#everytime i go outside for any amount of time i need a few days to recover.

[berrymeter]

rlly rough being made more & more aware of my disability when i look at how ‘productive’ i can be compared to other ppl

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

john price is a relatively new soccer coach. he retired a few years ago as one if the greats because of an injury. he's worked his way up from assistant to the main man in a relatively short amount of time. his first season had a rough start, but ended up with his team going to the semifinals. price is proud of the progress, but he wants more and is total workaholic. he's gruff and mean, but good at his job.

he has tons of thirst traps on tiktok that johnny occasionally shows him. loves a good pint at the end of game night, but hates coming home to his empty flat.

price is known to be a flirt to journalists and potential sponsors to get the best cut, but he never goes home with any of them. he stays away from fans and anyone who's interested. geninuely thinks he'll never have a sweet thing to come home to after his divorce, and with all the young blood around. low self confidence from his wife's infidelity and how his body has changed in retirement. imagine his surprise when he ends up pursued by you.

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you end up meeting completely outside of soccer, to his surprise. it's one of those rare moments he gets outside the field. price is working on plays and watching film in his favorite little coffee shop when you bumble up to ask if the seat across was taken. of course price lets you sit.

you're very obviously younger than he is. he's quickly taken by your sweet little smile at him once you notice his blatant staring. quickly calms and rights himself- there's no way you don't have someone at home.

however, you two seem to fall into a routine. john finds himself coming to the coffee shop more often and sharing his table with you. he didn't realize the reprieve he needed from his seemingly 80 hour work week.

maybe it's the narcissism, but price is ready for the rug to be pulled out. at the beginning, he doesn't completely believe that you're not aware of who he is. he's convinced you're an undercover journalist for a tabloid for awhile, but after a visit or two without a page dedicated to him he's quelled his fears.

you're not obvious about wanting more than coffee, but you drop hints to him. there's a new movie you're really wanting to see, he hopes you have a good time with your girlfriends. you want to go for a walk on a new trail, be sure to carry pepper spray. ice cream is really good someplace and you want to try a new flavor, tell him if it's any good. he can see you deflate a bit everytime he refutes you, but he's saving you both from heartache. at least that's what he thinks.

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one day, price's out with a whiny johnny, cold kyle, and tired simon. he normally wouldn't risk coming by the shop when you could be there with these beasts, but he's desperate and thinks you're busy.

it's a rude sight across the street when he sees you outside the shop with another man. he is close; too close for john's comfort. a lazy hand on your waist with your arms on his shoulders. price nearly faints when you press a sweet little kiss on the fuckers cheek. hell nah, price's face is enough to scare the most hardened war criminal.

as soon as your loverboy walks away, price forgets all about the boys. he walks over to you with a purpose, ignoring the way his heart stutters when you smile at him with flushed cheeks. the smile quickly fades when you see his murderous expression.

"oh! john! it's good to see you! i was just-"

price is in your face, huffing your air, eyes demanding an answer for your supposed infidelity. he doesn't know where this sharp pang of possessiveness has came from, but he's not sure if he wants it to leave.

" wha' you doing with that other bloke, love? this 's our spot. only me you're s'pposed to ask for ice cream, uh huh? don't like it when yur with other men"

he spits the last word, like it's acid in his mouth.

you look up at him with furrowed brows and a harsh blink.

"i don't understand, john"

"mhmm, wrong answer, dolly."

he's worked himself up into a fit now. the boys all watch as he attempts to calm himself, least he scare you.

"love, ever since you sat at that table you've been mine, uh huh? don't be throwing a fit, c'mon, you're the one who was with the other bloke"

anger blurs across your face as he speaks and he knows he's fucked up

"yeah, i can't do anything, huh? you won't do anything with me! you ignore my attempts to get to know you better, john. we share a table, for god's sake, not a house! you're the one who's snubbed me" you're fuming, but still going.

"so what if i want a normal relationship without having to wonder whether the man is actually interested in me? he wants to do things with me, john. can you blame me?"

you're a bit teary at the end, staring up at him with disappointment in your eyes. kyle, johnny, and simon have slipped inside to let you two squabble, but they're watching keenly through the the window.

"love, I-" john starts but you must not like the look on his face, as you interrupt him again

"no, john. i can't keep doing this. find me when you grow some balls of get some sense."

price is tempted to grab you and ask you to listen, but you're already gone. he's left on the pavement with three inquisitive sets of eyes staring through the glass.

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would you guys be interested in a part 2? feel like i didn't do this idea justice, but ill link if i do another part

[littlemisssatanist]

my acotar unpopular opinions

taking this time to come out as an acotar reader. yes i've read all the books and i've spent way too much time thinking about it. i enjoy the books in the sense that i enjoy hating on many of the characters and loving a few of the others.

be forewarned inner circle fans. you will not like this.

rhysand is not a 'morally grey' character. he's a rapist and a groomer. he sexually assaulted feyre utm, he groomed her (reminder that she was 19 in acotar), and he withheld important medical information from her. 'you'll always have a choice' my ass.

nesta telling feyre about her pregnancy was not a bad thing. why do people act like it is? 'oh she did it to hurt feyre' hurt her by doing what? revealing the lies that her beloved husband had woven? revealing the fact that she'd die giving birth? the fact that rhysand told literally everybody but feyre?

mor is not the champion for women everyone thinks she is. this i will give to sjm it is truly impressive to make a character like women and still be a pick me. i'm not even going to go into her whole weird ass relationship with her dad (i still don't understand why she wouldn't just kill him. 'oh rhys needed the army' rhys is supposed to be the most powerful high lord ever. either admit he's a fucking loser or give me an actual good reason for this) or the fact she's seemingly incapable of doing anything to help the women in the court of nightmares, but everytime she was mentioned, i had to let out a heavy sigh and rub my temples.

on a similar topic. i liked eris. like a lot. out of all the acotar characters sjm has written, eris is by far my favorite.

the inner circle needs to sit the fuck down. they are the most hypocritical bitches i've ever met. they like to think themselves high and mighty. reading them make fun of lucien's band of exiles while their name is literally 'court of dreamers' was the most infuriating thing ever. and then they have the gall to be insulted when called out. don't dish what you can't take.

out of all the inner circle, the only one i don't hate is azriel. this is simply because he is the only one who hasn't opened his big fat mouth and done something bad (except if you maybe count his whole thing with elain). cassian is on my hit list. it's on sight with cassian.

nessian is sjm's worst ship and i will stand by that. lucien/nesta could have been so much. 'nesta would have ripped lucien apart' and cassian was your first choice? not even azriel was considered? like be so for real right now. sjm didn't see the potential of lucien/nesta and i will forever mourn that.

sjm is a terrible writer. i'm not saying this to be mean but she seriously just sucks at it. that being said i admire her ability to still make millions of dollars off her shitty writing. as a woman, i am rooting for her. as a reader, every day i wake up a shoot a prayer to the heavens begging the gods to not let sjm write any more books from the inner circle's pov.

lucien/elain is better than azriel/elain. argue with the wall.

eris/azriel is better than azriel/elain. you can kiss my ass.

NESTA/ERIS IS BETTER THAN RHYSAND/FEYRE. i know this because i have been enlightened.

feyre is a victim to rhysand. that being said, she is also a major bitch. both can be true because these things are not mutually exclusive. i wish she could make friends outside of the ic like nesta did, but i know that's unlikely.

feyre's pregnancy storyline was completely useless and went against her whole character.

acomaf retconned everything about tamlin and feyre's relationship in order to make more money. idc.

tamlin gets a ridiculous amount of hate. rhysand is hypocritical. so tamlin locking feyre in a house because she wants to ride out with him into potential danger is terrible and abusive, but rhysand locking nesta in the house of wind for... *checks notes*... having sex and spending money on alcohol is helping her? what?

[chrispleasure]

LONG SLEEVES, c.s

summary!: chris walks in on you cutting

warning: mention of blood, fluff, angst, crying

you werent the type to struggle, a small always plastered on your face. out of the two of you, you were the happy one. constantly laughing and spreading happiness on everyone around you, hoping no one would catch on.

on the inside, everything hurt. the smile you once had, gone, replaced with a frown which would return everytime something happy got taken away. first you went through a horrible break up, locking yourself away for months, restricting your happiness. secondly, your grandma died, causing you to shut down completely, which meant shutting out your bestfriends, nick, matt and chris.

but you didnt get far, they came to your house with an unlimited amount of support and love. offering different movies, food choices, activities and even had a time where they would take over eachothers job. so you were never alone, not breaking any bad habits.

they helped you stay clean from all those gross habits, one of them being your cutting. which was probably your worse habit. having been done after every minor inconvenience. whether you said something stupid, accidentally made some one cry, got into an argument or just anything you throught you deserved pain for.

you didnt tell anyone, the triplets had to find out the hard way, walking in. it was quite traumatising seeing their faces go from excited to confused. walking into your room with the celebratory food for becoming six weeks clean from cutting which was supposed to be a suprise, they quickly hid the food and comforted you. “everything will be ‘right, ma.” they said to you, offering every sort of comfort.

you and chris became the closest during this time, he cuddled you to sleep everytime you had a nightmare. him being the one you went downstairs for when you woke up crying. he was the only one who could properly soothe you. the only one who could kiss you.

everything was great, he helped you and you helped him. he knew absolutely everything about you, you trusted him. but slowly you started growing away from eachother. he came home one day smelling like the ariana grande perfume you wanted, and when you tried to ask about it he quickly brushed it off and made dinner.

you couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was sneaking around with someone. so you planned to talk to him about it until he snapped at you once he heard the words come out of your mouth. “your such a bitch! considering i have spent this past year caring and making sure you were okay! making sure you didnt cut! but clearly that wasn’t enough.” he stormed out of your house.

his two brothers followed after him, not thinking that you would need comfort. matt hesitated leaving, looking back at you but nick pushed him outside, reassuring you would be okay. you saw them both leave to go after chris, tears filling your eyes.

you just wanted to know if chris was loyal to you, if the ariana perfume was just a smell from the store he was at, if the bruises on his waist were from training, if the password on his phone was for his friends to follow but an exception for you.

immediantly, the urge to cut came to you. tears filled to the brim of your eyes as you rushed to your room, sobs escaping your pink lips. you ran into your room and closed the door, sitting down on the floor and running your hand under your bed, feeling for the blade you had left there a few months ago.

you felt it, immediately closing your hand and moving your hand. slowly, you reached to pull down your pants to your knees. “you deserve this. it’s your fault he’s angry.” you repeat to yourself as you cut symmetrical lines onto your thigh, watching as red beads of blood come to the surface.

tears fell onto your thigh, you reached out infront of you, wishing chris was there to comfort you. but your hand was met with the feeling of your wooden dresser instead. your eyes didnt leave the state of your thigh as the blood drew, falling down each side of your thigh.

hesitantly, you dropped the blade beside you. when you reached to your side to grab tissues, you heard the door open. “baby, i came to say sorry for—” he cut himself off once he saw you. tears falling down your face and blood dripping onto the floor. “baby— no!” he raised his voice, rushing to your side. he sat on the blade, not caring if it hurt him.

he placed his hand on your wrist, feeling how cold your once warm body was. you flinched, moving a little. “im not mad, i promise.” he says, his voice now full with love and concern. he grabs the tissues across from you and begins to dab the blood from your cuts onto the tissue.

you found your hand moving to his, he immediately interlocked your fingers together. “im here now, baby. i wont go anywhere.” he mumbles, focusing on cleaning you. once the blood dried and he got most of it off, he placed bandaids over the cuts.

he stood up, taking the blade and putting it in his pocket. “im gonna help you up and undress you. so i can run you a bath and get you nice and clean.” chris said, putting his hands under your armpits, helping you to your feet.

before anything else, he pulled you in for a hug. his arms wrapped around you, one around your back and the other around your waist. the arm around your back moved to your shoulder and moved your sleeve back, pressing wet kisses on your shoulder blade. “baby..you okay?” he presses soft kisses, keeping you close.

