#but it went away after that night and was only kinda tender the next day and now its gone

[lokh]

at what point..... should......... u see a gp for unexplained bleeding and a bit of pain on hormonal iud

[amaya-writes]

You Call Them After A Nightmare Of Them Obey Me Edition

Series Mlist

Notes: I miss Obey Me and I recently used this prompt for another fandom so I decided to just make this a series and do it for every fandom. Will make another part with the other 4.

Warnings: n/a just fluff, one of those rare moments where Lucifer is soft, many petnames from all, Mammon is panicky, calls you princess n stuff, kinda wanted a funny scene for Levi so that's what I went with, also panicky

Characters involved: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Lucifer

"What is it, love?"

He picked up on the first ring. Of course, Lucifer did.

In your panicked daze you hadn't exactly considered what to say to Lucifer had he picked up your call. You just wanted to hear his voice, to know that he was okay and probably holed up in his office again sifting through paperwork.

But how could you actually tell him that?

"Oh- um- it's nothing, sorry I'm bothering you."

The soft scratch of pen against paper previously hung in the background of the call but Lucifer's hand seemed to come to a stop at the sound of your voice.

"You're crying."

It wasn't a question, but a statement that made your previous tears resurface.

"It's nothing."

"Love-"

"I swear, it's nothing you don't have to-"

"I'll be there soon, and I expect an explanation when I get there."

Lucifer cut the call even before you could think of an excuse. The sharp beep of the call ending made you sigh as you attempted to fix up your appearance, but the avatar of pride showed up at your door just as you contemplated washing your face.

He looked livid, to say the least.

But you couldn't find it in yourself to care, not when the only thought echoing through your mind was that Lucifer was here, and safe.

The fact that he looked ready to murder anyone who dared bring his beloved to tears was irrelevant.

"What happened?"

His voice took on a tender tone you would rarely hear from someone like Lucifer. The sound was enough to almost have you balling again, but you reared in your emotions for the sake of his sanity.

"I had a nightmare about you. I know it sounds so extremely stupid and I'm sorry I pulled you away from work but I told you not to come and-"

A sliver of a smile ghosted his lips as Lucifer ran a gloved hand through his hair. He seemed relieved at your words- a reaction you certainly hadn't expected.

However, he switched back to his usual seriousness the second he plopped down on the bed beside you.

"Do you know how many nights I've awoken in a cold sweat after nightmares of losing you?"

A shaky gasp left his lips as he spoke. Lucifer looked almost scared. An emotion you would never associate with the all-powerful demon before you. The mere sight made you instinctively caress his gloved hand in yours as Lucifer continued.

"Honestly, dear, I feel somewhat satisfied you care for me enough to harbour similar fears."

"You didn't think I love you?"

Hw turned to you at the question, slightly shaking his head as he replied.

"I didn't realise how much."

"Oh, Luci."

His nose wrinkled at the endearing nickname, but you didn't allow him a moment to respond as you quickly climbed into his lap.

"I love you, Lucifer. I don't think I've ever loved anyone as much, and I don't think I ever can. And the thought of losing you, no matter how bizarre, makes me feel like I'm losing a part of myself."

You leaned in as you spoke, dropping small pecks on his warm cheeks dusted pink.

"I know we don't do this often, because we don't have to. But I need you to know I'm just as hopelessly smitten by you as you are by me."

"I find that very hard to believe, darling."

Lucifer leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours, taking a moment to drop kisses of his own on your face and swipe at the remanents of your tears.

"Next time, just come to me. At whatever hour, whatever day- if you need me I'm yours, love."

It was rare to see such a soft side of the notorious avatar of pride, his words causing butterflies to swarm in your stomach as Lucifer leaned in for a slow, tender kiss.

Come morning your beloved demon would go back to his strict Tsundere ways, reserving his sweet words and touches for moments that mattered most.

But you were fine with that, because this was Lucifer. Your Lucifer. The demon you had come to love for all his quirks and flaws.

The demon who loved you just as much, even if he rarely expressed it.

Mammon

The soft rings echoing through your room helped provide you some semblance of comfort, however, they could do nothing to quell the anxiety eating away at your psyche.

He was fine. It was just a dream.

Mammon was immortal. He had lived for hundreds of years, he was strong, stronger than most and he couldn't be killed so easily. You knew that, but- but after witnessing that awful, revolting nightmare you couldn't help but rethink those facts.

Because what if?

What if you woke up one day in this God awful Devildom to find yourself robbed of the only being who kept you going?

What if one day your number one demon, your world, your rock, your immortal and incredibly endearing thief of a boyfriend who stole your heart and soul and everything that came with it- was gone?

What if?

The question made you feel like emptying your stomach's contents on your bedroom floor, but thankfully, a familiar voice drafted through the air just as you were about to hurl.

"You finally wanna join me dont ya?"

Mammon!

You could barely hear his voice over the sound of the pounding music playing at whatever gambling den he had snuck out to that night, but there was no mistaking your favourite demon's cocky voice.

You almost screamed in relief at his familiar carefree tone, or you would have if you could just stop the sobs tumbling from your lips the second he spoke.

"Princess? Hey baby what's wrong?"

The thinly laced concern in his voice only served to worsen your mood, your sorrow quickly turning to guilt as you realised how stupid you were acting.

Mammon barely got nights out with Lucifer always keeping a close eye on him and Asmo, and the one night the two brothers decide to go out and party you ruin it with your nightmares.

Stupid, useless, human. The words echoed through your mind, forcing you to hastily reach for your phone and end the call.

You should have known your decision would only make matters much worse, but at the time you just wanted to hide under your covers and run away from the world.

Mammon was safe, and that was enough for now. You could deal with the rest later.

"Which bastard in this damned house hurt my baby?!"

Mammon's yell pierced through the dead halls of the House of Lamentation, jolting you out of your light slumber.

It was a good thing this was one of those rare nights when Lucifer was with Diavolo and Satan chose to party with Asmo, for if the three were at home you would be facing a much more embarrassing situation.

You contemplated leaving your bed to chastise Mammon, but the demon in question threw open your bedroom door just as you sat up in your sheets.

"There you are, treasure. Hey-"

He must have noticed the tear tracks staining your cheeks due to the hallway light, since Mammon quickly shut the door and joined you on the bed a second later.

"What's wrong?"

One of his hands almost automatically shifted to cup your cheek and turn you to him, the gesture causing your tears to resurface. But this time they were out of happiness.

How were you so lucky to find a demon like Mammon?

"Nothing um- I had a nightmare of you and- look I know it's stupid ok I'm sorry you can go back if you want."

"You really think THE great Mammon would leave his baby crying in your bed in the middle of the night?"

You couldn't help the scoff that left your lips at his response. His familiar mannerisms helped eliminate your previous fears, allowing you to collapse against Mammon's chest.

A surprised yelp left him at the sudden gesture, but Mammon still wrapped his arms around you to pull your form further against him. He shifted the two of you under the sheets a moment later, his arms never leaving you even as he moved.

His leather jacket was awfully uncomfortable to lean against, and he smelled of Demonus and his usual cologne strong enough to seep into your sheets.

The two of you would probably wake up with aching sides if you cuddled through the night, and he would spend the morning complaining about not washing off the glitter Asmo dusted on his eyes, which would also stain your pillows.

There were a lot of issues with your current position. But you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

Mammon was here. Beside you, in your arms with his heart beating softly to the sound of your breaths. And that was what mattered to you the most.

Leviathan

You knew he would never answer the call this late.

Levi was known for staying up through the night to spend hours gaming or streaming a new anime. His phone was almost always left on silent, something that Lucifer would constantly chastise the Otaku for.

Yet, as you shivered under your covers with the remnants of your nightmare clinging to your psyche, you couldn't help but hope Levi would defy all odds and just pick up the damn phone.

An annoyed groan left your lips as you shuffled further under your covers. Tears clung to your lash-line, but you refused to let them fall.

He was fine. It was just a nightmare, that was all.

Leviathan. Was. Fine.

"God, Levi, please pick up!"

Your frustrated cry echoed through your cold bedroom, but the only response was another series of rings from your phone.

After trying a final time you found yourself hopelessly collapsing against your pillows just as the first few tears slipped to your cheeks.

Most percieved Leviathan as the introverted Otaku who wasn't nearly as problematic as his brothers, but his position in the army ensured Levi had gathered his fair share of enemies over the years.

It wasn't often that he was called on duty, but when he was you always found your heart clenching in trepidation.

You couldn't lose Levi. It didn't matter if it was simply your dreamland—the mere thought of never seeing your purple-haired love again almost made you race through the halls of the House of Lamentation to seek solace in his arms.

But he was busy, and it was almost three am. And your stupid nightmares would probably seem childish and annoying to an immortal demon like Levi. Which was why as much as you hated it, you couldn't do anything but fall back asleep.

The familiar feeling of a certain demon's tail caressing your face made you hum in comfort. Your previous anxiety ebbed away, allowing your sleep-ridden mind to calm down and overcome the effects of your nightmares.

Only Levi could have that effect on you. Levi, who was supposed to be couped up in his room right now.

The thought made you snap your eyes open to sleepily stare at the demon standing above your bed.

A sharp shriek echoed through your room a second later, the sound causing a small smile to grace your lips as you tugged on Levi's sweater to pull him under the sheets with you.

"What- hey what is up with you!"

Levi sounded more pouty than annoyed, his tone making it clear he had noticed the tear tracks no doubt running down your cheeks.

The two of you remained silent like that for a while, with Levi awkwardly rubbing your back while you tried to get rid of the aftermaths of your nightmare.

"You okay?"

You considered explaining the situation to him, but you were too tired and instead settled on a vague reply.

"I am now."

"Oh. Guess that means I can't go back to-" you whacked his chest even before he could finish, eliciting another yelp.

"Ok, ok- I won't leave."

A pleasant hum left your lips at his reply, allowing you to happily collapse against his chest yet again. This time, however, you could feel Levi wrapping his arms around you.

Your night might have started off with a rough start, but at least you got a rare cuddle session from Levi.

[chowdersinterlude]

Lightning

Denki Kaminari x Reader

Contains: spicy?? , Fluff , fem!reader, jealous!denki, slight humping?

Summary: Your boyfriend denki is always embarrassing you. Asking for kisses every time you guys are in front of the class, but there’s a reason he does.

(Did on paper)

Ever since you kissed him that day, he has NEVER stopped asking

“y/n pleaseee” he looks at you with puppy dog eyes

“Denki! … everybody is looking at us..” your face flushed with embarrassment as bakugou laughs at you two

“So whattt??” He twitches his hands in a motion to grab your boobs, lifting his hands up to them

THWAK, you hit him on his head using the knowledge kendo gave you, making him fall unconscious.

(Thanks kendo<3)

The same event kept happening but as it kept repeating, you noticed something.

Why was bakugou always there?

Why was bakugou only being nice to you?

One thing led to another making them click into your head like puzzle pieces

Denki had noticed before you.

Denki wanted to kiss you out of jealousy

Now that you had it in mind, you’ve set a plan.

The next time Denki asked for a kiss, he prepared for a hit but was surprised to the tender kiss you gave him making him bright red

“I-I thought you were gonna hit me!” He chuckled

“Nope, this time I wanted to kiss my boyfriend” your voice emphasized the ‘boyfriend’ part,

And to that Denki’s focus shifts to behind you, making you turn around.

Bakugou had been leaving.

“Uhm y/n? Could you meet me in my dorm?” His voice in a whisper

“Sorry denk but I have-“

“Please?” He whined in a needy voice look ing up at you.

Good lord, did that have an effect on you.

That night you IMMEDIATELY went to his dorm, the way he said it continuing to replay in your head

Unfortunately coming to a stop when the blonde opened the door to your knocking.

And thank the heavens this man was yours because he was so FINE

“Baby?” He pulls you by the waist into the room

“Hey denk”

“Just being curious, did you notice the bakugou thing to?” He pouts

“Yeah! But I noticed kinda-“

He wasn’t paying attention at all after the first sentence, his gaze purely on your puffy lips move.

Wait what?

He was such a pervert thinking about that in a time like this, he lays back putting his hands over his eyes thinking about his dirty mindset, but you guys are dating so of course your gonna be a pervert to right?

Exactly

You been had stopped speaking when he laid back, taking in his figure with your eyes.

Black shirt, sweat pants, and messy hair? He knew what he was doing, or did he?

Before you knew it you were in top of him

“U-uhm y/n?” His body shudders as you graze the tip of your finger along his jawline

“Y-y/n maybe let’s not do this h-here..? Mmph~ the walls are kinda thin”

Who could ever think this man would be sensitive to your touch and bites on his neck?

“If so, you should quiet down yeah?”

You kiss him hard and passionately, he grabs your hips digging into them while softly whimpering as you slowly rub yourself on him

“Mmph~! Y/n..”

You stop all movements for just a moment to look at what a blushing mess your idiot was.

Just then you heard knocking at the door, of course someone wants to come at a time like this.

“Denki do you have anyone your supposed to have over?” Your gaze back on him

“M-mineta..” his voice faint

“Ugh you idiot..” you say getting off of him

“I thought you were gona leave after..”

“You invite your girlfriend over just to ask one question?”

The knocking grew louder

“Denki!, man hurry up”

You open the door and look down

“Woah, your not denki”

He blushes looking at your features

“Yeah I’m his girlfriend, the idiot is all yours” you scoff and walk away but manage to hear the last thing mineta said

“Denki how did you fumble that bad?”

The next day

You get out of bed yawing and stretching to see a note on the floor by the door

You unravel the small paper to see a message written by the one and only

This time I won’t have anyone over and I will make it up to you by wearing something exactly like last night.

This idiot.

[dudadragneel]

🖤I was thinking of a lee know/yn fic in which he’s had a lot of work lately and he’s tired and down, so he and yn plan a picnic for the weekend.

it’s all sunny and good weather when the day comes, but inside lee know it’s a whole other story. he wakes up like he didn’t get a single hour of sleep, his stomach is tense and his head hurts. he wakes up earlier than yn so he makes breakfast, but it ends up being a bad idea to eat it and he starts to feel it come right up. it’s random cause he didn’t feel nauseous before, but after the ordeal he definitely is and his stomach isn’t only tense, but also tender now.

when yn wakes up she notices sth wrong but lee know brushes it off as tiredness. she eats her breakfast and they walk to the park with their picnic baskets. good, cause lee know doubted he’d have made it through a car ride.

in the park the sun is bright and it’s hot which messes with lee know quite a bit, but luckily by the time they have to eat a soft breeze has started to blow, calming him down.

they eat their food, but lee know has a hard time and that’s when he may admit he doesn’t feel good, but at this point he’d rather stay in the park, so they do. yn knows that lee know doesn’t like worry, so she doesn’t act too soft about it but obviously cares.

they end up looking at the clouds with lee know laying his head on yn’s legs while she plays with his hair, trying to make loose braids. they unbraid quickly since his hair is short but it’s fine. after a bit he starts feeling better so they film TikToks and decide they want to roll down the hill and see who gets to the bottom faster. childish but fun.

but then everything goes downhill, literally, cause spinning obviously was a bad idea for lee know and now he can really feel his tummy cramping harshly. they go back to their picnic blanket to try to calm him down which doesn’t work, and he starts to feel too hot and suffocated while trying to stop the pain in his stomach, which is making it hard to breathe. it almost makes him tear up cause it’s bad, and when it gets even worse he can’t hold anything back, and I don’t mean only tears…

p.s: I feel like lee know and yn should be kinda similar, so it’d be cool if you could make her have a bit of a teasing and sassy personality like him.

Dear 🖤, I hope you like this one! I tried my best to make them both sassy 😅

A DATE GONE DOWNHILL

Dating an idol wasn't an easy task, first, you needed to mind where you would have your dates so there were no fans or paparazzi around. Second, his hectic schedule made it harder to have actual dates, like dinner, going to the beach, etc, so usually you would meet him at the dorms or your house. And you two had agreed that he'd sleep there whenever he felt like it since being away from the mess and chaos of the dorm could help him relax a bit.

Preparing for a comeback, his last few weeks were totally packed with schedules, he barely rested or ate. He would call you every day to talk about his day and you would listen to every single word he said and you noticed he was sounding more and more tired as the days went by.

When he got a little break, he was exhausted and feeling down, mostly because he couldn't see you and also due to the stress of not getting everything the way he wanted to. He wanted perfection, but that is a hard thing to accomplish.

You couldn't just sit still and watch him like that, he needed a breather so he could relax a bit and replenish his energy for the next round of schedules.

You thought of a picnic and he agreed with the idea. He went to your house so he could get a good night's sleep before the date, he was tired but he wanted to have fun with you.

Morning rose, the day was beautiful and sunny and you were super excited for the date, it was a real one after so many weeks.

However, things weren't looking good for Lee Know, and from the moment he got up, he knew the day would be a tough one. Even after sleeping for 7h to 8h hours straight, he woke completely drained, like didn't sleep at all. He sat on the edge of the bed and assessed his situation, he was tired, his head was hurting and his stomach was acting up.

He liked cooking, especially for you so he went to the kitchen to make breakfast, despite wanting to stay in bed a little longer with hopes that he would feel better.

He made your breakfast, set it on the table, and then made his. He just leaned against the counter and started munching on the light breakfast he made for himself. But after a couple of bites, he started to chew on it and couldn't quite swallow it. He kept on chewing until it turned into mush and forced it down, and it felt gross. He didn't know why that was happening but he soon found out because as soon as he swallowed, he felt it coming back up.

