” he argued back, his voice growing more insistent, mirroring your frustration. He wasn’t going to let your stubbornness sway him, even if it did irk you.

You could feel the heat of your vexation rising in your guts. You hated being interrupted in the kitchen especially when you were making dinner. Even if you were tired, you were still going to stand your ground and continue until you were done.

Throughout the last few days there had been a build up of tension that you have been bottling up and you refused to talk about it with him, even if he did ask you about it.

You had no safe outlet for your emotions and now you can feel it taking a toll on your daily tasks. It was almost palpable and you couldn’t control the sudden outbursts you were throwing at your husband right now.

A small part of you knew that he didn’t deserve this harsh treatment you were giving him. But that meek feeling of self awareness was quickly overshadowed by your clouded mind that was skewing your thoughts, unbeknownst to you.

Out of bitterness, you twisted the knob to switch off the stove before you turned to look at him. His annoyed expression didn’t falter, rather you could see his brows furrowed more. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Turn off the stove?”

“You wanted me to stop, didn’t you?” Now it was your turn to be confused, though you could still feel the lingering coldness.

He was so adamant on you not cooking so why is he still not satisfied when you turn the stove off? What was his problem?

“What are you trying to prove here?” He asked.

The question hit a nerve, the fact that he was insinuating that you had an ulterior motive just by a simple action. It was almost insulting. Was he trying to sound condescending just to throw you off?

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb,”

Ouch.

“Oh please, enlighten me,” There was an obvious edge to your tone and he glowered at that. You could tell he was really starting to get annoyed when you saw his fangs started to emerge from his canines, something that was only stimulated in the height of rage or arousal.

“Cut the sarcasm. You’re purposely getting on my nerves and it’s working. Now, are you going to answer my question?” His voice demanded clarity from you and you weren’t sure if anything you said would satisfy him.

“Like I said, I’m doing as I’m told. Why are you getting mad?” You snapped back. You didn’t want to admit that what he said made the shadow of sympathy you felt early crawl back again.

He wasn’t aware of the emotions you were keeping inside of you and probably thought you were purposely reacting this way just to pull his leg.

“You know damn well that’s not how I meant with my words,” he was practically growling now and you could see the crimson in his eyes flicker like a flame.

With a weary sigh you pinched the bridge of your nose— a habit that you both seemed to share. You didn’t have the energy to deal with this argument now, it was clear that it wasn’t going anywhere.

The throbbing in your head was back, but now it felt like a pounding sensation reverberating in your skull. Without another word, you turned to leave the kitchen leaving the half-cooked food behind on the stove.

“Where are you going?” You heard him call out from the kitchen before he took a few steps in your direction.

“To the room, I lost my appetite,” You headed your way up to the bedroom. You didn’t hear his footsteps following after you as you closed the door behind you.

You climbed into bed with the blanket over you and made yourself as small as your pregnant belly will allow you. There was a sense of bleakness that was shrouding you now— the underlying stress you’ve been feeling was still there but it wasn’t as overbearing.

With the silence in the room, you’d think you’d be able to calm yourself down a little from the heated interaction you just had, but instead your mind was still racing. You couldn’t stop yourself from straining your muscles no matter how hard you tried.

You tightened your grip on the blanket and buried yourself deeper into the sheets, trying to block out as much of the lighting from the room as you could. You didn’t notice Miguel entering the room until you felt an additional weight on the bed beside you.

For a long moment, all you could hear was his steady breathing and the occasional bed creaking before he spoke out of nowhere. “Well, at least the silent treatment is an improvement from earlier,”

The sarcasm was uncalled for especially now. It made your blood boil. To make matters worse, he kept going. His voice, that you always loved hearing, now sounded like an irritating ring in your ear. “Are you just going to hide under the blanket until I forget about everything?”

“Stop talking….please stop talking!” you pleaded, your voice was quivering and on the verge of tears. You felt like you were at a tipping point, standing on the edge of something already breaking.

The sensory overload from the argument along with the tension was still present, and you desperately needed silence.

There was a long pause and your pulse was thudding in your ears. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you could tell he regretted his words just from his silence.

“Do you want me to turn off the lights and go?” His tone quickly switched, a soft caress. You poked your head out of the blanket to look at him.

You felt guilt tugging on your heart after everything that had just happened moments ago. Your husband didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of all of this. The least you could do now was end the night on a civil note.

“Turn off the lights but don’t leave me,” you requested. Without wasting a beat, Miguel got out of bed to turn off the lights before he climbed back in to embrace you.

The room was dark but you could still see his silhouette against the Nueva York city skyline from the bedroom window.

“Could you hold me? Please?”

“Of course,” his voice was a soothing balm against your firing nerves. Swallowing thickly, you pushed the blanket away and moved onto his waiting arms as he leaned against the headboard.

You settled onto his lap and you felt his broad arms wrap around you. Your eyes started to leak with your heated tears and before you could stop yourself, you broke into a sob.

“Just breathe, I’m not going anywhere. Take your time,” He muttered against the crown of your head. You rested your head against his chest with his heart thumping softly near your ear.

The throbbing was starting to ease and the relief that followed after came in waves. All that weeks worth of pent up tensity was released in one night through your tears.

With the absence of the lighting along with the silence, it was easier to reach the mellow state that your body was screaming for.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry,” you rambled, a sense of remorse crashing down on you like a storm.

“It’s okay…I feel like we should talk about some things though,”

“Like what?”

“How we should handle potential fights in our marriage. I don’t really like the way we argue and get at each other's throats so quickly,”

You let his words sink in. The mere thought made your heart ache. The situation would’ve never escalated this far if you hadn't talked to Miguel earlier. Instead you let things boil over.

“It’s my fault…”

“Why do you say that?”

“I kept brushing you off when you wanted to be there for me,” you admitted, a bitter irony taunting your confession.

In retrospect, you’ve witnessed Miguel struggle to open up about his feelings while you were still in the early stages of the relationship.

Even during your marriage, it was a huge step for him to finally be completely emotionally open with you. You’ve noticed how much your relationship has flourished since then and how closer you felt with him.

But now the tables have turned tonight, with you leaving Miguel oblivious to the series of weary emotions you were experiencing. You knew it wasn’t healthy for you or the baby growing inside you to carry such stress alone.

“I noticed the way you were struggling the past few days. I just wish you were more vulnerable with me and not feel like you have to put on a brave face just for my sake,” Miguel explained.

“I dont…I don’t really know where to start,” You tried to rack your brain and coordinate how to express the tension you’ve been feeling the past few days. It was difficult to pinpoint on one thing and string the words together.

“Everything just feels so overwhelming and too much for my brain to handle…even the clock ticking makes me want to rip my head off,” you clutched onto his shirt, a feeble attempt to hold onto your crumbling composure. “I don’t know if it’s the hormones from the pregnancy or a burn out. Or maybe both,”

“I’m leaning towards burn out since you’re showing all the signs, you’re easily irritated and I can see you’re overstimulated from the smell of the cooking to the lighting in the room,”

“Maybe you’re right,” you agreed softly. A lot of issues could be contained just by not saying anything. You seemed to be acutely aware of your own hesitation when it came to voicing your emotions.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to share your feelings with Miguel; rather you didn’t know how to and feared the unknown reaction that may follow. You weren’t used to being this vulnerable.

You knew that you would rather hear Miguel share his emotions, even crying on your shoulder, than have him be silent. It was only fair that you took your own advice. Here you were advocating for openness, while grasping onto your own reticence.

“Could you do me a favour?” You asked in the midst of the silence that was shared between you.

“Of course,”

“I understand that you don’t want me to lift a finger especially while I’m pregnant but could you not try to intervene when I’m in the kitchen. I don’t like sitting around and I want to keep myself busy,”

You could sense the hesitance from him as he drew in a shaky breath before he spoke. “…yeah I can do that”

“You already have a lot on your plate,”

“I do, but promise me that you won’t leave me in the dark when you need something from me,”

“I promise.” You lifted your head from his chest to look at him. “I’m glad we’re on the same page Spiderman,”

Even if your view of him was obscured by the darkness in the room, you could still see his lips twitching up from your comment. “Mhmm that’s not an excuse for me to be a neglectful husband to you. So don’t act coy with me,”

“Oh I know. I’m just finding an excuse to be a smartass,” you teased him further by kissing along his jaw. Feeling his body tense from your touch, even if it was subtle, was a huge ego booster.

“Was that supposed to throw me off or something,” you could hear the groan he was trying to hide at the back of his throat as he spoke and it made your stomach flutter.

“Maybe,”

“Uh huh, you definitely did that on purpose,”

“I’ll do it again,”

“And I’ll kiss you right back,”

“Alright bet,” Before he could retaliate, you were bold enough to lap over his lower lip with your tongue. A low moan could be heard from him in response.

It was rare for you to initiate such a confident move like this but there was an undeniable spark and you didn’t want it to go just yet. The bleak mood from earlier was now forgotten and was replaced with arousal.

You pulled away to reposition yourself so you were fully facing him on your lap, your legs on either side of his hips.

His grip on your waist tightened in response drawing you closer to him until your bump was pressing against his torso. “You have no idea what you got yourself into,”

Finally with a longing that built in your stomach, you leaned in until your lips met in a fervent kiss. The weight of your doubts and anxiety was now completely diminished as you felt a magnitude that pulled you into bliss.

You felt him run his tongue over your lips and you parted them slightly in response. He took this opportunity to deepen the kiss, completely taking over your mouth with a low groan.

As you pulled away, breathless with desire, you couldn’t help but tease, “Too much or not enough?”

To which he responded, “Not even close to enough,”

“Good, then I’ll keep going. You’re not getting the upper hand here,” you were beaming at your own words.

But your confidence was cut short when you noticed his hand reach over and slipped under your pants and past your panties until his fingers were grazing against your folds.

Feeling the air that brushed against your slickness was enough to humble you. You didn’t realise how soaked you were until you felt yourself suction around him greedily as he pushed both his middle and ring finger in.

“You’re saying that now, just wait until I’m inside you,” he was taunting you, completely throwing you off but you would happily let his fingers do all the talking now, even if it was at the expense of your pride.

Your hand immediately reached to grapple onto his biceps to keep yourself steady. If it wasn’t for your restricted mobility from your bump, you would’ve started rolling your hips to ride on his fingers.

But instead you allowed him to do all the work. Your head rested on his shoulder and you moaned into his neck as the pad of his thumb rubbed against the sensitive nerves of your clitoris.

He dragged his fingers out, now wet from your arousal, and slowly ran it over your folds. The first thing you felt after he pulled his hands away from your cunt was his hard on, pressed against you.

You would’ve started grinding against him with how needy you were if he didn’t hold you still. He held you by the side and moved you off his lap so he could remove his pants and boxers before lying down flat on his back.

You didn’t need the light to know that his dick was standing on its end with beads of precum leaking from the tip. You removed your own clothes and felt the cold air slap on your cunt.

“Ven acá amor,” his voice was inviting and you’d be a fool to deny him.

You let him guide you, given his enhanced vision that allowed him to see in the dark. Both hands were on your rear, spreading your cheeks before you felt the tip nudge into your folds.

“Oh God-” you whimpered. You felt yourself stretch to accommodate him, sinking yourself lower until you were balls deep. Your hips flushed against him with your stiff clit pressed against the top of his groin,

“No divinity. Just your husband’s dick inside you,” A wide grin spread across his face. His hands were all over your growing belly, feeling the warmth of you and the occasional kick of the baby.

“Que bonita,” he said in awe. A sense of pride washed over him knowing he was the one who knocked you up, the woman he loved and the mother of his future child. “Muy linda tu barriga,”

You seemed to be more sensitive to his praises especially given the fact that you were getting cock drunk now.

Ever since your bump was starting to show, Miguel never missed the opportunity to praise you. He wanted you to feel proud of your physique and not be hesitant on your changing body.