“i will be. with you to take care of me.” you mumble, looking at him. your eyes soft with a crave for his affection. he couldnt help but smile, pulling away to put his hand on your cheek, rubbing it gently.

you didnt know what to say, watching at his eyes went from your eyes to your lips. his thumb brushing against your lower lip. “can i give you a kiss, please?” he asks, licking his lips. before you can fully nod, his lips sit on yours, moving gently. he gives you a breather, guiding you gently to the bathroom.

one of his hands on your hip as he sat you down on the toilet seat. he turned around to turn on the bath, letting it warm up. “can you undress for me?” he asks you, sitting at the edge of the bath to keep his eyes on you.

you nod, standing up. you pull your long sleeve shirt over your head, taking it off completely. scars from your hands to your shoulder. your chest was restricted by your push up bra, which made your chest feel tight. “can i have help?” you asked with a soft grin on your face. he nodded and stood up, walking to you.

he placed one hand on your back to relax you, soothing your nerves before unclipping your bra, letting it fall off your body. he turns you around, one hand cupping your breast, rubbing it gently. “can you do the rest, princess?” he asks, kissing your forehead.

you nod and he walks away, taking his seat at the edge of the bath. you undressed further and got into the bath. the warm water soothed your aching body. even though some of the water made your thighs burn, having chris there made you forget.

everyday for the next few weeks he would watch you get dressed, ask if your okay and what your plans are. he would give you hourly kisses which lasted atleast a quater of an hour. he constantly checked your wrists and thighs and when you reached milestones he would take you out and treat you like a princess.

the end!

[alwaysjustmina]

Whispers of Rain

Chapter 4 When I Open My Eyes To The Future

Artwork by the amazing @kamonart

Thanks to @papaslittlesunshine and @midnight-moth for beta reading, as always!

Eidolon didn’t know what to do, Dew was comatose, huddled in on himself in the corner. His eyes staring straight ahead, locked in his own mind. Everything Eidolon tried didn’t work. He was desperate for any reaction from Dewdrop, he knew if he couldn’t get him at least talking it would be all the worse for him when Ifrit came back. From his calculation, it had been a few days since he was last there and the ticking clock of his return was imminent.

“Dewdrop, you need to drink something for me.” He held the glass in front of his face, nothing, no recognition, no reaction.

He sighed, and did what he had been trying to, grabbing a clean washcloth and dampening it, holding it over Dew’s chapped lips, and squeezing liquid out of it. He was confident in the fact that he was able to get a miniscule amount of water in his body by doing this several times a day. When the water ran over his mouth and down his chin, he used the wash cloth to wipe his face and neck. No matter how many times he washed his face, it hadn’t touched the tear tracks that flowed down his cheeks. They looked like they may be embedded in his face forever. He knew Dewdrop was trapped in his mind, in his own hell, questioning how he let this happen. His heart went out to the little ghoul in front of him, no one deserved this torture.

After cleaning him up the best he could, he crowded next to him as close as possible, putting his arm around Dew and holding him tight to him. Dewdrop hadn't pushed him away the first time he did it, so he hoped it brought him some kind of comfort. He petted his hair as he spoke to him about random things, everything and anything. He could feel his body tremble next to him as new tears ran down his cheeks. Eidolon did what he could, hoping it would be enough.

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If Rain ever saw him again, Dew was sure Rain wouldn't want him. He was used goods and his body enjoyed it. How could his body betray him like this? Did he want Ifrit, what sick fuck would want Ifrit?

Rain.

He felt the tears well as he thought of him again. He didn’t deserve him. He was so pure, so clean, so bright. His dreams were now nightmares of what Rain would say to him, if he ever saw him again. The thought of Rain looking at him with his eyes filled with disgust, made him heave, trying to expel the dirtiness from himself, any way he could. It never worked, he still felt dirty.

He knew Eidolon was worried about him, he could hear him trying to talk to him, but everytime he tried to claw out of his damaged mind, he heard Ifrit say that Dew had wanted this, his body even showed how much he wanted it by coming. Rain’s face would flash in his mind and he'd try to retreat further from the pain and desperation he felt.

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Eidolon heard the lock in the door twist open before he could react, Ifrit looking at him with that smug expression that he just wanted to knock off his face. He tried to keep his face pleasant as he looked at him, knowing if he gave away anything it would only end up being worse on Dew.

“There you are, my little Eli, miss me? I see you got our Droplet all cleaned up, you did very good for me. Your family will be thrilled to hear how you are working out here.”

Eidolon tried to ignore the twinge in his chest at the thought of his family, he couldn’t remember anymore, how he had come to be here, did they give him to Ifrit? Were they looking for him? Did anyone outside of this room know he existed anymore?

Ifrit came and sat happily on the edge of the bed looking over at them, seeing only Dew, “Why so sad, baby? Miss me?”

When no reaction came from Dewdrop, he only smiled and laughed. “Awh, baby, I missed you too, it’s ok though, we are going to spend the day together. I have plans for us. I bet you can’t wait.”

Eidolon cocked his head, looking at Ifrit, what was he up to? He held Dew tighter, hoping that he could protect him from the pain he knew was coming.

“Eli, sweets, I am going to have some clothes sent up for the two of you, make sure you are both presentable. We will be leaving the estate in an hour for an outing.”

Tentatively, Eidolon asked, “I will be joining?” He hadn’t left the estate in a long, LONG, time.

“Why must I repeat myself, sweets? I may need to remind you how to listen again,” Ifrit’s pleasant demeanor dropping in an instant as his cold eyes zeroed in on Eidolon again. He could see the sick gleam of anticipation, of how happy he would be to “teach” him again. “Nevermind, we don’t have time for that right now. Yes, as I said, WE will be leaving the estate together. Now hurry along my babies.”

Ifrit stood easily from the bed and walked to where they both sat, crouching down in front of Dew, he ran a finger along his tears tracks, bringing his finger to his mouth, “Mmm, Droplet, you always taste so good, when I make you cry.” He turned and left with a last glance at them.

As soon as the door shut, Eidolon let out a deep exhale, pulling Dew even closer. He needed to get Dew up from where they were, it would only be worse for them if they didn’t move and do what Ifrit wanted. The scar that ran down his back was proof of that. He rose to his feet, grabbing Dew’s hands, and tried to pull him to his feet. Harder than it looked, when both of them weren’t given much to eat and had no strength.

“Dewdrop, I know you are devastated and hurting, but we have to move, please.” He begged. “Do you even hear me?”

Something must have clicked in Dew’s mind, he heard the desperation from Eidolon and brought his eye to focus on his. He could see the concern, and fear there. He quietly nodded and helped Eidolon to pull him to his feet.

“Thank you,” Eidolon whispered, as he held Dew’s hands to make sure he got his bearings before depositing him in the chair by the bed. As he settled him, he heard the door click open and one of the many servants step through with two garment bags. They didn’t acknowledge either of them as the bags were set on the bed and quickly left.

“We should get to this, let’s see what we got here,” Eidolon was trying to make the best of the situation, as he pulled the clothes out to the bag.

Oh. Oh. This wasn’t good.

His bag contained loose pants and a shirt, nothing special. The fabrics used to show wealth and status, the style to show he wasn’t to be noticed. Dew's, unfortunately, did not have the same effect. No one would miss him.

Dew’s bag had a shirt that was surely going to fall off of his shoulders, black, with what looked like skin tight pants and combat boots. He quickly helped Dew dress, as he clumsily tried to pull the pants up over bruises, the pain evident on his face. The shirt fell off his shoulders like he thought it would, alabaster skin glowing next to the black, if he lifted his arm, anyone would see the muscles in his abs, taut with tension. His shoulders littered with bites, purple bruises, old ones starting to turn yellow. As Dew pulled the boots on, Eidolon pulled the last item of the bag. It was a black high collar, with a silver key ring in the front, made out of a soft leather, it would encompass his whole throat, making it so he couldn’t put his head down. He knew how constricting it would feel.

Dew just looked at it with disdain, but knew there was nothing he could do about it. Eidolon helped him put it on, Dew felt the constriction right away, emulating hands around his neck. He wanted to gag. He knew this was another mind fuck of Ifrit’s.

As they finished dressing, the door opened again, another servant, “Master has asked you to follow me, and to make sure the blonde one's hair is down.”

Eidolon nodded, and reached to help Dew take his hair out of the quick bun they had put it in, letting it fall to his shoulders. If he wasn’t in hell (literal and figurative) he would have noticed right away how beautiful he was, he was a stunning creature, and the clothes accented that beauty. He cringed at what Ifrit had in store for him.

They followed the servant silently. Apprehensive of what new hellscape they were walking into.

“There you are!! Finally!” Ifrit stood from the leather couch he had relaxed upon, picking invisible pieces of lint from his suit jacket. It was black, to match what Dew had on, with the shirt tight across his barrel chest, too many buttons opened, showing his tanned skin. He looked perfect, if you could ignore the coldness in his eyes, Eidolon didn’t know how anyone could.

Ifrit was quick to usher them out of the house and into the waiting car, pushing Eidolon to sit on the far side of the large back seat, making sure Dew was next to him. Anyone could see that Dew tried to push into Eidolon as close as he could, his hand on the seat between them, gripping the leather tightly. His desperation to be as far from Ifrit, didn’t go unnoticed.

“Droplet, baby, you aren’t going to make me teach you a lesson today are you?” He pulled Dewdrop close to his side, throwing his arm over his shoulder. Leaning into his neck, licking the collar, speaking close to his ear, “You know why there is a metal ring on the front of this? Don’t make me get the leash that goes with it out of my pocket.”

Eidolon could see the silent clench of Dewdrop’s jaw, he quickly reached between them, offering his hand to him. Dew gripped it tightly, quickly flashing back to the first time he held Rain’s hand. Pushing that thought away as quickly as he could, he couldn't think of happier times, there was no use. This was his fate now, forever.

Not for the first time, Dew wondered how he missed the signs that Ifrit was like this. He never noticed the coldness inside of him, maybe he just didn’t want to see it? Was he so lonely, so desperate for companionship when he was first summoned that he was blind to it?

“You are both going to be good boys, right?” Not responding was not the correct course of action, they both quickly nodded. “Good, we are guests at a very important party, I’ve been talking about my lover and healer for so long, they are all very anxious to meet you.”

The rest of the ride was spent with Ifrit not keeping his hands off Dew, talking to him in between caresses.

“You look so beautiful, Droplet.”

“I am the luckiest man to have you next to me.”

“Of course, you are lucky too, anyone would want this, we are going to go so far together here.”

“Do you like your outfit?”

“I can’t wait to have you tonight, aren’t you excited?”

“I picked out the clothes personally, I can’t wait until everyone sees this beautiful skin, with my bites on you.” He licked along the exposed shoulder as he said that line.

“I may not be able to contain myself at this party, might have to push you up against a wall, in a quiet hallway, have my way with you.”

“Maybe we can have an audience? Wouldn’t that be fun, they can all watch as I push into you, and you cry out in pleasure at my touch.”

“Wishing they could touch you, only with my leave will they be allowed.” Dew whimpered at the thought of more hands on him.

“Oh, I knew you would like that idea, baby. I don’t know if I will let them though, you are mine. MINE. I wouldn’t want anyone to get any thoughts in their head that they can have you.”

Eidolon’s heart went out to Dewdrop, he knew the hell he was going through. Ifrit had never touched him like that but he knew his cruelty intimately. He tried to offer what comfort he could by squeezing his hand harder, rubbing his thumb over the top of his hand, hoping it would help to soothe the torment.

Unfortunately, the thumb running along the top of his hand, made him think of Rain again. He missed the feel of the water ghoul, he tried to ignore the need coursing through his mind for Rain. Would he ever see him again? Would he see him if he ended it? What happened to ghouls when they died? Did they go to a deeper part of hell? A more depraved section? Maybe that is where Ifrit had come from? How many times had he died? Did the cycle just repeat? If he killed himself, he surely wouldn’t see Rain again, he knew Rain would ascend to wherever pure souls went. They would be separated forever.

The searing pain that bolted straight to his heart, made his breath hitch. He couldn’t breathe, the pain so intense at that thought. His fingers trembled as he tried to get a hold of his emotions. His mind called out, Rain. All he wanted was his body next to him. Could someone grant him that comfort, please?

Ifrit mistook the hitch in his breath, the tremble in his hands, thinking it was for what he was doing to him. Of course, Ifrit would think that. He pulled Dew to him, positioning him to sit on top of him so he could pull him in for a kiss. Dew let him pull and push him where Ifrit wanted him, so far gone in his mind, he wasn’t even associating the waking world at this time, so lost in his thoughts of Rain.

Ifrit didn’t even notice the glassed over expression, if he did he ignored it, didn’t care, choose what you want. It could be all of those, any of them. He pulled Dew closer, grinding his body up into Dew’s, wrapping his hands around his waist, pushing him down on him, moving Dew like the ragdoll he saw him as. He slipped his fingers up Dew’s spine, running his fingers along his back, pushing into bruises he put there. Grabbing the ring in the neck, he pulled his mouth to his, violently pushing his tongue down his throat. Moaning into the kiss, he was the only participant in.

