#have the courage to be gentle: adam

[pastryfication]

Can you please do one with shy!reader x Oscar? Reader has chronic pain, but hates asking for help with things, especially simple things (showering, eating, changing, etc)

Ignore if you're not comfortable with this request ❤️

hi thank you so much for the request! i hope it reaches your expectations 🫶🫶

chronic pain | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x shy!reader

warnings: mentions of chronic pain.

the bathroom was warm and misty, the scent of your favourite body wash mingling with the steam rising from the hot shower. you had managed to get undressed and into the shower on your own, a small triumph on a day where the pain was especially relentless.

as you stood under the shower head, the water cascaded over your shoulders, providing a fleeting sense of relief. you leaned against the wall, trying to muster the strength to continue. the stabbing pain in your back wasn’t about to ruin your day once again, you were adamant about that, but your legs felt like jelly, and your hands started to tremble with fatigue.

you closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, but a wave of dizziness washed over you. in an attempt to reach for the soap, your grip faltered, and it slipped from your fingers, hitting the tiled floor with a loud clatter. panic surged through you as you realized you couldn't bend down to retrieve it. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t make yourself bend down to pick it up.

the sound of the soap hitting the floor must have echoed through the apartment, because moments later, you heard the soft knock on the bathroom door.

"baby? are you okay in there?" oscar’s voice was gentle, but concern laced his words. you hated that he had to worry about you, hated that you had to rely on him for help with the simplest things. but today, the pain was unbearable.

"i’m fine," you called back, trying to keep your voice steady, but it came out weak and unconvincing. you hoped he wouldn't press further, but you knew oscar better than that.

the door creaked open, and through the steam, you saw his silhouette. he hesitated at the threshold, respecting your privacy but unwilling to leave you struggling. "are you sure? i think i heard something fall."

you sighed inaudible, feeling the weight of your pride and embarrassment. "i just . . . i dropped the soap. i can get it. just give me a minute."

oscar stepped closer, slowly moving aside the shower curtain to get a full view of you, and his gaze softened when he saw your strained expression. "love, it's okay to need help. let me."

his voice was soothing, filled with unwavering support, but you shook your head, stubbornness mingling with your discomfort. "oscar, i don't want to be a burden. i can do it."

he knelt beside the tub, his presence reassuring and calm as he gave you a gentle smile. "you could never be a burden to me, love. i'm happy to help, however you need."

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, a mixture of frustration and gratitude. "i just feel so . . . useless sometimes."

oscar frowned at your words, his hand reaching out and gently taking your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "you're not useless. you're strong, and dealing with this pain every day takes so much courage. but even the strongest people need help sometimes. let me be here for you."

you hesitated, the vulnerability of accepting his help weighing heavily on you, but the sincerity in his eyes broke through your defences. slowly, you nodded, allowing him to assist you.

oscar carefully guided you to sit on the edge of the tub, then picked up the soap and lathered it between his hands. with tender care, he began washing your back, his touch light and comforting. you closed your eyes, letting yourself relax for the first time that day.

as he helped you rinse off, his gentle words filled the space. "i'm always here for you. no matter what. so please, ask me for help next time?"

you hesitated for a moment before nodding, agreeing to his words. maybe asking him for help wasn’t the worst idea when the feeling of his tender touch against your skin was so comforting. maybe you could allow him to help a bit more if it meant sharing intimate moments like these.

[leaentries]

WORLD OF FIRSTS - MATT REMPE

SYNOPSIS: matt wants his girls first time to be perfect

WARNINGS: swearing, sexual content, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (pulling out), taking virginity, incredibly sappy matt, he’s just a big ball of love, not proofread

WORDCOUNT: 2.96k+

You took a deep breath, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Eyes alighted with fresh mascara and cheeks adorned with blush; you were ready for the night. You knew what was coming, yet the nerves still boiled inside your belly. Matt was nothing but courteous toward you, never pressuring you into anything. He promised he wouldn’t ask until you brought it up.

What is “it” one may ask? Sex.

You had never planned to end up a twenty-old-virgin, yet here you are.

It’s not for the lack of opportunities, not in the slightest. Sure, you’ve had the offers of hookups or one night stands with random men from the bar, but that just wasn’t your style. You weren’t holding out for marriage, per se, but you did prefer to wait until you felt it was the right time. In all honestly, it started to feel like that day would never come. At least, until you met Matt.

You had met Matt after securing a position on the Ranger’s media team, inevitably catching the eye of the 6’8 hockey player. His once confident demeanor was dwindled down to a blubbering mess the second you talked to him. Poor boy, don’t judge his size and skill on the ice, he was still just a kid who was head over heels for a girl.

Once he finally mustered up the courage to ask you out, it only progressed from there. You could hardly keep your hands off each other, taking to exploring other aspects of one another’s bodies. The first time things got a little too heated, you managed to break away and explain things to Matt. He clung to your every word, noticing the way you anxiously fiddled with your fingers.

Being the respectful guy that he is, he nodded understandingly, reassuring you that it was okay. He even pinky promised you that whenever you decided to go all the way, he would make it the most romantic experience you could dream of. And, he definitely tried his best.

You walked into his apartment on that clear Thursday night, only to be met with candles, all of your favorite scent, lit around almost every room in the place. Your eyes widened at the effort he clearly put in for tonight, not truly expecting it.

You turned to face your boyfriend, who stood biting his lip nervously, “Matty..” You cooed.

He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “I promised you I’d make it special.” He quirked his head to side amusingly, “You know I can’t break a pinky promise.”

You smiled up at him, finally being able to take in his attire. His soft grey hoodie hung loosely over the black sweatpants that adorned his muscular legs. Matt’s hair was tousled, clear evidence of his hands carding through the brunette locks in his worried state. You could practically feel your heat melting with the warm drips of love that filled every fiber of your being.

His eyes raked down your body, adam’s apple bobbing roughly as his gaze lingered on your breasts a tad longer than considered polite. The rise and fall of your chest began to increase as his hands trailed under your shirt. Matt’s thumbs rubbed soothing circles against your bare sides.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, baby.”

His reassurance brought an extra blanket of comfort, but also even more solidity that he was the right one.

You shook your head lightly, “No, I want to. I want to do this with you.” You tilted your head up more, now fully looking him in the eyes, “I trust you, Matty.”

He leaned down, taking your lips into a soft kiss. Although it was gentle and sweet, it conveyed how much care Matt had for you. All of the unspeakable things and unsaid words were passed through this simple kiss.

Your hands moved to grip his biceps as his tongue slipped delicately into your mouth. His hands pulled your hips closer to his, a small gasp leaving your mouth as his hardening bulge pressed into your soft tummy. He took the opportunity to lick at your teeth, a low groan leaving his chest. Matt finally pulled away, eliciting a whine of protest on your end.

He chuckled lovingly, “Don’t worry, baby. Just wanna take you to the bedroom first.”

You nodded, swallowing nervously. Matt intertwined your hand with his, leading you through the apartment to the main bedroom. Upon entering, you felt your breath hitch in your throat. There were more candles, except this time they were accompanied by slightly crumpled rose petals that had been haphazardly thrown about the bed and hardwood around it.

It rendered you speechless.

Matt’s eyes scanned your face, still not fully convinced everything was good enough for you, “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes darted towards him.

“I-it’s not how I envisioned everything, the roses weren’t in season apparently, and the vanilla candles were all I could find at the store to match. I should have tried harder or-”

You cut him off, “It’s perfect.” You reached for his fingers, pulling his body into yours, “It couldn’t be more perfect.”