His hands reached over to hold your waist before he piston his hips up and took control of the pace. You could tell he was holding back from going rough, handling you with extra care.

The feel of him thrusting inside was enough to knock the senses out of you until you were high from bliss. He was making sure you felt every sensation in full capacity, feeling every crevice of his dick being caressed by your silky walls.

His hands reached over to the back of your neck to pull you in until your lips met again. The kiss was disoriented and breathy as he was still trying to maintain his pace.

Each brush of his lips on yours was feeding into your ecstasy. You pulled away and nestled into his neck, taking in his dick so well.

“That’s it, let me make you feel good. Let me make you forget about your problems, amor,” he whispered lovingly in your ear.

“Miguel…” you couldn’t form a proper response, your moans of pleasure drowning out your voice.

He was so good at making feel this way, reaching optimal pleasure from his touches. With the absence of the lighting you allowed yourself to just physically feel everything he was giving you.

His broad head nudging into your cervix.

His soft whispers fanning against your ear.

His hands all over and worshiping you everywhere he could reach.

“God, you’re so easy to please,” You could tell he was reaching his peak. With one final buck from his hip, he dragged his dick to reach the depth of your cunt before he reached his climax.

You felt the contraction of your walls around him as he drenched his balls inside of you. His grip on you loosened and his dick slipped free from your grasp before deflating onto his thighs.

You whined from the sudden withdrawal and the muscles of your walls relaxed. There were still remnants of his cum that was sticking between your thighs but you would deal with that later.

Miguel kissed the top of your forehead before letting out a deep sigh. You both lay together in each other’s embraces, basking in the afterglow with your breaths merging together.

Amidst the tranquil intimacy, your stomach let out an unexpected growl, reminding you that you skipped dinner.

Miguel chuckled softly, “So, have you still lost your appetite?”

You huffed. “Well it’s suddenly back now that I’ve worked it up in other ways,”

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⍣ ೋ one night

˚ · . kyojuro rengoku x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ implied major character death, implied pregnancy, unprotected sex, love (hickies and biting) marking, more angst than smut, crying during sex, commited relationship but no marriage

one night i will be the moon hanging over you spilling all over your body covering all your wounds

"kyo.." you sigh out, head dipped back to give the flame hashira more access to the sensitive skin of your neck. he peppers gentle kisses, occasionally sinking his teeth in to mark his proclaimed territory over your collarbone or shoulder.

your face heats up when his hot breath fans over your skin, his wet tongue suckling onto skin he has yet to claim, leaving purple marks in his wake.

his hips grind against yours, his right hand grabbing at the supple flesh of your ass, enjoying the way it feels in his hand. the hairs at the base of his dick rub harshly against your clit, earning a satisfied mewl escaping from your lips.

his cock tip glides along your g-spot for the nth time, purposing aiming and pushing against it to make you lose you're mind. you can't deny he isn't, afterall, every thrust your back is arching off the futon, hand clawing at the bare skin of his strong back, calling out for his name like some bitch in heat.

he's good. he's so good. not just in bed, but also as a man—he's good. he's good with old people, he's good with children, he's good with you. amazing even.

you smile softly at the thought, your eyes distantly staring up at the ceiling. he is good. maybe the only good one for you. no—he is. he is the only one for you. he's the only one who knows all of your secret tickle spots, the only one who remembers the tiniest of details, like how you prefer mango over peach when it comes to dessert.

he's so good to you. he puts up with your attitude and never fails to make you feel good when you feel like shit, always reminding you how much of a special person you are, how you've saved so many lives, how you are the most special person to him and always will be.

rengoku's hips come to a half when he hears a soft sniffle. his eyes dart up to your face, eyebrows arching when he sees the tears that run down your beautiful face. rengoku instantly brings his attention on you, preparing to pull out only to be stopped when you grip onto yours shoulders.

"n-no, it's o-okay—" you mumble out, wiping away your tears with a hand. "what's wrong?" he asks softly, his palms rubbing soft circles into your belly. rengoku chews on his bottom lip when you hesitate to respond, various answers or solutions racing through his mind.

you rush to wrap your arms around his neck when you feel him slip his cock out, startling the flame hashira. "no! i want you," you cry out into his shoulder, inhaling his soothing scent.

rengoku chuckles at your clingyness, his arms wrapping around the small of your waist. his eyebrow raises when he feels the your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, alligning the tip with your gaping cunt.

you both moan in unison when his cock is swallowed up by your tight walls, his hips slowly building up rhythm again. rengoku's hips stutter when he sees a tear slip out of your waterline, still concerned for your wellbeing, but his concern is short-lived when your filmy eyes shut at the feeling of his cock tip pressing against your cervix.

rengoku leans down to encapture your lips with his own, his tongue dancing passionately with yours. a low groan leaves his throat, only to be swallowed up by your soft lips.

he only pulls away when he feels the knot in his stomach begin to unravel, his palms gripping on the sides of your hips as he does his best to resist coming before you. his golden eyes stare intently at your face through his thick eyelashes, watching the way your adorable face contorts erotically with pleasure.

"i love you, y/n." he declares, his mouth twitching upwards when your walls tighten around his cock as you orgasm. "hah—i l-love you kyojuro..!" you moan out, your hands digging into his broad back as you ride out your orgasm.

rengoku soon follows, his hips slamming into yours once more before he spills his load into you with a gutteral groan, his body trembling on top of yours.

the room is silent, the only noises being your shared quick breaths and the flickers of the candlelight.

rengoku rests his head on top of your chest, his eyes fluttering closed to the soothing lull of your heartbeat. your head tilts towards the window, eyes glued to the shining moon while your hands softly caress rengoku's scarred back.

"please don't die, kyojuro," you whisper softly, your palms stilling on his back. you figure quickly that your whisper will go unheard, hearing rengoku's soft breathing.

you pray to the gods he doesn't die. but it's like the gods don't exist anymore, as a couple days later, you are given the news that rengoku was killed during the mission he left for following the last night you two spent together.

unbeknownst to the two of you, he wasn't leaving behind just you.

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[onlyjaeyun]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 – 𝟐𝟒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞

⤥ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⤥ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔

⤥ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟗.𝟕𝐤

⤥ 𝐜𝐰: 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝟑𝐱, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 (𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡), 𝐜𝐡𝟎𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝟏) 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞

⤥ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐀 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤.

You can’t actually remember the last time an outing with your friends didn’t end with a visit to your apartment. No matter where or when, they somehow always find their way back to your home and since you and Riki had decided to move into the same apartment complex as your boys, your flat has become the ultimate hangout spot.

Usually Sunghoon’s the first one to say his farewells and leave, simply because he doesn’t want to spend too much time with you, but also because he’d rather have his best friends have a good time than enjoy it with them.

However, this night is different.

For some weird reason, a lot of things didn’t go the way they usually have and as his eyes almost anxiously roam the interior of your hallway, Sunghoon feels this weird sense of comfort hit his nerves.

He’s only been to your new apartment once ever since you moved in almost six months ago, and the reason for that was your brother’s constant nagging about his best friend and mentor needing to meet their new cats.

All those weeks ago, Sunghoon had refused to stay longer than an hour, despite his knowledge of the fact that you wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. Being in your home didn’t feel right. Not without you walking around in it.

Sunghoon lets out a deep sigh in hopes of getting rid of some of the tension in his muscles because he’s currently dealing with the consequences of his own decisions, yet the urge to turn around and just walk back to his own apartment becomes overwhelming.

Riki knows that no matter how much they hate each other, neither you or your archenemy would ever deny him any request, so when the young hockey prodigy had asked whether you and your best friend could join in on the night out, Sunghoon simply didn’t know how to say no.

So that’s how the young man found himself at a random barbecue restaurant, paying for not only his friends but your drinks as well, wondering if you finally feel better or not all while munching on something his friends had put on his plate.

Throughout the whole dinner, Sunghoon remained silent. There was just nothing he deemed important enough to bring up, so he sat back and listened to the rest of you.

With every single one of your giggles and smiles, the sight of your new set of nails and lashes, this heaviness on his chest had started to subdue and before he could even realise it, Sunghoon caught himself listening to one of your girls’ night stories and being genuinely invested.

Asking if you ended up beating that random girl up had started burning on the tip of his tongue but after he had unintentionally chuckled at a few of your jokes, Sunghoon forced himself to keep it down.

He still hates you. However, he’s not some weird empathy lacking monster the way you love to portray him as and even if a whole week had passed since the last time you had been together, Hoon just couldn’t get over the sight of your tears and sound of your sobs.

He hates how much he’s been thinking about your emotional wellbeing. Whatever’s going on between the two of you was supposed to be physical, a way to get rid of his tension and frustration, something to take his mind off of things; an easy way out of his daily routine, nothing else.

So why did it make him so..uncomfortable to see your tears and listen to your painful sobs? Why was he so stressed when you had refused to let him turn you onto your back and why did he feel genuinely upset when you told him to fuck off after he had gone out of his way to ask if you’re okay?

Sunghoon has yet to find the answer to all of these questions and after almost a week of forcing himself to forget about your existence, he’s now stuck in a situation he could have easily prevented if he only knew how to say no.

To his luck, you had made sure none of the boys stayed too long since you still had to pack for your flight the next day, making him feel relieved as he takes off his leather jacket, casually revealing his toned arms and letting out another soft sigh when he notices something tiny and dark in the corner of his eye.

As soon his gaze falls to the floor and meets the sight of one of your newly adopted little kittens, Sunghoon forgets about the chaos in his head for a few minutes and before he can scan his surroundings to make sure you’re not around, he scrounges down and holds his hand out with a big smile on his plump lips.

It takes you a full blown moment to process the current scenario unfolding right in front of you, as Kawa, the shier and more hesitant one of your twins casually nuzzles his tiny face against Sunghoon’s palm after giving it the shortest sniff you’ve ever seen him do.

For some reason you can’t help but be surprised because this is only the second time the kitten has been around the faux blonde, yet doesn’t seem to feel anywhere as scared or uncomfortable as he normally does around strangers.

You attentively watch Sunghoon petting Kawa, his little purrs echoing in your empty hallways as the other ones have made their way into the living room already, leaving the two of you alone.

And as your eyes slowly roam his veiny hands before they find their way to his strong arms, you actually catch yourself craving the feeling of his skin underneath your fingertips.

You hate admitting how much you want him to make you feel good again, despite the fact he hasn’t actually hit you up again since your mid-fuck mental breakdown and the fact you’re not even denying your hunger has definitely taken its toll on your ego.

You’ve tried your very best to ignore how much your lack of physical intimacy with Sunghoon these past few days, especially since you’re quite sure he won’t bother to hit you up ever again after witnessing such secondhand embarrassment.

No matter how much you despise him as a person, you can’t and won’t deny just how good of a lover he actually is. Sunghoon just knows exactly what to do and how to touch you to make you feel good and after getting so used to his touch, you’re definitely not too proud to admit how much you’ll think about how good he’s made you feel. None of your previous intimacy partners or boyfriends had ever managed to make you cum as effortlessly and easily as Park Sunghoon, of all people.

But at the end of the day you’ve accepted your fate and know there’s no point in grieving something you were never destined to have, maybe that’s why it felt as good as it did.

“Can I pick him up?”

The sudden sound of Sunghoon’s voice brutally pulls you back into reality and with jolts of embarrassment rushing through your system, you force yourself to look up at him and actually meet his gaze.

“Sure”, is the only thing you say before you finally make your way into the living room and get comfortable on the floor right in between your brother and your best friend.

It doesn’t take Sunghoon longer than a minute to follow you, his sudden presence in combination with your little kitten on his arm pulling the whole group’s attention on himself, allowing you to sneak a few more quick glances.

There’s just something about Park Sunghoon that makes your whole body heat up in the worst, yet most satisfying way possible. His strong, toned arms on full display because of his sleeveless shirt, a choice you’d usually question especially considering the current season and weather situation, but as someone who basically grew up on the ice rink, you’re not surprised about his immunity to the cold.