Neither noticed when the car came to a stop, only Ifrit becoming aware as the door was opened to the outside. He pushed Dew back, gasping, “Baby, Droplet, I want you.”

Ifrit looked up and saw the servant waiting for them to exit, “Soon my love, I will have you soon.”

He quickly pushed Dew to the side, and exited the car, pulling Dew out with him and snapping his fingers for Eidolon to follow. The next hell for Eidolon and Dewdrop to start as soon as they exited the vehicle.

[czrpenters]

GIVE US A LIST OF SAMS KINKS RN I NEED IT (please)

First things first, this is canonically about Ghostface Sam. Also, trigger warning about mentions of blood and cuts.

Okay, let's go.

First of all, Sam absolutely LOVES when she's in control. Even when she bottoms, she always praises you and gives you directions the entire time. The idea that you were innocent and pure was incredibly hot for her; she loved being the one who has taken you to the wrong path (especially when she found out that she was your first; that really drove her insane for months and she still couldn't get over the fact that you had zero sexual experiences before her). So, being submissive is a must for Sam.

Now, getting into the specifics. Sam is obcessed with causing pain (I mean, obviously). And it's incredible because she knows exactly the amount you like. She's all about hands; she will slap you, choke you, pull your hair, scratch you. And you couldn't help it; you loved being her toy. Also, getting into the toy section, she recently started getting into whips so that was a plus for you guys.

It's not a surprise that Sam's favourite toy is her strap. She has, at least, five. They vary on colours and shapes, but her all time favourite is definetly her red one. It reminds her of blood and that gets her in the mood quickly. When she felt a little bit more romantic and cutesy, she would prefer to fuck you with her bare hands. She totally had the arms and stamina for it. But, there were days where she prefered to go rough with you; and she would take your body to its absolute limit. She literally could cum just by watching you get fucked by her red strap.

Other than the strap-on, she would have an entire collection of toys. It included handcuffs, ropes, whips, blindfolds, vibrators and anything that Sam could buy in a sex shop. She would also be a huge, huge fan of matching underwear. But you knew better by know to absolutely NOT buy any expensive lingeries; if she was impatient enough, she would rip them apart. You've learned it the hard way.

Also, Sam's a huge fan of privacy. She wasn't really fond of having sex outside of your house. Maybe, just maybe, you guys would fuck in her car; other than that, she would prefer to keep it in the bedroom. Also, Sam likes when it's just the two of you in the apartment. The only time you guys would have sex the way she wanted was when you were both alone. Sam wants you to scream, she wants you to cry; and she couldn't do that when her younger sister was in the room next door. So everytime the house was full, she would (most of the times, against her will) have slower sex with you. For the sake of peace and quiet.

And of course, we all can tell she has the dirtiest mouth. She would just say the nastiest, filthiest shit you've ever seen. And that made you straight up crazy. She could easily make you cum just by saying what she wanted to do with you in your ear. Your guys' chat messages were filled with shit she would say to you in middle of class (and also, tons of nudes). You had to turn off your phone every now and then so you wouldn't get turned on around your friends.

But there are a ton of things that Sam enjoys, that she just doesn't have the guts to tell you. First off, knife play. Ever since Sam left Woodsboro she decided that having weapons was the safest choice for her and her family; she just never thought that they would turn her on so much. There were countless times where she was jerking off to the thought of sliding a knife into your body. Not too strongly, just enough to leave you with a few scratches. It was such a double-edged sword; she hated the thought of hurting you, but imagining the knife making little cuts on your skin turned her on so, so much. And this lead for her to think about blood play, of course. She would do crazy things just to taste your blood in her mouth. It drove her crazy, and that's why she would never tell you. She was scared of what you would think, so for now, it was one of her little secrets.

Second of all, she really is into overstimulation and orgasm denial, she just didn't bring it up yet because she really doesn't know how you feel about it. But she plans on bringing it up soon; she can't wait to have complete control of your body. Getting to say when you get to cum, and when you get to stop cumming. She has this absolute need to be in control of everything.

And, last but not least; ghostface. She didn't wanted to like it that bad, but ever since she killed someone in a ghostface costume, she felt something different (other than adrenaline). She felt... turned on? She would absolutely never, ever, ever bring this up to you; she knew you had severe trauma with that costume, so she prefered to keep it on the low. But the thoughts of fucking you raw while wearing the mask drove her absolutely insane.

And of course, there were other tiny things that Sam loved, such as anal, double-penetration, fucking your mouth with her strap (also, spitting in it) and gagging you. Seeing you with nothing but a skirt on really got her going as well. She absolutely loved fucking you when you had only a tiny skirt covering your pussy.

I've said this before that Sam is down to try anything, really. Anything that you're open to trying, because she would never do something you hated, even if it was something she really wanted to do. Except for threesomes. God, Sam hated the idea of having someone else touching her girl. Even worse, someone else touching her. She was yours, you were hers. And she hated sharing. Threesomes were a no to her.

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Fe!reader x Aedion Ashryver

Request: Aedion meets with his pregnant mate, after returning back from war. They have a touching moment after feeling the baby kick for the first time.

T/w: None

Ref: Y/n - Your name

H/c - Hair colour

Author's note: I'm back and I'll be posting again yay.

Aedion:

Aedion tore through the war camp, discarding any of his remaining blood crusted leathers outside, before entering his own tent. He should get home fast, now that the damn war was over. Five months. He had to go through five months of absolute torture of being separated from his lovely, pregnant mate. Is she well? Is she taking enough rest? Is the babe fine? He could not take away his mind from her.

Even though he received letters regularly from his mate in Terrasen, and he wrote back a few whenever he could, it still hurt him that he couldn't be with her for one of the most biggest things of their lives. He wanted to take care of his mate, be there for every step in their newfound love and see his mate's eyes sparkle with happiness everytime he lovingly caressed her belly. He wanted to go back and give her all of his love, for the lost five months, hold her tight and never let go again.

And so he wanted to get on with his work and leave for home, to his mate, as soon as possible. Thankfully, there has only been a minimal amount of damage to his army, therefore The Bane was easily able to defeat the other side and gain victory in a matter of days.

Cleaning himself up in the small bath set in the corner of his tent, he glanced at the small ornate box where he stored all his mate's lovely handwritten letters. His lips pulled into a smile. The most recent one he got from her was two weeks ago.

"Recently, Aelin has been too fussy with me. She keeps asking me how the babe is and how I am feeling, once in every two seconds. This morning I had to hide in the gardens to escape from being coddled by her and when she found me, I was lectured for almost an hour and I thought my ears would bleed. I can really see why some of you call her mother hen. I can't take it anymore Aedion, I think I'm going mad, please come back soon so I can end this monstrosity", it read.

Maybe I shouldn't tell her that it was me who asked Aelin to take care of her in my absence, he thought with a laugh.

He sent a sliver of warmth through the mating bond, missing y/n's presence. He sighed. Just a little bit more longer, he thought. Then I'll get to see her again.

Y/n:

You looked at yourself one more time in the mirror.

H/c waves fell from the half braid on your head, framing your beautiful face with a flourish. Your eyes were lined with kohl and soft shadows dusted over your eyelids, giving your eyes the attention that they deserved. The light blue gown you wore, pooled around your feet, bathing you in satin.

Absent mindedly you rest your hand on your protruding belly as you smile to yourself, feeling giddy. Somehow, you went five months without being with him, patiently, and yet you weren't able to contain yourself for another hour. Truth to be told, it was painful for you to be separated from him during these crucial days of hormonal changes and needs. Sure, Aelin was a huge help as much as a mother hen she was, no one could fill the space that Aedion created. You desperately needed him every month when you entered another stage of pregnancy. You craved his presence, his reassuring words and most of his sensual touch. No one could make you feel like he did.

Slowly standing up from the chair, you move to the door daintily. You couldn't just stay in your room anymore, even though you had been carefully instructed by Aelin to rest until your mate arrived. You shrug to yourself. You would be fine. Besides, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have the energy to get out of bed anyway after Aedion arrives.

Blushing, you made your way downstairs.

Aedion:

He was finally here. He was back in Terrasen. His gait was steady as he made his way to the Throne Room. Although his mate was the only thought in his mind, he had a duty to his Queen. He would meet his mate right after reporting the status of his soldiers and the battle to Aelin.

Walking inside the Throne Room, he expected no welcome of sorts. After all, he was an Army General and being away on duty was his job. But what he didn't expect was, the room filled with the people he was close with, congratulating him on his little heir on the way. Lorcan, Elide, Lysandra, Fenrys, even Chaol and Yrene.

Aelin and Rowan were the one of the first ones to meet him.

"The Bane has been able to-"

"Hush"

Aelin shushed him.

"You're back after five months, and this is not the first thing I wanna hear from you"

"Where is the responsible Queen now?" Aedion laughed as she smiled at him.

"Y/n has been missing you like crazy"

He smiled back at her. "Where is Y/n?"

"Here", Y/n's voice echoed.

He turned around to watch the crowd part, to reveal his mate.

His mate smiled softly at him. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the golden light of the sun. His breath hitched as he took in her beautiful form and her hand resting protectively on her stomach. Y/n. He immediately went towards her, everyone else forgotten.

Mate. Mate. Mate. His bond sang with anticipation and longing.

Y/n looked up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Aedion"

He carefully pulled her into his arms at once. "My beautiful wife", he said smoothing down the back of her head. "I finally get to hold you again"

She sniffled but said nothing, tentatively wrapping her arms around his form. She looked up. Aedion kissed the top of her head and her forehead as she did so.

"I missed you", she said, tightening her hold around him. He said nothing as he gently caressed her face, brushing away the few tears that escaped her eyes.

"Love, you have no idea"

He tilted her face to his as he kissed her lips slowly, gently, as if she would break if held too tight.

On the contrary, her lips were desperate to show how bad she wanted this, him. Her arms entwined behind his head. He couldn't help but run his hands down her body as he countered her kiss, immediately wanting her under him panting, and crying out his name.

But he had something else to do, before anything.

He pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers. "Love"

She looked back at him breathless, with a light dusting of blush on her face.

Oh how incredibly sexy she looked right then.

"I love you", she whispered.

His hand caressed her belly. "Guess I would have to love you twice more now" She giggled as he kissed the tip of her nose. He bent down to her stomach.

"My little one, dad's here and he's never letting you and mama alone" He kissed her tummy, feeling the little thumps of his heir's heartbeat. He felt like he had never heard such a sweet sound.

Leaning his cheek against his mate, he smiled, eager to hear more of his infant.

The little heartbeat that he heard again, felt like a ray of sunshine for him..

"You're gonna be my beautiful bundle of joy, just like your mama", he said, gently running his hands down her tummy.

Just as he was about to pull away, he felt a little press against his cheek, from the inside. Y/n gasped. He tried to stand up straight but his mate pushed him back against her stomach.

"Love what is it? Are you alright?", Aedion was concerned.

She looked awestruck.

"The babe just kicked"

His eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, eyes glistening. "For the first time"

He leaned back against her. "Little one, did you just kick your mama?"

Another little shove against his cheek. He laughed lightly, eyes filling up. "Guess that's a yes"

He looked up at his mate. The gorgeous being that made their love ten times better by carrying their child.

He hugged her middle. "Y/n I love you"

She laughed running her hands through his long, blond hair. "Twice more?"

"Twice more, thrice more, maybe even as big as the stars are"

She giggled.

He kissed her tummy before rising up. She smiled up lovingly at him. "I love you Aedion"

He took her back into his arms.

"I know you do", he said kissing her once again, this time sneaking in some of the passion he had been reigning in, for the sake of others.

Others.

That reminded him.

He pulled away abruptly to look around, only to find the room empty, and his mate laughing at him.

"Oh sweetheart, they left a long while ago"

He smiled at her laughing form, fondly.

"I will get back to them all later. For now, we both have unfinished business to attend to"

She paused to delicately raise a single eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"This"

He dove in for her lips again, this time wild and with no restraints. Her knees went slightly weak and he swung her legs up in his arms, carrying her out, bridal-style, still kissing her. Her soft lips parted, seeking out the clash of tongues and teeth.

He gave in to her desires, carrying her all the way to their room, in the mostly empty castle, the few people seeing them, diverting their gazes, smiling.

Soon they were both back on their shared beds, clothes discarded somewhere in the room along the way, where they stayed for most of the day, cherishing and loving each other for all the five months they'd lost. He was back where his heart belonged.

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through the hourglass 248. brb x oc

a/n: aaa, i miss writing martha. ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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They had two days before the dinner and Beatrice was already losing some of her mind. Some was better than all of it she assumed. She woke up before Rooster, prepared some of their breakfast, checked on Nikki and resumed her yoga.