A conflicted sigh left his mouth, his bottom lip swollen from the anxious biting. You lifted your arm up to cradle his face, “I promise,” You forced him to lock pinkies with your other hand, “I pinky promise.” You reiterated.

His eyes searched yours for any discomfort or hesitation. You gently pulled his face down into a confirming kiss. You let your hand fall from his face, fingers cascading down the tense muscles of his chest and abdomen. You tugged on the bottom of his hoodie, signaling that you wanted it off.

Matt smirked as he pulled away, “I figured I’d be the one undressing you first.”

You smiled, kicking his foot lightly in retaliation, “Well, since somebody won’t take charge, clearly I’m gonna have to.”

With this, something darkened in Matt’s eyes, his smirk only growing. He quickly discarded the unwanted material, revealing his toned torso. You immediately reached out to run your fingers through the dips and divots of his stomach. His skin was warm against your fingertips, the muscle smooth under your touch. He watched your hands move, stomach tensing as you brushed over sensitive areas.

He grabbed your hand softly, just as you reached the waistband of his sweats. He brought your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on each fingertip, “So” on your thumb, “eager,” on your index finger, then following with the last three, leaving a lingering kiss on your pinky. Your breath picked up as he trailed his kisses down your palm, sucking gently on the pulse point in your wrist.

“Matt,” You sighed, the pressure building between your thighs becoming overbearing. The room’s temperature seemed to rise with each kiss he laid upon your skin, igniting tiny fires in every vein. You could practically feel the desire pounding in your ears.

Matt leaned down further as he stuck his nose into your neck and jaw, burying his face there for a moment. You brought a hand up, tangling it in the hair at the nape of his neck. The locks were soft between your fingers and you tugged lightly. His mouth started to suck teasing kisses and red blotches into the supple skin causing you to deliver a harder tug on his hair. Matt let out a loud groan, and with panic, you let go.

“I’m sorry, Matty,” You brought his head up, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He just laughed, “Hurt me? Baby, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” He took your hand, placing it back in its previous position, “And, for the record, I was into it.”

Your cheeks burned at his confession, but you believed him, especially with the evidence straining against the material of his pants. Matt resumed his attack on your neck, only this time he worked his way down until he was met with the collar of your shirt.

His hands hesitated for a moment at hem, his eyes looked to yours before moving forward. You nodded, giving him the consent. He gently pulled the shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. His eyes immediately drifted to your breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Go lay on the bed," Matt rasped.

Not wasting time, you quickly crawled on the bed, leaning against the soft pillows. Matt kneeled down on the mattress, body coming to slot in between your legs. His calloused hands rested on your thighs, running seductive patterns into the plushy skin.

"So pretty like this," He panted through his need, "All laid out just f'me."

You whined, hips bucking with a mind of their own. The deep carnal desire was becoming too much, the new ache of want echoed through your bones. You shook with anticipation.

"Please, Matty," You begged, "Need you so bad."

"Use your words, pretty girl," He encouraged, "Tell me what you want."

You huffed with embarrassment, not yet used to having to voice your needs. Matt watched you closely, enjoying the flustered look on your face.

"I need you," You managed.

He tsked, "Gotta tell me exactly what you need, baby. Wanna give you what you want."

You swallowed the whine that bubbled in your throat, barely managing out your words, “Need you to touch me.” You grabbed his hand and placed it between your legs, “Need you to touch me here.”

“Fuck,” Matt mumbled under his breath. The feeling of your wet cunt through the fabric of your leggings was enough to have his cock weeping. He leaned down to kiss up your stomach, making sure to give the tops of your breasts attention. By the time he reached your lips, you practically inhaled him. You were desperate for him, and your body’s response betrayed any attempt to cover it up.

Matt’s hand snaked behind your back, fumbling with your bra clasp, his brows furrowed as he tried to focus on kissing you and unhooking it at the same time. Not breaking the kiss, you sit up slightly, reaching behind you to help him out. The second the hook popped off, Matt eagerly discarded the item. His breath stopped as he took in your breasts. Even though this wasn’t the first time he’d seen them, they never failed to make his stomach swirl and his cock throb.

His head dipped down to take a nipple into his mouth, tongue circling the peaked bud. Your head fell back against the pillow as you arched your back, pushing your tits further into his mouth. A load moan escaped your throat as he bit down gently.

“Fuck,” You panted, “Matty, need more.”

He smirked against you, fingers treading down to hook themselves on the waistband of your leggings. He sat up on his knees, before looking to you for permission. You nodded eagerly, the fiery desperation for him greater than anything you had ever felt. He slowly pulled them down, tapping your thigh lightly in order for you to lift your hips. Matt helped thread your ankles through, tossing the material with the rest of your discarded clothes.

Your legs instinctively fell apart, putting your glistening cunt on display for him. Matt could have sworn he’d cum in his pants right then and there. He sat for a moment, taking in your body. He took note of every curve, mark, and scar that littered your skin. He wanted to remember them forever.

Becoming impatient, you tugged at his drawstrings, “Don’t just stare. Want you inside of me.”

His body immediately fell to trap yours, his lips so close you could feel them as he spoke, “Can’t say things like that, baby. Or else this gonna be over far sooner than we’d like.”

He pressed one more searing kiss to your lips before dropping a hand between your bodies.

“Gotta stretch you out, okay?”

You nodded, wanting nothing more than for him to touch you where you needed him most.

His hand brushed against your clit, making you jolt with pleasure. Matt prodded at your entrance with his middle finger, before slowly slipping the digit into your slick walls. He quickly found a steady rhythm, your arousal seeping onto the bed sheets.

You bucked your hips as the pleasure coursed through your body. Matt took this as a sign to add another finger. He continued to work you up, gently adding a third. As soon as he sped up his fingers, you ground yourself down against the heel of his palm, the stimulation almost sending you over the edge.

"Matty," You cooed, "M' gonna cum."

And just as you began to ride to that peak, Matt removed his fingers. You almost let out a whine of protest, but the sight of him sucking your essence off his fingers had your soaked pussy clenching around nothing. Matt lifted himself above you once more, holding up his weight.

"You ready, pretty girl?" He asked, "We can always stop and watch a movie if you'd rather do that. I won't care, I promise."

You looked him dead in the eyes, "Matthew, I mean this in the most loving way, but please just shut up and fuck me."

He laughed as he took your lips into a hot fight of tongues and teeth, he mumbled against your lips, "I love you, woman." With that, he sat up and quickly threw off his sweats and boxers in one go. His cock slapped proudly against his abdomen, drops of pre-cum already seeping from his swollen tip.

He aligned himself, before slowly starting to inch his way in. Matt watched your face intensely, watching for any signs of you wanting to stop. You let out a gasp, the initial pain catching you off guard.

Matt leaned down to plant kisses all over your face as he eased himself in further, "I know, I know, baby. You're doing so good f'me." He hushed out, "Taking my cock so well."

You both let out moans as he sunk in the final couple of inches. You panted, overwhelmed by the way he split you open.

"You doin' okay?" He managed through gritted teeth. The tight grip your cunt had around his cock was almost too much for him to deal with.

You nodded, the dull pain finally fading away into need, "You can move."

He swallowed harshly, before pulling out gently and sheathing himself back in fully. Matt did this a few more times, or at least until he had a reign on his hormones. The feeling of being buried inside of you had his mind in a frenzy, wanting nothing more than to fuck you until you couldn't remember your own name. But he knew there would be time for that later, right now was all about you.