He turned to the sink, opened his mouth, and let out what seemed to be the last bite he had, he quickly turned on the water to wash away that disgusting thing. He was as surprised as he could get because he wasn't feeling nauseous, he thought what he felt when he got up was hunger but now he understood it wasn't. And as if couldn't get worse, he now could say with 100% certainty that he was feeling nauseous and his headache wasn't exactly helping either.

He held himself against the counter, rinsed his mouth, and then took deep breaths to try to calm down. Thankfully he managed to calm down but now his stomach was definitely feeling weird, he had this thought deep in his mind that his stomach would not be accepting food any time soon. Great, what a way to start the day.

After a couple of minutes, you woke up and made your way to the kitchen and saw the image of this handsome boy wearing shorts and a plain white shirt, simple, but the light of the early morning sun shining through the window made him look ethereal.

You walked towards him, wrapping your hands around his waist and kissing him.

- Good morning, Babe.

- Good morning.

He said kissing you as well. When you pulled away from the hug, you immediately noticed his expression wasn't looking too good.

- Are you okay?

You said, looking him in the eyes.

- Yeah. I'm just tired.

- Couldn't sleep well?

- I did but the week's been pretty packed so I'm still tired.

Lies. But he hoped you'd buy that excuse, the last thing he wanted was to worry you and ruin this so-anticipated date.

- Okay then.

- I made you breakfast.

He said, still holding your waist and pointing towards the meal set on the table.

- Thank you, sweetie.

You sat down and started eating your breakfast, Minho sitting in front of you, just admiring and patiently waiting for you to finish.

Once you were done, both of you changed into light comfortable summer clothes and finished setting everything inside the picnic basket.

The park you chose was not too far from your house so you decided to walk there and enjoy the scenery together.

Minho was grateful for your choice because even though he was feeling a little bit better he knew a car ride would have the worst outcome.

The walk to the park consisted of both of you complaining about how hot it was and how it felt like it was burning you alive.

Finally arriving, you two found a nice spot next to the lake and underneath a big tree, which meant you'd have a nice shade for your picnic.

Since you just had breakfast, none of you wanted to eat just yet, and Minho preferred not to eat all. He was feeling better when they left the house, but the walk under the sun and just how hot the park was, had messed with him. His head was hurting and honestly starting to throb, he was feeling a bit lightheaded, and his stomach was acting up.

Shit. Will the date really go wrong? He thought to himself, but he still didn't want to tell you about it, even though you had already picked up.

- While the sun melts us off our bones... Let's chat for a bit.

He said with a tone of sarcasm and a smile that just made you laugh. The way he managed to say such things and then put on a soft, but also almost menacing smile after was amazing.

- Why are you laughing? Am I funny?

- No. It's just the way you said it

- Oh, so I'm not funny? Okay, I'll remember this.

- Oh stop, Babe!

You said laughing and shoving him, earning a cute laugh.

You two talked, while the sun did indeed melt you, but you two made an effort to not talk about work or it would stress both of you, and your goal was to help Lee Know to get his mind off work.

You really wanted to enjoy the picnic, but it was scorching hot, not even the shade was doing much. The extremely high temperature was still doing its number on Minho, his head was throbbing and the sunlight wasn't exactly helping, he was starting to feel nauseous and worried if he'd manage to eat something or even just enjoy the date. When a sharp pain stung his head, he flinched a little and it caught your attention.

- Honey, what is it?

- Nothing, just looked at the sun and my eyes hurt.

- You didn't bring any sunglasses, did you?

- No.

- Here, put these on, and see if they'll help.

- Thanks.

It did help a bit, but everything else was still annoying him, yet he was in his decision to not tell you anything.

After a few more minutes of chatting, it was about lunchtime, so you started to organize the food you had brought.

Fortunately, the sun was hidden by some clouds and a light breeze cooled both of you down and relaxed Minho, who was tense at the thought of having to eat.

- Let's eat!

He had helped you prepare everything the night before, and both of you were good cooks, so it was safe to say the food was delicious. You were really excited to try everything, now Lee knows, not so much. Just the sight of everything and all the smells mixing together circling around him because of the breeze was making him start to feel sick again. He took a deep breath in and grabbed something to eat.

While you were enjoying and savoring every bite of everything, Minho was having a hard time swallowing the tiny bites he was trying to eat. He'd take a bite and chew until it turned into a tasteless paste, which made it even harder to swallow, he almost gagged a few times.

Surprisingly, he managed to eat a few things but they didn't taste as good as he'd wished, the same process of chewing it and trying to swallow repeated, and then his stomach sent him a warning, telling him that was enough food.

He was almost regretting eating at all when his stomach started to feel really full and off, the food obviously not sitting well. The feeling was so annoying he couldn't quite hide it anymore.

- Honey...

He said quietly, fidgeting with his fingers while looking at you, who was still enjoying your meal.

- What is it? Are you done eating?

You asked with a certain tone of surprise, noticing he didn't do as much as he usually did.

- Yes...I don't feel good...

- What is it?

- My stomach...

- Do you wanna go home?

- Not really, between staying at home and here. I'd rather stay, it's cooler here.

- Alright.

He took a few sips of water and hoped it wouldn't mess with his already sensitive stomach and it didn't, thankfully.

Since the sun was still hidden, you two decided to watch the clouds and just try to get rid of all the stress you'd been feeling.

He lay down on your lap and you lower yourself to kiss him, making his heart skip a beat.

- I like that.

He said with a beautiful smile, extending his hand to touch your cheek and tuck your hair behind your ear.

- I love you.

- I love you too, honey.

You reaffirmed, mimicking the gentle gesture. He closed his eyes and focused on the breeze and your presence, trying to relax every fiber in his body and enjoy the moment.

- Babe?

- Hm?

- Can I braid your hair?

- Only if you make me look pretty.

- Don't you trust my skills?

- Your hair styling skills? Nope.

- Minho!

- I'm joking.

He laughed. You proceeded to make tiny braids in his silky hair but they'd get undone as you went on, but he seemed to be enjoying it so you didn't mind.

Your touch and the light breeze that was still around, helped him feel a bit better, not 100% but enough to enjoy the date a bit more.

- Babe, do you wanna film some TikToks?

- Why? As long as it's not a challenge...

Since TikTok got famous, it became a trend to do challenges of every music that came out, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit tired of it.

- It's not. I just wanted to film this moment. We don't get to go on many dates like this, so I wanna make memories and cherish them.

He smiled at you and got up, and then you set the phone so it would record. He stood out his hand and asked:

- Will you grant me this dance?

- Of course.

You said blushing and taking his hand, he pulled you closer to him and kissed you before starting the dance.

You two were so lovey-dovey, that if it were any of the other members with their s/o, Minho would be teasing them non-stop.

When you decided to do other dances and asked him to teach you some moves, he started teasing you, but you wouldn't let it slide.

- Woah, since when you were so bad at dancing?

- What? I'm bad at dancing? Are you sure you're not a bad teacher?

- I'm the best teacher out there, you're just not a good student.

- Of course, I am! Get off your high horse, Mr Lee Minho. I actually learned some of your choreographies by myself, and they were perfect. Admit it, you're not a good teacher.

You said crossing your arms and smiling menacingly at him.

- Alright, touché.

You recorded a few more videos, dancing together and just laughing and enjoying every single second, and then you had an idea.

- Say, why don't we roll downhill, and the last to get to the bottom pays for dinner?

- Deal.

Minho had no idea why he agreed so quickly, knowing that doing that would probably be the last straw, and boy, it was.

You were enjoying this date like a kid and Lee Know wish he could say the same, it was painful to see you so happy while he couldn't share that with you.

- Ready?

- Ready.

- 1, 2, 3 go!

You started the race and as Lee Know was going down, everything inside his stomach was rolling around as well, it was revolted and angry at him, to say the least.

You got to the bottom faster than him and started to celebrate, but then you noticed that something was definitely wrong, Minho wasn't just tired.

When he reached the bottom, he immediately got up so he was kneeling on the grass. He grabbed his middle with one hand while the other helped keep his body steady, his stomach was cramping really badly and its contents were still swirling around.

- Honey? Are you okay?

- No...my stomach is killing me.

- Let's go back up, come on.

- Can you help me?

- Yes.

You went to his side, put one of his arms on your shoulder, and wrapped yours around his waist helping him up and guiding him up. The pain was bad enough for him to walk up while hunched over, arm still holding his stomach.

- Here we are.

You gently helped him sit down and grabbed a water bottle, handing it to him.

- Try to drink slowly.

He tried taking small sips but it wasn't working, his stomach was cramping without giving him any break. And to add to his misery, the sun was out again and it seemed like it was hotter than before.

- It's too hot...

He complained, fanning his shirt, suddenly his clothes felt tighter against his skin, like it was trying to suffocate him. The air around him felt hot and he couldn't breathe properly, so his breathing was erratic and he was almost hyperventilating.

- Honey, I need you to breathe with me.

You were now getting worried about him having heat exhaustion.

- Honey, you have a tank top underneath, right?

- Y-yes-.

He said weakly, trying to regulate his breathing. You knew he wasn't comfortable with being shirtless, especially in public, as you found out early in your relationship, that he only felt comfortable enough with you or the members.

- Then take off your shirt, it'll help you feel less hot.

He took it off and you placed a cool ice pack you had brought, on his nape. But the discomfort was too much, it wasn't only the nausea or the heat but also the pain in his stomach and the fact that he was ruining the date you were so excited about. It was getting so unbearable he started crying silently.

- Minho? What's wrong?

But he didn't answer, he was too focused on breathing through the nausea and the pain, you noticed his distress and grabbed his hand, trying to ground him.

- I'm right here Babe.

He squeezed it so tightly it almost hurt you, but you didn't mind, as long as it could help, even if just a little bit.

But his stomach decided it had enough, it started cramping even worse as if punishing him for stupidly agreeing with rolling down a hill.

When got really quiet, focusing his gaze on the ground, not moving a muscle.

- Minho?

You barely had the chance to ask anything before he gagged one time and turned around so he wouldn't soil the blanket. He coughed up a thick stream of partially digested food and you could see pieces of the lunch he just had.

You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing it up and down, while still holding his hand. He had his eyes squeezed and a painful expression on his face, as another bout of vomit gushed out immediately followed by another that left him out of air.

- That's it, Babe. Just get everything that's bothering you, out.

His stomach cramped again, making him lurch forward, arching his back painfully forcing out another wave of putrid vomit.

He was feeling so embarrassed that you had to see him like this. The fact that he was the second oldest in the group made him build a wall around him, a wall that only you and Chan could walk through.

For a moment his stomach gave him a break, allowing him to breathe and only making him spit out thick saliva from time to time.

Thank God there weren't that many people in the park, you knew he'd be feeling 10x worse if there were people looking at him.

- Here honey, rinse your mouth.

He rinsed his mouth and then took very small sips, afraid that whatever made its way in would immediately make its way out. You wiped his mouth, and his forehead which was dumped with sweat, and helped him sit back for a while and see if the nausea would ease a bit.

- There we go.

- I'm sorry...

- You don't need to apologize honey.

- But I ruined our date and you were so excited about it.

- You didn't ruin anything. We had fun, didn't we?

- Yes but look at the mess I made.

- Honey, I knew you looked off this morning but I didn't say anything out of respect for you. I know you don't like us getting worried about you, so I decided to just wait for you.

- I appreciate it.

- Say, why don't we go home so you can take a shower and rest? It's getting too hot in here and it won't help you.

- Yes, please.

- Alright. Just let me get this organized first.

You packed everything inside the basket and then walked up to Minho.

- Honey, can you stand? Or are you feeling dizzy?

- A bit dizzy...

The heat along with the ordeal of throwing up everything he'd eaten made him feel weak, he just wanted to go home but he was afraid of collapsing and worrying you even more.

- Just...give me a minute...

- Of course.

You sat down beside him, placing the ice pack on his neck again.

- Take deep breaths, babe.

You said as your other hand rested on his chest, trying to provide him as much comfort as you could.

He grabbed your hand and tried breathing along with you. After a few minutes, he felt well enough to try to walk home.

You helped him up and wrapped your arms around him.

- I'm sorry...

- Minho, stop apologizing, please. Let me know if you feel faint or if you wanna throw up again, ok?

- Yeah.

He was completely exhausted, all his energy had been drained from his body and he was still feeling too hot, it was still difficult to breathe properly. He was a professional dancer, he was an idol, he had to dance and sing at the same time and yet, today, this short walk home was making him insanely tired.

His vision was swaying and his stomach was acting up again, the last thing he needed was to vomit in the middle of the street but his body didn't give him much of a choice.

- Honey...I'm gonna be sick

- There's a bench over there, come on.

You guided him to the bench and gave him a plastic bag that was inside the basket. He grabbed the edges and burped a few times before vomiting what felt like his guts, the sound of it hitting the plastic made you grimace a little.

He didn't take a breather before retching again, bringing stomach acid and water.

- Babe, I don't think you have anything left to vomit.

You took the plastic bag and disposed of it, then you gave Minho some water to rinse his mouth again.

You helped him up again and the rest of the walk back home didn't have any more accidents.

Getting home, he went straight to the shower, wanting to get rid of the disgust he was feeling from throwing up.

When he walked out, face a little red because of the sun, you had already gotten the bed ready so he could properly.

He lay down next to you embracing you, eyes still watery and extremely vulnerable, which was a side of him everyone rarely witnessed.

You embraced him back, placed a kiss on the top of his head and didn't say a word, respecting him. Just holding him, and rubbing his back as he cried, you didn't need to say anything, you just needed to be there and you were.

Minho could be mistaken for a cold person, but deep inside he was a warm person who cared for everyone before himself. He could be the second oldest, but he was Chan's precious dongsaeng and your most cherished soulmate.

[whump-tr0pes]

Honor Bound 6 - 36

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.

AO3

Masterlist

Contents: the final arc, fluff, recovery, Isaac/Gavin, slow dancing, love commitments, mild spice, Iris the baby, Fillis, implied past parental abuse

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Gavin stood by Isaac’s side along the wall of the community center, watching Vera and Tori as they both disappeared out the door. Gavin felt a hollowness in his chest as they went – not sadness, not anything quite so severe, but like a little warmth had left with the two women as they snuck out into the darkness to be together. He glanced at Isaac and saw Isaac looking after them as well. He squeezed Isaac’s hand.

“We can congratulate them tomorrow,” he said, his lips brushing Isaac’s cheek.

“Definitely,” Isaac said with a thin smile. “Sorry. I just… wasn’t expecting them to leave so soon.”

“Yeah,” Gavin said, pulling Isaac close. The slow, haunting melody of the song echoed through the space and hummed through his chest. The chill of the night crept through the pane of the window next to them. Slowly, so, so slowly, Isaac wrapped his arms around Gavin and began to sway in place with him.

Gavin’s lips curved into a smile as he gently slid his right hand into Isaac’s left, resting his other arm on Isaac’s. He leaned his head on Isaac’s shoulder and drew in a deep breath in, deep breath out.

“Do you know how to dance?” Isaac murmured against his hair.

“Yeah,” Gavin huffed with a laugh that was only slightly tinged with bitterness. “I took lessons. Ballroom, tango, waltz, cha cha…” He shook his head and pressed a kiss to Isaac’s neck. “This is better, though. This is… so, so much better.”

He felt the heat as Isaac flushed. “Oh. So you know how to really do this. You must be… really good, then.”

Gavin snorted. “I’d rather be here with you. Trust me.”

Isaac pulled Gavin closer. “I do,” he said.

The song ended, and a new one began. This one wasn’t as slow, but they stayed in their embrace, swaying together. Gavin raised his head to look out the door that Vera and Tori had disappeared through.

“Would you ever get married?” he said softly.

Isaac was silent for a long time. Gavin listened to the song as they shuffled in place. Finally, Isaac said, “No. I don’t think I would.”

Gavin nodded and dropped his gaze from the door. Isaac’s hand slid under his chin and guided his face up until Gavin was forced to meet his eyes. “But,” Isaac said, “I want to be with you until the day I die.”

Gavin’s throat tightened as Isaac looked at him. The air between them was warmed by their breath, and Gavin found himself leaning into Isaac even as Isaac’s hand softened on his jaw. Gavin wet his lips and tilted his head back. “Y-yeah?” he croaked.

“Yeah,” Isaac said, a smile pulling at his lips. His eyes were fixed on Gavin’s, his hair just within reach for Gavin to run his fingers through, his lips right there.

“Well, I want to be with you, too,” Gavin said. “Forever.”

Isaac’s smile widened, and Gavin’s heart stuttered in his chest. He tilted Gavin’s head back and pressed a tender kiss to his mouth.

Gavin drew a shivering breath and brought his hands to Isaac’s face, scratching his fingers through Isaac’s beard. Isaac groaned and backed Gavin up against the wall beside the window. Gavin pulled Isaac closer, nearer, harder, breathing him in, running his hands over Isaac’s broad shoulders, skimming down his arms, encircling his wrists as Isaac cradled Gavin’s face and kissed him deeper.

Gavin panted against Isaac’s lips. “If we want to go any further…”

“…should probably find a room,” Isaac completed for him, with a grin. Gavin smiled up at him as they pressed their foreheads together, breathing hard.