It’s been a while, a few months, her joints were stiff and her body was aching in ways she forgot existed. Beatrice winced, pressing her foot forward and lowering her pelvis down to the lilac colored yoga mat, clenching her eyes when the tendon stretched uncomfortable but she remained in the pose.

It was raining that morning, just enough to be her personal backdrop for her workout routine, that and Jolene’s tail tapping everytime the brunette looked her way. She didn’t need a video to go along with…but she did have her ipad propped on the coffee table, checking a few times in hopes to see she was doing right.

“Ugh,ow.” another wince, another pull, this time from the opposite leg, “Fuck, ow ow ow.” and she closes her hands into fists “Oh I’m going to be so sore, fuck.” she could rest a bit but she knew she was doing what she was used to before, her body simply forgot…she could handle it.

In reality Beatrice’s mind was a mess, she knew it was a mess and she refused to accept it. She didn’t want to get back to her old ways of overthinking and worrying to the amount where she’d feel physically ill because of her anxiety. Her therapist said this was supposed to help and it was helping, those people weren’t going to ruin her week in any way,shape or form.

Beatrice sighs,lowering her body down to the mat this time, face down, arms to her sides and ponytail falling on her face, calming down her breathing and feeling that uncomfortable pinching of sweat on your skin.

She hated it but it was for a good reason.

The rain outside provided a soothing backdrop to her efforts, and despite the initial discomfort, she pushed through the stiffness and aches in her body. Her focus was unwavering as she moved through the poses, each stretch and breath helping to ease the tension that had built up in her over the past few months.

Jolene, watched her owner lie down and stood up to check on her,sniffing the human and making the woman squeak when the cold nose touched her ear, “I’m fine Jojo.” she says while calming her breathing, “Just controlling my breathing, you know?”

The iPad propped on the coffee table served as a visual guide, and the blonde woman smiled while changing poses. Beatrice groaned, stretching her arm enough to pause the video before it fell back down, her cheek touching the cold yoga mat as her eyes close in pure relief.

Beatrice's determination was commendable, but it was evident that her body needed time to readjust. The occasional wince and discomfort were signs that her muscles and joints were protesting the sudden return to the demanding practice. 

Beatrice's yoga routine was both a physical and mental exercise. It allowed her to release the physical tension in her body while also providing a space for her thoughts to settle,thank God. 

She lay on her mat, her body relaxed and her mind clearer than it had been in days. The rain had subsided, leaving behind a refreshing, earthy scent that wafted through the partially open windows.

Jolene nuzzled her cheek affectionately, as if to check if she was truly okay. Beatrice couldn't help but smile at the dog's antics, lifting one arm to scratch the pitbull behind the ears. But she was too tired to get up yet. Just a little bit longer.

“Babe?”

Rooster’s footsteps paused on the top of the stairs, creaking under his weight, before he thudded down towards the living room, almost tripping over himself, falling on his knees and startling Bea in the process, “Bea! Gorgeous!” she is turned around and lifted immediately, eyes widening in surprise as her husband’s eyes move all over her face and body,”Are you okay?? Why were you lying down???”

Beatrice was both startled and touched by Rooster's sudden appearance. She blinked up at him, still lying on her yoga mat as he cradled her in his arms. His concern was palpable, and it warmed her heart. "I'm okay, Roos," she assured him, her voice soft, with a gentle laugh escaping her throat "I was just doing some yoga to clear my mind. Needed to relax a bit."

Rooster let out a relieved sigh, his grip on Beatrice not loosening. "You scared me for a second there,gorgeous," he admitted, his forehead pressing against hers as he held her close. "I thought something had happened."

Beatrice smiled, her fingers gently caressing his cheek. "I appreciate your concern, but I promise I'm fine," she said, her gaze filled with affection. "I just needed a moment to unwind and de-stress."

Rooster's eyes searched hers, his worry slowly giving way to pure relief. He nodded and placed a tender kiss on her lips. "Alright," he whispered against her mouth. "But you should have told me. I worry about you."

"I know, Roos," Beatrice replied, looking away for a bit  "And I appreciate it. But it was just something I…needed to do, you know? Sorry for scaring you,handsome.”

“Baby imagine it’s me and not you.” he says quietly, “If you walked down the stairs and saw me lying face down on the floor, you’d freak out too.”

“...I didn’t want to wake you though, you looked so peaceful.”

He stares at her for a few seconds, tries his hardest to hold back his smile but fails, tsking while moving his head away and heaving out a fake pained sigh, “Oh you,” he says, “Being cute to me,this early in the morning?”

“Well I–” she holds onto his neck when he stands up with his hands on her body, carrying her bridal style out of the living room to the kitchen “I-I like when you are peaceful like that.”

Rooster chuckled, his strong arms securely holding Beatrice as he carried her into the kitchen. The morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm and inviting glow over the room. Like it was beckoning them to get in there, “Well,I like having my wife with me, you know how much I like holding you.”

Beatrice couldn't help but blush as Rooster set her down gently on one of the kitchen chairs,tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and kissing her forehead. She watched as he moved around the kitchen, grabbing their favored mugs and pouring the warm coffee in there.

"I know, Roos," she said, her voice soft as she plays with the table cloth, running her fingers through each little detailed pattern on it. "I just needed a little time to clear my head."

Rooster glanced over at her, a warm smile curving his lips as he holds both mugs up "Of course,gorgeous," he replied, his eyes filled with affection. "We all need our moments to reset. You don't have to apologize for that."

Beatrice's heart swelled with love for her husband. She knew she was lucky to have someone who not only cared for her deeply but also respected her need for personal space and self-care. It was one of the many reasons she cherished their relationship.

And him specially.

She couldn’t help but stare at him. Something in her, maybe the feeling of nostalgia and the memories that once were in her mind returning, made her stomach flutter. Her wedding band was heavy on her finger but it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was just like a heavy blanket when you are cold in the middle of winter.

Rooster was, no he is, an amazing man. And sometimes she remembers the times where she thought none of this was possible. This routine, this respect, this unashamed love, from a guy like him. She has a little smile on her face as he places her mug down, his brow going up with a little smile, “What got you smilin’ so much,huh gorgeous?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t seem like nothin’.” he says as he tilts the mug to his lips, “Penny for your thoughts?”

She laughs softly, looking down at the steamy liquid - he added milk and sugar just how she liked it too - before meeting his eyes, “Just admiring you. All of you.”

Rooster's smile widened as he gazed at Beatrice,he moved closer to her, taking the seat next to her at the kitchen table. His fingers gently traced a path along her cheek"You always have a way of making me feel like the luckiest man in the world," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I did to deserve you,gorgeous."

Beatrice's cheeks flushed at his words, and she reached out to cup his cheek in return, her thumb caressing his skin. "You didn't have to do anything, Roos," she replied softly. "You just had to be yourself, and that's more than enough for me."

“You are amazing.”

“And you are making me blush.”

He smirks more, winking at her, “My favorite hobby, you know that.” but he was glad to see those green eyes shining so much, it seems like it was so long since that happened, “As long as you are okay, then so am I.”

She kissed his thumb, leaning back when he moved his hand away, lifting the mug to her lips to take a sip, sighing happily once the sweet taste landed on her tongue, “I’m fine,really.” she says softly, “It was…a lot I guess. And I know we’ll have to go to this dinner but hopefully it won’t take long.”

“Huh,yeah,” he mutters, swallowing his own coffee, “Did you call them or anything?”

“I don’t have their phone number Roos.” she shrugs, “I might just…go there after visiting the twins at the hospital.”

Rooster nodded in agreement ,eyebrows furrowed "That sounds like a good idea," he replied, “But I have a better one.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll go with you,” he nods towards the general direction the Halton’s house was, “To their house once I get back from the base.”

Beatrice blinked in surprise, hands on her lap and mouth parting, “...you sure,Roos?”

Rooster's gaze remained steady, his expression confident as he met Beatrice's eyes. "Absolutely,gorgeous," he replied with a reassuring smile. "I don't want you to face this alone, especially with everything that's been going on. We'll go together, and then come back home before they…change their minds or something.”

Beatrice felt a surge of warmth and gratitude toward her husband, shoulders lowering in relief. She knew how protective he could be, and his willingness to accompany her to the Halton's house meant the world to her. She reached out to take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Roos," she said softly. "Yeah, it’s better if we do this together.”

Rooster returned the squeeze, his thumb caressing her hand affectionately. "Always,gorgeous," he murmured, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to her lips. “Maybe we can take Ellie too.” the white dog popped her head out of the corner, staring at the two, “She hates them enough.”

“Rooster.”

“It’s true. If they try anything funny,Ellie can bite them.” he explains, holding a finger up, “She’s half pitbull and half American Akita. She can be menacing.”

“I’d rather not, Roo. Let’s…let’s not take our dogs to something that is already uncomfortable to us, you know?”

Rooster chuckled at Beatrice's response, his playful expression softening "Alright,gorgeous," he conceded with a smile. "No dogs on this adventure."

Beatrice leaned in to press another tender kiss on Rooster's lips, her affection for him evident in the way she held him close. "Thank you, Roos," she whispered against his mouth. "I don't know what I'd do without you." she then leans back to stand up, walking over to the sink, pausing and then turning back around to face him, “What do you think their house is like?”

He flicks his brow up, mug tilted to his mouth and eyes on her, “Hm?”

“Their house…I mean, what do you think it looks inside?”

Rooster set his coffee mug aside and considered Beatrice's question about the Halton's house. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming thoughtfully on the kitchen table.

"Well," he began, his voice contemplative, "from what I remember, their house is a bit on the larger side. It's got a pretty well-maintained garden, and I think they even have a pool. It's one of those classic suburban homes, you know? Probably a nice place for hosting events and gatherings."

Beatrice nodded as she listened, trying to picture the Halton's house based on Rooster's description. “It does look kinda big.” she mutters, “But the garden,well, it could be better maintained. Some of her plants are kinda, “ she runs her hand on her throat then gags, “Dead.”

“Not everyone has the green thumb you do, gorgeous.”

“Hah, true.” she taps her fingers on the ceramic mug, “...I do love my plants…anyway.” she clears her throat, setting the mug aside, “I’m going to check on Nikki, she was still asleep before I came down.”

Rooster nodded in agreement. "Sure,gorgeous," he said. "I'll join you in a bit. Just need to finish my coffee."

Beatrice smiled at him,then  leaned down to give him a quick kiss before heading upstairs to check on their daughter.

Rooster watched her go, his thoughts drifting back to the upcoming dinner with the Haltons. He knew it was going to be a challenging and potentially awkward situation, but he was determined to stand by Beatrice's side.

And figure out what the fuck was going on over there.

Once he finished his coffee, Rooster set the mug in the sink and made his way upstairs to join his wife and daughter. As he walked down the hallway, he could hear the soft sounds of Beatrice talking to Nicole in their bedroom. He couldn't help but smile at the warmth and love in her voice.

As Rooster approached their bedroom, he noticed something unusual out of the corner of his eye. The nursery door was slightly ajar, and a faint glow emanated from within. It was a soft, bluish light.

Curiosity piqued, Rooster pushed the door open a bit wider and peered inside. What he saw left him both bewildered and intrigued.

Beatrice was sitting on the bed with Nicole in her lap, as he expected. But what drew his attention was the sudden figure that disappeared the second he entered the room. He paused, then blinked hard, rubbing his eyelids with his fingers then looking back up

Rooster's brow furrowed as he watched this strange scene unfold. "Bea?"

Beatrice looked up,smiling as she spotted Rooster in the doorway. "Roos, Hi! I was just about to change Nicole and-” she blinks, “You okay?”

Rooster stepped fully into the room, his gaze locked on where the figure was. "I thought…" he frowns  "I thought I saw…something."

Beatrice carefully set Nicole down on the changing table, flicking her gaze back at him. “Yeah?," she admitted, her brow furrowing in thought. "Like what?"

Rooster's eyes remained fixed on the spot where he had seen the strange figure, his mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. He couldn't quite put it into words, but it was as if he had glimpsed a presence, a shadowy silhouette that had vanished in an instant.

"I...I don't know," Rooster replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "It was like...a flicker, a shadow. I thought I saw someone here in the nursery."

Beatrice furrowed her brow in concern, her maternal instincts kicking in. She approached Rooster and gently placed a hand on his arm. "Roos," she said softly, "are you sure you're okay? Maybe it was just a trick of the light."