With a soft sigh your eyes slowly fall to his plump lips, his little fangs peeking out as soon as one of the boys make him laugh and before you can even realise it, Tsuki rams her elbow into your side and stares at you in disbelief.

“Did you just smile because he started laughing?”

Her words leave you completely speechless because yes, you actually did what she has just accused you of.

“It’s official”, you whisper and turn your whole body away from the young coach, “I’m losing my mind.”

“Over some dick? It can’t be that good, my love, be honest with me”, your best friend’s words are honest and true, yet also quite slurred as the three bottles of soju have finally spread in her system and therefore turning her into unhinged and very loud company.

To your luck all of the boys are too mesmerized by the kittens and too drunk to pay any attention to your little meltdown, except for Sunghoon.

He can’t explain it, yet whenever you’re staring at him, it’s like he can feel it in the pit of his stomach and as he watches the way you bury your face in your best friend’s neck as you both burst into a row of high pitched giggles, a mixture of annoyance and anger starts boiling in his blood when he realises how he actually doesn’t mind seeing you so happy and careless.

Without wasting any more time and energ on these new emotions, Sunghoon simply shifts his attention back to the boys and to his luck, he manages to engage in their random conversations rather quickly.

The following two hours are filled with little games and lots of laughter, silly jokes and rather interesting discussions, mostly between the triplets who have slowly started becoming more and more irritated as the lack of sleep caught up on them.

By the time you come back with your third glass of wine of the night, you’ve successfully put the younger boys to bed, making sure they’re firmly tucked in and even giving them all a forehead kiss knowing you probably won’t get the chance again for the next two weeks.

As you get comfortable next to Jaeyun, you’re sat right across from your favorite person (not) and the urge to stare at him has become absolutely unbearable. This time however, you’re adamant about blaming it on the little alcohol in your system. The way you’ve been doing every single time you’ve found yourself in a situation like this with him, of all people.

“Let’s play truth or dare”, Jongseong suddenly shout-whispers, his enthusiasm not matched as you all collectively decide to just shoot him a side glance and ignore his suggestion.

“You guys are so fucking lame”, he pouts and throws himself back on the couch before he jumps on his feet in the same second and goes to look for a bottle to spin.

For some reason none of you actually bother to protest when your best friend comes back with the very much needed item, casually placing it in the middle of your little coffee table and quickly spinning it.

“This is so boring, Jong”, Heeseung complains and pulls his girlfriend closer against his body, loving the new found freedom of being so openly affectionate agter having to be subtle about it for so long.

“Shut the fuck up”, Jaeyun suddenly says and sits up, his srm still firmly thrown over your shoulders as he pulls you with him and with a quick roll of your eyes you accept your fate yet again.

Despite your initial lack of enthusiasm, you all end up having much more fun that you could have expected as the boys casually force each other to admit some of their secrets.

To your luck, the bottle has yet to point in your dorection and as your friends become less hinged with their requests and questions, you can’t help but get a little anxious at the thought of the possible things they could request or ask about.

You’ve definitely noticed the burning gaze in your side this past hour but for your own sanity’s sake you’ve decided to just ignore him. There’s no point in getting worked up about something that won't happen and doesn’t matter anyway.

You don’t actually want Sunghoon, per se, you want to cum without having to do anything for it and since he’s been the only guy to achieve just that, you basically want that ability of his, not him as a person. And you definitely, absolutely do not want him to kiss you again because his lips and the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth have never once left your mind for the past week.

“Y/N, babe”, Jong says and nudges your thigh with his knuckles, pulling you out of your forbidden daydream and as soon as your gaze meets his, he nods towards the bottle to let you know it’s actually your turn now.

“Truth or dare, pretty girl?” Heeseung chuckles and takes a sip from his bear, his hand firmly placed on your best friend’s thigh as he waits for your answer and with a soft sigh you mumble a quick ‘dare’, not ready to answer any intimate questions in the presence of your archenemy.

“Oh? We’re starting off strong, hm?” Jaeyun smirks, all three boys looking at each other with shit eating grins on their faces and that’s the exact moment you realise you fucked ul.

They’re going to make you do something awful and knowing them, they will get what they want, no matter what.

“I want you to sit on Sunghoon’s lap until the bottle points at you again”, Heeseung then says and starts laughing as soon as he watches both your and Sunghoon’s jaw hit the floor

“No fucking way”, the faux blonde is quick to protest, his hands balled into fist as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat and with your eyebrows arched in shock you simply shake your head.

“You have no speech right, Sir”, Jong spits back at his best friend, all eyes remaining on you and before you can stop yourself, you turn to look at Sunghoon, too overwhelmed by a request so bold.

“What if I don’t want to do it? Because I’d rather shit in my hands and start clapping for an hour, if I’m being honest”, you say and chug down the remaining wine in your glass, jolts of excitement and heat rushing through your veins and as soon as you give them their names, you furrow your brow in utter confusion. Why the fuck are you excited about the possibility of sitting in his lap?

“If you don’t want to do it you can also choose to tell us the reason behind your fall out ten years ago”, Jaeyun says and looks at you with raised eyebrows, all three boys knowing you’d never drop a bomb that big at such a random moment and before you can even overthink anything, you simply get on your feet and make your way to Sunghoon, who has yet to understand what the fuck is happening.

“You can’t be fucking serious”, he spits and looks up at you with flushed cheeks and bir swollen lips, a sight you’ve grown so used to because of the uncountable amount of hours he’s spent with his face buried between your legs.

“Stop being a whiny bitch and lean back”, you hiss and push him to lean against the back of your couch before you get yourself comfortable on his lap, purposely turning your back on him and skillfully ignoring the heat pooling in the deepest pits of your stomach.

“She actually fucking did it”, Jongseong says in utter shock, “you really don’t want us to know.”

“Go get fucked, Jay”, you say and raise your middle finger in the direction of the other two boys who have yet to stop staring at the weird sight of you so close to the one man you’ve avoided to even look at for years.

“I can’t lie, y’all actually are very visually pleasing together”, Heeseung comments and shoots you a cheeky smile, only for his girlfriend to slap his arm with a pout on her pretty lips.

“Stop teasing them, you’re being mean”, Tsuki scolds not only Seung but also the other two boys and before anyone can say anything else, you move your body forward to reach for the bottle.

It’s then that you take notice of the slight bulge underneath you and with your eyes slightly widened you quickly pull your bottom lip between your teeth and desperately try to hold back a whimper from escaping your throat.

The urge to just grind against him slowly becoming unbearable but luckily the boys don’t give you the opportunity to lose yourself in those urges ss they start cheering when the tip of the bottle points to Jongseong for the nth time within the past hour.

For the next few minutes, Sunghoon remains completely silent. Overwhelmed by feeling of your body so close against his and the warmth of your cunt so unbearably close to where he’s been needing you the most and if it wasn’t for his well established self control, he would have bent you over the coffee table and fucked your brains out twice already.

It doesn’t matter how much he denies it, because at the end of the day his own words have finally bitten him in the ass as he realizes that his body will forever betray him.

Because here he is in a room with his best friends, forcing himself to ignore his raging boner and the hypnotizing scent of your perfume in his nose.

Your constant squirming and accidental touches against his thighs just seem to make everything worse and when you obviously refuse to stop moving for no reason, Sunghoon subconsciously reaches for your thighs and makes sure you know not to fuck with him.

He’s unhinged and he doesn’t actually give enough fucks to keep what’s been going on between the two of you a secret and you know it: he will fuck you in front of your friends if you don’t stop playing with his patience.

“Fucking finally”, you suddenly say and jump off of his lap, the unexpected lack of skinship eliciting a deep grunt from his throat but to Hoon’s luck his best friends are already too wasted to notice.

“What a shame, you two looked so cute”, Jaeyun faux pouts and blows you both a kiss when you turn into a choir to tell him to shut the fuck up.

“Park Sunghoon”, Jay cooes and reaches for his best friend's chin, “truth or dare?”

Before he can actually process what’s currently going on, Hoon shoots back with a quick ‘truth’ followed by the feeling of instant regret.

“Tell us the real reason why you beat up Jaemin”, Jay says and chuckles, no realising the weight his question comes with and for a moment you find yourself staring at your best friend with furrowed brow and confusion written all over your face.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Jongseong?” Sunghoon presses through gritted teeth, his body so tense you can see every single one of his veins popping up underneath his fair skin.

His reaction just irritates you even more because there’s absolutely no way this can be true.

Why the fuck would Sunghoon, of all people, beat up your ex boyfriend?

You knew it had to be one of your boys and to your defense, you never gave it another thought, simply because you didn’t want to torture yourself.

“Oh fuck”, Jay suddenly says when he finally realizes what he’s just said, his eyes quickly meeting yours but after years of knowing each other, you’ve become a pro at reading your friends’ facial expression and the longer your gaze jumps from one boy to the other, the more you feel approved in your gut feeling.

Jay wasn’t lying or joking.

Sunghoon really did beat up Jaemin. With a bat. Not only did he beat him up, he actually broke several of his ribs and his wrist, all while making sure you received an actual apology and scaring the young analyst enough for him to not file a report against him.

“What the fuck is he talking about?”

This time, you don’t even bother looking for the answers in your best friends’ faces as your eyes meet the gaze of your archenemy.

A mixture of anger and annoyance gleaming in the brown of Sunghoon’s eyes, yet again giving you an answer without using any words.

“Stop looking at me like that, you stupid fuck”, you suddenly spit and get up from your spot on the floor, a weird mixture of anger and satisfaction filling your chest at the thought of finally knowing who got your revenge, but forcing yourself to focus on the actual person rather than his actions.

“Explain yourself. Right fucking now.”

“Get the fuck out of my face”, Sunghoon grunts and imitates your reaction, easily hovering over you and you hate how good he looks with his messy fringe falling into his flushed face.

Is he flustered?

“I don’t owe you shit”, he proceeds and attempts to move away from you and towards the door, but you’re definitely not going to let him run away the way he loves to when it comes to taking responsibility for his actions.

It just doesn’t make sense as to why he, of all people, would go out of his way to do something..for you?

“Don’t you dare to fuck off right now”, you say and look up at him with glossy eyes, furrowed brows and your pretty lips pressed into a thin line, the sight so tempting, Sunghoon has to physically hold himself back from actually kissing you again.

He hates you. He doesn’t give a fuck about you or the things you want. All he wants is to finally bury his face in your cunt again, that’s it.

Sunghoon doesn’t owe you or in fact, nobody an explanation and he won't give in just because of his best friend’s big mouth.

At this point Hoon’s skillyfully ignoring the fact that he actually doesn't know why he did what he did but he’s aware that there might be more behind his casual urge to put people into their place. But there’s no way he’s going to give you the satisfaction of hearing him say those thoughts out loud.

“Back the fuck off, Snowflake”, Sunghoon says firmly and that’s when you realise just how close you are to him, the tension thick and heavy in the silence lingering in your living room.

You can feel the boys’ and tsuki’s gazes boring into your side, but for the first time in over a decade, you’re determined to keep your attention on nobody but Park Sunghoon.

“Just once”, you suddenly say, reminding him of the words he had said to you on Jaeyun’s birthday, unsure whether or not he’ll actually be decent enough to give you the answers you’re demanding, “be fucking honest with me for once. Did you beat up Jaemin?”

When the roles were reversed, Sunghoon had wondered how easy it was for him to convince you to speak up but as his eyes nervously roam your soft features, he physically can’t stop himself from nodding in response to your question; pushing himself into your position from a few weeks ago.

“What the fuck?”

Your voice is laced in genuine confusion but the gentle gleam of satisfaction and excitement in your eyes claim the opposite.