Gavin laced his fingers through Isaac’s and kissed the back of Isaac’s hand. “I do kinda want to stay, though,” he said, still unable to tear his gaze away from the man standing in front of him. “I mean, maybe… maybe we could… later, but…” He leaned forward for another long, breathless kiss. “I want to see everyone. Everyone who’s still here, that is.” He raised his eyebrows and motioned to the door.

Isaac fell back a step, still breathing hard. “Alright,” he said, laughing. “Let’s stay. Anyone you want to see in particular?”

“Iris,” Gavin said, looking around for Finn and Ellis. “I feel like every time I see her, she’s a few inches bigger.”

“I mean, that might be true, I don’t know how babies work,” Isaac mumbled. He squeezed Gavin’s hand and turned to survey the crowd.

“There,” Gavin said, pointing across the room to an already haggard-looking Finn and Ellis. He led Isaac through the crowd of happy, dancing people and made a beeline for Iris.

“Oh, good,” Ellis said when they saw Gavin approaching with a smile. They deposited Iris into Gavin’s waiting arms and turned to Finn. “Come here, lover, I haven’t gotten to actually dance with you since what? November?”

“Sorry if you were coming over to see us,” Finn said with a goofy grin as Ellis led them to the dance floor.

“Don’t worry, we weren’t,” Gavin laughed, waving Iris’s chubby arm at her parents as they embraced. She shrieked and babbled as Gavin lifted her to his face, bouncing her, kissing her rosy cheeks. When he glanced up, Isaac was watching with a tentative smile.

“You’re really good with her,” Isaac said softly.

“Weird, considering she’s Ellis’s child,” Gavin said with a sardonic chuckle.

“No, I mean…” Isaac shrugged. “She cries whenever I hold her.”

“Not every time,” Gavin said, considering. “She didn’t cry last week.”

“She was asleep,” Isaac said, raising an eyebrow.

“And I consider that to be progress!” Gavin said, laughing.

As if on cue, the baby began to wriggle in Gavin’s arms. Her eyebrows pulled together, and her lower lip protruded in a pout. Her face reddened. She began to cry.

“Oh, no,” Gavin said in a singsong voice, bouncing her on his shoulder. “Oh, no. We’re crying.”

Finn materialized at Gavin’s side and gently took Iris from his arms. “Okay, who made the baby cry?” they said, rolling their eyes, but a smile played at their lips.

“It’s okay, Iris, Gavin makes me cry on the regular,” Ellis said beside Finn, rubbing comforting circles in the baby’s back. “You’re not the only one.”

“Sorry for once again causing strife,” Gavin said, playfully elbowing Ellis.

“We’ll forgive you eventually,” they sighed, following Finn as they carried Iris to a corner of the room.

“See?” Gavin said. “You’re not the only one who makes her cry. At this stage in her life, with everyone but her parents, it’s only a matter of time.”

“How do you know all this?” Isaac murmured.

“I read their baby book cover to cover when Gray first brought it home,” Gavin said with a shrug.

Isaac watched Finn and Ellis as they held the baby, looking out at everyone else. He chewed his lip in silence for a long time.

“You okay?” Gavin said softly.

“Yeah,” Isaac said, nodding. “Yeah. They’re just… good parents. Really good parents.”

Gavin looked at the two of them, too. Ellis noticed them both watching and threw up their middle finger. Gavin chuckled. “Yeah,” he said. “They are.”

“Just makes me kinda… sad,” Isaac said, almost too low for Gavin to hear.

Gavin looked at Isaac, but said nothing. He reached out and squeezed Isaac’s hand. Isaac smiled at him. “Sorry,” he said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Gavin said, and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. A faster song was playing now, but neither of them paid it any heed. Isaac held Gavin’s face and kissed him slow, swaying together again, clinging together in the warm, low light.

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #252

I got a lot done today, but I still don't think I'm going to be able to do as much as I had hoped.

…I didn't really get enough sleep last night. After getting ready to go to bed and all that, I decided to shower so that I wouldn't have to do it in the morning. I have maybe 6-ish hours. I woke at 9, got ready and went out the door by 9:30, and went to both therapy and physical therapy.

I had K at physical therapy today. He tried to give me exercises that are supposed to work the serratus muscles, but… they didn't work because apparently, my lats and my rotator cuff on my right side are being weird. Naturally, this meant that he had to go digging his thumbs all up in there, near the bottom of my shoulder blade, to try to get things to loosen up. For whatever reason, the area is incredibly tender, so that whole process was very painful. But it was necessary, so the only thing for it is to sit through it until it's over. I guess that particular area will need to be investigated further next week. This was at noon. It's almost 5PM, and my pinky finger and ring finger on my right hand are still kinda tingly and ouchy, and it'll probably stay like that for the next day or so, at least. Lame.

But it is what it is. I went to the bank to get a new card, since our washing machine most likely ate my old one. I guess my bank has a fancy new card printing machine, and so when I visited, I got a new card pretty much right away! Normally, you have to wait a couple weeks for it to arrive in the mail. I'm really glad that I was able to skip that whole step. I went to the grocery immediately after that.

I wasn't able to eat until I got home at around 3PM; J made burgers, and by then, I was so hungry that I kiiiinda… scarfed them down with reckless abandon. I thought I had more time between therapy and physical therapy (guess who thought physical therapy was at 12:30 again until I checked it?), but I didn't. So I kinda just powered through today's tasks on an empty stomach, not a whole lot of water, and definitely not enough sleep. I thought I'd have enough energy leftover to cook something by the time I got back, but… I don't. So I'm not gonna.

…I dropped the ball on the self-care stuff. I'm sorry about that. I know I keep asking you to take better care of yourself. I'm gonna try a little harder in the coming days. I struggle, but… I gotta take care of my soft animal. It holds my weird-ass spirit despite all its limitations; I have to try to be nicer to it…

In any case, yesterday, a delightful person from Poland watched me play Dead Cells. They seemed pretty excited about talking to me and watching my play style. Apparently, they regularly run around with 5 whole Boss Cells! That seems unfathomable to me at this time. But they gave me some excellent advice about how to allocate my stat points; up until this point, I had been prioritizing whatever gives me the greatest boost in HP, but I guess that's not really the way to go. I learned about how important it is to put my stat points into the ones that my weapons use whenever I can.

My gameplay improved significantly as a result, and I made it all the way to a new biome called The Caverns. From there, I tried to defeat The Giant, but his movements were unfamiliar to me, and so I panicked and got my ass handed to me. That's all right though; I went to the training room and fought him until he stopped kicking my ass. Next time I see him in a real run, he's gonna be in big trouble, lemme tell ya!!

Oh, that reminds me; this person added me on Instagram!! They sent me all kinds of cool videos about their own exploits from their own runs!! I gotta get on watching those!!

…I'm not sure I have it in me to do a run today, though. My brain feels kinda soupy, and J is playing Brave Fencer Musashi, and I think I'd much rather watch him do that. It's one of my favorite games, despite its problems (the controls aren't exactly the easiest…), and I'm really glad that he's getting to experience the story for himself. The townspeople in Grillin' Village are delightful with their little stories and bits of dialogue. It really is a lovable and delightful game, despite its age and not-so-hot graphics (though they were pretty rad at the time…).

Hey, Sephiroth? If someday you find yourself in my neighborhood, let's chill out and just play some video games, all right? I think you'd like them. And I think you'd be really good at them, too.

…There are so many stories from games and books and TV and movies that I really wish I could show you; maybe in them, you'd find something relatable, and then the burdens you carry might seem a bit less heavy. Will you stay safe by the end of whatever it is you're trying to do, so that someday, I can show these things to you?

I love you. I'm gonna go rest now. But I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[themidnightcrimson]

First Time. | w. maximoff

summary: wanda takes reader’s virginity nice and gentle (er—as gentle as she can)

warnings: oral (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), loss of virginity, top!wanda, bottom!reader, some fluff in between, kinda long

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

Sex was ringing in the spring air. All throughout the Avengers compound were a bunch of superheroes fucking like rabbits. Bringing home lovers night by night, everyone was getting some.

Except for you, of course, because you were an adult virgin—a secret you hadn’t told your new girlfriend, Wanda, out of pure embarrassment and the fear that she would leave you before your relationship could even properly kick off.

It’d been on your mind the past few days, and you were quieter than usual at the table as everyone ate dinner and talked about their recent lays.

“I swear, she had the biggest ass I’ve ever seen,” Carol exclaimed, dragging you from your thoughts as you poked your chicken with your fork, leaving it for the most part untouched.

“Milaya,” Wanda’s voice whispered to you, her green eyes noticing your downtrodden visage.

Her tender voice snapping you from your thoughts, your eyes darted up to hers.

“Are you alright?” she asked, bringing her hand to the small of your back and glancing over you with concern.

As Carol went on about her hookup’s ass, you quickly turned your eyes away from Wanda, trying desperately to clear your mind before she would attempt to read it. You could feel her eyes burn into the side of your face for a moment before turning away, and you let out a sigh of relief in knowing she didn’t attempt to intrude your mind. You could always feel it when she did.

“What’s got you so quiet, y/l/n?” Natasha's coarse voice asked from the other side of you, squeezing your shoulder roughly. “I’m sure you and Wanda here have plenty of stories to tell, huh?”

Everyone at the table chuckled to themselves as Wanda smiled and simply rolled her eyes. You chewed your lip as your leg began to bounce. Usually, you were always up for one of Natasha’s bullying sessions, but you felt extremely sensitive that night. You did not find anything funny like everyone else, and your defenses rose when she grabbed both of your shoulders and shook you.

“Don’t tell me Wanda isn’t putting you to good use?!” she exclaimed in a playful gasp, causing another wave of chuckles at the table.

But you were not chuckling—no, you were on the verge of tears by the time the words left her mouth. Your own mouth went dry, and the sound of your chair squealing against the floor echoed in the room as you stormed off up the stairs.

There was a bout of silence as Wanda stared after you, and everyone else glanced awkwardly at each other. “Yikes,” Nat mumbled, feeling slightly guilty. She looked to Wanda and raised her eyebrows. “Been a while?”

Wanda couldn’t blame Natasha—she didn’t even know what your deal was. You had stormed away before she could get a chance to read your thoughts, and you had been trying to hide them from her, anyways. You had become good enough at it, but she could still sense when something was wrong.

Giving everyone an apologetic look, Wanda pushed her chair back much calmer, tucking it under the table and thanking Natasha for the dinner before she briskly walked up the stairs after you.

The brunette followed you into your shared room where you were lying face-down on the bed, arms and legs spread like an eagle.

“Milaya,” she greeted you, gently closing the door and approaching you cautiously. The only light in the room was your tiny desk lamp on the opposite wall, pouring out a golden hue that barely touched your figure on the mattress.

Wanda sat on the edge of the bed carefully, her thighs sinking into the mattress right next your head. Your eyes squeezed closed in order to concentrate on blocking your thoughts from her, but you found it hard to concentrate when a warm hand turned your chin towards her and caressed your cheek.

“Talk to me,” Wanda whispered, knowing she had to be gentle with you if you would open up to her. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss against your forehead, which caused your eyes to flutter open and look up at her upside down. “Why did you get upset at what Natasha was saying?”

Your already blushed cheeks blushed even harder. You looked away from her, sighing deeply as she stroked her fingers relaxingly through your hair, the ends of her own tickling your forehead.

“Is it because we haven’t had sex yet?” she asked a bit boldly, to which your ears grew hot. “If you’ve been wanting to, you could have just asked—or maybe not deny me the thousands times I have asked.”

You smiled softly as you heard the chuckle in her voice. Your smile quickly faded as you remembered your reality. You were a virgin, your girlfriend was not, and those two facts put together were too embarrassing for you to bear. You trusted Wanda to never judge you, but you were insecure of being with someone who had experience. You knew she would be relentless in bed, but as for you? You had no idea how you would be. What if she found you boring? Or vanilla? What if you being innocent was a turn off for her?

As these thoughts ran rampant in your head, your eyes shifted to Wanda’s and saw that those green irises were now red. You sat up with a gasp, realizing that you had not even noticed she had read your mind.

“I’m sorry!” she immediately exclaimed, taking both your hands in hers. “You weren’t talking to me, so—“

“You said you would never do it without permission!” you exclaimed in a shrieking voice as a burst of red bloomed on either side of your face. Had she heard enough to know your internal dilemma?

You watched her carefully, your heart sinking when you noticed an uncomfortable look on her face. She had heard you.

Scoffing, you went to stand up, but her hand pulled you back on your ass. “Where do you think you’re going?” she said in a soft tone.

“Away,” you quipped, avoiding her stare as the room suddenly felt too small to breathe.

Sighing, Wanda brushed her thumb against your cheek and turned you to look into her eyes. You couldn’t help but shiver at her beauty so up close and personal.

Her lips leaned closer to yours, and you swallowed and tried to keep her eye contact. “Why didn’t you tell me you are a virgin?” she whispered, her minty breath fanning down your face.

She stared at you expectantly as your mouth opened and closed. “I-I was just embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” she echoed you, grinning widely down at you in a look of adoration. “You’re cute, you know that?”

A hopeful smile twitched your lips. “You’re not mad? Or upset? Or—“

“No, y/n,” she hushed you, bringing her thumb up to stroke it over your lower lip, softly tugging it downwards. Her chest puffed slightly as her eyes glanced to your lips she played with. “If anything, it’s some of the best news I’ve heard.”

Your eyebrows sewed as you watched her eyes trail to your neck, and her lips came close behind. She planted them right below your jaw, and you turned your head to give her room, placing hands on either side of her shoulders.

“And why’s that?” you panted.

“I get to have you first,” she whispered against your ear, her raspy voice bringing heat all over your neck. “Untouched,” she whispered again, her finger pressing into your upper thigh revealed by your shorts. She reveled in your soft skin there—the way it reddened under her firm touch. Her hand squeezed the inner part of it as her teeth bit your earlobe.

Your eyes fluttered at the feeling. You inhaled her scent, tucking your nose into her shoulder and placing a hand on her upper back. “I didn’t want to seem too innocent,” you continued, but you weren’t sure Wanda even heard you as she began fluttering kisses down to your shoulder.

Apparently, she did hear, because her hand squeezed your thigh harder in response. She moved away from your neck to look at you again, green eyes suddenly dark. “Believe me, milaya,” she whispered as her hand stroked your hair, “I don’t think you’re innocent—not one bit.”

She punctuated her words by sharply tugging your hair, causing your head to fall back as she pulled you against her. A guttural moan escaped your lips, to which she smirked and kissed them.

“See?” she purred, “An innocent girl wouldn’t moan at her hair getting pulled.”

Your cheeks blushed bright pink as your fingers crawled to Wanda’s collar, holding on for dear life. “Let’s just say my mental state is not as pristine as my physical state,” you whispered against her lips that ghosted yours. She was pulling you as close against her as possible and leaning up on her knees to tower over you.

“Is that so?” she echoed as she brought a finger to trace the ridges of your windpipe. “Illuminate me, milaya. Tell me about the not-so-innocent thoughts in that pretty head of yours.”

“I dream of you fucking me,” you said in a rush of breath, moving your leg over her lap and pushing your hips closer to her. Her arm enveloped your waist and brought you closer to her, pulling you completely onto her lap so that you were straddling her.

“Oh, really?” she hummed, her hands gliding over the tops of each of your thighs. “And have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me fucking you, y/n?” Her voice was only a husk in the air now as her fingers played with the hem of your shorts.

Your arms dangled over her shoulders as you tried to keep your breathing calm at the close contact. Wanda was a touchy girlfriend, but you were yet to have straddled her.

Remembering her question, you chewed your lip and thought of all the times you had gotten a moment alone, whether in the shower or while everyone was away. You remembered getting the best climax you’d ever been able to give yourself just at the mere thought of her hands on you.

You noticed a red beam in her eyes, and your blush deepened as you felt her read your mind. She tilted her head and smirked at you, coming forward to capture your bottom lip in hers. You felt a warmth radiate between your legs as she moved your hips against hers. Your eyes closed at the friction, and her hands kneaded into your thighs for a moment before repeating the action.

Her hands dug harder into your flesh as she rutted up into you. You could not hold back the wanton moan that left your lips, and Wanda’s eyes darkened even further with lust at the sound of you.

“God, you ruin me, baby,” she whispered into your ear as her right hand slid straight up your shorts, coming to cup you around your panties.

A million of your nerve endings exploded at once from the contact. Her fingers softly circled the wet spot you hadn’t even known formed on your underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” she growled against your shoulder, her free hand gripping your hip with bruising force.

She moved her lips to yours again, kissing you with a passion you had never felt before. You could hardly keep up with her, running rapidly out of breath as she violated your mouth. By the time she pulled away, she’d left your lips puffy and red. She had originally kissed you to control herself from fucking you right there and then, but the sight of your swollen lips and dazed eyes made her desires scream even louder.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda left a much softer peck on your jaw as her fingertips hooked around your panties and moved them to the side. The moment her fingers met your wetness, you moaned and arched your body flush against her.

Wanda’s breath hitched at how sopping wet you were, and as she moved her fingers upwards, she felt how soft and warm you were. She could her desires taking hold of her, and the sweet sounds you were making on her lap was only driving her insane.

Suddenly, Wanda moved you off her lap and stood up, running her hands through her hair and pacing the room.

Panting, you watched her with confusion. “What is it?” you asked, your voice cracking. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Wanda sighed, running her hands over her face.