Matt reached up to intertwine your hands, his thrusts slowly getting faster and harder. You moaned loudly as the tip of his cock nestled so deliciously against your g-spot. Waves of pleasure surged through every sense you had, until all you could focus on was him. He intoxicated everything. There was only him.

Low groans left Matt’s mouth, his heavy breathing picking up as he tilted his hips in order to reach deeper into you. Your jaw fell slack, your grip on his hand tightening with the intense pressure in your lower belly. It spread from the tips of toes all the way to the tops of your ears, consuming you completely until the only thing still holding you to earth was Matt. His groans turned into breathy whines as he neared his peak, but he was determined to have you finish first.

Matt snaked a hand down your body, to rub sloppy circles on your clit. The added stimulation had your eyes rolling back and a loud cry leaving your mouth.

“Come on, pretty girl. That’s it, cum all over my cock.”

The sounds of his hips slapping against yours, paired with his encouragement finally broke the knot that had been tightening in your gut. Your moan fell silent as the force of your orgasm hit you like a truck. Blinding white pleasure danced through your body, your pussy spasming rapidly around Matt’s cock. Just your facial expressions alone were enough to send him toppling over that edge as well, his cock twitching as he quickly pulled out. He stroked his cock until ropes of white painted your stomach and chest, the warm liquid dripping down your tits.

Matt’s chest heaved as he fell beside you, rubbing soothing patterns into your hair. He whispers sweet nothings to you as you slowly came back to reality. You tilted your head to look up at him, smiling softly.

He placed a sweet kiss on your head, “There’s those beautiful eyes,” Matt cradled your face with one of his large hands, “You feeling okay? I wasn’t too rough was I?”

You shook your head, “No, everything was perfect. You were perfect, Matty.”

He smiled lovingly at you, eyes looking at you as if you’d hung the moon. He placed another kiss on your temple, before getting up and grabbing a towel to clean you off. Once his spent had been wiped off of you completely, you grabbed his wrist, tugging him back down to lay with you.

“Baby,” He laughed, “We gotta get you in the shower so I can clean you off.”

You groaned in displeasure, “In a minute, just wanna cuddle with you first. Want you to hold me.”

He fell into place behind you, pulling your body snugly against his, “If I ever say no to holding you, you have my full permission to kill me on the spot.”

You just grinned, burying yourself further into his warm body.

[golden1u5t]

patched up | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ genre: smut heavy make out ses

ꨄ summary: spencer had gotten hurt while on a case and it was up to you to patch him back up, which wouldn’t have been an issue if the tension between you wasn’t so thick.

“you’re really stupid, you know that?” you state as you grabbed the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. spencer let out a chuckle that quickly turned into a low groan when you lifted his shirt and poured a good amount of the peroxide on his stab wound. his head tips back against the counter and you can't help but look up at him, your eyes lingering on the bulge of his adam's apple for far too long.

spencer looked back down just in time to catch you staring at him. you quickly looked away and grabbed a gauze out of your bag, but your hands were shaking with nerves and caused you to drop the package before you could get it open.

he watched as you bent down and grabbed the package, you tore it open and lifted his shirt again. the room you were in was so quiet you could hear each other’s breathing, or maybe that was because of how close you were. you didn’t want to look up because you knew he was already staring at you and that would just make you even more nervous than you already were.

you made quick work of finishing patching him up and cleaning up your mess. after you were done you turned around to the sink to wash your hands. spencer could tell you were washing your hands longer than needed so you didn’t have to face him. so he slid off the counter and walked up behind you, caging you in by placing his hands on either side of you.

“do i make you nervous?” he asked, watching as you tensed. you turned off the faucet before spinning around so you were face to face, you could feel his breath fanning over your face with how close he was.

“i’m not- why would i be nervous?” spencer’s gaze dropped down to your lips for a quick moment before he met your eyes again. you couldn’t help but mirror him and do the same, except your gaze lingered on his lips far longer than he did.

“your body language is telling me you’re nervous.”

“yeah? what else is it telling you?” you met his eyes again as your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips. you weren’t sure where the sudden wave of confidence came from but you could feel it slipping away with each passing second you stood there under his gaze.

“well, you keep looking at my lips and subconsciously leaning towards me. that tells me you want me, want to kiss me.” a low chuckle left his lips as he stared at you, he shook his head before taking a step back. you reached out and wrapped your hand around his wrist to stop him from walking away.

“would you do it if i asked? to kiss me, i mean.” you asked, letting go of him when you got his attention again. spencer paused for a moment, thinking of all the things he could say in response to you. kissing you is something he’s thought about many times before, hell, he's thought about doing a lot more than kissing if he was being honest.

“is that your way of asking me to kiss you?” he took a step closer to you, already ready to kiss you as soon as you said the word. there was a moment of silence between you, you both just looking into each other's eyes waiting for you to say that one word that could change everything for you.

it took you a moment to find the courage but when you did you confirmed that it was your way of asking him to kiss you. as soon as you got the words out of your mouth spencer was cupping your face and bringing his lips to yours. your arms went around his neck as you leaned into him more.

spencer’s hands fell from your face to gripping your thighs, he effortlessly hoisted you up and sat you on the counter. spencer groaned into your mouth when you ran your fingers through his hair and gave it a gentle tug. your skin felt like it was on fire because of the way his hands felt roaming underneath your shirt, the way he kissed you like his life depended on it, and the ache between your legs that was growing stronger with each passing second he kissed you.

you were sure that if he kissed you like that for the rest of your lives you would be the happiest woman alive. unfortunately, spencer had to pull away because of the lack of air but that gave you the chance to bury your head in the crook of his neck and discover new places with your lips. while you kissed and nipped at his skin he reached down and started to unbutton your jeans.

being able to go all the way with him would have been a dream come true for you but unfortunately you were still on the job and that means your moment was interrupted by emily coming into the room you were in to let you know what they’ve recently discovered.

“just to let you know-” she stopped in her tracks when she looked up to see you and spencer jumping away from each other. her eyes jumped between you two, taking in your unbuttoned jeans and spencers disheveled hair. you cleared your throat as you buttoned your jeans back up, your heart was racing so fast you could hear it in your ears.

emily was your unit chief, yes, but she was your friend before any of that so instead of making a big deal she excused herself to give you both some time to straighten back up before joining the others.

you and spencer couldn’t bring yourselves to say anything after that, the only noise that filled the room was the sound of your heavy breathing and the laugh you shared as the realization of what happened donned on you. before you made it to the common area where everyone else was, spencer pulled you behind a wall to give you one last kiss.

it made you feel like a teenager sneaking around with the boy your parents told you to stay away from but you would do it a million times over if that meant you could experience kissing him for the first time all over again.

[mx-your-name]

His Goddess

Possessive!Adam x Goddess!Reader

Warning: Yandere theme, Possessive Adam, nothing really about murder besides Adam’s dead and Sinners

Prompt: You are both of the goddess of Creation and Destruction

-It started off as you making a meeting of you and the rest of the gods and goddess about certain things that need to be taken care of and made a full balanced out scale so nothing could get destroyed or messed up.

-You were running a bit late since you had others to deal with.

-Your advisor who was the one to help out with your schedule had you do some stuff almost making you fully late to the meeting that you had set up.

“No! I told you! We need to act now! Heaven and Hell are going to destroy each other!” A female yelled. She was wearing a flowy white outfit, short white sleeves that stayed on her shoulder and across her chest making a big V shape. A cut on each side of the dress on each side of her legs so they could stick out. Some gold draped over her waist with a white blindfold over her eyes representing her covering her eyes so wouldn’t be able to cheat on the winning side. There was a scale on the table beside her where she could determine on what side to decide to choose from. A lion next to where she sits at the table. This was Themis the goddess of Justice and Law.