When Sunghoon had listened in on his friends’ conversation about your ex boyfriend and the things he’s apparently texted you, he somehow felt the urge to just give him a piece of his mind and before he could actually overthink it again, he found himself outside of Jaemin’s work building, patiently waiting for the young analyst to make his way home.

To his luck, he never actually recognized him, but Hoon had to make sure that gutless fucker kept his name out of this whole shitshow and focus on the task on hand. He never meant to go as hard as he did but the more he thought about the things your ex-boyfriend had said to you, the angrier he became and after getting too invested, Sunghoon had decided to just take a step back because there’s absolutely no reason for him to be so mad and angry at Jaemin.

He doesn’t give a fuck about you, never has with any of your previous wannabe lovers and never will, but this time he let his instincts take over rather than his rational thinking. Sunghoon isn’t quite sure as to why exactly he did it but he knows for sure it wasn’t because of any emotional reaction.

“I did it because I wanted to, don’t read anything into this”, Hoon suddenly says and rolls his eyes at you, yet adamantly refuses to look into your eyes, “it’s been weeks now, so please don’t make a big deal about it.”

“A big deal – are you fucking mental? You beat up my boyfriend, broke his wrist and his ribs!”

Maybe it’s the sexual frustration or lack of satisfaction, but for some reason you physically can’t stop yourself from pushing Sunghoon’s buttons. Usually you don’t think too much about the things he says, just snap back and turn him off whenever he starts annoying you, but this time is different.

You want him to react to your words.

“He’s your ex-boyfriend, you stupid fuck and big news! I even used a hockey bat”, he suddenly spits back at you, the tip of his ears tinted in a deep shade of red as the anger you had aimed at starts spreading in his system.

There’s just something about Park Sunghoon and his anger which never fails to turn your panties into a soaked mess.

Tomorrow morning you’re definitely going to hate yourself for all these thoughts but right now the only thing you genuinely care about is how good Sunghoon looks with his brows furrowed and his plump

lips pressed into a thin line.

“Okay, guys, how about we talk about this when we’re all sober to make sure nothing happens”, Jaeyun suddenly says and it’s then that you realise just how long the two of you have just been staring at each other.

With a scoff you turn away, annoyed because of your body’s reaction, annoyed at the fact your friends knew about Sunghoon’s actions and confused because regardless of it all, you physically can’t get yourself to stop thinking about fucking him. The worst part about it being how your brain constantly creates the mental image of him underneath you, a position the two of you have vehemently refused to try simply because you’re not ready to give him the satisfaction it comes with.

You still remember how Hoon had asked you to ride him multiple times, only for you to refuse him every single time. There’s just something so intimate about having someone underneath you and from quite a few conversations with your best friends you know this might be a rather unique opinion, you’ve always waited until you actually felt wanted and desired by your partners until you had decided to give them the experience of giving their control to you.

After so many years and several sexual encounters, you’ve now found yourself in the dilemma of whether or not to just pull him to the side and tell him to meet you at his car later tonight or just drop the whole thing and not waste another minute thinking about it.

“I’m out”, Sunghoon suddenly hisses and shoots you a quick glance of distaste and annoyance, “see you guys around.”

“Yeah, fuck off, you coward”, you reply almost instinctively, receiving nothing but a middle finger in response and with your bottom lip firmly pulled between your teeth, you just turn around and basically run to the balcony in hopes of drowning your arousal in nicotine to finally get rid of it.

Once you’ve finally said your last farewells to the boys, Tsuki giving you a tight hug and a huge kiss on your forehead on her way out, you find yourself recklessly tossing and turning around in your bed.

Thoughts and mental images of Sunghoon, his moans, his words and his voice, his touches and the way he never fails to push you to the edge with just a few flicks of his tongue have basically engraved themselves into your brain and after finding out about his relation to the whole shitshow with your abusive ex boyfriend, you can’t help but feel the actual to show him your gratitude.

Never in a million years could you have prepared yourself for thoughts like this. You don’t even like the guy, so why the fuck would you ever bother making sure he knows you’re grateful for what he’s done. Especially when the reason for his decisions and actions probably has nothing but selfish intentions.

Every now and then you find yourself on his chat, contemplating whether or not to just text him but with all three boys soundly asleep down the hallway, you know he would never come up to actually see you.

On top of that, you’re pretty sure he’s firm on his decision to not get involved with you again, regardless of his body’s reaction to you just a few hours prior.

As the clock strikes three, you give up and decide to take matters into your own hands. After your little breakdown, you didn’t even hesitate to order yourself a new vibrator because you knew you’d be back to taking care of your little problems yourself, so with a soft sigh you reach into the bottom drawer of your nightstand and pull out the little silicone toy.

However, as if destiny had just waited for this particular moment, Sunghoon’s contact name suddenly pops up on your phone screen and with your brows furrowed in confusion, you pick up his call way too fast.

“Don’t even bother yapping”, he says calmly, his voice hoarse and raspy, “just get your ass to my place. Jaeyun went over to stay at Jay’s place because they wanted to play games. Don’t make me wait, Snowflake.”

Sunghoon doesn't give you the opportunity to reply as he hangs up and throws his phone to the other side of his bed, jumping up to make himself look presentable – a thought he has yet to accept but as he washes his face and actually brushes his teeth, he simply can’t get himself to actually care about it.

The past two hours felt agitating. After you’ve successfully managed to make him hard with just a single touch, he’s been trying everything in his book to just cum only to fail miserably every single time.

He’s always wondered why other guys struggled to make you cum, labeled it as a women problem and went on with his day because never in his life has he experienced something like this. The fact he’s only ever crossed the finish line with your pictures on his phone screen or the little voice note you had sent him a few weeks ago during one of your steamy texting sessions has slowly turned into his biggest nightmare.

He’s a fucking man, for god’s sake. There’s absolutely no reason why he should struggle as much as he does yet here he is, patiently waiting for you to actually take him up on his offer.

When he had finally made the decision to give you a call, Sunghoon wasn't sure if you were even going to pick up because even if you didn’t seem as bothered and angered by his actions as he had expected you to be, he couldn’t help but doubt his ability to read your body language.

However, you picked up his call and didn’t try to contact him afterwards, which is his only indication of a possible night with you.

The mere thought of your sweet juices coating his tongue have him reaching for something to stabilize himself; he hates how much he actually likes your little pussy but he’s never been one to discredit what makes him feel good.

As the minutes pass and feel like hours, Sunghoon can’t help but wonder if he actually misread your body language, a wave of shame and embarrassment quickly overwhelming him and as he realises that he’s literally waiting for you, he struggles to recognize himself.

To his luck, destiny and life have finally come together to save him from self hatred and the torture it comes with as a soft knock on his front door sends shivers of actual anticipation run doen his back.

Subghoon waits exactly half a minute before he swings the door open and finally lays his eyes on your pretty frame. The fact he doesn’t even worry about hiding how much he wants you as his gaze hungrily roams your body, makes your skin heat up and if it wasn’t for your lack of clothes, you would have probably started sweating.

For a moment, neither one of you dares to say a word. The tension is thick and heavy, even worse than a few hours ago because now it’s just the two of you and the unbearable lust that’s been driving you both into insanity.

Sunghoon attentively watches the way you nervously scratch your neck and your reaction to his presence makes it impossible for him to suppress the little smirk sneaking up on his lips.

“It’s only been a week, snowflake”, he suddenly snickers and steps to the side to let you in, the sight of you in his hallway something he’s more used to, feels more comfortable with since it’s rather common for you to be at his shared apartment with Jaeyun, yet this seems to feel different.

“Shut the fuck up”, you say and roll your eyes, you don’t even bother to look back if he’s following you as you make your way to his room, skillfully ignoring the heat pooling in between your legs at the thought of what’s about to happen.

Sunghoon doesn’t immediately respond, mostly because he’s too focused on the way you’re swaying your hips with every step, the tiny camisole you’re wearing is not enough fabric to cover anything and giving him exactly what he’s been daydreaming about for the past week.

However, the second he locks the door to his room, you feel his strong chest pressing into your back, the prominent bulge in his grey sweats firmly nuzzled against your ass as he pushes you against the wall.

“You’re always so quick to bite, Snowflake”, Hoon whispers into your ear and wraps his big hand around your delicate throat, tilting your head back to get a proper look at your pretty face, a sight he has yet to get used to so up close, “I guess it’s time I fuck that little bitch attitude out if you again, hm?”

A soft whimper escapes your throat in response to his other hand finding home between your legs, gently caressing your clothed cunt but still firmly enough to give your clit the relief it’s been craving for way too long.

Your brain is quick to shut off, something you’ve noticed about yourself ever since you’ve started to sleep with Sunghoon. Of all people in this world, your archenemy has turned out to be the only one to make you forget about everything that’s currently going on in your life.

Maybe that’s why you don’t really hesitate to move your hips against his touch or actually allow yourself to moan his name. No amount of hatred and anger you feel towards him will ever be enough to overpower the deep, flaming lust in the deepest pits of your soul.

“Look at you”, Sunghoon suddenly chuckles and pulls your soaked panties to the side, “all because you sat on my lap for a little. Really? Are you that pathetic, snowflake?” His voice is filled with mockery and faux empathy, something you should have gotten used to by now but every time Hoon talks to you, it’s like he’s singing lullabies.

All you can do is nod desperately. You’ve been too tense, too stressed and frustrated to fight back, and he knows it.

So without an ounce of hesitation, he pulls away and leaves you longing for his touch, desperately, shamelessly. “You fucking bitch”, you hiss and turn around to meet gis gaze, only for the sight of his exposed torso to leave you speechless.

“Oh, no”, Sunghoon cooes and shoots you a shit eating grin, “an I being a big ol’ meanie? Not giving you what you want, hm? Come on, Baby, show me what you’ve got, I don’t want you to hold back with me. Tell me how much you hate me.”

He’s provoking and just as usual he’s doing it way too easily, a reminder of just how much he actually triggers you.

The longer your eyes roam his face, the needier you become and you know it’s because you actually are as easy for him as he loves to claim in front of you, but in no universe are you ready to admit that to him.

“Stop wasting my fucking time, Cunty”, you spit back and approach him with little steps, coming to a halt only an inch away from his strong body, “I want to ride your face and then your cock. You have a minute or I’m gonna go home and fuck myself with my new toy, I really have no patience for your little games tonight.”

Maybe it’s the sound of your vice or your intoxicating scent, but regardless of the reasoning, Sunghoon needs a whole minute to actually process your words.

In the month the two of you have been fucking each other, you’ve always remained very stubborn about your decision when it comes to any type of riding and since he wasn’t going to push you to do something you don’t want, Sunghoon had just accepted your rules and went with it.

However, this doesn’t mean he’s ever stopped fantasizing about you on top of him, riding his cock, his thigh, his face – the mental image of getting the best view of your perfect body has been engraved into his brain in a way he simply can’t explain.

“Hold the fuck up”, he says, his thick brows furrowed in confusion, the prettiest shades of pink covering his cheeks all the way down to his throat, “you want to ride me?”

“You and your face”, you shrug and pretend like it’s the most normal thing of you to ask, when in reality you’re about to lose your mind just thinking about it.

“Stop being so fucking casual about it”, Sunghoon grunts and gently but firmly grabs your face to pull you closer against his body, “the last time you let me do something you had refused to do before you broke down.”

The second you understand the night he’s referring to, you feel shivers run down your spine and with your bottom lip firmly tugged between your teeth, you look up at him.

You expect to be met with an expression of annoyance and indifference, only to realise Sunghoon seems genuinely concerned. You’re familiar with this particular softness in his eyes since you’ve seen it whenever any of your mutual best friends are talking to him, yet he actually hasn’t looked at you like this in over a decade.

“Look, I’m not trying to throw this into your face but that shit actually scared me”, I don’t want you to know how much it worried me, “so, just speak the fuck up for once and tell me what you actually want me to do”, so I never have to see you like that again.