You eyed her, feeling your insides twist and knot with insecurity. You let out a squeaky, “Are you turned off by me now?”

Wanda’s green eyes flashed to yours, widened and shocked. After a pause, she approached you, holding you up under your arms and pushing you onto your back, then scooting you upwards until your head was on the pillow. Taking your wrists softly, she sunk her body down onto yours, giving you a soft kiss.

“No, my love,” she cooed, peppering kisses all over your face, causing your mood to brighten as you giggled and playfully told her to stop. She pressed her forehead against yours and inhaled deeply. “I’m afraid of hurting you.”

You looked up at her closed eyelids, your legs naturally hooking around her. “Hurt me? You won’t hurt me, Wanda.”

Her eyes opened again, a flash of darkness passing over them. “I think you underestimate me.”

“No, actually, I trust you,” you quipped, holding onto her waist and peering up at her with doe eyes. “I trust you, and I want you.”

A weak smile crossed Wanda’s lips as she stroked the warm side of your cheek. “So sweet.”

“Wanda,” you said more firmly, taking her face in your hands and making her look at you. “Get over yourself and fuck me already. I won’t be a virgin forever.”

Wanda’s eyebrows threaded at the last sentence, but she simply rolled her eyes and chuckled before taking your hands away from her face and tangling her fingers between yours, pressing both of your hands down onto the pillow.

Crimson filled her irises, preceding a flash of red tendrils around you. Looking down, you watched red magic peel the clothes from you and Wanda’s bodies, leaving you skin-to-skin. You immediately felt her erected nipples pushing right up under your breasts.

You gasped softly in surprise, but a new wave of heat flashed over you. “Too lazy to take them off, yourself?”

“Too impatient,” she smirked, a cocky look in her eyes as she slid her hands over your body, down your waist and across your lower abdomen before diving back up to squeeze your breasts firmly.

Wanda chuckled airily as you moaned, arching your body up to meet her hands. Her fingertips circles your hardened nipples, pinching them and causing you to shriek. She looked at you through hooded lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” she cursed, lowering down to take your nipple into her mouth.

She sucked on your nipple and swirled her tongue expertly around it, and although you were moaning and gasping, you couldn’t help but be amazed at how she naturally knew how to pleasure you. Then you were reminded that it was not just natural—it was from her experience that you didn't have.

Luckily, it seemed like Wanda would be doing the demonstrations that night, and the insecurities were pushed from your mind as her mouth moved down your body, leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses leading to your lower stomach. She ghosted her lips over your mouth, her breath fanning against your heat and causing you to shiver. A tingle of anticipation coursed through you as you watched her press a kiss to your inner thigh.

Wanda inhaled your scent and moaned against your skin, parting your milky thighs with her hands to see your glistening cunt. Licking her lips hungrily, she kept her mouth pressed against your thigh as she made eye contact with you.

“May I?” she husked, the hands gripping your flesh telling you she was going to anyways.

Of course, you whispered a rushed, "Yes," panting in excitement when she moved her mouth to your mound, kissing down until her lips finally reached your clit.

Your moans filled the air as she moved her tongue in circles over your nub, swiping down to collect your juices. “You taste so fucking good,” she mumbled right against your clit, the vibrations bringing a wave of pleasure over you.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you breathed, your fingers finding their way to her soft hair and getting tangled in it. You tugged softly when you felt her tongue lining your entrance but purposefully avoiding it. Your thighs lifted around her face. “Don’t tease.”

Her hands met your thighs and held them around her neck as she looked up at you impishly. Her tongue gave you one long, heavy lap up the entirety of your core, which caused you to shiver, before it moved down and pushed inside you.

Your mouth flew open at the feeling, your hands pulling harshly on her hair. Bursts of pleasure exploded in your core as Wanda moved her deliciously long tongue inside you, flicking it up and hitting every beautiful spot inside you. You could already feel yourself getting close, which made you blush in embarrassment.

Wanda could feel it, too, apparently—the way your thighs squeezed around her head and your inner walls tensed around her tongue. Pulling away, she looked up at you to command, “Don’t cum yet.”

The gleam of your juices on her chin was enough to send you over the edge if you weren’t desperate to not embarrass yourself. Wanda, on the other hand, was hellbent on embarrassing you with the way she flicked her tongue repeatedly over your clit. You moaned desperately and ground your hips into her face, the coil tightening further in your stomach.

Your clit throbbed against Wanda’s tortuous tongue, and she knew you were going to cum at any second. So, reluctantly, she pulled away from you, watching you sigh in both relief and desperation at the lack of contact.

You looked up at her through heavy lids as she licked her lips and crawled up your body. She leaned down and rubbed her chin all across the span of your breasts, spreading your juices everywhere. Your cheeks blushed at the action, and she smirked at you as she crawled to you and gave you a deep kiss.

Pulling away, she caressed your cheek softly before standing from the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Eyes widening slightly, you nodded as she disappeared into the closet you shared. You could hear her rummaging through a box of her stuff she kept in there, a box you had never opened. Nervousness grew in your stomach as you laid there on the bed, your thighs and breasts wet with cum and saliva.

After the sound of velcro and zips, you looked up to see Wanda appearing from the closet. A black harness fitted her svelte hips delectably, and on the harness was a large dildo that made your innards tighten.

“It’s the smallest one I have,” she husked as she began crawling up your body, darkness passing over her eyes. The tip of the strap tickled up your inner thighs, causing you to shiver.

“That’s your smallest one?” you said in disbelief, feeling the large piece rest against your mound as she kissed your collarbone.

“Mmhm,” she hummed against your chest, her soft lips pressing up to your jaw and biting it softly. She came up to look at you, pausing as her green eyes stared into yours. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she said again.

“Wanda,” you whispered, cupping her cheek with your hand. Her eyes fluttered closed as she pressed into your palm. “If it hurts, I will tell you to stop. Simple as that.”

The witch turned her face to kiss your palm, and you felt her smile against your skin before biting your hand.

“Ow,” you said with a chuckle. Wanda took both your hands in hers again and pressed them against the pillow, leaning down close into you and giving you a soft kiss.

“Are you ready?” she whispered against your lips, reaching down and parting your thighs so that she was kneeling between them. She took hold of her strap, and you felt the tip gently stroke along your slit, collecting your moisture.

You nodded, taking a deep breath of preparation.

“I need to hear you say it, milaya,” she whispered, giving you another soft kiss.

“Yes,” you told her, nodding your head and running your hands up her bare back, tickling her soft skin.

Smiling, she moved the strap to your entrance. “If you want me to stop, just say so.” By the time her words left her lips, she was sliding the tip inside of you. Once it was caught in your entrance, she moved her hand back to yours and buried her face in your neck before moving her hips down onto yours, causing her length to slide further inside you.

“Ah,” you gasped as you felt it stretch your walls. Even as slow as Wanda was going, you felt that you couldn’t take any more after the first two inches, chewing your lip and holding your breath.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Wanda groaned into your neck, feeling the resistance against her strap even through all your wetness. She could feel you squirming under her, and the silence told her you had held your breath. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”

You did as she said, breathing in deeply as she slid the rest inside you until her hips were touching yours again. She left butterfly kisses along your neck, staying still inside you for a moment as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Then she began to pull back out, the opposite direction bringing even more pain. You clenched your teeth as tears pricked your eyes, but you kept breathing like Wanda told you.

“The pain will go away, I promise,” Wanda cooed, finally moving to look at you. She caressed your cheek as she slid back inside you, but a spark of excitement inside her led to involuntarily snapping her hips. The action caused you to shriek, to which she muttered, “I’m sorry.”

It was obvious that Wanda was trying to be slow and gentle with you. She held you close to her as she fucked into you gently. You moved your hands away from her to desperately grab at her back, and so she moved her hands to your hips and held them.

“Fuck,” Wanda hissed when the harness moved against her in just the right way. Her slow pace faltered with another fast snap of her hips, which pistoned the strap all the way inside of you. Tingles of pleasure mixed with the burning sensation, and you moaned in pain as the strap hit your cervix. “Fuck, baby, I'm sorry,” Wanda whispered again before moving her lips to give you an apologetic kiss on your breast. She took it into her mouth and sucked, causing you to moan a little louder.

You could feel yourself wanting more. The slow pace had been a relief at first, but it was starting to become tortuous. “Wanda, faster,” you breathed as she sucked on your nipple. She hummed against it before quickening her pace only a little bit.

The speed made the harness rub against Wanda’s clit even more. She breathed against your breast and squeezed the other one harshly in her hand as her pace quickened another notch. “Shit, y/n,” she moaned, sitting up away from you to get a look at her moaning mess.

You were a moaning mess, indeed, your cheeks flushed and your makeup beginning to smear at the edges of your eyes. At this position, she could see your tits bouncing as she fucked you harder. The sounds of your wet pussy filled the air, and Wanda looked down and moaned at the way your cunt sucked in her strap.

“Such a good girl for me,” she praised you, bending your knees up. The new angle brought an explosion of new feelings inside you, and your hands flew to Wanda back, nails clawing her skin.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you whimpered as she pounded into you all of a sudden, the bed shaking with her thrusts. “Harder,” you begged, wanting more and more of her.

“Harder?” she echoed tauntingly, pushing your knees all the way up to your chest and hammering into you. The slaps resounded in your ears and made you blush, but you were too overwhelmed with pleasure to even care.

All you could feel was Wanda. You felt her plowing into you, hitting that sweet spot inside you, her hands holding onto your tits for leverage, the ends of her hair tickling your knees. Most importantly, you could see her. The muscles in her abdomen clenching as she thrust her hips into you, her eyes staring at you with dark, lustrous intent, her lips falling open as she felt her own sorts of pleasure.

A pressure began to build in your stomach. Wanda noticed, and she added to the intensity by reaching down and pinching your clit. Wanda watched as your cum began to leak down your thighs and onto the bed, causing her to growl and plow into you even harder.

“Oh my God!” you gasped, arching up off the bed from all the pleasure wounding up inside you.

Wanda’s thrusts began to get sloppy, albeit hard and rough, as she chased her own climax. She squeezed your breasts bruisingly hard in an attempt to slow herself down for your sake, but your loud mewls of pleasure only riled her up even more.

“I’m gonna c-cum,” you whimpered, feeling the skin of Wanda’s back tear under your nails.

“Cum f-for me,” Wanda grunted, her breath hitching as her orgasm found her as soon as yours did, her mouth falling open and thrusts getting uneven as she came.

Your toes curled as your body climaxed, and her sloppy thrusts only prolonged your orgasm. You had to lean up and bite Wanda’s shoulder to keep from screaming, and she held you flush against her, her thrusts slowing as she came down from her high.

After a few moments, you were both a panting mess in each other’s arms. Cum had leaked from both of you, mixing and pooling on the sheets below.

“Fuck,” Wanda breathed as she held you. Now that the blinding orgasm had passed, she could feel her back throbbing from all the scratches you had given her, along with the skin-breaking bite on her shoulder.

You fell back onto the pillows, catching your breath as Wanda pulled out of you slowly, causing you to wince. Tossing the glistening strap aside, she crawled over you and kissed you gently, humming into your mouth.

“That,” you breathed, “was amazing.” You ran your hands over her back, pausing when you felt something wet. Bringing your hand up to your face, you saw light smudges of blood on your fingers that had come from the scratches on her back.

Wanda looked at the blood and smirked. “Looks like you were the one who got too rough, after all."

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"Uhh... hello?"

You looked at the woman standing in the stairs. She was wearing a dark veil that matched the rest of her outfit- oh shit, that's a funeral outfit.

I really did pick a bad time to come here, didn't I? She's in mourning, she sees an intruder, and her day went from bad to worst. Yep, she's gonna kill me.

You took one look at the woman and then at all the possible exits: the doors- no, they'd be too heavy to move and what if they're locked? The window- but I'd have to jump out and just because it looks cool in movies to jump through glass, doesn't mean it'll work, Y/n.

So, the only option was to eliminate the threat. Or maybe... defuse it.

"This is your doll, right?" You asked, pointing at the doll, judging by the lace designs on both of their dresses. The woman didn't reply. "It looks like its been... used a lot. To be honest, she's very different than most dolls I've seen, definitely a lot more spookier." You nervously giggled, hoping she didn't mind. "But... she looks like she's been loved. A lot. Despite being broken from a lot of places, someone still took their time to fix her." You smiled sadly, remembering your own doll that Mia had ripped. "Wish I had someone like that. To sew up the wounds and fix them."You mumbled, not really sure if you were talking about your doll or yourself.

"Your doll, she's- she's very pretty. My sister would've liked her." You began. "Which is why I'm here. My family, we were in an accident- I know it was wrong of me to come here without permission, but I need to find my sister, Rose and my father, Ethan." You took a step closer. "They both of have blonde hair. Rose, my sister, she's just 6 months old. She was dressed in a baby pink onesie, bundled up in a blanket. My father, Ethan, he's about this tall and has big blue eyes. I think he was wearing a jacket, with blue denim jeans. H-have you seen them?" You asked, eyes full of hope and voice laced with eagerness.

Please, please let her have seen them. God, please.

Unsurprisingly, the woman didn't reply, but she did turn her head towards the left window. You didn't know whether she was telling you to get out of her house or signalling that they are out there, but you knew you had to leave.

Nodding, you slowly walked towards the window, your heart beating faster as you prayed that this wasn't some sort of trap, hoping she wouldn't attack you from behind because that would be like... really shitty.

But you left the house unharmed, and without looking back at the window because you didn't want to jinx it, you walked towards the forrest once again, thankful that the sun had finally came out.

Where are you guys?

You had been walking for a couple of hours now, the sun had been a bit warmer today, which was good since you hated the snow that surrounded you now. You looked at the map, tracing the path to your new destination. The Salvatore reservoir. It seemed like it would take you a day's journey to get there, and you sure as hell weren't seeing any lake in sight.

God, when will this nightmare end?

You decided to sit on a stone and take some much needed rest. Your feet ached from all the walking, and your calves were cramping. You rolled your head, popping it from the side, before taking off the rifle that had been weighing down, stretching out your arms. Digging through the little back pack you bought from Duke, you pulled out a thermos of coffee and twinkie. You don't know how or where he got it, but Duke had filled your bag with a couple of snacks; saying its for his loyal customer.

So, here you sat, in the middle of the snowy woods, eating a twinkie and drinking a lukewarm coffee. Both didn't taste good, but they're gonna keep you alive so, no complaining.

After drinking the coffee, you rested your head against a tree, recalling last nights events as you waited for the caffeine to kick in.

You tried to make sense of what happened when you got... locked in the basement. You thought you had forgotten about her, Angel. Guess not.

Wait- didn't that lady lock me in the basement? Maybe, she didn't look very hostile, her creepy doll looked scarier than she did.

You laughed at the irony. You always made fun of the horror movies where the family would become so attached to the most horrifying doll, and you'd scream at their stupidity, And yet here you were, falling for the cliche as you found comfort in that creepy doll.

Man, I'm really losing it here.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to come up with the next plan. But the warm coffee had lulled you right to sleep, which was dangerous but you were too tired to care.

Just for a couple of minutes...

You woke up to the sound of growling and heavy steps. And as soon as you opened your eyes, you knew you had definitely slept for far longer than a few minutes. But that was not of concern at the moment. No, it was the source of the growling that had woken you up.

Just about 40 feet away from you were lycans. Plural. Not one, not two, but 5 lycans, and one of them was a really big one.

You held your breath as you watched them wander around; they hadn't spotted you yet, and if you stayed quiet, you hoped they would just go away.

Stilling yourself as much as you could, you watched them with wide eyes. One of them started to walk in your direction, it wasn't looking at you, which meant that it hadn't seen you, but he would if he kept on walking this way.

God, I know we haven't been on good terms, but like c'mon, you gotta give me a break. Please, I love you? Come on, you know this is not how I want to go.

You sent a silent prayer, and perhaps it worked, since the lycan suddenly turned the other way, joining its pack as they started walking deeper into the woods.

Slowly, you began to gather up your things, silently shoving them in your bag, one eye on the lycans and the other one making sure that you don't accidentally drop something that'd cause noise.

Fortunately, you didn't. You swung the bag over your shoulder, and took a step forward, careful not to step on any twigs.

Maybe God did love me. All that time in church-

THWACK!

You jumped back as a huge sheet of snow fell from the trees in front of you. You whipped your head towards the monsters and they all had stopped dead in their tracks. Slowly, one of them turned and if they hadn't heard the snow fall, they'd definitely heard the way your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Then, it growled.

Motherfucker.

You pulled out your gun just as the two of them began running your way. With a quick jump to the side, you dodged them and shot them two times each. Hearing your gun fire, the other two began running your way too, while the larger one stayed behind as it watched. This time, as you shot one of them, the other managed to kick you in the chest hard, throwing you against the rock. Luckily, you didn't hit your head, as you rolled and shot it dead.

Spitting out the blood, you looked back at the last lycan who had already started running your way. You began loading up your gun with trembling hands, but just as you aimed, the lycan took a giant leap and knocked the gun out of your hand.

Fuck.

The giant grabbed you by your neck, lifting you up high before throwing you across the ground. You wheezed, scrambling up to your feet as you began running away from it, its heavy steps following you. It roared angrily behind you, and that only made you ignore the burning pain in your chest as you ran faster.

But of course, God had decided to make you live a cliche horror movie, because you tripped over a fucking branch, making you fall on your stomach. You flipped over instantly, and saw your nightmare come true as the lycan jumped on you.