“I say they continue, it’s the only way to figure out the war! They need to sort this out themselves, we cannot interfere with anything or that’ll mess up everything that he built up! And they are to know nothing about our existence!” A male shouted back across the circular table from her. He was wearing mostly full armor and a helmet, he had a spear that slid into the chair arm rest that he sat on so he wouldn’t have to keep holding it. A red cape that fell behind him against his back. His shield that he always carried around next to him. There was mostly red and dark red on his clothes which represented the blood and violence. This was Ares the god of War and Courage

“Well we need to decide something or they'll be with each other and there won’t be anyone else any longer!” Themis responded back, her lion growling at the god of War. “I say that it goes on! They can decide their own damn fate with you determining what to happen with your stupid scale!” Ares remarked back, a tick appearing on his head as Themis gritted her teeth in anger. “Oh I can’t watch this! Why can't we all get along and love each other..” a male muttered to himself, he was wearing a white sash that goes over his body covering everything up. Giant white wings on his back that were against his back. This was Eros the god of Love and Desire, or as others call him Cupid.

Placing his fingers up his face pressing one against his mouth, as he glanced between the two who were fighting about the situation at hand. He sat beside the goddess of justice on the right side of her. A sigh comes from across Eros as he looks over to see a female that had a bird on her arm as she fed it. She was wearing a green draped dress that went down to her ankles, some green vines snaking around her head and on top of her head forming a flower crown that grew from the vines and bushes. This was Demeter the goddess of Nature and Fertility.

“What do you think about this matter, Demeter?” Eros asked, smiling a gentle closed smile. “I honestly don’t care about it unless it involves me, Eros. After all there’s really nothing we can do without interfering with what's happening between them both.” Demeter said, being fully honest about everything she stated. Eros felt his cheeks turn red, a bit admirable of the woman in front of him.

“Who cares what you think! I’m the god of War! And I say let it happen, how else did I solve my situation?” Ares slammed his hands on the table as he stood up glaring at Themis who also got up from her seat. “That doesn't mean anything! We need to stop it! And who cares about the war you’ve been through? You wanted to be in that war! And you know it!” Themis commented, anger written on her face.

Ares was going to resort back but was cut off by a loud voice enough in through the room. “That’s enough for both of you!” All attention went to you who was at the head of the table, Ares on your right and Themis on your left with Demeter next to Ares and Eros next to Themis. Both of them muttered sorry with a bow, immediately sitting back down after that.

You wore a long white and gold cloak that would almost reach the ground with a white looking dress that reached to the ground practically dragging against it. It wasn’t bigger than your height, instead it was made that way to shrink or grow depending on the height you wanted to go along with the same thing with the other gods and goddesses. Your black boots covered by the clothing, taking a seat as you started talking. You were the goddess of Creation and Destruction.

Everyone nodding their heads as they look at you, “Now let’s discuss what the situation is at hand. The heaven exterminators that have been killing sinners.” Glancing over at everyone then continuing on. “Does anyone have any ideas on what we should do about this at hand?” Questioning as you look towards Ares first letting him speak.

“I believe that we should just let them figure out their war against each other. If we intervene at all it could mess up everything and everyone would also find out about our existence which is supposed to stay a secret.” Ares explained knowing what might happen if you all stopped everything or tried to reveal yourselves. Nodding your head at the end of his words, “I see.. Themis? What do you have to say about this?”

“I think, sorry. I know that this is an incredibly stupid idea! If we don’t do anything then we are gonna have to keep reincarnating every single person that dies at the hand of the angels or they get completely wiped from this world of their existence! We’ve already had over 500 sinners dead since the last five extermination.” Themis went on, she was one to be level headed but at this point her patience was running thinner and thinner.

Letting out a hum as you quickly snapped your fingers making tea appear in front of everyone in the room. “Drink some tea and calm down Themis. You too Ares. Yelling isn’t gonna get anything done correctly.” You told them, Themis letting out a breath and drinking some of your tea as Ares just grumbles but doesn’t say anything else. “[Name], if I may speak up. I think we should be focused on those IMP’s right now. They’ve been destroying everything on Earth and killing people after people without a care in the world.”

Demeter spoke calmly, looking over at you as she pet her bird that sat on her finger. “Ah yes that was another problem I was going to discuss. Thank you for reminding me Demeter. Now about the IMP’s I think we should-” getting cut off by your words when a loud thud was heard at the other end of the room in front of the giant door. Everyone's head snaps towards the door, as the person who distrusted the meeting. You knew everyone would never intrude during the meetings especially even go near the room.

The person stood up grumbling looking around the room to see it was quite large, vines climbing up the walls to represent Nature, heart shaped lighting to represent Cupid, knight armor to represent War, scale alongside the walls to represent Justice, and nice interior design made from Creation. Getting a better look at the male face who looked at the five of you. Demeter eyes widened in surprise, Ares sprinting out his drink on accident eyes wide, Themis jaw was on the floor at who the male was, and Eros was freaking out.

You on the other hand were also surprised but shocked on how this could’ve happened. “Is… is that..?” Eros started, pointing his finger at the male who was shocked at your guy's height being even taller than him. “Who the fuck are you guys?” You recognized that look, clearing your throat as you softly smiled. “Welcome, Adam. Though I must ask what are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be up..here.”

You spoke smoothly, staring down at him with your eyes peering at him. “Oh I don’t know. I got fucking stabbed and killed! Where the hell am I?” He said sarcastically, everyone was whispering to themselves on what to do since no one besides them and their workers are supposed to be up high on these levels. Not even Sera was allowed up here. “Well if you must know you’re in the Tower of Heaven, Adam. Or as other people know it is the highest power that’s above where Gods stay and observe both heaven and hell.”

You explained guestering to the gods and goddess that sit at the table in front of him. Getting up from your seat as you go over to where Adam was three times divided by your height. Sitting down on your knees, scooping him up into your hands lifting him up to your eye level. Adam took a step back from how tall you and the others loomed over him.

“I sincerely apologize. I wasn’t expecting how this is how our first encounter would go. Especially when meeting you, Adam.” You apologized, smiling gently at him. “Uh-huh.. so this place is what? A fucking place for you tall ass gods? There’s no fu- sorry, way that there’s more than one god.” Crossing his arms, a pink blush lightly across his face that was very light for anyone to see. But Eros could feel the slightest of love coming from where Adam is standing, silently squealing internally.

“Yes, he is indeed the original and the most powerful but we’re the gods who represent other things. Eros is the god of love, Demeter the goddess of nature, Ares the god of War, and Themis the goddess of Justice.” You said adjusting Adam into one hand so he wouldn’t fall, pointing at every single god in the room who greeted him in a simple head nod, a wave, or just a simple hello. “And what are you the goddess of? Being hot and sexy?” A smirk was on his face as he looked up at you, placing a hand over your mouth as you let out a laugh.

“No no. I’m the goddess of creation and destruction. I’m mostly second in command of all the gods and demigods.” You told him, placing him back down on the ground. Once he was on it you stood up to your full height which was about 40 feet tall. With a snap of your fingers the whole room shifted into a normal sized room so everything wasn’t so big for the first man. Your once 40 foot tall figure is now around ten tall along with the other good and goddess in the room.

“They're much better, so you won’t have to keep looking up at us,” you joked laughing a bit.