For a short moment, you genuinely consider telling Sunghoon the truth behind your behavior but before you can go too deep, you remember all the times you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

So, with a soft sigh you wrap your fingers around his delicate wrist and never once shift your gaze from his as you speak: “I want to ride your face and I want it now.”

The internal battle of his emotions leave him in a state of confusion because no matter how badly he wants to do exactly what you’ve just asked for, he simply can’t shake off this weird feeling in his gut.

“That night I wanted to feel used so I let you hit it from the back”, you admit quietly, not quite sure why you’ve suddenly decided to change your mind but now it’s too late anyway, so why worry too much about it, right?

“But why?”

Are you guys really having a civil conversation about your feelings right before you’re about to ride his face or is all of this just one of his very vivid dreams about you?

“Because of the whole situation with Fuma and my brother”, you reply, still not really confident about the reason behind your unexpected urge to be brutally honest with Sunghoon, of all people.

However, the following reaction is definitely not what you’ve expected; though you’re generally not really sure what exactly you had expected of him in the first place.

Sunghoon lets out a loud scoff before he guides you to the edge of his bed, the side directly across his big wall mirror, just to drop to his knees and make sure you have no time to protest.

“That was a whole fucking shitshow”, he grunts and hooks his thumb underneath the band of your panties, quickly pulling them down your legs and spreading them apart to reveal your drenched cunt to his hungry eyes, “and you shouldn’t waste another minute thinking about it.”

You’re…confused.

What the fuck is he trying to do?

“Desperate virgins like that little fucker love to shoot against women who are confident in their sexuality because they know they could never, ever handle it”, Sunghoon says against the warm skin of your inner thighs, the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your sensitive cunt sending shivers down body and before you can actually understand what’s going on, you find yourself entering the familiar comfort of pleasure only he’s been able to provide you with.

“The only reason why I – or anybody gets to touch you is because you want it. Don’t let nobodies like that bitch take this away from you”, Hoon is confident as he flattens his tongue and licks a stripe over the length of your soaking wet cunt, humming softly when your sweet juices finally coat his taste buds again, “grow a fucking spine and stand behind the things you want for once in your life, Snowflake.”

This time you can actually hear the slight anger in his deep voice but of course Sunghoon isn’t going to give you the opportunity to respond and just as expected your words die in your throat as he wraps those pretty lips around your sensitive clit and starts sucking the nub into his mouth.

Every single time you let him go down on you, Hoon makes it seem like he’s basically on the verge of starvation. Loud slurping, obnoxious sucking and a row of deep grunts and moans the only noises to fill your ears as you tone out your own whimpers.

It doesn’t take much for your brain to fog up, the skillful flicks of his tongue casually push you deeper and deeper into the sensual haze of your pleasure.

“Don’t fuck with me”, Hoon suddenly grunts and pulls away but makes sure to rub gentle circles into your needy clit to keep you on the edge, “keep your eyes on your reflection. I want you to see what you’re letting me do to you.”

It’s then that you realized he’s probably been talking to you for who knows how long, yet you were way too busy losing yourself in the sweetness of your upcoming relief.

Hoon doesn��t wait for your answer because he knows you’re going to obey to his demand; too fucked out and close to protest.

Every now and then he manages to shift his focus away from the sweetest cunt he’s ever tasted to make sure your eyes remain on your reflection and when you struggled to keep it up at first, Sunghoon is quick to notice the shift in your expression when you seem to understand his intention.

And as he continues to thrust his tongue inside of your tightening hole, you can’t get yourself to look away, the image of your legs firmly dangling over his shoulders, face buried in your pussy and nothing but lust and arousal lingering in your body’s reactions, you actually feel all of those doubts and concerns about your own sexuality vanishing.

This isn’t about him using you. No matter how much Sunghoon eats pussy for his own pleasure, at the end of the night you’re the one who receives the satisfaction because you want it.

This particular epiphany in combination with Sunghoon’s tongue greedily lapping up every single drop of your juices has your head spinning. For the first time in your life you’re actually and genuinely aware who you’re doing this for and you feel a wave of anger wash over you when you remember who, of all people, happens to be the one to push you into this whole thought process.

“There we go”, Sunghoon suddenly chuckles when he pulls away just enough to breathe but still close enough to inhale the intoxicating scent of your ruined pussy, “was that so difficult, Snowflake? Now come on, show me what only I can do to you and cum for me. I wanna see how much you hate me, don’t disappoint me now.”

“No”, you suddenly whimper, your hand finally finding home in his thick hair as you pull on the strands to make him look at you and yet again the sight of Sunghoon with his flushed cheeks, hooded eyes and swollen lips overwhelms you all over again no matter how many times you’ve seen him like this already. The way not only the soft flesh of his lips but als the tip of his nose and the entirety of his chin are coated in your juices remind you of how he’s never, ever exaggerated about his love for oral sex.

“I wanna cum on your cock”, you whisper and brush his bottom lip with your thumb, mesmerized by just how pretty he looks when he’s quiet and ready to do whatever it takes to pleasure you, “and I want you to watch me ride you.”

“Oh? Think you’re smart when you use my own tricks on me?”, he chuckles lazily, his tongue darts out one last time to clean up the mess he’s made before he comes to stand right in between your legs, his own arousal evident in the form of a wet patch on the light fabric of his sweats.

You don’t hesitate to reach for his bulge, loving the way he gently thrusts himself into your fist and as soon as you look up at him with those glossy, needy eyes, Sunghoon knows what you’re thinking.

“Not now, little one”, he grunts and grazes your bottom lip with his thumb before he pushes the digit into your mouth, a soft hiss escaping his throat in response to the wet heat, “let me fuck this one out of my system and then I’m gonna let you choke on my cock for as long as my needy little whore wants, yeah?”

You don't even realize the agreeing movement of your head, too lost in the anticipation of being filled to the brim again but as soon as your ears recognize the gentle mockery in his voice, you bite down on his thumb with furrowed brows.

“Fuck you, Sunghoon”, you hiss and gasp when the only thing he does in response to your little brattiness is to firmly wrap his hand around your throat and pull you closer to his body.

“Oh, you’re about to, Snowflake”, he hisses and you can tell how tense he is just from the way his eyes are burning into yours, “now open that big mouth and stick your tongue out. I want you to cum with my taste on your tongue just how I’m gonna do with yours.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, you follow his instruction and before your brain can actually process it, the warm feeling of Sunghoon’s spit hitting the back of your tongue is the first thing to pull you back into reality.

It’s then that his patience has finally reached its limits and with a few swift motions Sunghoon is quick to take off not only his own sweats but also the flimsy little fabric you dare to call a pajama right after he’s made you straddle his lap.

“Condom”, you whisper against the warm skin of his neck when you desperately start humping his bare cock, your pussy basically accustomed to it after all the nights and even days, mornings you had spent with each other.

“Fuck, you’re right”, Sunghoon hisses annoyed and reaches for the drawer of his nightstand, when all of a sudden you reach for his arm and look up at him.

Now, you’ve definitely done questionable things these past few weeks, fucking your archenemy on a regular basis being one of the weirdest of them, yet for some reason you can’t seem to be having enough of testing your own limits.

You know nothing has changed between the two of you. At the end of the day you still hate him with the darkest and coldest parts of your heart and soul, confident it’s based on a mutual feeling of loathing and anger.

But at this point, after the things he’s just said and the things he’s made you do in the past few minutes, you can’t deny the slight shift in energy between the two of you.

But you’re rather doubtful that just that tiny shift is enough of a reason for you to actually make your next suggestion.

“I want you to raw me”, you breathe and never once shift your gaze away from his, “I’m on the pill and I haven’t fucked anyone besides you, I swear.”

Why would he ever trust you, though? Park Sunghoon has shown you countless times that he doesn't care about you or whatever you have to say, so why should that be different now?

“F-Fuck”, Sunghoon suddenly grunts and is now the one to bury his face in your tits, a nervous habit you’ve taken notice of throughout the past few times you two were intimate.

“Don’t fuck with me, you grumpy loser”, his voice is strained and filled with hesitation but he doesn’t even try to stop you from reaching between your bodies to grab ahold of his thick, throbbing cock, “I’m gonna ruin your life if you give me an STD.”

A soft but genuine chuckle escapes your lips as you shake your head and line the tip of his cock up with your soaking entrance, desperate to finally feel him inside of you.

“Wait, oh – my fucking God”, Sunghoon’s protest surprises you and with your head slightly tilted to the side you wait for him to look at you.

“Hm? What happened, ice prince? Cat got that little tongue of yours?”

“Shut the fuck up”, he bites back and digs his fingers further into the soft flesh of your waist, “I might not last as long because I – never actually fucked anyone without a condom before.”

His confession makes your cunt clench around the tip of his cock and before you can even think about suppressing it, a soft moan rolls off of your tongue, easing some of the heaviness on his chest he wasn’t quite aware of.

Sunghoon hates being vulnerable in general but with you, of all people, it feels like an actual punishment for all the morally gray things he’s done in his life.

“Let’s see just how fast I can make you cum then, hm? I need something to rub into your face after all, don’t I?”

Sunghoon’s brows furrow in response to your mocking comment, a wave of resentment overwhelming his senses but you don’t give him the chance to verbally respond as you slowly lower yourself onto his bare cock.

You attentively watch the way his usually so stoic and sharp features soften, his annoyingly perfect features contorting in pleasure as his eyes roll into the back of his head and his chin slowly falls just enough to leave his lips in the perfect ‘O’ shape.

To keep it short and simple, you’re mesmerized by this new visual and actually regret not opting for this position earlier.

Not only are you in full control but it also gives you the perfect view on him and watching Park Sunghoon, of all people, fall apart underneath you is something you never knew you needed as badly as you did until now.

“E-Easy”, he gasps and throws his head back, every single fiber in his body overwhelmed by the sensation of your hot walls embracing his sensitive cock like they were made for him and him only.

With every single inch, Sunghoon feels his head spinning a little faster, the blood busy rushing in his ears as he loses himself in a feeling so sweet, so good, so relieving, he’s determined to make this moment last forever.

However, you have other plans.

“So big”, you whisper and subconsciously nudge your nose against his, rolling your hips once you’ve finally taken the entirety of his length and feel the last few breaths getting stuck in your dry throat, “I think I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Don’t you fucking dare”, Sunghoon responds quickly because he knows he’s going to lose the last of his dignity if you tighten around him just a little more; he simply won’t last.

“Fuck off”, you shoot back and ignore his pathetic attempts of keeping your hips in place, only for you to move faster and harder on his cock, too needy and desperate to actually care about what he wants.

“N-No, please”, this time Hoon’s voice is laced in desperation, high pitched and breathy, “I don’t want this to end yet.”

What the actual fuck did he just say?

“It won’t”, you whisper against his lips and push your hand away from your hip to finally move the way you need to, skillfully riding him in a proper and steady rhythm, making sure the tip of his sensitive cock hits your sweetest spots with every single one of your movements, “if you beg how i like it I’ll let you fuck and fill me up all night, how does that sound, pretty face?”

Sunghoon knows you’re teasing him. he’s very well aware of the shit eating grin on your lips but he physically and mentally can’t get himself to give a fuck.

The only thing on his mind is how good your hot pussy feels and and badly he wants to stuff you to the brim with his cum. If getting what he wants means to endure some of your stupid comments, he’s more than just willing to take it.

“Fine, fuck”, he grunts and against your lips, “just shut the fuck up and cum with me.”

It’s then that Sunghoon has had enough of your little game as he starts thrusting into your form underneath and without getting the chance to somehow prepare yourself for it, you feel the coil in your lower stomach snap and the first waves of your orgasm drown you in the sweet feeling of relief and pleasure.

Your brain has finally called it quits, hence your body being the one to make the decisions and just when Sunghoon’s thrusts slowly become sloppier, less coordinated and steady, you take his pretty face into your hands and pull him into a needy kiss.