On pure reflex, you punched it square in the face, which you doubted hurt it more than it hurt you, if anything, the monster was momentarily perplexed, but that was enough for you to slip from under it.

But you were only able to take a few steps away when it suddenly grabbed you by your neck and lifted you up again, snarling as it began opening its mouth, revealing its razor-sharp teeth at you.

God, if you're hearing this, I'm converting to atheism because I did not need this today.

Looking at the horrifying lycan, you prayed one last time before you were eaten by it. Surprisingly, your life did not flash before your eyes, which you were kinda grateful for because you did not need to relive that before your death.

But that moment didn't came. No, what came were familiar moans of pain, and then the sound of a drill, followed by blood splattering on your face as the lycan was sliced vertically from the head to the toe by the aforementioned drill.

The lycan fell to the ground, revealing the pair of soldats that killed them and behind them a smirking Heisenberg, who rested against a tree, tipping his hat at you.

You were far too shocked to say anything, and after a few seconds, the man walked over to you, blocking the view of his monstrous creations just mutilating the lycans.

"So... that was a bit traumatising." He started, chuckling at your stunned face. "You okay, kid?"

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck-

"Yeah." You took his hand, and he helped you up. You groaned at the pain, touching the tender side around the chest where the lycan had hit you. Yeah, you probably broke a rib.

Heisenberg helped you sit down on a tree stump. "Hmm, that bastard kicked you hard didn't it." Wait- "But that was a phenomenal punch you threw at it. Nearly made me burst out laughing."

"You were watching? Why the fuck didn't you come in before!"

He shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you could really handle yourself- which you were pretty good at, but then you lost your gun and it was kinda an unfair match from there on." He pulled out some pills from his coat. "i was just passing by when I saw those lycans moving away. Thats when I pushed the tree which made snow sheet fall and you know the rest from there on."

Your eyes went wide. "You did that on purpose? What the shit, Heisenberg-?! Fuck." You doubled over in pain, clutching your ribs, heaving.

"Shh, stay still, kid. Here, take these. They'll help with the pain." You eyed the bottle before popping two in your mouth. Hey, if he wanted me dead, he wouldn't have saved me from the lycan. "I just wanted to see if you were worth the trouble, and as it turns out, you are."

"You didn't have to almost kill me to see that. And now I've lost my gun. And I don't have any money to buy a new one. I doubt Duke gives freebies." You huffed out.

Heisenberg rolled his eyes. "God, you sure do whine a lot. Here-" He dropped a tiny pouch in your lap. "There's some coins in there. That should be enough to buy you a new gun. And for fucks sake, get a gun with more rounds! You don't have time to be loading a gun mid battle." He huffed. "So, where are you going now?"

You rolled your head from side to side. "Well, I went to the Beneviento house. Didn't find Ethan or Rose there. Now, I'm going to the lake."

"The lake? Huh, well if you survived Donna, then Moreau should be a piece of cake. You got the map? Let me show you the short cut, it's not far from here." You gave him the map and he showed you the directions.

"Where are you going then?"

"Mother Miranda called. Don't worry, I'll keep our meeting a secret." He then nodded at you. "Alright, I'm off now."

"Wait!" Your voice stopped him. "I don't know when I'll see Duke again. And I don't have gun, so what if another pack of lycans come?"

Heisenberg slumped his shoulders as he let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. I gotta do everything by myself." He dog whistled and one of the soldats stopped maiming the lycan and ran to Heisenberg. "From now on, you're gonna listen to her."The soldat looked at you and nodded. "If she tells you to kill, you kill. If she tells you to die, you die. Follow her around and keep her safe." The soldat nodded. Then Heisenberg turned to you. "He's already dead, so don't worry about throwing him in danger. Oh and also, just take him into the sun every once in a while so that his engine can recharge. You'll know when he needs the sun."

You were baffled. "Wait, Heisenberg- how the- what the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

"Figure it out, kid. Think of him as a guard dog."

You looked at the soldat then at Heisenberg's retreating form, then back at the soldat.

"So..." The soldat stared at you. "You got a name?"

"Handsome." You nodded to yourself as you trudged, using the soldat's arm to support yourself. "That's what I'm gonna call you. Handsome. What do you think?"

The soldat was wearing a metal contraption over its eyes, so you couldn't really tell what it was feeling.

"Well, you don't seem to have any complaints, so from now on, you'll respond to the name "Handsome". Do you understand?"

The soldat nodded.

You laughed. God, the pain meds were either making me stupid or everything else funnier.

You looked at the map again. Just a couple of more minutes and then a right turn. And then you should see the lake- god, this map was confusing as hell.

"So..." you wondered what you should ask the cyborg. Oh right. "You seen Ethan? Blonde man, crazy big eyes. Or a baby, Rose?" The man shook his head no.

Sigh. What else could I ask him? What about how did he die? No, what if that's triggering? I can't handle a Terminator right now. And I don't think I should ask him about his past or anything that'll cause him to have a existential crisis. Ah! I've got it!

"Hey, how do you see?"

The soldat looks down at you for a few seconds then points at his metal contraption.

Wait- is that sarcasm?

You scoff. "Of course, you see with your eyes! I meant, with the whole metal thingy covering them, how do you- oh, there's this vision specs in them."

You smiled. "Hey, you're kinda like Cyclops, yknow-" you were cut off as Handsome suddenly pushed you to the ground, turning on his drill.

"Wait, shit- you don't have to be Cyclops! We can talk this out-" but Handsome was focusing on something else, and that's when you saw it. Two lycans.

Handsome ran and easily maimed them to pieces, I mean, you had to look away from the horrific scene midway.

The soldat returned five minutes later, covered in blood. He extended his hand and you reluctantly took it, letting him support you as you began walking again, your heart still beating like crazy.

But you calmed down when you finally reached the lake, the setting sun gave serene feel to the entire reservoir. You inhaled deeply before looking at Handsome. "Lets go down there." You pointed at the lake.

You were both sitting at the wooden broadwalk, your legs hanging off the ledge. You looked at the water, it wasn't crystal clear, but you could see some fishes swimming around, so at least it wasn't dangerous to life. You looked at Handsome, then at his drill and you realised he was still covered in blood. "Lets get you cleaned up, hm?" You said, pulling out a rag from your bag and dipping it in the cold water below. You began with cleaning up his drill, then dipping the rag back in cold water and cleaning his chest and his other arm.

"Good job back there, Handsome."You smiled as Handsome nodded. "Heisenberg was right, you are kinda like a dog. Hmm, I wonder if..." You tested your theory as you petted him on the head. "Good job, Handsome!" But the soldat only tilted its head in confusion.

"Hmm, perhaps not." You cupped the cold water in your hands and washed your own face, You looked at your reflection in the water. "You wanna go for a swim? I don't mind." Handsome shook his head. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of swimming either."

Handsome stared at you. You scoffed. "Oh so you pretend you don't understand what I say, but you want to hear the story? Fine, but I'm only telling you because it might be important later."

You both stared at the water as you began your story. "Well, when I was 15, I had snuck out of the house to go to a party. It was at this rich girl's house and I knew she didn't like me, but I was surprised when she had invited me to her place. Yes, a red flag I should've seen from miles ago, but I was young and dumb and desperate to climb the highschool social hierarchy." You chuckled. "Anyways, long story short, one of the guys there pushed me into the pool because I don't know if they thought it was funny to see me drown? By some luck, I managed to grab onto the pool ledge and pull myself up. I immediately left the party, embarrassed and cold and on the verge of breaking down. Then on the way back home, there was this car following me and then some weirdo catcalled me and tried to get me in his car. Now, scared for my life because I watched a lot of Criminal Minds, I ran all the way home, praying that he leaves me alone. I think he stopped when he saw a Range Rover following him, but I don't know. I just rushed back home." You sighed. "You know what happened next? I bursted through the front door, slamming it shut and I turn around to see my dad in the living room, looking surprised to see me. He stood up and looked me up and down and then said, "Y/n? You're drenched completely. And you're messing up the floor. You know what? Mia's in the bathroom right now, why don't you go upstairs and I'll clean up here. You know how she gets when there's water on the wood." And I was just so shocked, that I didn't say anything and went back upstairs. Once I was in the shower, that's when I broke down crying. I almost drowned, almost got kidnapped and my father was worried about me messing up the wooden floor? Hell, he didn't even ask me why I was coming home at midnight." Your tears fell into the lake, making small ripples. You chuckled, "God, I always wondered how tired he must've been from work that day to ignore all these visible signs of distress. I always hated his job, you know? They made him work way too much." You looked at Handsome who was looking at the lake. "Anywho, now you know I can't swim so, save me if I fall into this lake, okay?" He nodded.

You guys sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before a question popped up in your mind. "Handsome?" He turned his head towards you, only to see a mischievous smile on your face. "Are you seeing someone?" The man turned his back to the lake, making you laugh. "Ahh, so you like someone. Tell me, is it someone from the village?" The man further turned his head away from you in embarrassment. "Oh come on, tell me! Is it a girl?" He nodded reluctantly, making you punch his arm. "You dog! Does she know?" Handsome shook his head, making you smile. "Tell you what? As a payback for saving me back there, I'll help you get her. I'll be your wingman, Handsome, hm?" He nodded a bit enthusiastically.

"We all deserve good things, Handsome. No matter how we look, or what we are, these things don't really define one's self worth. Its our intentions, you know?" Handsome didn't know, but he nodded anyways.

"Good. Now, lets go check out this place. Keep an eye out for Ethan and Rose, okay?" You told him, not knowing someone was already watching the two of you.

So... thought?

What did you guys think about Handsome? I'm gonna post a pic of him soon if you guys want.

Part 5 is here.

[cnderyne]

Your Happy Ending.

Summary: You have your happy ending with Diluc. He was there to mend what Kaeya destroyed. It isnt the ending Kaeya wants.

Part 2 of He Was Supposed To Be Yours.

Part 3: You Were Supposed To Be His

Genre: fluff and a bit of angst.

Pairing: Diluc x Reader (fluff) Kaeya x Reader (angst and very little of the pair)

Warnings: like one swear word and it is kinda long

Word Count: 1,325

A/N: Thank you @reveltica for requesting a part 2 and thank you @imnikki for the idea :D. I... may have went a bit to overboard on the relationship with Diluc so no jealous Kaeya is in this but I promise I will do a part 3 of this v soon. I also changed the title of part 1 to 2nd person bc it really didnt fit. Anyways, thank you for reading <33

You never actually had such a malicious intention to break Kaeya using his brother and you still don't. Even through all the torment and emotionally abusive things Kaeya has done to you, using an innocent person is unfathomable to you. Diluc managed to hurt Kaeya because he wanted to court you. I'll give an overview of how you got to the point of a relationship. 

After you saw what Kaeya did, you avoided him. There was no dramatic fight nor was there any confrontation about what you witnessed. He just… stopped being in your life. Of course you needed to let him know you guys were over so you opted to just send him a letter that you wrote while drinking at Angel's Share. 

Dear Kaeya,

I knew you never wanted me so I will let you go. I hope you are happier with Traveler. 

Y/N xx

Those kisses were meaningless and you hoped he would see the humour in that last sentence. Tears still welled up as you wrote that. Emotions were hard to get rid off after all. Diluc saw this. Everytime you entered the Tavern, his eyes lingered on your graceful figure but always lowered his gaze whenever you would run into Kaeya's arms. Diluc was conflicted at the time. How dare he hold feelings for you while his brother held you. That feeling never left after seeing you hiding from Kaeya whenever you were both in the bar. I mean, you were his brother's ex. Oh but how he wanted to indulge in a relationship with you. 

That all changed one week. Kaeya was out on a mission for a week so you allowed yourself to meander around Mondstadt with finally a genuine smile on your glowing face. The townspeople, who knew of the situation, were affected by your change in mood and soon, the whole town of Mondstadt shared a similar feeling. 

A night alone at your house felt lovely but now you could roam around, so you decided to go to the tavern to waste all your money on alcohol. You seated yourself at the bar so you could get your drinks quicker. This was something you never did and Diluc realised that. He was aware of his brother's absence and was rather grateful because he got to see the gorgeous smile you rarely showed after the break up. It really suited your face and he couldn't help but fall for you again. This time there weren't any problems with his feelings. 

"Hi Diluc! May I have a glass of dandelion wine?" Your energetic voice filled his ears, soothing him like a melody Venti would play. You noticed his… dazed look so you called out to him. His eyes widened a bit and began to process your request.

"Sorry. Let me get that for you." When he turned to prepare your drink, a dust of pink covered his cheeks. Diluc gave you the drink, with a bit of fumbling. You took a sip of the wine and the refreshing taste cleansed your palate. The drink dwindled and but there was still a craving for more. After a lot few glasses, your speech started to slightly slur and you that familiar lightheaded feeling comes that happenes everytime you drink. However, there is warmth surrounding you instead of that empty and icy feeling that always hurts.

"Aaah Diluc, your drinks are always the best. You're just what I need," you looked up at him and was met with an averted gaze on flustered face. You continued to praise him, "Diluc, I am being serious. I really like being around you. It makes me feel so warm and comforting. Are you my panacea or something?"

"I-I think you've drunk a bit too much." Diluc slipped the glass out of your grasp and placed it behind him, while you were frowning and holding his arm to get it back.

"Please let me have one more drink," You begged and gave his arm a little squeeze. This resulted in you stating, "Oh my! How big are your muscles? Sheesh, you're so strong!" An innocently intended question made Diluc jolt his arm back and the colour of his faced matched his hair. Startled by his sudden movements you immediately apologised. You may have been drunk but you still knew when you messed up.

"It's not your fault. I was just... surprised what you said and if you keep drinking, you won't be able to walk back home."

"Then you can walk me home. If that is okay with you that is." He informed you that it will be really late by the time he can walk you home. You responded with, "It's okay. I can wait for you."

And so, you and Diluc got closer than ever. The conversations shared that night flowed with ease.

The walk home was filled with laughter and subtle glances. The night air felt uncomfortable on your skin as goosebumps were raised to keep your body warm despite Diluc feeling like a portable heater next to you. Diluc saw your hands rubbing your bare arms in attempt to gain heat so he plopped his large coat onto you. The smell of alcohol and sweat invaded your senses but it wasn't as bad of a smell as you would think. You nestled into the oversized coat and wished you could stay in it forever.

"My apologies that it doesn't smell good."

"Don't worry about it. It smells homely and your coat is really comfy." He let out a light chuckle and you continued the conversation.

You told him the story of how you once got your ass handed to you by a whopper flower. An embarrassing yet humorous tale. The dim street lights eluminated Diluc's face to bless your eyes with his tender smile, obviously smiling at your ridiculous telling of the story. In return, he told you “one of many” stories he has about things that happened while he was working at the Tavern. As that story came to a close, you were at the doorstep of you house.

"Thank you for walking me home! I had a lovely time with you today. Here is your coat back." Taking it off, your body was exposed to the chilling air, which made you shiver slightly. It was a shame you had to take it off. It was really fun to wear.

"I hope it was able to keep you warm," Diluc took it into his hands and put the coat back on him. "If it is okay with you, can I take you on a date?"

"Only if you give me a hug." You attempted to be playful only resulted in you wanting to die of embarrassment more than when you told that story. However, Diluc immediately embraced you. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to hug you and get a date with you. The hug was unlike any other. You relaxed into his hug absorbing the heat he emitted. His hand was carefully placed your waist and the back of your head. He curled up around you and held you close, as if you were about to leave him for good. You decided that the hug would definitely happen again.

His embrace weakened but was still unwilling to let go. Soon after, he withdrew himself from the hug. "I'll pick you up at 6." With that, he walked away.

Despite how reserved he is, Diluc was very good company that night. He was also very good company for the following days that soon turned into weeks.

You hopelessly and utterly fell for the red head that brought you the company you craved. Unlike how you begged Kaeya for attention, with Diluc, it felt healthy. It felt right. You got your happy ending with Diluc and you are happier than ever with him.

However, Kaeya found out that you and Diluc. Needless to say, he wanted his "doll" back.

[aly-writes]

soulmate that wasn't meant to be — jeon pildo

first post! this is just something quick i wrote up because the idea wouldn't leave my brain and also,,, i love him???? a lot???? and he deserves way more attention than he gets

pretty short and simple<3 kinda bad because i wrote in in about ten minutes but it's whatever. thank you for reading!

word count: 775

warnings: unrequited love (?), slight angst

You weren't one to be jealous in your relationship. Though—you weren’t sure if you could call it that. There were a few shared kisses here and there, and on occasion, a tender moment shared between the two of you. The playful glances at each other across the room of the office were always your favorite. You held onto the phrase ‘I love you’ for months after it rolled off of his tongue that one fateful night. Despite that…

It was never anything official.

You should have held yourself back from catching feelings so easily.

But he was perfect in your eyes, how could you not? Courageous, caring… the one for you. You couldn’t imagine yourself with someone else. But could he say the same?

This question had been plaguing your every thought for weeks.

Detective Oh Hyejin had everything you didn’t.

From the moment she first joined the unit, it was hard to hold back the intense insecurity that came with your unsteady relationship. She had looks and skills that you couldn't begin comparing yourself to. There was no doubt her fighting prowess could best yours any day.

When it was ultimately decided she would become Pildo’s partner, you swallowed down your silent protests. They slowly bubbled up into larger worries as time went on, becoming a heavyweight of insecurity resting in your stomach.