-After that encounter and when the meeting was over you had taken a stroll around the place with Adam explaining why he was here and not back in heaven. Your reasoning being that once someone ACTUALLY die you were either completely deleted or reincarnated by the hands of you guys

-But since it was THE Adam he was able to stay here and observe people and do whatever he wanted. Though he wouldn’t be able to go back to heaven since that would mess up everything

-Time continued to pass and during that you and Adam would get closer and closer each passing day

-He felt like he was falling more in love everytime he saw you or when you talked.

-You were single to so it was a plus for him

-He’d be the more possessive type of lover, as day passed he felt the need to stay by your side no matter what

-Whether it was a gods meeting, you in your office, checking up on heaven, hell, and Earth, or just strolling around the garden enough the view of everything

-Wherever you went he went. And where he went you went. Since this is gonna have to be a two way thing, after all your lovers friends

-Eros felt the love come off from Adam whenever he was near which was every second

-Not only did Eros the god of love feel the love but he felt the love was more possessive and a bit obsessive but more on the possessive side

-He didn’t care about it since it was still love

-Not much between the Dickmaster and Cupid; the first man doesn’t really like how he talks about love especially with you but when it’s someone else it’s cool with him just stay away from you and then the two of them will be cool

-Demeter didn’t really feel the need to get to know Adam since she knew everything about him but respected him enough as another demigod like god of sea, god of animals, etc, etc

-Ares oh geez don’t let those two stay in a room too long all they're gonna talk about is the war that they were in. Ares being the non stop against humans and other gods while Adam was against the sinners in hell

-Ares respected Adam, and Adam respected Ares back

-Themis and Adam is a completely different level of dislike

-Not like Themis HATES Adam or anything just doesn’t.. trust him

-How could she when her scale is always lower on one side than the other? And it wasn’t the good side

-Sometimes it’s balanced

-Now back to the two of you! You could care less on what Adam thinks of you if it was a lover, friend, family, or whatnot

-You were a goddess of creation and destruction you could do anything you want

-You also made Adam his own room in an instant once he had came to the Tower of Heaven

-It wasn’t ever used. Adam always slept in your room after the his first week stay and getting to know you better

-Adam has apologized multiple times for cursing in front of you or the other gods when getting a glare or look that told him to not say any of those words. He started using it less and less but still uses it time to time when with you, you didn’t say anything about it much unless he was cussing WAY to much

[daisies-daydreams]

Miguel O’Hara and Fem!Reader!!

Can you add smut and praising and reader is a virgin, Miguel and Reader have been dating for a while so reader has been thinking about doing it for a while so she has the courage to ask miguel? :D

thanks!! :))

Paradise (Miguel O'Hara x F!Virgin!Reader)

Header Credits: @natashowlet (center) & Pexels Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Virgin!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Tags: Use of (Y/N), Making Out, Virginity Loss, Grinding, Foreplay, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Multiple Orgasms (Reader), Big Dick Miguel (it's canon I swear), Size Difference, Depictions of Pain (related to virginity loss), Praise Kink, Protected P in V Sex (Wrap the Schlong Before You Donkey Kong), Petnames Word Count: 4k+ A/N: Hello lovely! It's great to hear from you again! (not to mention a request for our man Miguel 😏). I'm sorry if it's not great - it's been a while since I've written and I'm feeling pretty rusty. 😔 Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!

Miguel hummed quietly as he stroked his thick fingers through your hair, your smaller form resting in his lap. It's been a long week, and the two of you decided to have a cozy night in. You rested your head on his chest as the two of you snuggled in bed, the sound of rain tapped against your window. While you enjoyed sitting back and relaxing with your love, you couldn't deny the growing fire in the pit of your stomach and how it reached every corner of your body.

You weren't expecting to just blurt it out, but before you could stop yourself, you quickly muttered: "I-I want to do it". You hid your face in your boyfriend's shoulder as he stopped running his fingers through your hair.

"What was that, (Y/N)?" your lover murmured. You kept your head nuzzled against his broad shoulder as heat filled your cheeks. Miguel sighed as he rubbed the small of your back. "Cariño, por fa. I want to hear what you have to say," he gently urged you [honey, please]. Your throat grew tight as you laid your hands on his bare chest.

"I...I said that I want to do it," you said, your voice only slightly louder this time. You flinched when your boyfriend's grip on your back tightened as he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Do you mean..." his voice trailed off as you felt his heart thud against his chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you slowly nodded against his shoulder.

"I...I've been wanting to have sex with you for a while, but..." you bit your lip as you wiggled in his lap. You gasped as you felt his hands slip from your spine to your hips, his fingers ghosting over your waist as he breathed against your ear.

"I-I don't know if I'd be the best person for your first time, conejita," he said with a bit of nervousness tinted in his voice [bunny]. You slowly pulled your head up and pinched your brows together.

"What do you mean?" you asked while tilting your head. Miguel's Adam's apple bobbed as he rubbed the back of his head, his hickory eyes avoiding your curious gaze.

"Well, you see..." a dark pink dusted over his sharp cheeks as he tried to find the right words. Your lover eventually closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Hermosa...I just don't want to hurt you," he muttered softly as his wide shoulders slumped [Beautiful]. Your heart instantly melted at his words as your gaze softened. Miguel's eyes snapped open as you pecked his cheek and wrapped your arms around his thick neck.

"Migs, está bien. Confío en ti," you whispered soothingly [Migs, it's okay. I trust you]. Miguel's breath faltered as his eyes glossed over, his body stiff against you as he parted his lips.

"Oh, conejita..." he breathed before pulling you into a tender hug. You smiled as you relished in the gentle brush of his breath over your cheek. Your lover slowly pulled back before staring at you with a more serious gaze.

"You do know that I'll have to do a lot of foreplay, right?" he murmured while gently cupping your chin between his thick thumb and finger. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of his digits burying into your tight, wet cunt while he suckled on you clit.

"I-I don't mind," you said before biting your lip. Miguel smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling before tenderly he pecked your cheek.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" he purred lowly as his hands traced over your thighs. Your heart skipped a beat as he delicately traced his fingertips over your skin, his lips dancing over your jaw.

"Miguel," you flushed as he smiled against your cheek.

"I mean it: you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," he whispered before gently lying his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as you gripped the back of his neck, your legs spreading across his lap. Miguel groaned as your clothed heat pressed against his crotch, the growing hardness beneath you making you shiver.

"God, you taste so good...I really wanna to know what the rest of you tastes like," Miguel rumbled as his hands squeezed your hips. Your moan echoed against his plump lips as you arched your back. "Will you let me taste you, cariño?" your lover groaned. You sighed heavily and nodded, each nerve in your body lit with arousal.

"Y-Yes," you whispered. You yelped when he suddenly picked you up, his massive palms cupping your ass as he flipped you onto your back. Miguel licked his lips as he gently hooked your shirt with his fingers.

"Are you sure this is okay, (Y/N)?" he asked, his breath cascading over the fabric of your t-shirt. You nodded and sighed as you cupped his face.

"Miguel, it's alright," you gently reassured him. Miguel swallowed thickly before giving a short nod, his eyes trailing over your body before he slowly pulled your shirt up. Goosebumps broke out across your skin as the cool air swept across it, your heart racing beneath your sternum as you gazed up at the loving man before you.

"Look at you, mi vida," Miguel breathed as his fingers dipped behind you, gently picking at your bra clasp as he pecked your lips [my life]. You sighed and tilted your head as your lips met in a sweet embrace, his fingers deftly working your bra off. Your nipples almost instantly hardened as you felt the fabric drift off of your body, your heartrate speeding up even more as you felt his hands gently caress your mounds.