Rooster sighed, rubbing his temples as if trying to dispel the lingering sense of unease. "Maybe," he conceded, "but it felt so real, Bea. Like someone was here with us, and then they were gone."

Nicole, sensing the change in her parents' demeanor, began to fuss on the changing table, her tiny cries filling the room. Beatrice quickly refocused her attention on their daughter, her maternal instincts taking over.

"It's alright, sweetie," Beatrice cooed as she began to change Nicole's diaper, her touch gentle and soothing. "Mama's here. Everything's okay." she pauses, “...well…you know what we can do to check?”

“Call Martha?”

“I was planning on doing it anyway, get her opinion on this.” she smiles, “...could be something,I mean, this little one was already roaming around,huh?” she kisses Nicole’s nose then looks back at him, “As long we’re not…too overwhelmed.”

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My Opinion on URL: @destallo 

Character in general: I will first off saying that I know your take a different appraoch to your Leon but I love direction you’ve taken his character in and made it your own. At the same time you still embody who he is as a character and really show all sides to him. You have so much detail into his life before the games and that’s super incredible to me. We know Leon has been through so much throughout the series. Losing people to being used and that will take such a toll on someone. You really bring this character to life and I hear that everytime you write anything with him. 

How they play them: I love your Leon, he has had so much happen in his life that really has effected him. You explain his emotions so well and fact that he still does care about people but feels for their own safety they need to keep their distance. It’s realistic for a person to do that when dealing with so much trauma and Leon has had so much happen to him that at some point he does kind of try and to distance himself from people. Partly because he doesn’t want to lose anyone else and other part is he is tired. This man has had so much tossed at him and some of it wasn’t even his problem to begin with. 

The Mun: You are like so sweet and fun to hang out with. I’m the person who tends be a bit shy at first when meeting new people but we clicked right away and can vibe on discord for hours in the voice chat. I hardly ever have that experience with many people and like I love that we can bounce ideas off each other and just have a fun time outside writing. I love how detailed you are about leon and the amount of things you think about related to his character. You really tell your Leon story so well and it makes me happy see you on the dash. You also were so kind to be first person to commission me on my edits too. I never had anyone that wanted to pay me for my time to work on graphics, and it was a huge boost in helping me gain confidence to put my work out there. I hope you know how loved you are by me and rest of the server. You are such a hard worker and passionate about the things you love. 

Do I:

Rp with them: Yes, I know we have a few threads going on right now with Jill, Rose, Ada and Helena and I love that. Some days I only have motivation for certain muse, so it’s nice switch back between the three. I also love the dynamics we have with each of these characters, like the Rose and Uncle Leon thread is so sweet because she honestly hasn’t had anyone in her life treat her normal. So, to have a person tell her it’s okay be different and still be a normal girl means the world to her. I know I need reply to these threads and I appreicate how patient you are in waiting for me to get to everything. I also just love seeing your threads with other people too. I can see how happpy those make you and as a friend of yours I am glad to see you being able write your leon with so many people. 

Want to Rp with them: I always want to write with you, so if there’s ever anything you really want to try in a thread like any themes you are always welcome approach me about them. I just love seeing how your Leon is going to respond to certain things especially when we have Ada and him starting off as enemies and eventually into friends. It lets us explore that side of the characters we might not normally get to. 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I adore you to pieces, your so talented and are such a sweet person. You take time to hang out with people even when you’ve been working hard all day and listen to everyone else gush about their characters too. I can’t say enough how much I love the thought and details put into your Leon, because they are amazing. You take into consideration all aspects of his life and where he is now. I also just love hanging out with you when we can because I just smile seeing your work on the dash and talking to you. I want you to know that I will always listen to you ramble about your muse or anything. You are incredible person that has so much to give and anyone that can’t see that it’s their loss. Never forget that we love you and always will. 

I also just want you to know that you have right take your time on here with stuff because your work is worth the wait. The ones that truly care and are patient will wait beause you matter first. 

[bolackloamtbyyyshaker9000]

T/W: POSSIBLE EATING DISORDERS, INSULATION, BODY DISMORPHIA, VERBAL ABUSE, ETC..

I now have a love hate relationship with my body. I used to not mind it, because it's me, but now I feel so.. dreadful everytime my grandmother opens her mouth to "advise" me about my body.

As a child, living with my father, I was quite skinny since I did sports and other activities. I still eat a lot, I never skip meals since I need them. I was also an early bloomer. My breasts started to show at the young age of nine and that became a problem for teenage me.

I'm almost an adult, a few more months to go and, whoops, live will probably end me with boulders that I can't lift. I'm already struggling at a few things and I feel tedious about it.

When I turned 10, my father decided that I should experience living with my mother for a few years since I was "deprived" of a motherly love and he assumed that my step mother won't be able to provide that love since they already have two children (in which I live dearly) so on September, I migrated (with my family ofc) and my father was with me 'til I reached my mother's home. It felt surreal, I've lived with my dad my whole life up to that point and now I'm living with complete strangers? My father who I love won't be able to see me much? I'll be gone from my little sisters? I tried to accept that, but unfortunately acceptance is hard. I think that was the third step for building my depression. I won't elaborate with the 1st and 2nd steps because that's a bit... I dunno how to say it.

My mother and her family showered me love, or which I assumed was love when really, my grandmother was mostly after the money my father sent. My Maternal family isn't as well off as my paternal so that was a huge change that I accepted in a while.

I stopped playing sports because of how narrow it was outside our house, and whenever I wanted to play outside I was stopped by my grandmother because I was "too old" and my body was "too mature". It sucked. I stayed trapped inside the house until I was basically a potato. I can't do exercises because a few family members would laugh and say things that I couldn't understand why they would say it to a 10 year old. I eat a lot because I was growing, maturing, my body needed the food. My grandmother called me a "starving child" and more negative insults that became another step for the building depression. I was confused because I was eating the same amount or actually a bit less than my nephew who is 2 years younger than me. It penetrated my mind all the time. I think I was between 11 and 12 when the thing she said disturbed me the most. She said that I was Fat, I'll become obese, I should eat less, why am I like this, and numerous snarks. I weighted 46 kilos, I was 4'11 and a literal child. I was glad that a cousin and my older sister defended me, but golly.. did that take a toll out of me. I still eat a lot, but I made sure to skip atleast one or two meals a day. Since I stayed indoors and began to be inactive, I gained weight.

I usually wore big shirts since I am thicc, both the bust and behind. I actually liked my body as it made me feel nice. Then she compared me to our neighbor that weights about 400-500 and gosh.. I wondered why that comparison was made. I started wearing fitted clothes that made me uncomfortable because it draws the attention of older men (I was a 12-14) in our neighborhood. My grandmother told me I looked sexy and I should stopped eating etc etc.. I didn't maintain that "fashion" any longer. I began to wear my baggy clothes and lives my life. The pandemic came and it didn't bothered me one bit because I am so used to being trapped in this hole of difference.

Now I weigh 55 kilos, is in the 5's, things felt weird. It began to take a toll in a way I didn't expect. I barely eat during school hours (we have 8-7 hours at our school) since I feel so busy. I hate starving myself but I couldn't do anything. I started exercising by walking that 30 mins back to back almost every day to school (this sentence is a grammatical error, but I don't feel like correcting it). We just had our first Thesis defense a few days ago, video form, at our classmates house and boy, his mum fed us a lot. I went home by walking half way and slumped on the couch because it was a tiring day. My grandmother told me to eat and I said that I am too full to eat. She said that it's good and oh gosh, I just keep repeating her words. The day after that, I purged everything I ate for lunch. I barely ate during dinner and My body suddenly couldn't handle the amount that I usually ate. I feel so weird. I want to eat but everything feels so unenjoyable.

I now hate and live my body that I started binding myself during night, I can't believe this is happening now.

[havin-a-wee]

If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

[theperfectlovestory]

When It Rains

Summary: Memories of the rainy days

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

TW: None

Theme: fluff

Word Count: 2,074

A/N: Just pure fluff with Nat, take it easy on me I just got back from writers block 😣

. . . 

You slowly stir from your sleep, your surroundings clearing up to your senses. The soft pitter patter of the rain outside made you smile. You’ve always loved the rain, especially when you don’t have anywhere to be that day. Your eyes slowly open and the face of the woman you love so dearly welcomes you. Her relaxed state made your heart melt. Her soft, quiet breathing fanning your face, the way her lips twitch ever so lightly and the way her brows frown a little as her own eyes start to open from sensing your presence 

“Good morning, my love” you’d greet in a cheery but soft voice and she’ll immediately smile, looking over her shoulder to the window and noticing the rain. She’ll immediately know the reason for your morning energy

“Good morning, detka” she’ll answer, raising her hand and stretching it before engulfing you in a morning cuddle

“It’s raining” You’ll excitedly whisper and she’ll chuckle, her morning voice still lingering on her throat “I am aware, darling" 

"I'm so excited!" You said, pressing your head closer to her chest, she'll pull you closer

"We never do anything when it's raining" 

"That's why it's perfect!" You raised your head and your eyes met with hers "We're just beside each other, no danger, no drama, just us two" 

Comfortable silence once again fills the air as both your eyes close once more, relishing the comfort of the situation and each other. It didn’t take much for the two of you to fell back into sleep, limbs entangled with each other

It was late morning when you finally got up, the mood of the house was dark and moody, just the way it always is when it’s raining and while it may seem like a weird mood to be so happy, you are. You had every good thing in your life happen when it was raining, it gives you the absolute joy to hear it, even in most terrible of times

Going down from the bedroom, you washed your face in the kitchen sink, removing any sleep from your face and drying yourself up with the towel you left to dry last night. Moving seamlessly in the kitchen just like all the times you’ve done so, heating up water and preparing two mugs, one for tea and one for a hot chocolate. You open the fridge and took out the ingredients you need for the late breakfast, waffle, bacon and eggs

It wasn’t your favorite but Natasha loves the classic. Waffle is fancy, it was your addition to it. Although right now, easy is good, and appreciated. You cannot wait to seat by the window and read the latest novel book Natasha took home for you

Natasha came down to you cooking and humming a song she has never heard, and she’s assuming you haven’t too based on how you stopped and think for a few seconds every time the note hit a snag. Natasha’s smile will widen everytime you frown discontentedly at your lack of ideas to continue it but you will happily shrug and continue your cooking, never letting anything ruin your mood

She loves these types of days. She rarely gets one being a full time Avenger still while you decide to hit the sidelines earlier and work on other hobbies you didn’t get to while you were being experimented on with Wanda and Pietro. Natasha loved that idea, she wants you to get to know yourself better outside the fighting, and it keeps you safe as well

The beautiful paintings hanging on the walls of your house proves that it was a good decision anyway. Her favorite is the one with all the Avenger in it, like one big, happy family. Tony Stark offered to buy it for a hefty amount of money but you decided to just donate it to the compound, so everyone can see the symbolism of what they were fighting for

Family

You, Wanda and Pietro is a family. You weren’t related to them by blood but the bond between the three of you is unbreakable. They were your wall to lean on and motivation to keep fighting. You didn’t care about yourself, but when it comes to the twin, you will easily destroy anything and anyone that stands in the way of their safety. 

The first time Pietro was in danger, you lost control of your temper and your power. You saw it, the bullets slowly coming towards him to protect someone he barely knows. You scoffed at it but you did the same, saved Pietro, Hawkeye and the kid. You were branded a hero along the twins but you know you are far from one

Natasha knew it too. She noticed that you never cared about saving anyone else but the twins. It costs the team missions but she never mentioned it. Everyone soon became a family to you by bond seeing that they care about the three of you genuinely and the people you try to protect grew. That was when Natasha started to worry, that you readily threw yourself in danger to save your family. It was admirable, really, but she worry that there will be a time that you will be the one who needs saving 

The thought of you injured and even dying clenches the woman’s heart. Like a rope tied to her chest or a heavy rock that she can’t get out. She asked that you be pulled away on missions.

You were angry that you can’t go with the twins but they also agreed that it was for the best. They noticed the behavior too and they wanted you to know that you also mattered and until then, you were ban from missions

Natasha made sure you know that there are more things in life worth living for. She took you out on so many dates, adventures and even just hung out with you as much as she could. She was successful in making you see the world, but she also took your heart in the process. 