It wasn’t until the death of Do Gangjae that any remaining hope you had fizzled out of your body.

Suffering from a nasty stab wound to your thigh, you lagged behind him as he ran after Choi Mujin and Gangjae. You only arrived after Hyejin fired two shots. You saw the way he looked at her. The way he gently touched her hands, or the tone he used while he called out her name.

It was the same way he used to look at you.

Later that night, you laid down in your apartment. He had just patched up your leg and was sitting next to you, holding your hand lightly. The lighting was dim, nearly grey. Your fingertips were cold, but his hands were colder. Not as warm as they used to be on those rainy nights the both of you loved to spend together.

It reminded you of the feelings inside of your chest. Once so warm and exciting, but now an ache that refused to go away.

You bit your lip and squeezed his hand. It was a small signal that you used before. Normally, it was when you were feeling whiny and wanted attention, but this time was different. The action was rougher than usual, desperate.

He turned to you, his eyes coming into contact with yours. You tugged him down slowly, looking at his lips and back up to his eyes. Asking for permission. He sealed the request as he leaned forward, molding your lips together.

The familiar warmth in your heart appeared for a brief moment, not as strong as months past. Quickly, it shut itself down and was replaced with the dreaded ache you had prayed wouldn’t come back.

The pang in your chest made you press your eyes shut tighter than before. You had a feeling this was the last time you would share a moment like this. For now, all you could do was savor the kiss while it lasted.

His lips were brushed against yours as he pulled away, and you relished in the feeling for a second longer before speaking up.

“You hesitated,” you mumbled against his lips. Finally opening up your eyes once more, you gazed down at your connected hands.

“When you told me you loved me… you hesitated.”

Your statement was more firm, albeit gentle.

“Y/N…” he whispered. By his tone, you knew he understood your intent.

“You didn’t hesitate when you chased after her,” you murmured in a hushed tone.

“I-” he stuttered, searching for the right words. “Y/N… I love you,” he pleaded.

Finally, you looked up into his eyes.

The gaze he was giving you was stark in contrast to the way he used to look at you. The brightness you had held so dear was gone, and the warmth you used to find so much comfort in was now directed towards another woman. No longer yours alone.

That was all it took to make your lip quiver.

“Not the way you love her.”

Your voice wavered. You shut your eyes, a tear escaping from the pool it had been brimming at. You unclasped your fingers from his. The cold sweltered around them, replacing the role his hand had before it. You brought them up to your chest and rolled over, letting your tears silently fall.

He was your soulmate that wasn’t meant to be.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨2

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) nothing as yet.

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: Thank you for your positive response to this one! I hope you enjoy what I have in store.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Your Spotify list of redundant tracks flowed through the apartment as you sat typing at your small desk in the corner of the front room. The boxy space was as oppressive as any office space, another reason for your voluntary work at the gallery. Vanessa let you in the studio to paint. Without the privilege, you wouldn’t have the space for your easel.

You stretched your fingers and rubbed your eyes. You felt dizzy from staring at the screen, even with night mode on. The work was monotonous and made you restless. You wanted a pencil or brush in hand, a canvas before you, not this blaring laptop. You yawned and took a sip of your lukewarm water.

Your phone vibrated from across the room and you checked the time. Your lunch started soon but no one was really keeping track. As long as you got your assignments done, it didn’t matter when you chewed on toast and disassociated.

You got up and grabbed your phone from the corner table and leaned against the arm of the couch. You remembered how Marcus woke up there and grumbled as he lifted his head in pain. You couldn’t really feel bad for him going into work hungover. He embarrassed you and it didn’t quite sink in until after Clark left you to stare down at your drunk boyfriend.

An unknown number showed on your screen and you answered tentatively, ready to hang up at the first sales pitch. Your name came from the speaker and you recognized the deep voice in an instant. It took you back to the night before and the canvas hung on the wall.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Clark said, “I only just had the paintings hung and I thought… well, I thought you might like to come see them in their new home.”

“Um…” you chewed your thumb, uncertain how to respond.

“Sorry, I know I can be a bit… to the point,” he laughed at himself, “how are you?”

“I’m good, just… taking a break.”

“You working?”

“Yeah, but I work from home,” you said as you touched the side of your neck, “I could… I could come see them but it might be a while before--”

“When are you finished work?” he asked bluntly.

“Four but I… maybe another day.”

“I don’t mean to be pushy but I did have something else to speak with you about,” he said, “a commission, like I mentioned.”

“Oh?”

“I kinda wanna get it started sooner than later, it will probably be pretty time-consuming,” he explained and you heard a clink and a soft sip, “I don’t wanna get into details on the phone but I promise, you will be compensated nicely.”

“You can’t wait until tomorrow?” you wondered.

“I suppose I can but it’d have to be during the day,” he responded, “why don’t you take some time to figure it out and get back to me by two? You can text me through this number.”

“Erm, sure,” you said uneasily, “I’m sorry, it’s just… very sudden, I don’t--”

“You can bring the boyfriend,” he said casually, “if you like.”

“He won’t be… home,” you said carefully, “I’ll let you know. Thank you.”

“I look forward to hearing from you,” he replied, “have a good day.”

“You, too,” you said and the line died.

You put your phone down and took a moment. Good things rarely happened to you. You struggled so long it was hard to think that might change. The skeptic in you told you there was something behind it all. That it couldn’t possibly be your art.

You went back to your computer and sighed as you waved away the screensaver with your mouse. The blinking cursor made you want to believe it was your big break.

🎨

You texted Clark at one and at four, you were in an Uber. Marcus drove his car to work and you stuck to buses and the underground when you could. The address was at least an hour out, the house among those estates on the edge of the city reserved for the upper echelon. You’d only ever seen the sprawling yards on your way to the next town.

When the car finally turned up the drive and you passed beyond a low brick wall, you felt entirely out of your depth. You tipped the Uber but didn’t feel too bad with the check from Vanessa sitting soundly in your account. You clutched the strap of your bag and walked along the curve of the brick work towards the stairs.

“Hey,” you stopped as Clark called to you, your ankle still tender from the night before.

You glanced over as he came out of the large garage and peeled off a pair of leather gloves. He smiled as he tucked them into his jacket pocket. You watched him and played with the clasp on your bag.

“Just got back from a drive,” he said, “I almost got carried away. I’m glad you made it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you replied.

“Well, come on, let me show you around,” he waved behind you towards the front doors, “we’ll go on a tour and then we can talk details.”

“Wow,” you uttered mindlessly as you climbed the stairs to the door but kept the weight on your uninjured ankle, “this place is huge.”

“My contractor went a little crazy,” he scoffed, “but I can’t complain.”

He led you through the doors and directed you to the left. In the front room, your work was hung along the opposite wall, arranged in a way that drew the eye to them. You stepped closer and peered up at your work with a hint of awe. They looked even better in a place like that.

“I had my interior designer make the final call on where to hang them,” he explained, “I hope you don’t mind, I gave her your details. She said she had clients who might be interested in your work.”

“Really?” you breathed, “that’s… too nice.”

“Oh yeah? One day, you’ll be sick of rich pricks like me,” he grinned, “I’ll show you the pool, that’s usually the main attraction.”

“Sounds good,” you said as you followed but he paused and watched your stunted gait.

“I forgot, we can go slow,” he offered, “how’s the ankle?”

“I’ll make do,” you affirmed as you neared him, “just need to get my steps in.”

🎨

As you finished the tour of the second floor, you slowed along the long hall and admired the work of artists you only ever saw in museums. You couldn’t help but be enamoured by the historic blots of paint. You almost forgot where you were as you leaned in to read the initials beneath the pastel flowers.

“So,” Clark’s voice brought you back, you almost blanked him out entirely in your mind, “I think you might have noticed the empty space above the fireplace in the front room. I was hoping you could fill it.”

“Oh?” you looked at him and smiled nervously, “did you have something in mind? A landscape or--”

“Well, your portraits are great. I like the old world style. I was hoping you might do one of… me,” he suggested, “I know, it’s vain but why not?”

“I mean, yeah, I could do that,” you said.

“I’ll pay hourly plus materials,” he continued, “three hundred an hour.”

You almost choked at the number. You blinked and swallowed through your surprise.

“Even a small portrait would take at least twelve hours,” you warned, “are you sure?”

“I know it’s a lot of time for you, so… I was thinking, if you have to miss work, I’ll factor it into your rate. I would really like to get the project started as soon as we can,” he put his hand on his hip as he looked down at you, “the only thing I need from you is a list of materials. I’ll have them waiting for you here.”

“Here?”

“Well, yeah, I figure it makes most sense,” he turned his palm out.

“Hmm, sure, I prefer my own brushes but… you know I can just buy the stuff myself--”

“Ah, no, I want it to be perfect. You send me a list and I’ll have my assistant go out and get it all ready,” he assured, “How does Sunday sound?”

“Sunday?” you blanched. That was two days away.

“Like I said, Marcus is more than welcome to come with you,” he offered, “I’d hate to keep you from him too long.”

“I guess Sunday works,” you squeaked, “I’ll talk to Marcus.”

“Great,” he said coolly, “well, that’s business. How about a drink to seal the deal?”

“I don’t know, I should probably get back,” you fiddled with your bag against your hip.

“One drink won’t hurt,” he said, “go on, call the boyfriend and let him know you won’t be much longer.”

“I… thanks,” you murmured.

“You’re humble for an artist,” he joked as he sidled by you, “once you grow an ego, you’ll be unstoppable.” He neared the stairs as you turned to watch him, “I’ll be at the bar, waiting. You like gin?”

“Sure,” you answered as you pulled out your phone, “I’ll see you down there.”

🎨

When you told Marcus about your new side gig, he was even more excited than you. You were anxious and slightly hesitant. You hated to jump in feet first and risk losing more than a few tubes of paint. What if the work wasn’t good enough?

Marcus was more than willing to come with you when you told him about the size of the place. He knew by the area that it was extravagant. You sat in the passenger seat with the most expensive bottle of wine you’d ever bought cradled between your legs. You hated to show up empty handed after all of Clark’s generosity.

Marcus got lost and went down the wrong driveway before you righted your course. As you drove up, you were once more overcome from the rich rosebuds and sparkling fountain at the centre of the mosaic. You gripped the neck of the bottle and got out as Marcus whistled in awe.

“You weren’t kidding. This place is fucking nuts,” he swore, “I should’ve worn the tux from my brother’s wedding.”

“Please, Marcus,” you rolled your eyes, “let’s both try not to break anything.”

“You’re the clumsy one,” he chirped, “shit, you’re so lucky. You get to hang out here and paint all day? God, I wish I had an ounce of artistic talent. I’d trade it for code in a minute.”

You climbed the steps and clanged the large knocker on the right door. You waited a moment before an answer came and Clark appeared on the other side and beckoned you inside. He smiled as he shook Marcus’ hand.

“Thanks for joining us,” he said, “I would’ve felt awful stealing your girlfriend on the weekend like this.”

“Are you kidding me? She said you had a pool and I snuck the swim shorts into the backseat,” Marcus chuckled and you nudged him with your elbow.

“See?” Clark arched a brow, “the pool is always the seller.”

“Here,” you said as you held out the bottle of red, “for everything you’ve done and welcoming us into your home.”

“Ohhh,” he took the bottle and looked over the label, “I got a spot for this right behind the bar. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I brought my brushes,” you patted the canvas bag on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah, well, I’ll just put this away and we’ll give Marcus the grand tour. Then I’ll get you situated,” he assured and rushed off.

He returned and pointed Marcus through to the front room, “you’ll see, just over here,” he directed him to your paintings.

“Oh, wow, babe,” Marcus marveled at the hung portraits, “you really did it.”

You smiled bashfully and Clark peeked over at you and winked. You squirmed as your cheeks burned and you turned away as he beckoned Marcus past the mantle.

“It’s a big place,” Clark said, “I’d like to get you started before noon.”

Clark led you along the same path as days before and slowed as you came back to the top of the stairs. He turned back and clapped his hands together.

“Marcus, if you wanna hop in the pool, we’re gonna start just in there,” he pointed to the one door you hadn’t looked through, “that’s the studio.”

“What about you?” Marcus asked.

“Well, I’ll be a part of the process so I’m afraid I will be just as busy but if you need anything, Nina, she has a crooked nose and mean mouth but don’t let her fool you, she’ll get you whatever you need,” he said, “just don’t track in water from the pool or she’ll string you up.”

“Oh, well, that doesn’t sound too bad. Some alone time in the sun and a pool,” Marcus grinned, “I really couldn’t ask for anything else… except you, babe.”

“Sure,” you scoffed, “go, have fun.”

Marcus kissed you quickly and thanked Clark again before he excitedly barreled down the steps. You scratched your neck as you looked back to your host, and you guessed, your new boss.

“I’m sorry about him. He can be such a kid sometimes,” you said.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he waved it off, “so, you ready to see your workspace? I kinda wanted it to be a surprise. Also, a bit last minute so it’s not perfect… yet.”

“Uh, yeah,” you answered, “can’t wait.”

He motioned you over to the tall dusty rose doors and hooked his fingers in the slotted handles. He slid them open and revealed an airy room with a tall ceiling and long windows. An easel stood facing the sun streaked glass, an immense canvas bigger than yourself, bigger than him, propped up on it. There was a ladder nearby and the table was set with a rainbow of paints and a large pallet.

Your lips parted as you neared the easel and stared up at the canvas, “you were right, it’s gonna be a lot of work.”

“I hope it’s not too much,” he said, “but you name your price. We’ll make it work.”

“No, no, I think for what you’re paying, I’ll do just fine,” you put your bag down daintily on the table, “so, uh, a portrait, I guess that means…”

Your voice trailed off as he went to the upholstered chair across the room, at an angle so you could see him from your vantage. Behind it, hung a velvet curtain to add to the scene and a bust on a pedestal. It felt surreal, like a dream.

You turned and pulled out the brushes, “I think you’ll get more tired than me, just sitting there.”

“I’ll make it through,” he assured as he sat, “is there anyway you’d like me to sit? Chin up, or…”

“Hmmm,” you turned to look at him, “I think… if you just put your shoulders back and… did you want a profile or--”

“I was thinking front-facing,” he stared at you steadily, unflinching as his eyes stuck to you, “just like this.”

“Perfect,” you said nervously and looked back to the table. 

There was water to rinse your brushes, rags, pencils, blending sticks; everything you needed and more. You took a pencil from the bunch and pulled over the ladder. You climbed up and looked over at Clark as he sat stoic and still. He looked picturesque in real life, you expected paint would only lend to his figure.

His eyes met yours and you turned to start tracing the basic shapes onto the canvas. You had to stop and steady your hand as you did. His gaze made it hard not to tremble.

[goldentsum]

━ submissives and overstimulation

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, and kirishima eijirou

GENRE: smut

TAGS: overstimulation (male receiving), slight bdsm, oral, penetration, pegging, submissive males 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my first bnha fic please-! i missed bnha so i rewatched a couple of eps of s4 and i got an idea-- a sinful one anyway-

━ bakugou ♡

surprisingly submissive. you both know he can throw you off him if he wants to but bakugou lives for the dominance that oozes out of you. 

a kinky piece of shit 

in the moment, he has absolutely no filter and is a fucking brat about it, hips jerking and moans loud as fuck that after you two finish, his voice is all scratchy and raw. 

but when you two are finished, he will get all embarrassed and angry if you comment about it like he wasn’t the one humping you like a dog. 

overstimulating katsuki is always so fun! 

bakugou growls whenever you two do something sexual but after a bit, it slowly turns into broken whimpers and you take pride on that.

his voice is just so fucking heavenly, his dick heavy in your mouth, and he taste absolutely delicious. 

one of the reasons you love giving him head is his cum. his cum just taste so amazing. there’s a hint of sweetness to it that gets you hooked and keeps you wanting more. 

so when it’s the 3rd time he came in your mouth, his voice is all raspy and raw and his body jerking nonstop but did you stop? nope. 

he’s too fun to tease to stop~ 

“f-fuck, (y/n)! don’t... s-stop--!” bakugou gasping through his 3rd orgasm for the night, body all sweaty and sensitive, as he felt you swirling your tongue around his dick’s sensitive head. 

you let of his cock for a moment, a lewd pop echoing in the room along with bakugou’s heavy pants. you smirked up at him, your hand encasing around his spent cock and rubbed him softly. it gained you a broken groan and a full on shudder, hips not knowing whether to lean away from your touch or thrust into your hand. 

“do you really want to stop, katsuki?” you asked, taking the reddening head of his dick into your mouth and licking around it gently but even that was too much for bakugou

“j-just-- let me breathe a second... geez, woman--” he groaned out and sighed in relief when he felt you stop though you didn’t remove him from your mouth. bakugou closed his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to calm his rapid heart. but then he felt a harsh suck making his eyes snap open in surprise and sensitivity and looked down at you with wide blown red eyes. 

“s-shit” his eyes rolled back to his head when you started taking more of him, your pace getting faster with each moment.

guess he just has to cum again, not that he’s really complaining. 