"So ready and eager for me, hm?" he murmured while smoothing his thumbs over your buds. You moaned and arched your chest into his touch as your walls clenched around nothing.

"Y-Yes," you murmured and squirmed beneath him. Miguel sighed softly before leaning down and gently puckering his lips around your right nipple. Your eyes nearly crossed as you gripped his shoulders, the subtle pressure drawing a sharp moan from your lips. Your lover softly massaged your other hard bud with his thumb as he lapped and suckled on your breast.

"O-Oh fuck, Miguel," you mewled. You felt him grin against your soft areola as his other hand slowly worked its way down your stomach before cupping your pussy through your panties.

"Mmm, I can already feel how wet you are for me, conejita," Miguel groaned as his fingers traced over the slick spot in your underwear. You moaned as the tips of your ears burned as he continued to rub your clothed labia while swirling his wet tongue around your perky nipple.

"M-Miguel, please," you whimpered as the growing need for something to be inside of you consumed your mind. Miguel looked up with raised brows.

"What is it, baby?" he murmured in a low, husky voice. You gulped as he rested his palm against your heat.

"I-I want you to eat me out," you said with a deep blush. His grin quickly turned into a smirk as he rested one last kiss on your breast. You arched your back as you felt him leave a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down your stomach before he nipped at the band of your shorts and panties.

"With pleasure, mi amor," Miguel hummed as he hooked his fingers around the top of your pants. Your legs shook as he tugged the rest of your clothes down, strings of your slick breaking off of your panties as the two of you moaned. Miguel's mouth looked like it was practically watering as he used his thumbs to pull your pussy lips apart, a pool of your slick oozing from your puckering hole.

"Jesus, you're completely soaked," Miguel murmured, his lips just barely brushing over your aching clit. "You're so fucking hot," he groaned before sticking his tongue out. Your breath left in short gasps as he gently lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers prodding at your weeping entrance.

"M-Miguel, shit," you moaned as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Miguel sighed as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive clit, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

"You taste so good, (Y/N). The sweetest thing I've ever tasted," he rumbled before fully encasing your lower lips with his mouth. Your jaw clenched as you bucked your hips forward, the eager drag of his tongue along your slit drawing a high-pitched squeal from your throat.

"O-Oh Miguel!" you whined as he gently nudged his fingertips inside your eager cunny. Your walls sucked him in as he slowly inched his digits deeper and deeper, his tongue painting lewd shapes around your pulsing clit.

"T-That's-" you gasped as you felt the stretch grow inside your tight cunny. Miguel immediately stopped, drawing a whine from you lips as he leaned back from your dripping pussy.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked, his brows furrowed and mouth curved into a concerned frown. You took a deep breath and shook your head, your legs turning to jelly when you saw his fingers were only half-way inside your sex.

"N-No, it feels really good. Just...not used to the stretch," you confessed with tinted cheeks. Miguel sighed softly and pressed a gentle kiss to your pulsing clit. You mewled as your legs shook around his head, your walls gripping his thick digits with such fervor you were afraid it was going to hurt him. And yet, Miguel continued to flick his warm, wet tongue across your clit while gently curling his digits inside your slick cavern.

"Gonna take it slow then, okay, baby?" he rumbled gently, his plump lips dancing over your labia. You nodded as you ran your fingers through his thick hair. Miguel sighed at your feather-light touch before he dove his head back down, puckering his lips around your engorged button while he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching cunt.

"O-Oh fuck, Miguel!" you moaned and gripped his hair. Miguel groaned against your pussy as he licked a bold stripe from your stuffed hole to your clit.

"You feel so tight wet for me, conejita. I can't wait to stretch you out even more with my cock," he said in a husky whisper. Your heart skipped a beat at his words as your pussy gushed over his digits. Miguel chuckled softly. "You want that, hm? Want me to fuck you with my thick, heavy cock?" your boyfriend purred before wetly kissing your clit again. You gasped and squirmed in his grasp.

"Y-Yes," you panted, the drag of his fingers against your gummy walls and his soft lips circling your clit making your body shiver with bliss. You curled your fingers in his dark locks as you gently ground your hips against his face. The room was filled with your combined moans as Miguel devoured your juices with a gutteral groan.

"Fuck, you taste so good," Miguel sighed before gently thrusting deeper inside your cunny. You gasped and gripped his hair as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you.

"M-Miguel!" you mewled as you practically rode his face. The tension in your lower belly began to slowly build with each grind of your hips and thrust of his sculpted digits.

"Mmm baby," your love grunted as he eagerly lapped along your slit. You whined as you felt him curl his fingertips along your spongey g-spot. Your toes curled as stars danced in your vision.

"M-Miguel, oh my God, I-I'm gonna-" you gasped as he shoved his tongue inside your cunt along with his fingers, the feeling of being stuffed enough to finally make the cord in your lower belly snap. You screamed as your walls clamped down on his fingers and tongue, a white ring of cream painting his digits as your body quaked with pleasure.

"O-Oh, oh my god," you said breathlessly as your hips were glued to his face. Miguel's eyes rolled back as he drank your sweet nectar, his tongue hungrily swiping inside your pulsing cunt. Your knuckles were white as you tightly bunched his hair between your fingers, the pleasure lapping at you like gentle waves in the sea. You slowly blinked your eyes open as tears gently fell down your cheeks. Miguel cooed.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" he murmured and gently cupped your hip. You swallowed thickly as you gazed into his warm, brown eyes.

"I-I just...it felt so good. I've never come like that before," you confessed breathlessly. A small smile crept onto his face as he kissed the inside of your thigh. You squealed as Miguel lapped at your drenched pussy one last time before planting a sloppy kiss on your clit.

"You deserve to feel that good, every day, every second," Miguel panted as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your slick walls. You shuddered at the emptiness that filled your gaping sex as his digits left with a slick "pop". You panted heavily as you watched him get on his knees, his heavy cock straining against his pants.

"See what you do to me, baby?" he purred and gently took your hand, placing it over his dick. Your eyes widened as you felt how warm and thick it felt, your mouth watering as you found yourself yearning for a taste. Miguel chuckled as his eyes twinkled. "Ah, ah - not yet. Tonight, I want to spoil you, mi ángel," your love softly chastised you as he unbuckled his belt [my angel]. Your hand remained on his clothed cock as he slowly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, a dark spot of precum already leaking through the crotch of his briefs as you swallowed thickly.

"M-Miguel...I don't know if-if..." you sucked in a sharp breath as your voice trailed off. Miguel adjusted himself on the bed as he gently cupped your cheek.

"Honey, if you don't feel comfortable, we can always try some other time," he said softly and kissed your lips. The sweet taste of yourself lingered on his lips and tongue as the two of you embraced. Miguel soon pulled back and sighed.

"N-No, it's not that, it's just-" you cut yourself off again and sighed, picking at a section of the ruffled bedsheets. Miguel tilted his head as he patiently waited for you to continue, this large thumb stroking your soft cheek. You sighed. "Are you sure you don't look down on me for having no experience?" you asked. His eyes softened as his hands traveled from your face to your hands.

"Oh, sweetheart, I would never look down on you for that," he whispered and gently kissed your cheek. "You're such an incredible person, experience or no experience," Miguel praised and tucked some hair behind your ear. You smiled as you gazed into his pools of hickory. Miguel chuckled softly as you leaned forward and captured his lips in a sweet kiss. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders while he gently rubbed his hips. His smile widened as you pushed him back, his heavy body falling against the mattress as your lips continued to dance.