The second your lips meet his, he’s a goner. The taste of your saliva coats the muscle of his tongue at the same moment the constant clenching of your cunt becomes too much, pushing him over the edge.

You don’t even hesitate to swallow every single one of hsi deep grunts and soft whimpers, enjoying the feeling of his mouth sloppily exploring yours a little too much as Sunghoon cums inside of you with three thick spurts of cum, coating the walls of your sensitive cunt in several shades of white.

But he doesn’t stop kissing you. In fact, Sunghoon pulls your face even closer and chases your lips like a man gone mad, desperate and fucked out in a way he’s never, ever felt before.

The sound of your heavy breathing, sloppy kisses and gentle whimpers the only thing to fill Hoon’s room for the next few minutes, but neither one of you actually minds.

“What the fuck”, he breathes and throws himself back onto the bed, his hands caressing your bare thighs as he looks up to you.

“Give me a few minutes and then I’ll get you a towel and something proper to wear”, Sunghoon’s words surprise yet comfort you, the fear of him abandoning you without another word yet again lingering in the back of your mind.

“Or do you wanna take a shower with me? I would love to take you up on that blowjob offer from earlier.”

After almost three hours filled with orgasm after orgasm, moans and high pitched whimpers, way too many profanities and actual decent conversation, Sunghoon watches you leave his apartment with your camisole in your hand, his hoodie covering most of your body and your messy hair falling into your sleepy face.

And in that moment he can’t help but question his feelings for you because there’s no way the person he claims to hate so much is supposed to make him feel as good as you do.

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(A/N: and here she is! the longest ive ever written for CH and ngl i’m actually a little proud. it’s deffo a little different to the previous smut chaps BUT i think still quite CH!hooyn! thank you guys so, so much for your patience and support, love and appreciation. i can’t even put into words how grateful i am. i love and appreciate you all so, so much. 🥺)

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[darkmajesty-xo]

18+ mdni | tw! monsterfucking, fae!izuku, dubcon, smut 𓂺

the veil between worlds is thinnest at years end, permitting traveling between realms. when you wished for adventure and excitement in the new year, you never expected to stumble into a new world. a beautiful grove with exotic wildlife and gorgeous vegetation. and you most certainly didn’t expect to have a spear pointed directly in your face.

“oh! you’re a human?”

Viridescent wings protruding from his back and pointed ears confirmed that he wasn’t.

The freakishly tall stranger drove his weapon into the ground before extending his scarred hand to help you up. Now, standing toe to toe, you got a better look at him.

He was beautiful. Lush leafy locs curled around his tanned face that was lined with emerald markings along his jawline. His verdant eyes resembled the groves budding flowers. The man had plump pink lips that curled into a breathtaking smile, revealing silver tipped fangs, and pretty freckles decorated his cheeks and bare torso.

He wore golden cuffs around his large biceps and a leather holster across his body that held multiple daggers, all varying in size. His lower half was covered with airy trousers that couldn’t have provided much protection from the breezy night air and his feet were bare.

“i— yes?”

“is that a question?”

He smirked a little. Then crossed his palms over the base of his spear to rest his cheek as he watched you.

You looked good— soft and pretty, but you smelled even better. It was an intoxicating scent that teased his budding frenzy.

“Are you not human ?” You ask, more confidently this time. He shakes his head “no” continuing to smirk at you. It was unnerving, especially with his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Well..” you pause, not wanting to offend but still rather curious. “What are you?”

“I’m Izuku” he giggled, eyes glinting with mischief. “But you can call me whatever you’d like, pet”.

Your captor's name was Izuku Midoriya, and he is a faerie. A faerie warrior to be exact. He is the Fae King’s second in command and best friend, and he was only away from the palace due to his frenzy.

A frenzy is period in which a fae is overcome with extreme lust and the desire to breed. Primal instincts take over during this time and he prefers to spend them in solitude to avoid scandal.

This forest is his territory and personal haven granted to him by the royal family. Everything in it belongs to him, including you.

It wasn’t like Izuku to lay claim to another person, but it wasn’t every day that a human tumbles into his domain. He found you fascinating and the bourgeoning call to mate was impacting his lucidity.

He brought you to his forest den— a place where he went whenever he needed to convene with nature. As a forest faerie it was vital to his wellbeing. It was a large cave hidden behind a waterfall. A grand fire pit sat in the middle of the room surrounded by animal furs and soft pillows. There were bookshelves and chests filled with valuables and weapons against the walls as well as a wooden desk covered in notes.

He moved around the cavern pulling off his accessories at a languid pace, his large wings fluttering gracefully behind him leaving a trail of sparkly dust. He muttered casually about the messy state of things but you caught him watching you out the corner of his eye. It was like he was waiting for something.

“Are you cold, pet?” His arms circled your waist, pulling you against his broad chest. The impact made a flurry of sparkles tickle your nostrils, you inhaled deeply and felt yourself sway. “I’ve read that humans are more sensitive to climate than we fae. Here, lie by the fire”.

He moved your body like a doll, easily picking you up to place on a pile of pillows. He laid beside you, one hand trailing up to rest on your hip while his head rested on the other.

He spoke in soft whispers for a few minutes, occasionally sitting up to stretch his wings.

It was getting hard to focus. The rhythmic flutter of his wings paired with his hypnotic voice was putting you in a strange state.

“How do you feel, little one ?”

He was hovering above you, wings outstretched with a sinister smile. With the fire to his back, he looked like an avenging angel, or maybe a demon. But, in your dazed state all you could say was “pretty” and reach for his sparkly wings. They felt like silk. When you pulled away, a layer of dust coated your fingers. Without a second thought, you brought them to your mouth and moaned.

His pupils expanded, completely shrouding his eyes in black.

“That’s a good girl. So smart.” He cooed, leaning down to cup your cheek and press his lips against yours. His kiss burned. Leaving you dizzy and reeling. It felt like your body was on fire, set ablaze by Izuku’s passion.

“A bit warm, my pet?” He smirked against your skin, kissing across your jawline. “Why don’t we take these off, hmm?” He nibbled on your ear, drawing breathy moans from your throat as he removed your clothes. Your body grew hotter with each graze of his fingers. By the time you were fully nude, the heat in your core was so intense that you could only whine his name.

“izuku”

“say it again”

“izuku”

“again”

“izuku”

“once more, my love”.

“izu~~”

He pushed in slowly. Yes, the effects of his faerie dust was more than enough to prepare you for his length. But you were so small compared to him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

Even though his primal instincts screamed at him to ruin you. MATE. BREED. FUCK. Was running on a constant loop in his mind. His hips still rolled against yours slowly. He wrapped your legs around his waist to burrow in deeper. His tip kissed that spongey spot in your slippery pussy. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips, bullying its way inside to taste your mouth. Your hands flew to his curly hair, drawing a grunt and sharp thrust from your enchanting lover. Your cunt spasmed around him. He bit your shoulder to conceal his own moans. Blood pooled in the hollow of your neck and he lowered his head to lap it up. His wings flapped wildly, throwing more dust in the air. His veiny cock pulsed against your velveteen wall, pushing against your cervix to rest against your womb. Izuku pulled away to watch where the two of you were connected. A thick creamy ring formed at the base of his cock with hearty thrust. Arousal poured from you weeping hole resulting in a lewd squelch that echoed against the walls. He pursed his lips allowing a glob of saliva to land directly on your sticky clit. The pads of his thumb worked the swollen bud until you were trembling beneath him. Your sweet cunny clenched tightly around him; it was almost hard to move. Izuku squeezed the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. He wasn't ready to stop fucking you yet.

There was no need to rush, you’d be together forever.

His perfect little pet.

@xogabbiexo , @chaichaiiskai & @hentyehottie y’all better come get one of these.

[concreteangel92]

Letting Go

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: sub!noah, dom/sub relationship, bdsm, oral (f&m receiving) PiV, whipping (kinda) being restrained, praise kink, wearing a collar and lead (not pet play as such but take it as you will)

So after writing my little headcanon the other day (read here) I had to write this immediately, sub Noah just hits fucking different, scratches that itch ahaha hope you all enjoy!!

Tags: @reyadawn @bruisedleftknee @like-a-omen @ladyveronikawrites

MASTERLIST

It wasn’t often you switched roles. Noah was always the dominant one, the one in control, the one who held all the power.

But sometimes he gave that all up to you.

Recently Noah wasn’t himself, he was withdrawn, exhausted and stressed, he was clearly over worked and burntout. Thankfully he’d made the decision to cancel his summer tour and focus on his health and mental wellbeing. Something you were immensely proud of him for.

You were there for him when he needed it. You held him while he cried, stroking his hair and holding him tight to your chest. You done everything you could to take his pain away as best as you could.

Seeing Noah this way, it was no surprise when one night he snapped at you extremely harshly over nothing, he was just letting out his emotions, something he caught straight away. Noah looked so defeated, you gave him a gentle kiss to ease his fears and you saw his soft eyes looking back at you, he wanted to let go completely, he pressed his forehead against yours and said how he wanted to please you, make it up to you, how he wanted you to take over and that’s exactly what you did.

Now you had him naked and tied up with his arms wide across the bed, you wearing one of his favourite black lace lingerie sets, his head was thrown back, letting out low guttural growls as you whipped his chest with your leather flogger.

You’d been using it to run feather light touches across his body with the tassels before bringing it down harshly leaving red marks that no doubt stung, you’d be worried that Noah wasn’t enjoying it, but seeing him hard and heavy against his stomach told you otherwise.

“Did I deserve those harsh words earlier?”

Noah shook his head, that wasn’t good enough so you whipped his chest hard again.

“I believe I asked you a question!”

“No mistress, you didn’t deserve it, I’m sorry”

You rang your fingers gently across his thigh making his cock twitch.

“And now you want me to look after you?”

Noah opened his eyes to meet yours, a true vulnerability in them.

“Please”

Putting your toy down, you crawled between his legs, nails running down his sides as you heard his sighs. He was so hard it looked almost painful, you saw the beautiful vain running up his shaft while his tip was bright red with pre cum already coming out and you’d barely touched him.

You grasped him in your hand and gave a slow, firm stroke which cause his hips to buck upwards. Leaning forward you licked him up and down before you swirled your tongue around the tip.

Noah cried out while pulling on his restraints, you moved one hand into his hip to keep him as still as possible while your other hand continued to gently stroke him at his base and you took him into your mouth hollowing out your cheeks and then moving up and down, still holding his hips down which he was struggling to keep still.

“Fuck…your mouth feels incredible”

You hummed around him and picked up your pace while your other hand reached to gently massage his balls. Noah was a groaning, whimpering mess which had you clenching on nothing, he sounded so beautiful when he was like this.

You pulled your mouth off of him and crawled up his body until you were hovering over him.

“You ready for me my sweet boy?”

Noah vigorously nodded his head.

“Please, please I need to feel you”

You stroked his face gently, letting your thumb dip into his mouth slightly which he sucked onto. You sat up more while grabbing onto his hard length, you waited for Noah to make eye contact with you before you simply moved your underwear to the side and slid yourself down onto him causing you both to moan out.

“You fill me up so perfectly baby”

Praise was Noah’s true weakness, you felt him twitching inside you immediately.

You placed your hands on his chest and started to move your hips, your pace slow at first but soon picking up.

“Fuck yes….I don’t think….I’ll last…. last long tonight”

Noah was so worked up already, his cheeks were flushed red, sweat had formed on his brow, his hair was a tussled mess, you could see tears in the corner of his eyes as he screwed them shut and the groans he was making you could feel in his chest. His hips started to rut up into you and you knew he was close.

“Mistress…I’m going to….

You cut his sentence off bluntly.

“Beg for it”

You slowed your movements ever so slightly, causing him to whine.

“Fuck mistress please, please, please let me cum”

“You going to fill me up like a good boy? Go on then baby, cum for me”

That was definitely what tipped him over the edge as you slammed your hips down onto his faster, he let out a choked cry as tears slipped down his face and his head rolled back as you felt hot ropes of cum paint your walls causing you to moan with him.