━ todoroki ♡

todoroki is a brat. thank you for coming to my tedtalk. but seriously though, he really is. he likes getting on your nerves and testing you and your patience as he tries out different things to get you to punish him. oomf--

he likes seeing you angry and getting punishments. his favorite is over-stimulation and orgasm denial, either is fine but over-stimulation has a special place in his heart~ 

he is a masochist. periodt. 

you don’t really like hurting him or call him degrading names cus you just wanna love him and kiss every inch of his body but shouto has different plans from you. 

and as time pass, you kinda got used to it but never really full on be dominant and sadistic on him.

so when you snapped one day, it lowkey scared him but damn, the punishment was amazing. 100000/10 todoroki will repeat again.

ngl though, shouto loves your aftercare more than any kinky shit you two tried. even if his masochistic side just wants you to leave him aching and covered with cum and sweat as he feels so worthless like a used sex doll, your aftercare was everything. 

it grew on you too, seeing him all bruised up and messy with cum and all sort of fluids raised a sick obsession in you. 

just imagining the big powerful pro-hero tied up in your bed and letting you do anything to him was making you horny. 

bratty masochist! todoroki is one hell of a ride. literally. 

ragged breaths escaped you as you stared down at the male beneath you. todoroki moaning at the pleasure, his hips trying to match yours but it was a little difficult with all the restrains you have on him. the burning ache on his wrists and arms being tied to the bedpost for who knows how long as the build up for his 4th orgasm made him dizzy. 

you bounced on his lap, feeling his large cock twitching inside you as it threatened to fill you up once again with his thick cum. over the haze of pleasure, you continued to watch your boyfriend get lost in the pleasure with his mouth open as a thin line of spit trailed down to his chin. 

growling when you felt him cum again as you ride him through his 4th orgasm, letting your hands fall down to his bruised chest and scratched him, leaving angry red lines on his marked up torso. 

todoroki groaned at the pain, hips frantically thrusting up to you and letting the overwhelming pleasure flood his entire body. broken moans and curses escaped the man when your thrust didn’t faltered even after his orgasm. 

“if you think we’re finish here then you’re absolutely wrong, you fucking whore. we’re only gonna stop if you make me cum, got that. you’re nothing more than a useless fuck toy.” you spat out, gripping his chin to make him look at you. todoroki’s half-lidded and fucked out eyes stared at you, letting out moans in between words. 

“yes-... u-use me more, m-mistress--” 

━ midoriya ♡

this boy is one whiny mofo-- goodluck 

midoriya may seem innocent but do not be fooled, he’s a sinful one. he may act all cute and stuff like that but when you two are alone, he will jump your bones like it’s no one’s business. 

he completely trusts you so you two try all sorts of kinks even if the other is unsure. it’s not gonna hurt to try. 

one kink he never knew he’ll have is pegging and you’re damn good at it. midoriya just can’t believe how well you just swirl your hips around making the dildo hit every spot in his walls that makes him see stars.

he’s really not afraid to be vocal and try all sort of things so sex is verryyy interesting. 

everytime you fuck midoriya into oblivion with a strap on, expect him to cum multiple times until he can’t anymore. he’s super sensitive too so yeah. 

midoriya cries when he’s sensitive but goddamn he looks so pretty like that. 

tears spilling down his freckled cheeks, his lips swollen, and his muscles contracting from the immense pleasure you keep giving him. 

he’s a greedy man though, even if he came multiple times he still gets soooo needy. loving the pain over-stimulation comes with. 

you love seeing the number one hero putty in your hands~ 

sounds of skin slapping and midoriya’s loud moans filled the room, your tiring hips started to get slower making the man beneath you whine at the decreasing pleasure. you clicked your tongue at that, stopping completely and leaned closer to midoriya, your chest pressed against his strong back while he heave heavy breaths. 

“s-sweets.. please m-move” he whined, grinding his ass to your strap-on and arched his back as he tried to get you to continue while he leaned against the pillow next to his head. his cock hanging between his thick thighs, cum spilling down his skin and to the blankets beneath him. he was still hard like he just didn’t cum 3 times already. 

you bit the broken skin on his neck as midoriya moaned at your sharp teeth sinking into his skin and arched his back even more, grasping the blankets. 

“good boys should take what they are given. no asking for more or less.” you said, hands moving to his chest as you thumb his nipples making him jerk his hips back and a hoarse moan escaping him. 

you started to move your hips again while one of your hands went to his thick cock, pumping him with the same pace as your thrusts, and midoriya’s eyes rolled back to his head, loud broken moans escaping him. 

you leaned away and pushed his head against the pillows, muffling his screams as you quicken your thrust. the strap-on hitting his prostate head on. 

“let’s see how many times you can cum before you pass out, izu~” 

━ kirishima ♡

red riot is a switch but leaning more into the dom side but this sweet boy loves getting praises and lives to please you. he will do everything in his power to make you satisfied and know that you are contented.

even when subbing, there’s still a hint of dominance to him. but! if you overstimulate him, his mind just melts and all thoughts and rationality flies out the window. 

his reactions are also so fucking yummy~ teeth gritting together, sharp inhales, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and hands gripping the covers of your bed as his quirk threatening to activate and just tear through the cloth.

i said it once and i’ll say it again, kirishima lives for praises. 

so please praise him. 

he’s also soooo sensitive. because when he was a teenage, he barely touched himself with how hectic UA was but when he finally had time and you came along, his libido just skyrocketed! 

at first, he cums way to early but do not fret, kiri will never never leave you unsatisfied. 

his oral techniques are top tier. you can’t change my mind. 

kirishima also is pretty quiet with just loud grunts and groans but when he already came multiple times, he really goes feral. 

he keeps on chasing the pleasure even though it probably hurts with all the sensitivity he’s feeling. 

his moans are broken and it only gets louder at that point. 

“baby girl, ahh- fuck--! you feel so good-” kirishima groans out, mouth open and showing those sharp teeth of his that you oddly had some weird fixation with. you looked at his lips, it was red and tender, as his teeth peaked out. you rolled your hips when you heard his small whine as your hand went to his mouth. shoving two fingers in his mouth, playing with his tongue that eagerly met your fingers. 

feeling his cock twitch inside you, you smirked down at the fucked out expression the man was giving you. you pressed down to his throat making him gag but his thrust never faltered and only quicken at your action.

“you look so fucking amazing, eijirou~” 

at your praise, his hips jerked and a loud moan followed it, a bit muffled by your fingers. riding him, you moaned at the pleasure he gave you as kirishima’s thick cock nudged your g-spot. 

the red-haired male groaned loudly around your fingers when he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls tight and warm as you rip an unexpected orgasm from him. 

hips jerking wildly when he suddenly came, pleasure coursing through his veins. a pathetic whimper escaping him when you continued to ride him. the sensitivity brought tears to his eyes but he didn’t stop you, body jerking when pain and pleasure hit him. 

“i wanna see you cum again, ei~” 

[padfootagain]

Evening Banter

Here we go for a new request for my 5k event! @acciorudolphx requested prompts 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 and 10 for Ben. But as I asked for only 3 prompts maximum, I've cut down the ask and used these three:

3. "You're stealing all the blanket!"

7. "What do you mean you don't like me? We're MARRIED!"

9. "You're kinda hot when you're mad, not gonna lie…"

I hope you like it!! It's just fluffy fluff and cute banter!

Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1289

It felt good to have Ben back. After being away for months to shoot one of his projects, it felt so right to finally have him laying by your side in your bed. Along the last months he had spent away, you went to see him a few times, and obviously called each other every day. But it was so different to having him on his side of the bed next to you, in your shared bedroom, in your home. To feel his weight bending the mattress in this familiar curve, and hear his breathing next to you in this room that was your home. With the familiar light of his bedside table shining in his dishevelled black curls, and his sleepy eyes blinking while he tried his hardest to stay awake just long enough to read the end of one more chapter. You could smell his scent by your side more vibrantly than when the perfume was but remnants impregnated in his pillow. His body warmed the covers you were in just the perfect amount. And to all these, the simple fact that he was there, that you could reach for his hand whenever you wanted instead of only seeing him through the pixels of a screen made you feel so happy and safe. You felt like everything in your life was right where it should be once more. Nothing was amiss. Nothing wrong could happen for as long as he was by your side, in this bed, with you.

You watched him, your own book long forgotten resting on your laps, as he finally turned a page and reached a new chapter. He grabbed his bookmark and let out a loud yawn as he put his book away on his bedside table and rubbed his tired eyes. He turned to you with a sleepy gaze that made his eyelids slightly drop on his brown eyes. In the dimly lit room, his irises had turned completely black, and you couldn't see when his irises ended and his pupils began.

He gave you a warm smile, filled with fondness, and just with his expression you knew what thought was forming in his mind even if he didn't speak the words out loud.

It meant I love you.

"I'm gonna turn off the light for tonight, darling," he told you with the softest of tones, his voice unbelievably low and deep. "I'm falling asleep."

"Me too," you nodded, putting your own book away and settling down in your bed.

You turned off your light, and turned to Ben. Your husband had slipped down his pillow to lay down as well, but he had kept his light on for now. He was staring at you with a stupid grin on his face and adoring eyes.

"What?" you asked, shying away a little, despite the fact that you had been together for years.

But then, it was Ben, and he still held all his powers over you.

"I'm glad to be home."

You reached for his hand across the bed, your fingers intertwining and locking together, the same way you had done hundreds of times before, the gesture natural, as if your two hands were meant to hold onto the other.

"I'm glad you're home too," you whispered, offering him a tender smile. "I've missed you so much."

"Me too," he hummed, blinking a few times.

You could tell he was fighting sleep just to look at you for a little longer.

"We should go to sleep, honey. You look exhausted," you said softly, brushing a few strands of his hair away from his face.

"Thanks for the compliment…"

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, closing your own eyes. If you showed him by example, he might finally imitate you and go to sleep.

You felt him moving around in the bed, but didn't hear the little 'click' of the light being turned off. You also felt the blanket move around a lot, so you grabbed your end of it and gave it a firm pull.

"You're stealing all the blanket!" Ben complained by your side.

"I am not! You're shuffling around a lot, that's all."

"You are! And I'm cold!"

You released the blanket, heaving a sigh, but Ben used your movement to properly steal the blanket this time, pulling it off of you completely.

"And who's stealing the blanket now, huh?" you complained, turning to him again with a glare.

"Not me," he grinned mischievously.

"Ben, it's late…"

"I'm just getting comfortable."

You tried to pull on the blanket again, but Ben was pulling harder. And the more he was going at it, the more annoyed you became.

"Ben, I want to go to sleep."

"Alright, I'll give you back the blanket in exchange of a kiss."

"You don't deserve one."

"Ouch…"

"You're so annoying…"

"I love you too, baby."

"Give me that blanket!"

"Give me a kiss," he repeated, an annoying cheeky grin on his lips.

And when he was like this, there was no way you would give in.

"I don't like you enough for that."

He frowned in outrage, his mouth falling open.

" What do you mean you don't like me? We're MARRIED!"

"Don't remind me…"

"Come on, give me a kiss."

"No!"

"Kiss!"

"NO! Back off!" you replied with a laughter distorting your words, but you simply couldn't hold it back any longer.

Ben moved to wrap his arm around your waist, with the same shit-eating grin plastered on his face, and he was so annoyingly cute, it was almost unbearable.

You tried – at least a little – to push him away but Ben was way stronger than you, and he had no trouble pushing you onto your back to lie on top of you, making sure you couldn't move at all.

"You're heavy," you complained, heaving a sigh that you purposefully made more annoyed than you truly were.

"You're kinda hot when you're mad, not gonna lie…" Ben replied.

"Stop flirting with me, it won't work."

"Of course it works, it made you marry me!"

"Hmmm… yeah, forgot about that."

He brushed his nose against yours, and if there was any annoyance left in your body, it vanished under the tender gesture.

"I've really missed you, you know? It was hard being away from you," Ben whispered.

"I've missed you too. Even if you're annoying."

"You mean charming."

"Annoying."

"Charming. That's what you meant."

Before you could fight back, he was leaning down to press his lips to yours, and really, how could you argue against that?

"Right… maybe a little charming," you yielded.

"Hmmm… yeah, very charming."

"Don't push it."

He chuckled, almost giggling while he dropped sweet pecks to your hairline.

"I'm tired," he mumbled against your forehead, holding you closer to him.

You softly stroked his bare back in a soothing gesture, and you felt his muscles relax under your touch.

"We should go to bed, baby."

"Hmmm… yeah."

"Come on, you're too heavy, we can't sleep like this."

"Sorry," he laughed, rolling to his side of the bed again.

He finally turned off his light, and placed back the blanket upon your frame, making sure you were warm and comfortable before resting his head on his pillow and closing his eyes. He loosely held on your waist still, just to feel you by his side, just to make sure you were there and weren't going anywhere. But where would you have gone to? There was no place you would have rather been than by his side.

"Good night, darling. Love you," he whispered in the dark, and you couldn’t refrain a smile at the tender words while bidding him good night as well.

"Sweet dreams, babe. I love you too."

[bobastar]

Piel Canela

camilo X reader

A/N: probably one of the cutest ones i’ve made ngl.

you weren’t an outcast, you weren’t someone important, you were a normal person. that’s why you questioned yourself why you somehow became friends with Camilo Madrigal. you see he was the most charming, funny, and cute person in all of Encanto, everyone wanted him.

you sat down on a little bench with him, watching the sun go down. he looked over at you and had a smudged smirk on his face. “What?” you turned over to him.

he looked shocked and threw his head back a bit. “i didn’t even say anything!” he protested, looking away dramatically. “oh i’m sorry..” you joked and pushed him slightly.

he smiled and bit his bottom lip. “but if i were to say something it would be..” he looked at you again. “hm?” you hummed. he smiled “that you’re my best friend.” those sweet words hurt you so much, ‘best friend’ and only best friends you guys were.

“yeah..you’re mine too.” you looked at the colors the sky had to offer for that night. he was tease..a flirt and he would never like you, the way you do. you just happened to have to much in common with him that you both just clicked, and became friends.

after awhile you both got up, it was getting dark. “adiós” you spoke up, he had his classic smile on his face. “adiós chiquita.” he waved.

you turned around and felt a wave of sadness, he probably has a crush on someone and he’s using you as a distraction. or maybe he doesn’t even like you, and is just friends with you because he feels bad. mixed feelings had been tangled up in your head. you went home, confused, hurt, and not wanting to eat your dessert like always, your guardians were confused as to why you were feeling so down.

— —

camilo went home and mentally cursed to himself. why didn’t he tell you? the moment was great but he screwed it up saying exactly what he didn’t want to. dolores grabbed his arm, making him yelp. “what-?” he seemed pissed off at himself. “did you tell them?” she squeaked. “no i didn’t.” he sighs. mirabel then jumped into the conversation. “yeah because he’s a wuss, come on you have do it soon because i already know someone who wants to ask them out too.” she was referring to a kid that was always trying to get y/n attention.

“yeah you’re right..okay! i’ll do it.” he exhaled “but i can’t-“ he walked away with his head down. “yes you can!” mirabel dragged him back to the two girls. “you have to! you guys basically belong together!” mirabel slid her hands down her face dramatically. “it’s kinda gross.”

“yeah..you have to stop being a little baby, hermanito.” dolores put a hand on his shoulder. “you can do this..!” the tender voice of his hermana mayor made him clear up his mind. he is going to do this.

after the little ted talk with them, he went up to his room remembering what he was going to tell y/n before he chickened out. he kept thinking about how they are always so…captivating, in his eyes they are the most special person of ALL Encanto. something about them made him turn all nervous.

— —

it was the next day, you got all the vegetables and fruits ready for the ones who needed to go shopping that day. you had just finished a small talk with a little old lady. camilo watched you carefully, con mucha ternura. he loves everything about you, how you make the elderly feel more young again and your pretty smile.

everything around you felt bland, the flowers didn’t smell the same, the fruit seemed to not have the same bright colors, and then you saw him. su piel canela shined in the morning sun, sus ojos negros y verdes made your heart pump out of your chest, and of course his pecitas were always a cute little add on to his pretty features. he wasn’t dull or bland…he was perfect.

“camilo? you just gonna stand there como un loco?” you joked and smiled softly at him. he shook his head and made his way over to you. “are you uh..making a lot of business today?” he asked, clearing his throat. “mhm…it’s going good so far, did you need to come here for a chore?”

“no…i actually wanted to ask you..a question.” he looked down and back up at you nervously. “what’s up?” you tilted your head in confusion. “will..you go out to dinner with me?”

“like a date?” you smirked at his cute nervous smile. “yes..a date, would you?” his big doe eyes looking straight at you. “of course i would! what time?” his fearful frown turned into a big smile. “at 5! i’ll pick you up!” he spun you around. “i’ll see see you later preciosa!” he kissed your cheek and went on his way.

you couldn’t wait to finish your shift. it seemed to be taking a toll on how you managed the store. you quickly got things done, hoping that the day would go even faster. soon your watch in your pocket beeped and you went on your way to your casa, saying bye to your guardians before leaving.

you went into your room, putting on your record player. taking your sweet time getting ready for your date. picking out the perfect outfit, doing what you always do with your face, putting your hair into a great hairstyle, and of course dancing occasionally to love songs.

your very first date! with camilo! and it’s going to be perfect!

just then a knock came from your front door. you answered it, the one and only Camilo Madrigal showed at your doorstep. he stood there, desesperado con amor trying to restrain himself from kissing you on the spot.

“are you ready?” he asked. you nodded, trying not to show that you’re too excited. you interlocked your hand with his, it felt like a movie scene. you walked down the streets of the village, talking about what you both did through out the day.

you grew insecure as some of the girls sat on the bench, making fun of your size, smile, and many other things. camilo stopped talking once he saw the smile fade on your face.