The day you confessed, it was raining. It was supposed to be a fun day just like any other. Natasha’s irritation is written on her face as rain poured down on her. She was damped and the little make up she had on was smeared. Her hair steady plastered on her head, the curl disappearing into a damp, messy version. Her black leather jacket dripping and her clothes clung to her body and the food basket she was holding now dripping as well

All curses and blames run on her mind for not checking the weather today but you were all smiles. You look the same as her, the effort of preparing for the day gone and you feel a bit tired from the attempt to seek shelter in the middle of the forest Natasha picked to wait for nightfall 

When she looked up at you, her frown deepened. Confused at the way you were smiling in such a bad weather

“Do you remember the day you saved me and the twins?” You asked and she nodded

“Yeah it was Nove-” You chuckled, shaking your head

“I don’t mean the date Natasha” You took the basket from her hand and put it on the ground, taking both her hand in yours “The day you saved us, was the first day I saw the sky” You smiled, looking at the cloudy, dark sky “And it was raining that day”

Natasha’s breath hitched at the sudden closeness of your bodies. She watched your expression soften as you looked at the sky and her body started to relax

“I didn’t know that” Natasha then look at the sky as well, thinking how it was such a shame that you were welcomed by such a gloomy weather

“Rain became my favorite weather” You looked back just in time for you to notice the shock in Natasha’s expression. You chuckled at her confused face “It was the first time I saw you, the genuine concern over us. I immediately knew that we are safe in your hands”

The two of you stared at each other “Natasha, all the good things happen to me when it was raining. The day I complete a mission on my own, the day I bought my first car, the day I take on painting. All were good things, memories that I will forever treasure” you stepped closer to her “So I want to see if today’s rain will also give me good luck” 

You closed the gap of your lips and slowly, Natasha responded and it was the best feeling you’ve ever felt…

. . . 

“Love, is the book okay?” Natasha asked as she walked closer to you, still in her pajamas. You smiled and nodded, pulling her closer in a hug by her waist

“It’s great, I love the fantasy dragons” Natasha chuckled, understanding your obsession with mythical animals 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it”

Natasha put her hand on your head and started stroking your hair as you fell into her comfortable warmth

“Are you done with your reports?” You whispered on her stomach

“I am” you lifted your head to look at her “Want to watch a movie and cuddle then?” Natasha smiled and nodded 

“Sure love, let me heat up some popcorn” You let Natasha go after one more squeeze and a chuckle. Hopping down from the window seat and heading straight to the sofa to pick a movie

You ended up picking a romance that you haven’t seen yet and Natasha agreed with your choice, never actually minding what show you pick. She sat down by the end of the sofa handing you the bowl of popcorn

“Me Before You, a good choice” Natasha commented and you smiled

“You’ve seen it before?” she nodded

“Yeah, Wanda picked it for one of the movie nights. You had a mission with Sam and Bucky that time” you hummed

The movie played and you were focused on the film. Natasha fell into her usual habits of playing with your hair, braiding it while answering your questions or giving her own opinion of the situation in the film. She loved how frustrated you get when you disagree with the choices of the characters, showing how much you care about the little things

Time passed quickly, the bowl of popcorn empty by the end of the movie, having served its purpose of feeding Natasha and messing up from time to time to see her reaction. Your hair fully braided, earning Natasha a kiss on the cheeks as thank you and her showing you a beautiful wide smile after receiving it

After the movie ended and the credit scene rolled on the screen, you turned to Natasha and asked “Would you do the same if you were in his position?”

Natasha blinked, thinking of the right answer to that question. She looked at you, studying your features and remembering all the memories you had with her. Thinking if she can ever let you go, if being paralyzed is enough of a reason to let go of her life, and put you through a situation that will saddened you

“If I’m paralyzed my whole life, it will be hard for you” Natasha smiled softly as your face fell, sadness filling you at the thought she might decide to give up instead “But I don’t think I can ever let you go, as selfish as that sounds”

You looked back at her eyes, seeing the sincerity in it. The fear of losing you, she’s afraid of it and that shows how much she loves you

You straightened your position, looking at the window. The sky slowly cleared up and showed a bit of light from the setting sun. It’s color making your silhouette more breathtaking than ever in Natasha’s eyes

“It doesn’t matter if it’s selfish or not, I want you by my side forever Natasha” You smiled as she lean closer and pull your waist in a hug, setting her chin on your shoulders “I’ll take care of you as you would with me, no matter what” you turned around and put a hand on her chin, tilting it a bit to line up with yours 

“I love you, Y/n” Natasha whispered, her eyes drifting to your lips

“And I love you more, Natasha Romanoff” you answer, sealing it with a sweet and soft kiss...

[sinclairesimblr]

I'm feeling the need to vent. I would put this under a cut but I'm writing from my phone and it wont let me, sorry and scroll down if you are not interest in late night personal ramblings.

I'm back from my vacation, it was great, I needed it so much, it's been two years since the last time I traveled, and I love the beach, the sea... It's so relaxing.

Anyway, I'm back and I've been thinking a lot about my life and what I want to do and where I need to focus my energy from now on. So, here goes a bit of my story 👀👀

I graduated from uni and received my degree in February of 2020, everyone knows what happenned the next month 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ I couldn't get a job because of the pandemic. On late April I found out I was pregnant, after having a misscarriage in 2019 it was a shock, because I didn't have a job so had no health insurance, I had to attend the public hospital which was full of covid patients, and on that instance we knew nothing about the virus and everything was so scary.

Being in this situation, after losing a pregnancy before and this one being a risk pregnancy I had to be in bed until I was 5-6 months pregnant, and having to be locked down without being able to see anyone from my family or friends was a huge and hard process.

By December when my baby was born my anxiety got the best of me and I couldn't sleep (I think because I couldn't relax fearing something was going to happen to my baby if I was deep asleep). Literally I was not able to sleep, my body wouldn't let me and the amount of stress and the lack of sleep made my brain collapse, I suffered with panic attacks and depression.

After a few months I was better, and "ready" to get on my feet and start looking for a job, but turns out I couldn't get out of my house. I would have anxiety attacks and needed to run back to my house everytime. I was always afraid something would happen to my baby if I was not with her and I couldn't leave her with anyone.

When she was 6 months I had a job interview and I was ready to take the offer, but a few days later we found out I had covid, so that reinforced the idea that if I went out something bad would happen. My daughter, who was only half a year, had severe symptoms for several days and I felt a lot of guilt.

After that, I never got my taste and smell back, as I've said before a lot of things taste awful for me and that has led me to feel depressed for not being able to enjoy food anymore. I was super tired from being a mother and a housewife 24/7 and was not finding the strenght or motivation to do something to change my situation.

It's been 2 years since I received my degree and I haven't been able to start working because I couldn't bring myself to the outside world again.

Playing Sims 4 has been my escape , all these months it kept me busy, motivated and gave me something to work with and feel somewhat useful. But I can't keep running away from my issues... Mostly because we are at a terrible place economically, we won't be able to survive anymore with only my husband's job

Being away these two weeks, travelling for 1200 km, being out, walking around the city, spending entire days at the beach (thanks to my dad who invited us and paid for everything), made me found myself, kind of, and I realized I am ready to go out to the world now, and so I have began searching for a job again. I won't lie, it scares me so much because it's been so long since I've interacted with people outside my family and closest friends... But I have to get my life back.

In any case, this means I won't have the time to play Sims anymore or post, not only because I'm still a mom, but also I have to start studying again since it's been so long I'm afraid I won't be prepared enough when I start working.

I'm sad to leave like this but, real life is calling me and I have to answer. Maybe once I start working and if I find a balance with everything I could come back, but only time will tell.

I also wanted to say Thank you all for being here when I needed the most. With every like or reblog, I felt like I had a purpose here and like I was doing something "productive" instead of feeling I was just wasting time on a game. So thank you so much for making me feel appreciated and not alone!! 🥰

[evierena]

The Brothers eavesdropping to MC accidentally confessing their undying love for them. Part 1.

INTRO

MC was having their monthly catch-up call with their best friend in the Human Realm. At first, their friend could not believe the situation MC was living, but after a few calls they had finally come to accept the whole "I was summoned to Hell, but it's called Devildom, and now I have to live with 7 hot demon brothers and they are actually kinda nice" situation (yeah, Levi would be proud of my naming skills). Anyhow, during this specific call MC was filling in their friend with the latest update on their newfound feelings for one of the brothers, not knowing that said brother was actually outside their room, eavesdropping! And then, their friend asks "What is it about him that you love so much?"

What did MC respond? How did that brother react and what did he do with that information? Well, let's see...

Lucifer

- He was doing his nightly rounds, making sure everyone was in their room, and when he passed by your door he caught your laughter and he stopped for a second, just to absorb the sound and allow himself to relax a little. Then, out of the blue, he heard you saying: "I think I'm in love with him".

- Well, that was unexpected. He would never admit to anyone the way his heart skipped a beat for a moment there, and absolutely will never let you know that those simple words could stir such feelings within him.

- And then, with his demon senses, he heard another voice coming from your room. "Why? What is it about Lucifer that you love so much?"

- Now, for him, the world completely stopped moving, he put all of his demon hearing to work and capture every little sound around him, even his heart stopped and his blood froze in his veins to allow more silence around him.

- "He takes so much pride in his family, you know? In his position as the protector of his brothers and as the right hand of Diavolo, at first I thought that was it" you said, unaware of the petrified demon outside your door. "But now, I've come to love not just that. I love all the sides Lucifer has shown me, vulnerable, sick, angry, sad, stressed even murderous. He makes me feel motivated to be better, to strive for more, and I feel so proud knowing he trusts me that much. I just love him"

- After that, Lucifer's heart started beating like crazy in his chest, his blood running rampant through his body, and almost all reason escaped his mind. Almost.

- He managed to compose himself but he couldn't help the smug grin remaining in his face.

- Lucifer went back to his room after hearing your accidental confession, although he couldn't sleep thinking about his next move.

- For the following days he started to ampp up his game. He was always smiling at you, asking you to be by his side a little longer each time, lingering gloveless touches everywhere, he wanted to feel you and for you to feel him.

- You thought you were going crazy for sure, you didn't want to put your hopes up, but you couldn't help the throbbing sensation he provoked everytime he came a little closer a little longer, the flirty remarks, the intense stare and the knowing smile everytime you met his ruby gaze.

- So, finally, you went to his room in the night, determined to confess. And before all the courage you managed to gather escaped, you didn't even wait for him to completely open his door before spilling your heart out.

- "Lucifer, I'm in love with you!" you said closing your eyes, afraid of his reaction.

- But he lifted your chin to face him properly and you were welcomed with a smug smile and "I know" from his lips before he stole your breath in a deep heated kiss.

- In conclusion; after knowing you loved him, Lucifer intoxicated your mind with him until you confessed directly, so he could rely his own feelings to you.

Mammon

- It's a bad habit of his to just barge into your room without announcing himself, however, after so many times of you begging for him to just say something before entering, he finally remembered.

- So, he stopped himself on his tracks before doing exactly that, and that was all it took for him to hear your conversation with your best friend.

- "You are a moronsexual, I'm telling you"

- The heck is that?

- Mammon was completely confused, who was a moronsexual? What is a moronsexual? Is that something he could sell? Now, he is interested and waiting for your answer.

- "Shut it, don't call him a moron, 'kay? Besides, I don't see any problem with being in love with Mammon"

- Whoa, whaaaat? Who is in love with Mammon?... Wait, no, Who wouldn't be in love with THE Great Mammon, right?

- Mammon pressed his ear against your door, thinking he could hear better that way, but really it just suffocated the noise, and then he remembered he could just tuned his hearing. He was also beet red by that moment, internally thanking that none of his brothers could see him like that, he would never hear the end of it.

- "But, really MC, what do you love about Mammon?"

- Mammon catched his breath abruptly, remaining as still as possible.

- "Well, I love him because he's Mammon, and that means that I'll never be bored with him, and that he'll always be there for me when I need him, that I can trust him with my soul and he would never let me down. I love him because he is so generous even when he pretends he isn't, he is so sweet and cute but also really cool, and he is a total tsundere but he has opened himself to me, and everything about him is so complex and simple at the same time, I just... I love Mammon"

- You, my sweet MC, have officially broke Mammon.

- All of his blood was in his face, his heart was going rampant, his mind absorbed your words but couldn't understand what they meant, he was both ecstatic and terrified.

- And since he stopped functioning, he didn't realize you were walking towards the door until you opened up to stumble upon a teary eyed, flushed and very embarrassed Avatar of Greed.

- You knew he listened, there was no other motive to his state.

- Mammon stared at you intensely, deeply and loving and your face blushed as furiously as his. You finished the call with your best friend in stuttered, barely comprehensible words, and started fidgeting under Mammon's gaze.

- "Mammie?"

- You see, his brain wasn't aware that he was staring at you like that, he was just marvelling at how beautiful and precious you were. He was remembering all of your conversations; the way you always stood up for him, how you were always smiling at him, and that you never degraded him at all. And when you said his name he snapped back to reality.