You rode him gently while his high came down and when you felt his body relax, you stilled your movements letting Noah catch his breath.

“Oh my god, that was amazing thank you”

You gave him a smile and reached over to the bedside draw and pulled out a collar and lead and waved them in front do him.

“We aren’t done yet pup, I’m going to put these on you and then release your hands”

Noah nodded his head, knowing what was to be expected of him.

You gently put the collar around his neck and hooked the lead to the end of it before reaching over and undoing both of his restraints. Noah let the feeling come back into his arms properly and then you tugged on the lead to bring him up to you.

“You’ve made me very dirty baby, so you’re going to clean me up. Every. Last. Drop”

Noah groaned and you felt his cock once again twitch inside of you. You slowly slipped yourself off of him and rolled onto your back, you pulled on the lead to bring Noah in between your thighs and hooked it under your right thigh so you’d be able to pull him in.

You spread your legs and watched Noah’s eyes dilate. No matter what roles you two played, Noah could spend hours going down on you.

“I’m waiting”

Noah wasted no time and dove straight into your dripping cunt, his mouth attached to your clit first which caused you to arch off the bed and cry out when he started his almost starved attack.

“That’s it baby….clean me up”

Noah dipped his head down and stuck his tongue straight in, gathering both your juices into mouth with no hesitation.

You pulled on the lead to bring his face even closer and wrapped your other hand into his hair keeping him in place, not that he minded from the loud groan you heard and felt on your core.

“Oh my Noah…don’t stop”

Noah continued to eat you out and taking what was left of his own release, once he was satisfied, he moved back up to work on your sensitive bud while he slipped two of his inked fingers inside, setting up a relentless pace.

You felt your release coming, your stomach was getting tighter, your legs were shaking around his head and you couldn’t stop the moans and cries coming out of you. Pulling on the lead even harder, you felt that coil inside about to snap as you grinded into his face.

“Fuck….Noah right there, I’m going to…”

Your words got stuck in your throat as you screamed out while your legs clamped around his head still shaking and you arched off the bed. Noah kept a good grip onto your legs to keep you grounded and carried you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You eased up on the lead so Noah could pull back and what a sight he was, the lower half of his face was completely drenched, his eyes blown and his hair messy from your own hand. He looked beautiful.

You tugged on the lead gently and pulled him into a kiss.

“Thank you baby, you were so good for me, always my best boy”

“I will always be your good boy mistress”

Noah kissed you again sweetly and you removed the collar from his neck and discarded them next to the bed. Noah then cuddled up next to you and you wrapped your arms around him, he rested his head into your chest and you started to rub soothing circles into his hair until he fell asleep.

You knew when he woke up, the roles would once again be reversed, but in this moment, he was your most special good boy who needed to be looked after.

[thecoachingdirectory]

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[gloomwitchwrites]

*stumbles breathless through your door*

I SAW YOU'RE ASKING FOR STORY REQUESTS!!

*fixes the Caps button*

Sowwy!!

Anyway!!

Please can I ask for:

1. Lord of the Rings

2. Bathing (innocent)

3. Thranduil

4. I leave free hand to you. Just some nice relaxing bath with his love (can he his new queen or soon to be) some pampering with hair and skin care, something along those lines. Fem!elf!reader if I may ask that!

xoxo Firelight

That entrance into my ask box is a solid 10/10. No notes. Just perfect.

Technically, I’m not taking story requests, but I am taking headcanon requests for all the fandoms I write for. So, this will fall into the “what are Thranduil’s bathing habits” realm. So like, what he does alone and with a partner. But it’s obviously on the innocent/fluffy/romantic side of things.

Personally, I’m all about a soft Thranduil who knows how to pamper himself and his partner. I've kept this one on the gender neutral side.

Word Count: 585

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Thranduil’s bathing habits when he’s alone:

A bath is Thranduil’s reset. There is no one that attends him during this time. It’s a chance for him to slow down and to let go of the pressures of the day. When I mean that no one attends him, I mean no one. It is he that fills the tub with water. Not one of his subjects. Thranduil uses that time to disconnect and to think only of the task at hand. He is always making choices, giving orders, and overseeing the wellbeing of all. Filling the bath is a moment of peace. There are no responsibilities here.

Thranduil soaks before he scrubs or washes his hair. He will close his eyes, tip his head back, and rest. This could take a few minutes or even ten before he opens his eyes again and begins the process of lathering up some soap.

Thranduil washes his body first before his hair. The soaps and scrubs he uses are always made from ingredients that are found within the Woodland Realm. He is resourceful in that regard. That same goes for his hair. Anything and everything are sourced from the forest, if possible.

Thranduil reads in the bath (if it’s just him).

Usually doesn’t eat but might have a snack. There will always be wine. That’s nonnegotiable.

Doesn’t remove himself from the tub until the water has gone cold. He likes to stay in as long as possible.

Loves a warm towel afterward.

Thranduil’s bathing habits when he’s with a partner:

Similar to how he draws the bath from himself, Thranduil will do the same for his partner. It’s an act of service, but also a way he shows affection. He wants to do it, and he always makes sure to have it done before they can arrive to bathe themselves. He might seek help from an attendant to prepare other items like candles or fetching wine and food, but Thranduil likes to do most of it himself.

Because of who he is and all the things he must do in a day, a bath is his time to reconnect with his partner. During this time, they are alone, and are unlikely to be interrupted. Truly, this is the only time for Thranduil to spend time with his partner since most of his day is spent taking care of his people.

Whoever Thranduil is with, they are not to lift a finger. This is about them, not him, and he goes to great lengths to make that happen. His favorite thing to do is recline in the tub with his partner leaning against him. This way, Thanduil can cuddle them but also take care of them. It’s the best position to wash their body and their hair.

He is prone to gentle touches, almost an absent-minded sort of motion. He does it without having to think about it. Skin against skin is usually what he needs and not in the physical sense of need. Connection is more important here.

Thranduil enjoys conversation but it is not a requirement. Sometimes just being in each other’s presence is enough.

Thranduil will not allow his partner to do anything for themselves while in the bath. Won’t get angry about it but he might have a twinge of attitude if they keep resisting. Thranduil just wants to take care of them.

Will make sure his partner removes themselves from the bath before they grow cold.

Thranduil will insist on drying them himself.

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[wintersongstress]

A — Affection;

In a touch, in a glance, in a simple gesture, you know how deeply Simon cares for you. He hopes you do, because he can’t always find the words but will swallow past the stones of them if you need to hear it.

He would do anything for you, don’t you know that? You brought out some undiscovered need in him to protect and cherish and provide. If he finds you at home laying down in the dark because you’re feeling unwell, he’ll ask if there’s anything he can get for you in the softest of tones. Closing the curtains, bringing you a glass of water and some ibuprofen, he assures you not to worry about dinner or putting gas in your car for tomorrow, he’ll take care of it. If it’s your period cramps, he’ll get out the heating pad and run to the shop to get your favorite snacks and sweets and won’t take it personally if you snap at him over something trivial. Whatever he can do to make your life easier, he will try his best to think of. That’s the best way Simon knows how to show that he wants to take care of you and prioritizes your wellbeing.

In the realm of physical touch, Simon’s hand, in the beginning of your relationship, was not so guided by certainty and purpose as it would come to be. What did it mean, to hold hands and impart kisses? To have his scars traced and his nose nuzzled by the tip of yours?  And when you laid beside him and said his name in the dark like it meant something more? Your soft and flowing affection sent shudders through him each time, and you were so patient and discerning with his bewilderment. Simon came to understand what it was you stirred in him: it was a butterfly trapped inside his chest whenever he was with you. The sunshine and nectar and soft breeze of your tenderness succored his soul and placed him under a foreign spell, and touching you becomes something he cannot help himself to.

He’ll stroke your cheek at times when he finds your face so pretty, he doesn’t know what to do about it. If your hair falls a certain way he’ll reach out and twirl it between his fingers. You’re so beautiful to him, he can’t quite believe you’re real. And that’s what touch comes to mean to him: this is real, I am yours, and you are mine.

[wonnieaura]

THE ULTIMATE SUMMER GLOW UP GUIDE

Wanna glow up this summer? Here are some few tips I’ve put down for y’all to help everyone of y’all have the best summer ever. You’re welcome girlies 🥹💗🫶🏻

Skincare

1. Hydration

- Drink plenty of water.

- Use hydrating serums and moisturizers.

- Apply a hydrating mask weekly.

2. Sun Protection

- Use broad-spectrum SPF 30+ daily.

- Reapply sunscreen every 2 hours.

- Wear protective clothing and hats.

3. Cleansing

- Double cleanse at night.

- Use a gentle, hydrating cleanser.

- Exfoliate 1-2 times a week.

4. Targeted Treatments

- Use vitamin C serum in the morning.

- Apply retinoids at night (if not too sensitive).

- Incorporate a hyaluronic acid serum.

Haircare

1. Hydration and Protection

- Use a leave-in conditioner.

- Apply a heat protectant before styling.

- Wear hats or use UV protection sprays.

2. Styling

- Embrace natural textures.

- Avoid excessive heat styling.

- Use lightweight, non-greasy products.

3. Maintenance

- Get regular trims.

- Deep condition weekly.

- Use a clarifying shampoo once a month.

Nutrition

1. Hydration

- Drink at least 8 glasses of water a day.

- Consume water-rich foods (fruits and vegetables).

- Limit caffeine and alcohol intake.

2. Balanced Diet

- Eat plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables.

- Incorporate lean proteins and whole grains.

- Limit processed foods and sugars.

3. Supplements

- Consider taking a multivitamin.

- Use omega-3 supplements.

- Incorporate probiotics for gut health.

Fitness

1. Cardio

- Engage in at least 150 minutes of moderate-intensity cardio per week.

- Try activities like swimming, running, or cycling.

- Include interval training for variety.

2. Strength Training

- Do strength training exercises 2-3 times a week.

- Focus on all major muscle groups.

- Incorporate bodyweight exercises like squats and push-ups.

3. Flexibility

- Stretch daily or after workouts.

- Consider yoga or Pilates classes.

- Focus on full-body stretches.

Mental Wellbeing

1. Mindfulness

- Practice meditation or deep breathing exercises.

- Keep a journal for reflection.

- Spend time in nature.

2. Stress Management

- Engage in hobbies or activities you enjoy.

- Set aside time for relaxation.

- Connect with friends and family.

3. Sleep

- Aim for 7-9 hours of sleep per night.

- Establish a regular sleep schedule.

- Create a calming bedtime routine.

Fashion

1. Wardrobe Essentials

- Invest in versatile summer pieces (e.g., sundresses, shorts).

- Choose breathable fabrics like cotton and linen.

- Opt for light and bright colors.

2. Accessories

- Use statement sunglasses and hats.

- Incorporate light scarves and jewelry.

- Carry a stylish yet functional bag.

3. Footwear

- Wear comfortable yet stylish sandals.

- Opt for breathable sneakers.

- Ensure proper foot care with pedicures.

[rebelliousstories]

What Did You Say?

Relationship: Norm McLean x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: Yes by @fallout-girl219

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Pregnancy

Word Count: 1,406

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Summary: The whole reason they got married was with the goal of repopulation. That is why anyone in the Vaults gets married. Being married to Norm is a challenge all on its own.

Norm was speechless. That alone was highly unusual for him as he did not get speechless, simply he did not voice every thought that pops into his head. But here he sat, without a thought to voice, and a mouth with which to do it. He did not process the fact that his wife was slowly loosing her smile, and instead of excitedly bouncing, she was shifting nervously.

“What’s going on in your head, sweetheart?” She asked, concerned for her husband’s wellbeing. In the entire time that they had been married, or even had known each other, she had never known him to be this paralyzed.