“amor? what’s wrong?” he stopped dead in tracks, looking at you face to face. “did i say something?”

“no no, keep going. i’m okay.” you glanced at the girls and he also turned around like the chismoso he is. “is it them?” he lifted an eyebrow talking louder every minute. “im fine, really..” you walked away without him.

“you know i don’t care about anyone other than you, right?” he smiled as you turned around again. “me importas tú, y nadien mas preciosa.” camilo started to walk closer to you, making the other ones stare at each other in jealousy.

“camilo not here…” you looked down, smiling to yourself. “then where else?” he lifted your chin up with his index and middle finger, making your cheeks heat up. “somewhere else, where there’s no people..” you smiled shyly, making him scream internally with your cuteness.

he grabbed your wrist, quickly running away from the plaza. you smiled as your hair flew behind you. his soft grip on your arm, never letting go as you both saw the blurry sunset view. he spun you around and you landed against his chest.

“i know this isn’t the exact moment i wanted..” he said out of breath “but i can’t keep it to myself anymore, will you be mine?” his chest going up and down gently.

you nodded, and hugged him tightly. he spun you around again, his hands placed firmly on your waist. “i would love that cami..” you whispered. he put you down carefully, adverting his eyes to your lips and eyes.

you cupped his face, your gentle touch made his eyes droopy. he leaned and you mimicked him. a kiss was shared between the both of you and neither of you wanted to let go. until finally you both pulled away slowly, his warm touch made you want more. he was left breathless and love-stuck, enchanted by your soothing lips.

you both started the day being only friends and ended it by being life long lovers.

[damonalbarn]

Hey I was wondering if you knew the article that Justine spoke about suzi in?!

It was in The Guardian in 2000. Here you go:

Sweet revenge

In the mid 90s, Justine Frischmann and Damon Albarn were the First Couple of Britpop. Then he used a Blur album to rake over their break-up, while she languished in obscurity amid rumours of heroin addiction. Now she's back with a new album, and it's her turn to exorcise her demons.

Caroline Sullivan

Friday March 24, 2000

As Alison Moyet once said, it's hard to write a decent song when you're happy. Rock bands thrive on romantic turmoil in their private lives, without which they would be reduced to padding out lyrics with football scores and the weather.

Thus it was for Blur's Damon Albarn in mid-1998 when he sat down to write what would become the 13 album. His eight-year relationship with Justine Frischmann of the chart-topping Elastica, whom he once described as **"the only person who's ever been completely necessary to me" **had just ended, at her instigation. Pained and humiliated, he decided to exact revenge by exposing their most intimate details to public scrutiny.

The outcome? Embarrassment for Frischmann, a number one album for Blur and a bit of a result for Albarn.

Break-up albums are by definition both embittered and yearning - in the case of Marvin Gaye's vindictive Here, My Dear, they're just plain nasty - but 13 got more up-close and personal than could be considered gentlemanly. Albarn portrayed his former partner as neurotic, even slipping apparent drug references into the single Tender: "Tender is the ghost, the ghost I love the most/Hiding from the sun, waiting for the night to come". Frischmann was the ghost, supposedly, who was on the verge of being consumed by what one music paper euphemistically called "the darkness at the heart of Elastica".

Frischmann's response can be found on a song called The Way I Like It, which appears on Elastica's first album in five years, The Menace (out next month): "Well, I'm living all right and I'm doing okay/Had a lover who was made of sand, and the wind blew him away".

This is unlikely to be her last word on the subject. As she ambivalently begins her first round of interviews since 1996, she's finding that everyone has the same three questions. Why did Elastica nearly sabotage a promising career by taking so long to follow up their million-selling debut? Had Frischmann taken leave of her senses when she walked out on Mr Britpop? And what about the drug rumours?

"One journalist said to me, 'Dahling, I heard you were on heroin - Mahvelous!' " she says with some amusement. "Drugs are around, but I'm not that interested and never have been, although there have been elements of party animal in my band. The rumours are a lot to do with rock'n'roll mythology, where people want to believe you're having a more exciting time than you are."

The only drugs on her person today, as she perches on the edge of an armchair in her publicist's north London living room, are Marlboro Lights. Her other indulgences are two cups of herbal tea and a Cadbury's Flake cupcake, which she nibbles with well-bred pleasure. Her dark eyes are clear, and her long, tanned body is a testament to the virtues of a daily swim in a pool near her Notting Hill home. Only Elastica know whether they really succumbed to heroin and hedonism after their self-titled debut made them more famous than they'd ever expected to be, but if they did, Frischmann, 30, seems little the worse for it.

Given the current predominance of damnable boy bands, the Britpop mid-90s are beginning to seem like a halcyon period for English music. It was a time when the underground went overground, and a self-described "little punk band" like Elastica could sell 80,000 albums in a week.

More than a few loser guitar groups saw Britpop as a licence to print money, but Elastica, led with cool elan by the androgynous Frischmann, were one of its gems. The Blur connection was a marketing godsend (Frischmann and Albarn met on the London indie circuit, she as guitarist in an early line-up of Suede and girlfriend of frontman Brett Anderson, he as a cherubic baggy hopeful), yet the spiky-haired Elastica LP embodied that euphoric time like nothing else.

Frischmann, guitarist Donna Matthews, drummer Justin Welch and bassist Annie Holland were unprepared for the album soaring to number one in its first week. When they signed their record deal, Frischmann, whose great-grandfather was a conductor of the Tsar's orchestra at the Summer Palace in Byelorussia, was five years into an architecture degree at London University. A liberal north London Jewish upbringing - her engineer father built the Oxford Street landmark Centrepoint - had instilled expectations of success, but the reality of being photographed in the supermarket and having her rubbish stolen was a shock. Fiercely independent, she also resented her unsought role as half of Britpop's First Couple.

There was more. Two of Frischmann's musical heroes, The Stranglers and Wire, decided that two Elastica songs were suspiciously similar to two of their own tracks, and won royalties. Meanwhile, there were malicious rumours that Albarn had done much of the work on the record. He hadn't, but he did find Justine's success in America, where she was substantially out-selling Blur, hard to endure.

"It was very hard for him to deal with and he's very confrontational," she says, with the flattering openness of someone who prefers interviews to be more like conversations. She admits she often says too much, but in an era of image control and spin, her honesty makes her a one-off. Not that she's likely to land herself in it too badly - she possesses the intellectual ammunition to look after herself, which must have been instrumental in attracting two of rock's more articulate stars, Albarn and Anderson.

She's been accused of being a professional rock girlfriend, though it was probably they who were lucky to get her. She spent the cab ride over reading the Sylvia Plath letters in Monday's Guardian, and muses on the irony of the poet's subjugating herself to Ted Hughes when she was the more gifted. (Her new boyfriend, by the way, is an unknown photographer, "though that'll probably change, because men seem to get famous when I go out with them".)

"I reacted the way a lot of women do, by being passive," she continues. "He put a lot of pressure on me to give up Elastica. He said, 'You don't want to be in a band, you want to settle down and have kids.' " In so many words? "In so many words. He kept putting on pressure till I started to believe him." She adds bemusedly: "I've met his new girlfriend, and one of the first things she said was that he wanted her to give up travelling with her work to stay home with the baby [Missy, born last autumn]. I'm surprised he's got away with being thought of as a nice person for so long."

After 18 months, during which they did seven American and three Japanese tours, Elastica came off the road to record company demands for an immediate second album. Annie Holland's response was to quit the group, while Donna Matthews became renowned for hard partying on the nocturnal west London scene. They lethargically recorded some demos, but their heart wasn't in it. By 1997, when a second album should have been ready to go, Frischmann and Matthews were barely speaking, and there was nothing useable down on tape.

Holland's replacement, Sheila Chipperfield (of the circus Chipperfields), was deemed not good enough and left by mutual consent. By 1998, their continued lack of productivity was being likened to the Stone Roses' lengthy and ultimately self-destructive holiday between their first and second LPs.

"I didn't think Elastica were going to continue at that point, and we did kinda split up," she says, absently stroking her publicist's cat. Frischmann is a cat person; she's owned a tabby called Benjamin since she was 10. "Unconditional love," she coos. The pet's place in her life is so assured that prospective boyfriends are subjected to his feline scrutiny before she'll go out with them.

On top of everything else, in early 1998 her relationship with Albarn was in trouble. Frischmann retains enough of the indie ethic to detest the phenomenon of celebrity couples, and was dismayed when they became one. "I really hated the tabloid interest, and I went out of my way not to be photographed with him. Only about three pictures of us together exist, I think. In many ways, I think the media interest broke us up, because it made me feel the relationship was quite ugly, and I had to get away from it. There were other factors, too, obviously, because we were together for eight years, and I finally felt it was better the devil you didn't know, really."

Albarn's ego seems to have been severely undermined by having a girlfriend who was nearly as successful as he was, and something of a sex symbol to boot. Despite adopting a resolutely boyish T-shirt-and-jeans uniform, she's thoroughly feminine, a mix that got her voted fifth most fanciable woman in a lesbian magazine.

"I'm completely heterosexual, so I didn't know how to take that. It scares the shit out of me, the idea of being with a girl. I'm glad I've narrowed it down to half the people in the world."

She seems to view Albarn with indulgent exasperation these days, simultaneously praising his intelligence ("The Gallaghers just couldn't compete") and ticking off his flaws. "Damon adores being in the press, and sees all press as good press. He orchestrated that rivalry thing with Oasis. He really wanted kids, and I didn't feel our relationship was stable enough. He was a naughty boy, and he wasn't the right person to have kids with. I had this cathartic moment..."

At which point they split up. Albarn wrote 13 and then met Suzi Winstanley, an artist. "She was pregnant within three months," Justine observes wickedly.

Of the acclaimed 13, she's tactful, describing several songs as "really lovely". She studies her cigarette for a while before adding, "but I'm cynical about selling a record on the back of our relationship". But you're doing the same now. "It's true, but at the time I had no right of reply."

Elastica finally pulled themselves together last year, just as the music industry was about to write them off (their American label had already "very kindly let us go", as she puts it). Holland rejoined, Matthews went to Wales to sort out her life and the band banged out an EP and played the Reading Festival. Things came together quickly after that. They spent the last £10,000 of the recording budget on re-recording a dozen tracks, finishing the album, after years of procrastinating, in six weeks. They've called it The Menace "because that's what it was like to make".

It's dark and resolutely uncommercial - all wrong for 2000's pop-oriented climate. It's unlikely to match the success of the first one, which is fine with them. Call it (though Justine doesn't) their White Album. Its 70s punk aesthetic brings to mind angry girls such as the Slits and the Au Pairs, although the defining mood isn't anger so much as catharsis. None of the songs is specifically about Albarn, she claims. "The dark feeling is due to the sense of isolation, tasting success and getting frightened by it. I was questioning whether I wanted to be in a band any more, and there was no one I could ask for advice. Getting success and everything you ever dreamed about is hard to handle, and makes you question everything."

She's better prepared for success, if it comes again, this time. Already the privacy-preserving barriers are in place. The next interview of the day is with Time Out magazine, which wants a list of her favourite restaurants. "I'm not telling them where I eat," she says reflexively. "I'm gonna lie."

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Can I pls get a Zhongli x reader (maybe an adepti), where the reader wants to break up with him bc the reader thinks that Zhongli still loves Guizhong but in reality, they were never lovers just bffs.

hellllooooo (´ ∀ ` *) wasn't sure if u wanted a one-shot or hcs so i went with a one-shot!! the only change i made was zhongli’s relationship with guizhong where they weren’t explicitly dating/together but they weren’t just friends (more like a one-sided love on zhongli’s part) same idea tho, hope u enjoy <3

before reading: 1.2k words, under cut for length, there’s kinda an argument but not really

The night before your wedding, you were tossing and turning in bed. You should be happy, excited, that tomorrow you would be marrying Zhongli finally. But instead of sweet dreams, your brain was overwhelmed with images of Zhongli and Guizhong.

You had been around for thousands of years, residing next to Ganyu and Xiao. Zhongli had taken you under his wing when you were lost, forming a contract to protect each other, and never let you go. It was no surprise when you developed feelings for Zhongli, only that you finally acted on these emotions a century ago. Guizhong was long gone but you still weren’t sure if Zhongli had healed from her passing.

Nonetheless, you confessed and were surprised that Zhongli reciprocated those feelings. You loved Zhongli but you couldn’t help but wonder if you were just a replacement for the hole in his heart.

Which leads you to the night before your big day. Sure, Zhongli had asked you to marry him two years ago but what if it was just for monetary gain? Your family was affluent and after Zhongli gave away his gnosis, it was you who was providing (you didn’t mind, though).

You finally groaned, getting out of bed and traveling across the Wangshu Inn where Zhongli was staying in his own room. You knew it was considered bad luck to see each other before the wedding but perhaps if you could just kiss him goodnight, your worries would go away.

You snuck into the hotel room and were surprised to see Zhongli awake. He was sitting on the bed in front of the large mirror of the wall and his hands were wrapped in his long hair, trying to braid the locks.

“You still haven’t learned,” You tease softly.

Zhongli looks over his shoulder, giving you a tired smile. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

You only shrugged, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

You walked over to the bed and sat down beside him. Your hands replaced his and you began to easily twist and braid his hair down his back. The room was quiet but your mind was loud. The persistent voice in your head kept barking at you, telling you the wedding was a sham and you were better off calling it off now.

Zhongli must have noticed your demeanor because he takes your hand gently, “Is something bothering you? Are you nervous?”

“No, I’m okay,” You start but quickly add, “I mean, you’re sure about this, right?”

Zhongli raises an eyebrow, “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, love.”

You nod, “Yeah, right, sorry.” You wonder how Zhongli can be so sure about this marriage when it clearly wasn’t to the love of his life. You wondered how long your marriage would last before he tossed you aside to find a way to be with Guizhong.

You look out the window and despite the darkness, you can see the makeshift decor in the distance. Ganyu and Keqing spent weeks planning how the wedding was going to look, traditional red lanterns and flower arches adorned the designated area below.

Zhongli is absentmindedly playing with your fingers, twisting and turning your beautiful engagement ring. The next time you speak, you didn’t plan to say the words you do, “Do you love me?”

His body tenses and his eyes flicker with concern. Almost forcefully, Zhongli turns your chin so he’s staring at your eyes, “Of course I do. Are you feeling okay?”

You shake away from his grasp and Zhongli knows what the conversation is turning to. He stands from the bed only to bend down in front of you, pressing his forehead against yours. In this position, you aren’t able to roll away and are forced to confront your fiance head-on.

“Not tonight,” Zhongli pleads.

“When?” You ask, your voice panicking ever so slightly. “Should I bring it up the altar? Or maybe when you’ve left me, would that be more convenient?”

“Please.”

You had this argument too often for Zhongli’s liking and he wasn’t expecting you to start it on the night before your wedding. He loved you, he truly did, and he just didn’t understand that no matter how often he told you that he only had eyes for you, you still had doubts. Besides, Guizhong was dead and you were very much alive.

You’re quiet and it’s scaring Zhongli. Your heart is pounding out of your chest and you look at Zhongli through teary, half-lidded eyes. “We shouldn’t get married-”

His hands fall but he quickly picks them back up, catching your face and holding it tightly. Zhongli tries to keep his voice steady, you’re the one in a state of disarray, but he can’t help but feel bile rise up his throat. The thought of you breaking up with him, especially now, made him sick.

“What are you talking about?” He says.

“We aren’t meant to be together, Zhongli, don’t you see? It’s supposed to be you and Guizhong. So just...go and find a way to be with her.”

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this before,” He says again, wishing you would just stop and listen for once. “I’ve moved on from her, we were nothing more than-”

“Friends?” Your voice breaks. Your body feels like it’s on fire.

You would have to be blind to miss the pain that crosses Zhongli’s face. He sighs and picks his words carefully, “I’m not going lie to you and say we were just friends. Perhaps there were tender emotions but...that’s long done.”

Zhongli finally sits beside you again and without a word, you tangle your hands in his hair again, finishing the braid quickly. The tension in the hotel room is thick and you can’t breathe. Your hands trail down Zhongli’s bank, tracing his muscle through the silky nightshirt.

“What happens when we both pass on and see Guizhong again? Will you choose her then?”

Zhongli is quick and he whips around, his arms grabbing onto your shoulders as he pins you to the bed. The look on his face is unexplainable and you chew on your lip to stop an oncoming sob.

“I love you. I will tell you a million times that I love you and only you.”

“You didn’t answer my question-”

“Be quiet!” Zhongli’s voice rises by accident and you shrink into the mattress. Before he even realizes himself, Zhongli is pressing his lips against yours. His hands caress your face, wiping away spilling tears. It takes you a moment to kiss back but once you feel hot droplets on your cheeks that aren’t your own, you do. Your hands find themselves on the back of Zhongli’s neck, pressing him even closer to you. Your bodies are flushed against one another but not in a sensual way. Finally, the kiss breaks and you stare into Zhongli’s teary eyes. “Do you believe me now?”

You can only nod your head, your mind feeling a lot clearer. Zhongli falls to the side of you and pulls you into his chest. Despite needing sleep for tomorrow, Zhongli stays up with you for hours whispering sweet-nothings and reassuring words into your ear until you’re content with his answers. You know this argument will happen again one day but for now, you knew Zhongli loved you and you loved Zhongli.