You squealed as he hugged your hips with his massive palms, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Love all the little sounds you make, mi amor," Miguel purred as he slid his hands to cup your ass. You gasped and blushed as you felt him tenderly squeeze your supple cheeks.

"M-Miguel," you mewled and arched your back, your slick pussy grazing over his barely clothed cock. Miguel groaned as pure desire danced in the light of his eyes.

"Por fa, conejita," your lover rumbled as he slowly ground his hips against yours. Your eyes nearly fluttered shut as you felt the steady drag of his erection against your sensitive sex.

"Miguel...I'm yours. All yours," you moaned.

That was it for him.

You gasped as he gently moved you onto your back again, your legs falling open as your throat grew tight. Miguel sighed deeply as he pulled his boxers down his taut, muscular thighs. Your jaw dropped as his cock sprang free, his cherry-red tip weeping with thick beads of precum while his veiny shaft twitched.

"God, you have no idea how long I've waited for this moment," he growled as he reached into his nightstand. Your heart fluttered at the sound of the condom packet crinkling between his fingers, a bottle of lube in his other hand. Your eyes lit up as he snatched it between his teeth, his gaze locked with yours as he ripped the top off and spat it to the side.

"Mi vida..." Miguel groaned as he rolled the condom onto his heavy cock [My life]. Your walls pulsed in anticipation as your breath hitched.

"Miguel, p-please - I need you," you whined and gently moved your hips forward. His lips curved into a small grin as he chuckled softly.

"I'm here, ángel. Just give me a second," your boyfriend said as he popped open the bottle of lube. You looked up at him with your sparkling eyes as you made your bottom lip quiver ever so slightly. Miguel clicked his tongue. "Ah, don't give me that look," he warned playfully. You squirmed and ran your fingertips down his broad chest.

"Miguel, por fa: te necesito dentro de mi," you purred and gently cupped his balls with your warm palm [Miguel, please: I need you inside me]. Miguel's eyes rolled back as he groaned.

"N-No es justo. Estas j-jugando sucia," Miguel moaned as you gently squeezed his plump testicles [It's not fair. You're playing dirty]. You gave him a tiny smirk as you rubbed his sac with your palm, relishing in the low rumble that escaped from his throat.

"¿Por fa...Papi?" you purred [Please...Daddy?]. Your eyes widened at the feral groan that escaped Miguel's parted lips as he bucked his hips against your fingers. His hot breath cascaded over your face as he cupped the back of your thighs with his hands, his brows scrunched together as he positioned himself against your aching entrance. You moaned as he slowly smeared some lube on your already slick folds, the cold wetness sending a shiver through your body.

"(Y/N), once we do this, there's no turning back," he panted heavily. You swallowed thickly as you moved your hands to rest on his biceps, your gaze soft as you looked into his deep, brown eyes.

"I know, Miguel...but I trust you. You're the only one I want to do this with," you reassured him with a gentle whisper. Miguel's expression softened before he sucked in a sharp breath. You smiled as he dipped his head down and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

"You're so perfect," he grinned gently as he slowly pushed his hips forward. A small gasp left you as you felt the tight ring of your entrance split apart, a mix of pleasure mixed with a subtle sting ebbing through your core. "That's my girl - taking me so well. We're just gonna go slow for now, okay?" Miguel breathed with a slight shudder as he gently pressed his tip further inside you. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat as you gave a firm nod, tears pricking from the growing sensation in your tight sex.

"O-Okay," you managed to moan out as your thighs shook in his grasp. Miguel grinned against your cheek before he began to press soft, delicate kisses to your swollen lips.

"You're doing great, mi vida," Miguel purred lowly as he moved deeper inside your gummy walls.

"O-Oh shit," you gulped as you felt one of his veins drag along your sensitive flesh, your walls clenching around his dick in a delicious vice. Miguel moaned as his lips continued to pepper yours with sweet, slow embraces.

"Squeezing me so tightly, baby - I love it," he groaned. The two of you gasped as he fully filled your tight heat. You frowned when you looked between your two bodies.

"It...It didn't fit all the way," you said with a crack in your voice. Miguel tilted his head as he looked down as well before smiling softly.

"It's alright, sweetheart. It's your first time - I'm sure I'll fit with more practice," your love said with a playful wink. The warmth in your voice made your body go limp against the sheets as a soft moan escaped you. Miguel chuckled softly as he softly pecked your cheek. "Besides, you already feel perfect...just like this," he murmured lowly before giving the back of your thighs a cheeky squeeze. You squealed as your toes curled.

"Miguel," you blushed and squirmed beneath him, his cock twitching inside your core at the movement. Miguel hissed as your nails sank into his mocha skin as your walls fluttered around his shaft.

"Careful, conejita. I might come a little too soon," he teased with a lopsided grin. You chuckled quietly before you felt him slowly drag his hips back. Your jaw went slack as you felt his twitching cock massage your insides with a loud squelch, your core lit ablaze with sublime pleasure and pain. Your nails dug deep crescents into his muscular forearms as your moans mixed into a harmonious song.

"Are you feeling alright?" Miguel asked with a thick swallow, his cock still a quarter of the way inside your weeping cunt. You blinked as you looked into his eyes and parted your lips.

"Y-Yes, just feels s-so full, and stings a bit," you panted. Miguel nodded slowly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I know it's a lot, but that's why I want to take my time with you," he said, as if reassuring not only you, but himself as well. You gave him a small, gentle smile and nodded. Miguel took a shaky, deep breath as he slowly pushed himself back inside the warm, tight grasp of your pussy. You tilted your head back and moaned as he gently moved his hands from your thighs to your hips, grasping at your tender skin as the steady push and pull of his cock made your head spin.

The pain of the sting slowly melted into pleasure each time you felt his tip kiss your raw cervix.

"Oh my god, bebé," Miguel groaned against your lips as his hips began to move a little faster. "I swear, I could get drunk off the feeling of you," he grunted. Your eyes rolled back as your legs shook around him.

"F-Fuck Miguel!" you moaned as you felt his heavy balls wetly slap against the lewd concoction of lube and your warm slick. Your love rested his forehead against yours as the bedframe began to creak, the sound of skin slapping against skin making your walls tighten.

"Miguel, s-shit I'm close!" you cried out as your body trembled with unbridled bliss. Miguel tilted his head back as he squeezed your hips.

"Come for me, baby. Show Papi that gorgeous face you make when you come on his cock," he rumbled. Your heart nearly stopped as you felt your cunt clamp down on his girthy dick.

"Miguel!" you sobbed his name as you gushed around his length, your body shivering with pleasure as you wailed. You barely heard Miguel groan your name as he continued to pump his cock inside of you, the pace sending shockwaves through your sensitive, pulsing core.

"Oh, fuck," you said breathlessly as waves of euphoria washed over you. You hastily gripped Miguel's arms as he panted against your neck, his breath hot as it hit your goosebump-ridden skin.

"(Y-Y/N), fuck," he grunted gutturally as his pace began to grow more sloppy with each thrust. Your entire body shivered as you gripped onto Miguel like a lifeline, your mind swimming in a haze of ecstasy.

"Miguel," you cooed softly as you gazed at his face wrought with pleasure. Miguel growled at the sound of his name falling from your lips as he slammed his hips down one last time. A sharp, deep groan rose from his throat as he stiffened above you.