- Then, in a both usual and unusual Mammon way, he launched himself at your arms in a very tight hug. Like you were his lifeline, and let's be honest, maybe you were, but he was yours just as much.

- "I love ya' MC" he muttered next to your ears, causing you to hold onto him even more.

- "I love you more, Mammie"

- "Nah, I love ya' much much more"

- And now you were in a duel to see who loved the other more, that eventually led to admit that you both loved each other and that was enough.

- You both spend that night in your bed, simply enjoying the other's warmth, pouring your love to your heart's content.

- And if you ever think that he will be separated from you ever again, you are terribly mistaken.

- Not that you minded, tho.

- In conclusion; Mammon would not wait another second away from you after hearing that you also love him as much as he loves you.

Leviathan

- Boy was going over to your room, to invite you play a new game he had just bought. As always, he had to take a second before knocking on your door to convince himself he wasn't being annoying.

- Then he listened to your rambling.

- "I feel so lightheaded when I'm with him, and I can't stop replaying everything on my mind when I'm alone, and I'm afraid he'll notice and be weirded out that a normie like me is head over heels for him"

- OMFF (oh my f***** father) what is this?? Is this like that time in "I accidentally eavesdropped on my normie best friend and discovered they're in love with me, how can I confess to them without being creepy?" (Ok, Levi would not be proud of my naming skills) no, no, no, waaaait, this could not be possibly be about him. Oh, no, you couldn't have possibly fallen for a yucky Otaku shut-in like him, there's no way... Right?

- "So, tell me, MC, what is it about this Leviathan that you love so much?"

- He was already sweating and trembling, but his heart definitely stopped for a concerning amount of time. If he wasn't a demon, he would most likely had already passed out right there and then.

- "I love how passionate he is, and how he always respects my privacy and he waits until I'm ready to talk, he doesn't pressure me into nothing, he gives me my space, I love how he can talk about what he likes so earnestly. I love that sparkle in his eyes when he's winning a difficult game and his razor focus when he is being really challenged by something. I feel so happy with Levi and I just want to make him see himself through my eyes so he could just stop belittle himself".

- Leviathan.exe has died. That's it.

- He literally passed out the moment those words came out of your mouth, so you heard a loud thud right outside and you found Levi face first on the floor.

- Nervousness is short to what you felt during the agonizing time he took to actually give any signs of being alive.

- When Levi woke up he didn't understand why was he laying in the floor of your room, but the moment his memories came flooding back he stand up and try to run away, his face a blushing mess.

- And as much as you wanted to stop him and apologize, you let him go, because he was clearly not ready for that conversation.

- So, a week passed and everyday you tried to contact him to no avail. Until you were finally done with playing hide and seek, you marched firmly (only in your mind 'coz you were shaking like a leaf) to his room and practically forced yourself in.

- The conversation went as you would think, stuttering, muttering, blushing messes both of you while confessing face to face your feelings for the other.

- And finally, after reassuring him, that yes, this is real, and yes you do love him, him, Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, not one of his brothers or anyone else but just HIM, he accepted your love.

- Levi gathered all of his very little confidence and went for a slight hug.

- In conclusion; this snek boy needs time, and a lot of reassurance to accept the truth and realize it's not a dream, you also love him.

Satan

- He was trying to retrieve one of the books he had lend you to study for your classes, but just before knocking on your door, he thought to himself to better do it tomorrow, it was already late and you were probably getting ready to sleep.

- That is, until he heard your giggling on the other side.

- "But, tell me, what is it about Wrath that you love so much?"

- Satan was confused and intrigued, what's this conversation about? Obviously, something about him, so he's going to listen.

- "First of, he is not Wrath, I mean Satan is the Avatar of Wrath, but he is not just Wrath, at all. He is so much more than that, he is his own person with his own feelings and thoughts, even more so than we are, because he has lived for thousands of years. He knows so much about a lot of things that are completely beyond my comprehension, but he always manages to make them reachable for my limited mind. I love how he can go from being a pain in Lucifer's ass to a soft and doting cat dad, the way he loses himself into compelling detective novels. I got it bad for him"

- Satan was speechless. His brows raised almost up until his hairline.

- He felt a pleasant warmth spreading through his body, did you really thought of him that way?

- Oh, boy, was he blushing, he even brought a hand to his face to cover from any non existent prying eyes.

- He heard you shuffling around in your room, so he decided to retreat to his own, already planning his confession as he was walking away in the hallway.

- That night, Satan wrote you a poem, an essay and a ode to you. He tried to portray his feelings, but he also felt something was missing and he cracked his head all night searching for it. He redid everything over and over again, looking for more beautiful, deeper words to describe the extent to his love for you.

- However, Satan fell asleep on top of all the manuscripts and drabbles of his "failures", and the next morning guess who was asked to go and fetch the blond demon for breakfast?

- Ok, could've been anyone, but for the sake of this HC, it was you, ok?

- So, you went, and knocked, and waited, and called for him, and knocked again, but nothing. So you enter through his surprisingly unlocked door, and found him sound asleep. And it was such an endearing sight, you just couldn't force yourself to disturb him.

- However, you did tried to cover him with a blanket from his bed and obviously (this is also for the sake of this HC) he woke up at the feeling of foreign touch.

- When he saw you, it clicked on him the thing he was missing for his confession.

- Eye contact.

- Satan jumped to his feet, held your hands, and declared his love for you with a deep blush in his cheeks, a little stuttering in his words, but so much honesty and passion in his green eyes, you were lost.

- In conclusion, Satan would try to make a romantic confession but he would ultimately just convey his feelings in a heart melting, brain wrecking monologue, you can't do nothing but love him even more.

If there's any grammar or spelling mistake I apologize, english is not my first language, and I would appreciated if you could kindly point it out for me so I can get better

Thank you for reading.

Atte. Evie

A/N: Part 2 is up! If you want to be tagged in it just ask me & I'll be delighted to.

Have a wonderful day/night and stay safe!

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[devilyn]

drunken honesty | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: us by keshi.

maybe we’ve been

a little too guarded

from things that have hurt us

a bit more than we thought

— synopsis: drinking always made you more honest, which is how you ended up calling someone you shouldn’t have in the bathroom in the middle of a house party.

— genre: angst, happy ending (yay)

— word count: 1.9k

“Did you drink again?”

You wanted to lie to him. But you knew he would find you out right away no matter what. So you laughed weakly, the bass pounding against the bathroom door as if trying to force its way into your inebriated brain.

“You went to another party, and just expected me to pick you up after you got drunk again?”

His straightforward tone was always so cruel. It was one of the many reasons the two of you ended up breaking up. Even now, through the drunken haze that the many alcoholic drinks put onto your consciousness, he knew just how to hurt your feelings.

“I’m sorry, Kei,” you croaked out.

“You say that everytime,” he spit out like venom, as if the words hurt him too. “When will you learn to stop all of this?”

You bit back tears. The beat-up soles of your sneakers pressed firmly against the sticky bathroom floor as if they were the only thing keeping you grounded. You forgot why you called him in the first place. You couldn’t even remember why you had ended up at this party. It must’ve been Kuroo who dragged you along again, claiming that you needed to stop moping in your bedroom all the time. When in reality, he probably knew of your terrible drunken habit that was calling your ex-boyfriend.

“Drunk calling me isn’t going to get my attention the way you want it to,” he continued, your silence not stopping him. He was frustrated, you could hear it in his voice. “And it’s sure as hell not going to get us back together.”

“Come pick me up, Kei,” you finally pleaded. “I wanna go home.”

You heard him curse a few times, then the sound of his chair skidding back against the hardwood floor, and then keys jingling.

“You’re a fucking nuisance,” he grumbled, and despite the sting in your heart, you smiled.

“I love you,” you whispered, and you could picture him furrowing his brows and pushing his glasses back up against the bridge of his nose.

“I love you,” you repeated.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes, so you better be outside or I’m leaving without you.”

“Bye.”

The sound of him hanging up beeped through your handphone, and you closed your eyes.

“I love you,” you murmured again to a man who could no longer hear you.

Maybe, deep down, this was your plan. You could only be honest with him when you were drunk, which is why you ultimately agreed to Kuroo’s invitation. In reality, you could’ve asked Kuroo to get you a ride back to your dorm building, but you unconsciously called Tsukishima instead. It’s not like Kuroo didn’t know that either. That must’ve been why he poured you so many shots even before the party started.

You jumped as the pounding on the door grew louder. Only then, did you realize it wasn’t the music, but another party patron who was begging to be let in or else they’d pee their pants. Quickly, you fumbled with the door handle and wrenched it open. Sheepishly, you smiled at the group of girls who forced their way past you into the tiny bathroom.

In less than 10 minutes, you managed to track down Kuroo and yell over the loud music that your ex would be picking you up. If you weren’t drunk, you might have noticed the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but instead, you gave him a tight hug and bid your close friend goodbye.

This meant you only had to wait 5 minutes in the freezing cold for Tsukki to arrive. You stumbled over your feet a bit as you squat down to sit on the edge of the sidewalk, but ultimately managed to accomplish your goal safely.

Your breath came out in white smoke, and despite how cold it must’ve been, you couldn’t feel it over the heat that alcohol always brought to your skin. Your vision blurred, and you closed your eyes to force back the tears pricking at your eyelids.

Just a few years back, you had asked Tsukki out in this same cold. It took you three days to process the fact that he had accepted your confession, and that the two of you were then going out. Aside from the occasional teasing from his volleyball teammates, things were smooth sailing. Tsukki was a surprisingly sweet boyfriend behind his tough exterior, though he never let up on the brutally honest side of him that made him who he was. You never minded it--it was a part of him, after all. 

When did it all go wrong? Did university truly pull you two apart like everyone said it would? You had hoped that his friends would be right when they said you two would make it--that your relationship was strong enough to survive anything. But all it really took was a few glares, one or two missed dates, and a couple sharp insults under his breath, and you gave in.

It didn’t mean you loved him any less. But there were nights after the break up where you’d lay down and stare up at your ceiling, wondering why you gave so much of yourself to someone who, towards the end, never seemed to give you the same amount back.

“What? Now you’re going to catch a cold and call me over too?”

His voice used to be warm when addressing you, but was now as cold as it was to those he thought were a bother. It made sense. You were merely a bother to him now, after all.

“Kei,” you murmured, eyes still closed as he tossed what you assumed to be a jacket into your lap. “Why did you never let me in?”

A question you always wanted to ask him, but never had the courage to until you were drunk enough. The inquiry silenced him. It seemed he couldn’t even come up with an insulting jab in response to that. Instead, he grabbed your arm to pull you up off of the cold concrete, forcing the jacket around your trembling shoulders.

“I did,” he answered simply, and you could almost feel his sharp eyes narrow as you snorted. “I let you into my apartment multiple times.”

“You’re really cute when you act stupid,” you giggled, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. “Let’s stop playing around. Do you know why I broke up with you?”

“I never asked,” he responded snarkily under his breath, his hands steadying your form to make sure you didn’t trip over your own feet. You absentmindedly watched him pull the passenger side door open and help you inside the warm vehicle.

“It felt like you didn’t love me,” you told him anyway. “And you didn’t say anything when I suggested we break up, so I thought it was what you must’ve been waiting for all along.”

He was silent. With a sigh, he buckled your seatbelt before slamming the door shut and making his way over to the driver’s side.

“I realized, you know. That you never told me you loved me. Not once,” you continued when he was settled into his seat, the door closed behind him. His phone was hooked up to the car stereo, playing music quietly. But you knew he could hear you, even if some of your words were slurred. “I knew that you showed it in different ways. Like how you never missed my birthday even if I never brought it up, and how you’d ask us to eat together because you knew around what time of the day I’d get hungry.”

You turned to look at your ex, the tears finally streaming down your cheeks. He had his gaze focused on the road in front of him, hands clenched around the wheel despite having not released the parking break yet.

“But what am I supposed to do, Kei? What am I supposed to do when I don’t see those signs anymore?”

Were you still drunk? You didn’t know anymore. Maybe your body was forcing you to still be drunk so you could continue honestly telling him your thoughts. In reality, you suddenly felt very sober, especially as the sorrow built up in your throat.

"You just stopped one day. Stopped texting me what I wanted to eat for dinner, stopped remembering dates, stopped helping me study for exams," your voice trembled. "And you started ignoring me or genuinely insulting me."

You placed the heel of your palms against your eyes in an attempt to stop your tears. 