“Are you sure?” Sure, it was not the best thing to say, but it was the first thing that came to him.

“Of course I’m sure. The doctor checked me a couple days ago,” she moved to hold his hands. “Norm, we’re having a baby.” While she held out hope that at some point he would get excited with her, that hope was draining by the second.

“And it’s mine?” Again, it was not the best thing to come out of his mouth because her look turned sour really quick.

“Are you accusing me of something, Norman?” Her voice was no longer sweet; this was a dangerous growl.

“No, no. I’m not. I’m sorry. I’m just- we’re having a baby?” He was still not on the same plane of existence as her.

“Yes, Norm. We’re having a baby. I thought you’d be excited, or joyful, or even able to crack a darn smile. What is going on with you?” She was starting to tip over into yelling and their vault doors could only do so much sound proofing.

“No I’m- I mean, yes I… just,” he stammered, “I’m just not sure this is the best time.” He murmured, and began to fiddle with his hands.

“Well, it’s apparently a perfect time according to our bodies. Ever heard the expression, ‘it takes two to tango’? I didn’t make a baby by myself.” It felt like such an obvious observation, and yet, she felt like she was trying to talk to a child.

“I know that, I’m just. I’m not sure I’m fit to be a dad. I’m just gonna-” and he took off. Opening their door, Norm left their little humble home to go off to who knows where. Slouching to the floor, she held her stomach and cried. Sure people got scared to be parents but they did not run out on their pregnant wives while doing so? Thoughts ran wild in her head with Norm gone. Would she end up being a single mother? She knew that divorce was a thing but no one in the last two hundred years had one in the vaults. If someone was a single parent, it was because one parent had died.

Her sobs continued well into the night. Even when dinner time came, she ate alone; staring at the empty seat but a full plate where Norm would sit. She went on with her nightly routine as if nothing was wrong, as if half of her world was not missing. The bed felt too big now without her husband. As she lay in bed, she could not help but to let the tears come once again. She cried herself to sleep without even realizing it, and was only awoken by the morning bell. Her husband’s side was still together, even if she had taken his pillow to provide some comfort for herself.

She went about her breakfast routine, but was quickly sent to vomit when she smelled the eggs and bacon she had prepared. Coming out, nothing looked amiss, and she set about making toast. Toast would be safe to eat.

An executive decision was made for her, by her, to stay in for the day. She could afford a day off with the evening she had. A lot of her time was spent reading, or staring at the door. As much as she did not like him right now, she still loved her husband and wanted him by her side. The notification came through her pip-boy from the doctor about her ultrasound appointment today. It almost felt bittersweet. On one hand, she did not feel like inviting Norm to the appointment with how he was acting. But on the other hand,he was still her husband and the father of her child. He deserved the choice at least.

The forwarded message came across the gear that was on Norm’s arm, and he was shocked. After he ran away last night like a coward, he did not expect this from his wife. Norm saved the appointment onto his pip-boy for later use and scrubbed his hands over his face.

“You alright, son?” Hank asked of his boy, bringing over two mugs. The one with tea was set in front of the younger MacLean, while his dad drank his allotted amount of coffee.

“Just grappling my thoughts. She sent me a notification of a doctor’s appointment this evening, but I don’t even know if she really wants me there.” Norm admitted, fiddling with his hands underneath the table.

“If I remember one thing about your mother, is that during both of her pregnancies, her hormones made her a ball of emotions. You could say the grass was green and she would burst out crying.” Hank chuckled, and took another sip while his son just sat there.

“There was a time where she was so angry with me that I didn’t like the name that she picked for her top name for you, that I was kicked to the couch for two days.” This made Norm perk up.

“So what did you do? How did you fix things with her?” He asked, eager to hear the rest of the story.

“I went with her to your final ultrasound. Didn’t hold her hand or anything, but once we say you fully formed, she reached for my hand and said, ‘Norman, that’s what we’ll call him.’” His dad chuckled as he finished the story, and gained a sad look in his eyes.

“So what should I do?” Norm asked, finally taking a sip of his tea.

“If it were me, I’d go to the appointment. No matter how mad she is now, she’ll be worse if you miss that.” A timer dinged and as they looked for the source of the sound, they realized it was Norm’s pip-boy. Hs reminder for the appointment came up and he dashed out of the door without another word. Norm walked briskly to the doctor’s office, and tried not to run; no matter how much he wanted to.

By the time he got there, he saw her head dip into a room, that he somehow managed to catch. Norm saw her unzipping her vault suit, and rolling up her white shirt when he opened the door. He let out a breath that he did not realize he was holding and came over to help her.

“You came.” She stated, resting her hands on his face.

“I came.” He repeated, holding her body close to his in a crushing hug.

“I’m ready to be a dad.” Norm whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. It made her heart swell to hear those six little words come from his lips. The couple pulled away right as the doctor came in.

“Oh, hello Norm. Here to see the missus and the kiddo?” She spoke jovially, setting down her equipment to get started. Rubbing the cold gel on the mom-to-be’s belly, she held the wand against it to start looking inside. norm remained silent as he stared at the screen with a little black and white mage starting to emerge.

“There they are. That’s their leg, and arm. The beginnings of their head and organs and, oh wait. There’s their head. No, wait.” The doctor spent a minute looking intensely at the screen which freak the MacLean’s out just a little bit.

“Oh, okay. Not to worry.” She spoke finally.

“Why? What’s going on?” Mrs. Maclean was confused and concerned as she tried to sit up, only to be held down gently by her doctor.

“No, everything is okay. There are two heads. You’re having twins. Congratulations.” Once more, she held a happy tone as she went back to the screen. Yet again, Norm spoke without thinking it through.

“What did you say?”

[somber-sapphic]

Fevered Confessions

〖Notes: Sorry guys, just another repost.〗

〖Summary: You fall asleep after a mission and admit something you didn't intend to.〗

〖Word Count: 770 〗

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It wasn't a surprise that you fell asleep. It had been an exhausting battle, and everyone knew that you had been working yourself harder than you should be; going days at a time without sleep, and generally ignoring your wellbeing. The surprise came when you fell asleep on Natasha. 

You’d been swaying in your seat for a little while, trying to keep up with the Avengers conversation when you just couldn’t hold your eyes open anymore. Your body ignored your wishes and you slumped, exhausted, against the assassin, your head landing on her shoulder. 

The woman jumped a little bit but recovered quickly and instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from tipping over. 

“Oh, poor girl,” Wanda noted, shaking her head slightly. They all wanted you to relax, but you seemed unable to. Every so often you would meet another sleepless Avenger and stay with them until they could go back to sleep. For some reason, your presence seemed to calm them. 

“She’s been going non-stop for days now, I’m surprised it took so long,” Bruce remarked, voice full of regret. They were all wishing that they could’ve done something to help you take a break, but they didn’t know how. 

“Nat, you okay?” Wanda asked, drawing attention to the stunned look on the spy’s face. She had always wanted this. She’d wanted to hold you since the minute the two of you met. She’d let herself fall in love with you.

Natasha nodded slowly, seemingly trying to take in what was currently happening. Your head was buried in her neck, burning skin making direct contact. 

She pushed a piece of long hair out of your eyes, getting a little whimper in response. It broke her heart.

She pulled you a little closer, hoping she could provide you with some comfort. You muttered something in your sleep that sounded like ‘don't go’ which hurt Natasha all over again. 

“Shh, shh I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” The woman soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline. You relaxed in her arms, melting into her warm touch. 

Clint had apparently put the jet on autopilot, because he walked out from the cockpit, instantly noticing how you were curled into Natasha’s side. He smiled, knowing very well about his best friend’s crush on you. 

“How’s everybody doing?” Cap asked, appearing behind Clint. You jumped at the volume of his voice and your face screwed up in discomfort. 

“Y/n finally fell asleep.” Tony pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Steve. 

“Tasha? W’as goin’ on?” You mumbled, eyelids fluttering a little. Everyone sighed, and Wanda shook her head at Steve. 

“Nothing Y/n, Steve’s just being a little bit loud. Go back to sleep, alright?” Natasha murmured, running her fingers through your sweaty hair. You rubbed your bleary eyes and sat up, realizing that you were leaning against the woman. 

‘Sorry…sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’m sorry.” Your voice was heavy with sleep, but you were struggling to keep yourself from falling back against the assassin. She was warm and soft and felt so much better than the chills wracking your body. 

“No, no honey please go back to sleep. You haven't slept in days and we’ve still got a couple of hours.” Natasha pleaded, grabbing your trembling hands. 

You blinked at her, confused, and shook your head. 

“Mission,” 

“The missions over, Y/n,” Tony said, trying to pull you out of the feverish delirium. You frowned, looking over at Natasha who was looking at you with fear-filled eyes. 

“What's wrong? What happened? Did someone get hurt?” You asked, not understanding why she looked so nervous. 

“No love, no one got hurt, you’re just a little sick, okay? How about we go back to sleep?” She coaxed, nodding in thanks at Wanda, who wrapped a blanket around violently shaking shoulders. 

You wanted to protest, but your eyes were slipping closed again. 

“Stay?” You sniffled, drooping against the redhead's shoulder. Her heart melted at the genuine request, although there was nowhere that she could go. 

“Of course.” She pressed a gentle kiss on your sweaty hairline, trying to quell the worry that your fever brought. You sighed contentedly at the gesture and moved a little closer.

“Love you, Tasha…” It was so quiet that she wasn’t sure if she heard you correctly. Her heart leaped into her throat and tears sprung to her eyes. 

“I…I love you too Y/n. Now, go to sleep. I’ll wake you when we get home.” You nodded against her shoulder and allowed yourself to succumb to the enticing call of sleep. 

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Till, Iván and sua x deaf reader please i am KNEELING

TILL, IVAN, SUA WITH A DEAF READER !

Includes: Till, Ivan, Sua / deaf reader / gn!reader / fluff / kisses

A/N: I tried to make this as respectful as possible,,, if you want me to change anything lmk !

Sua

You are deaf? that's fine with her. She knows sign language and communicates with you through it!

She wasn't the best at it, though. But through you, she managed to learn more of it.

Some people don't know you're deaf, but she explains it to them.

If they aren't respectful about it, she'll deal with them.

Sua smiled happily at you as she held you close to her chest. You could feel her chest rising up and down. It felt soothing to be this close to her.

Softly running her hands through your hair, she kissed your forehead and then placed her lips to the tip of your nose.

You were so dear to her. You were her love, and she would do anything to ensure your happiness and wellbeing.

Moving her hands towards your chin, she caressed your face with her fingertips.

There are many ways of saying 'I love you'.

Ivan

Unlike Sua, he didn't really know sign language, but he tried to understand you via body language and also writing.

After a while, he eventually learned a bit of sign language.

He's trying his best...

People don't dare to be disrespectful with you because they know Ivan would most definitely beat them up.

"I love you so much, dearest!" Ivan beamed out as he wrapped his arms around you. You could lipread, so you understood what he had said.

You gently separated from the hug, and there was an overjoyed expression in his face. Why was he so happy? Well, he had you, and that made him the happiest he had ever been.

You were the light in his darkness. He loved you, so so so much! He'd make sure you always know how loved you are.

Till

He's trying his best to communicate with you,, and sometimes his best is bad

He genuinely didn't know you could lipread

And he looked very stupid. Before you two started dating, he would say small things like "I love you" in front of you.

You can imagine how he got when he found out you could understand what he was saying.

"You — you idiot..." He paused before continuing speaking. "Does that mean you knew how much I loved you BEFORE we started dating?" He tried not to look so flustered.

Reading his lips, you nodded your head to signal a small 'yes'. How embarrassing was that? You had seen him express his love so openly, and he thought he was hiding it so carefully.

"Just... don't tell anyone. Y'know, they'd tease me about it so..." Till leaned in a bit closer before pressing his lips against your own. "... just stay quiet." a genuine, warm smile spread across his face.