“I love you so much,” you breathed out between soft cries. “So what am I supposed to do when you don’t feel the same?”

Tsukki was silent as he put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb. His eyes never left the road, though you could see on his face that he was troubled.

You slid further down into your seat as if trying to make yourself seem as small as possible. You placed a palm over your mouth to hide your sobs, closing your eyes again, as if that would stop your endless crying.

Fifteen minutes must’ve passed. He had waited for you to stop crying before he spoke.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the sound barely audible over the softly playing music.

You didn’t respond, burying yourself into his jacket.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated. “For how I acted. For making you think I didn’t love you. For everything.”

His voice cracked as he spoke, and you could hear him curse quietly again, as if angry at himself for showing weakness.

“You know me,” his voice continued to quiver, “I’m a prideful prick. I never wanted to look weak in front of you, so I shut you out when things started getting tough. Volleyball and school got to me when I was frustrated, and I ignored you because of it, when I should’ve just told you honestly. I let you break up with me because I didn’t want to beg for you to come back, even if that’s what I really wanted to do deep down. I took my anger out on you when you drunk called me, because I was upset you kept coming back to me even though you broke up with me.”

You rubbed at your wet cheeks as his hand came over to rest hesitantly on your thigh.

“I love you,” the car rolled to a stop in front of your dorm building. “And I’m sorry it took this long for me to say it.”

He finally turned to look at you, and you could feel yourself tearing up again. His brown eyes reflected your sorrow, and you fumbled to unbuckle your seatbelt so you could throw your arms around his shoulders.

“You’re so stupid,” you cried, “A stupid idiot. I hate you.”

“I think I deserve that,” he laughed weakly as your arms tightened around him, hugging yourself as close to him as you could despite the awkward positioning.

“Next time, can we please just talk to each other?” You buried your face into the crook of his neck as his arms came around you to rub gently at your back.

“Yeah,” his tone was warm again, and it melted away any inebriation that may have still been in your system. “Let’s do that. Without the alcohol this time."

He pulled back to rest his forehead against yours, gazing into your teary eyes and snickering when he spotted your pout.

“Should I take us back to my apartment? I think there’s a lot we should catch up on.”

Your pout twitched up into a smile you could no longer hold back. “Mm. Let’s go home.”

[trashforhockeyguys]

Don’t Hold Me -20- Carter Hart

A/N: So umm the whole thing takes place in a hospital. Mentions of serious injuries, and all that goes with that. Other than that though, nothing too triggering? I don’t think? As always all previous parts are linked in my master list.

Travis scanned over all of the articles that came out as soon as it became public knowledge who was involved. The media team was doing everything they could to keep it quiet and control the coverage, but news crews were already set up outside of the hospital. They didn’t know who did it. Carter didn’t know the guy, nor could he give an accurate description. It was too dark, it all happened too fast. All anyone knew was that you nearly died. Hell, you still could. 

Travis locked his phone and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He’d never seen you look so pale, even all those years ago. You looked twenty times worse now. They were told that you lost a significant amount of blood before anyone could get to you. Travis couldn’t even think about Carter trying to keep you from bleeding out in the street. 

Carter, of course, wouldn’t talk about it. He refused to leave, just like Ethan. But Kora eventually convinced both of them that they needed showers and food. But Carter also had to go to the rink. The media team thought it would be best if they held a press conference. Especially since the media was reporting that Carter had been hurt as well. But physically, he was fine. Mentally though? Travis knew this wasn't something he’d get over easily. None of them would.

Your parents were stuck at home, they couldn’t get on a flight out here, nor could they take the time off from work. They tried everything they could think of, but they just couldn’t. So when Ethan wasn’t here, Travis was in charge of sending them as many updates as he could. Nolan would stop by from time to time to bring Travis something, or just sit with him so he wouldn’t be alone while Kora and Ethan were gone. 

“She looks better today,” Nolan said, sliding into the chair on the other side of your bed. 

“She looks like shit,” Travis mumbled, “They said the biggest concern now is going to be infection.”

Nolan reached over and carefully grabbed one of your hands, “She’s still cold.”

Travis nodded slowly, “They did another blood transfusion like an hour ago. Apparently her body is still trying to regulate.”

Nolan reached for his phone, he scrolled through a couple of notifications, “They’re going to announce that they’ve postponed the game tomorrow. Other teams are reaching out with support. And Carter is about to go live, do you want me to turn it on?”

He shook his head, “No. I don’t want her to hear it.”

Nolan, for the life of him, couldn’t imagine exactly what Travis was feeling. He loved you, sure. But he didn’t love you anywhere near how Travis did. You were Travis’ little sister, the sister he never had. He’d never seen Travis act so protective over anything before he saw him with you. 

He was with Travis when he got the call. Ethan and Kora had just fallen asleep. Carter couldn’t get ahold of anyone else, so he called the first person he knew would be there. Nolan spent the entire drive to the hospital trying to calm down everyone, not just Travis, but Ethan and Kora too. Even Nolan wasn’t sure how he was able to stay so calm. 

“She’ll pull through,” Nolan assured his teammate. 

“I don’t know what I’ll do if she doesn’t.”

Meanwhile, across town, Carter was in a cold sweat. He hated the media to begin with, much less in a situation like this. He had to practically be dragged from the hospital by Kora and Ethan. He’d refused to leave your side. Everything was a blur at this point, but he knew that he didn’t let go of your hand once until you were being wheeled into an operating room. 

He couldn’t remember all of the terms that the doctors rattled off after you came out. Kora was the one who had enough presence of mind to ask them to use simple terms so everyone knew what was happening. But all Carter could hear was that you lost too much blood before you were brought in, that you’d flatlined several times. That it could still be touch and go. 

“Carter? They’re ready for you.”

His hands shook as he followed everyone into the room and towards his seat behind the table. Cameras started flashing automatically. When the Flyers said that a statement was being made, no one thought Carter would be the one to make it. The media was reporting that he’d been hospitalized too. He wished it was him, and not you. 

He blindly answered the questions that were thrown at him. The media team coached him on what needed to be said, less was more. Especially given that they didn’t even have any leads on who did this. 

Everytime he closed his eyes he saw you in his arms, growing paler by the second, as he screamed for someone to help. He wasn’t sure that he would ever get that image out of his head. How could he?

Kora was waiting outside the arena. Her hair was wet like she’d just showered. She was in oversized sweatpants with an old faded sweatshirt to match. She held her arms out, offering Carter a much needed hug. For a second he wondered if he wouldn’t just fall apart right there in the parking lot. 

“C’mon, I’ll take you back to Travis’ place, it’s closer to the hospital,” She told him, “You need to sleep.”

“No, I need to go back to the hospital,” He replied quickly. 

“Carter, you’ve been up for over twenty four hours,” Kora explained, “You won’t do her much good if you’re sleep deprived.”

But when he looked at her, with eyes filled with so much pain, she knew she couldn’t keep him away from you. So, Kora just held Carter as tightly as she could before promising to take him back to the hospital after he at least ate some food. 

The scene at the hospital hadn’t changed though. The rest of the boys were still crowded around you. Nolan came out to meet Kora as Carter rushed in to join Travis and Ethan. But Kora couldn't bring herself to walk in, not yet at least. She didn’t want to see you like that, not up close. 

So instead she handed Nolan a coffee cup and leaned against the wall, “How’s Travis?”

“A fucking wreck,” Nolan breathed out, rubbing his face with his free hand, “Did you get Carter to eat?”

Kora nodded, “Barely.”

Nolan looked behind him, studying his friends gathered in your little room, “The doctor stopped by about half an hour ago, they want to try to back off her sedatives this afternoon. Her vitals have held long enough apparently.”

It seemed that there was a little light to the day. If Kora understood Nolan well enough, you were out of the woods now. Save for the potential recovery complications, but enough that they were willing to try to wake you up.

She took a deep breath, feeling like her chest was going to cave in from the weight that settled on it the moment they got the first call, “You should go home Nol. I can take care of them.”

He forced a small smile, “Yeah but who’s gonna take care of you?”

She shrugged, eyes focused on the three boys huddled around your bed. Kora wondered what would’ve happened had none of you gone out. If you’d all gone right home, rather than staying late at a club. Maybe none of you would be here right now. 

“I’m going to go grab some food across the street,” Nolan said quietly, “Call me if something changes.”

He had to fight himself from looking back at you in the bed. You looked so different from the girl he’d come to love like a sister. Definitely not to the same level as Travis. But he found it to be impossible to be around you for very long without feeling protective over you, just like he was with his own sisters. Nolan never really thought that he’d have to imagine a world where you wouldn’t be around. But now he had, and he didn’t like it. 

You just seemed to make the world better. He wanted that back sooner rather than later.  

It was several hours later when you felt yourself being pulled from the dark. Reality started coming back to you, and that’s when the panic set in. Your heart started to race as you felt the pain, at first what felt like a dull ache felt like a white hot iron being plunged into you. You wanted to scream out, but you couldn’t. You could barely move. 

“Y/N? It’s okay, you’re safe.”

You knew that voice. The same calming voice you’d heard all your life. Ethan shouldn’t be here. You were in a dark part of town, alone on the sidewalk. No...not alone. Carter. Carter was with you. 

“Y/N, I need you to relax, okay? Please,” Ethan seemed to beg.

Your eyes finally opened to stark white lights. You could hear the rapid beeping of a machine next to you, it sounded like a warning. You tried to move, to speak, to do anything, but the pain only worsened. Even breathing hurt. 

“Hey, there you are,” Ethan let out a broken laugh that seemed to almost border a sob. 

You couldn’t think straight, but you knew none of this seemed right. This wasn’t where you were supposed to be. Your head felt like it would split open before you could even get a word out. Your body didn’t feel right. None of it felt right.

“Hurts,” You forced out, the effort of the one word made everything worse. 

“Okay, okay. Hold on, I’ll get a nurse,” Ethan reached over and pushed some sort of button and a few seconds later a nurse came strolling in. 

Everything felt cloudy to you. Like you couldn’t quite wake up all the way. The nurse said a few words to you before moving to your IV port. Pain medication, that’s what she was doing. Maybe without the searing pain you could think. Why did it hurt so much?

“There you go sweetheart,” The nurse said gently, “That should help. You just call us if you need anything else.”

Ethan said a quick thank you, not taking his eyes off of you. You wondered just how bad you must’ve looked. Your whole body felt stiff and heavy. The pain dulled just enough. Almost like the sun breaking through a thick layer of clouds. 

“Carter? Where-”

“He’s fine,” Ethan said quickly, “Kora made him and Travis leave so they could sleep.”

You felt your body relax just a little. He was okay. Zachary didn’t touch him. He was safe. You could take all the pain, as long as you were the only one who had to deal with it. 

“How bad?” You questioned, voice straining. 

You could tell just by the way that Ethan’s face changed that it wasn’t good. Hell, just by the way your body felt it wasn’t good. You could remember little bits and pieces of what happened. But it was like things kept going in and out of focus. 

“Pretty bad. Don’t ever do that to me again,” He begged, “I swear to god. I thought we’d lost you.”

You held his hand, tightening your grip on it. It seemed you hadn’t really come all that far from where you were in high school. There was a time when you were in this exact same situation. You hated that he had to go through this again. Once again, Zachary proved that he would do anything, he simply didn’t care. He never had. 

Some silly part of you still had hope that deep down he cared. Maybe if for just a second. You thought he wouldn’t be capable of something like this. Despite everything, despite all you knew and all he’d put you through, you still had a sliver of hope.

“You look like shit,” You tried to joke. 

“And you look like hell,” He replied flatly, “But you almost died, several times, so I’m allowed to look like shit.”

You nodded, knowing he’d been through enough. Not just in the last few days, but ever since Zachary came into your life. You once hoped that coming to Philly would mean a fresh start for you, but once again he proved that nothing changed. She was still the same little girl, so afraid of her own shadow. 

“I’m going to go call mom and dad,” Ethan said softly, “You just get some rest. I’ll be back in a bit.”

You nodded, trying to relax back into the bed. Every little movement hurt. You knew if you looked under the thin hospital gown that your midsection would be bandaged up. You didn’t want to know the details yet. Part of you still thought you could wake up from this nightmare. Maybe if you didn’t know you could act like it wasn’t that bad. 

But then the thought of what you told Carter before it all happened….You couldn’t go to Canada now. You couldn’t do that to him. Zachary could easily follow you there. It obviously wouldn’t be the first time that he tracked you down hundreds of miles from home. You felt sick. This really wouldn’t end. He would always be there in some way or another. You’d always carry these scars around. 

You would never really be free, and Carter would never really be safe.