"Oh my God," your lover moaned as his cock throbbed deep inside your core. You arched your back as you felt his cum flood the thin layer of latex between your bodies, a primal part deep inside of you wishing that he would've filled you up with his thick seed. Eventually, Miguel's breathing began to steady as he slowly blinked his eyes open again. He swallowed before gently cupping your cheek.

"Are-Are you okay? I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked tenderly. You smiled and shook your head.

"No, no it was...it was perfect," you said and gently kissed the side of his hand. Miguel's expression softened at the feeling of your warm lips pressed against his hand, a gentle smile crossing his features.

"You're perfect," he murmured softly. You squealed as he scooped you into his arms, his cock still snug inside of your dripping cunt as he nuzzled his face into your neck. His body curved over yours as he spooned you in his bed, your feet intertwined as his lips ghosted over your pulse.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," he whispered softly as his hand moved over your stomach [I love you so much, my life]. You smiled softly, closing your eyes as you soaked in the warmth of his body and sweet words.

"Te amo mucho, mi amor," you murmured in the sanctuary of his burly arms [I love you so much, my love].

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𓄹. ⋮ ❀ lowercase intended. this is only a work of fiction and does not follow any canon events. however, buddha is still a god and you are a gn!demigod who also resides in valhalla. word dump, unedited brain rot. reblogs are much appreciated! ‹𝟹

the way he proposed was not grand, and it didn't need to be. all that mattered was you and him.

it was almost sunset and you were both sitting under this huge tree. there was a calm breeze surrounding the two of you as you close your eyes and bask in the gentle sunlight like what you usually do when you feel happy and content. buddha knows this all too well.

he smiles at the sight of it. 'you look the most beautiful when you're like this: happy and at peace beside me.' he thinks to himself with a smile plastered on his face.

when he finally found the courage to speak his mind, he blurts it out, plain and simple, short and sweet, as they say. “will you marry me?”

you were taken aback for a second. face painted with a shocked expression, but it quickly turns into adoration as you see that his ears have turned slightly pink, and his twiddling fingers don't go unnoticed either. though his face hides the embarrassment pretty well, his adam's apple bobbing gave it away. “the great buddha-sama.. is asking me to marry him? perhaps i heard wrong—mhm yes i must have heard it wrong. could you repeat that for me, please?”

you said in a chaffing manner. he only lets out a hearty laugh and looks away, shaking his head at your teasing demeanor. but he wasn't mad or anything, in fact he felt more calm than earlier. it was one of the things he liked about you: how carefree, jolly, and lighthearted you were, and how he can easily feel at ease when you're around; how you effortlessly make him fall for you over and over again.

“i'm serious, y/n.” he says in a serious yet playful tone, voice deeper with a knowing smirk on his face. his hand cups your cheek and makes you look at him. slowly, he leans in closer to the point where if you even take a single breath in, he might end up getting sucked in closer and his lips would inevitably find their way on top of yours.

his ministrations ended up getting you flustered this time around, but you have no complaints. he gives emphasis on every word before softly pressing his forehead against yours and gently rubbing your nose with his. “will—you—marry—me?”

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[kanbockoida]

Third time’s the charm.

Lucifer x fem!Reader x Adam

Warnings: none

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Who would have known that getting to know the person you’ll be getting married to is such an exhilarating experience? All was well ever since Y/N was created. They both agreed to take it slow, step by step to get to know each other. Everything felt so natural.. so right.

Adam actually put effort into everything he did for her, building trust on every occasion just so he could call her his girlfriend. That fateful day had come rather quickly, yet it didn’t run down how he had planned. A sweet dinner date in a comfortable restaurant, nothing too extravagant, just two souls coming together. He had planned to ask her out by the end of the date, a whole small speech prepared..

What he didn’t expect was for Y/N to take the initiative of confessing to him, putting her whole heart into each little word that she said to him. She took hold of his hands, a gentle yet nervous smile stretching itself across the angel’s face. “I know that I was made for you, but you said that I had a choice in this matter. These past few months have been so wonderful and there is nothing else I could possibly wish for. I know I haven’t known you for long, nor have I been alive for a long time.. But what I do know is that I care for you from the bottom of my heart. I want to spend my life with you, Adam..”

Her words were soft and so sincere, how could anyone ever say no? She took a moment to compose herself, growing a little nervous herself. Reddened cheeks and glistening eyes.. Adam was head over heels for that woman, he was sure of it. A part of him however thought all of this was a dream, so lightly biting the inside of his cheek felt like a good idea at the time. After a few moments, those words finally hit him which caused his heart to skip multiple beats.

He felt.. happy. Despite Y/N taking his opportunity, he felt the purest form of joy. Finally having gathered what he wanted to say. Having been alone for such a long time did some things to him. He wasn’t as prideful as before. He still was, but he’s not being a complete dick about it. Still holding her soft hands in his, he gave them a soft squeeze. “Spending the rest of eternity with you sounds like a blessing to me.”

The rest of the night went by wonderfully, ending it with a gentle kiss initiated by Adam himself. Just before they parted ways for the night, the first man pulled the woman into a tender hug, one of his hands holding her waist as the other so lovingly caressed her cheek. Y/N could only smile, snaking her arms around the back of his neck.

“What did you enjoy the most today, little flower?” His voice was smooth, gentle.. and yet so vulnerable at the same time, wings shuddering as he felt her arms around him.

“Getting to fall in love with you, my heart.”

Leaning in slowly, he closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a tender, tentative kiss.Time seemed to stand still as they melted into each other, the world around them fading away until there was nothing left but the sensation of their lips moving together in perfect harmony. In that moment, all of their doubts and fears melted away, replaced by a feeling of pure bliss and contentment.

To them it seemed as if they were the only two beings in the entire universe, even after they broke away to gaze into each other’s eyes lovingly.

“I’ll.. see you tomorrow?” His voice was shaky, face red from their first kiss.

"Definitely.” She replied, placing one last kiss upon his lips as a good night.

Ever since that fateful night their love had only blossomed, and Adam had finally found the courage to take his beloved onto another date.. a lovely date on a beach underneath the starry sky. During that date however, he had planned something big. An act that will finally consider them as one.

The beach was a canvas painted with the ethereal glow of the moon, its radiance bathing the sand in a celestial embrace. Adam and Y/N walked hand in hand, their souls entwined amidst the symphony of the night—the whispering sea, the rustle of palm trees, and the enchanting melody of the stars, Adam's heart raced with anticipation as he led Y/N to a secluded alcove, where the moon cast its spotlight upon the ocean's edge, igniting the scene with a fiery passion. With each step, his love for Y/N burned brighter, a flame that threatened to consume him in the most beautiful way possible. "Y/N," Adam's voice trembled with raw emotion as he turned to face her, his eyes ablaze with a love that knew no bounds. "In your presence, every moment feels like a dream—a dream I never want to wake from." He dropped to one knee, the sand beneath him a sacred altar upon which he would lay bare his heart. "My love, you are the fire that warms my soul, the light that guides my path. With you, I have discovered a love so pure, so profound, it defies the limits of this world." Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she beheld the passion in Adam's eyes, her heart racing in harmony with his. "Adam..." she whispered, her voice a soft melody that stirred his very core. "Tonight, under this mesmerizing sky, I ask you this," Adam's voice resonated with an intensity that echoed across the expanse of the universe. "Will you be my partner in adventure, my confidante in darkness, and my beacon of light in times of joy? Will you marry me, and embark on a journey of passion, love, and boundless devotion?"

A single tear trailed down the woman's cheek as she gazed into Adam's soul, her heart bursting with the magnitude of their love. "Yes, Adam," she declared, her voice a symphony of passion and desire. "A thousand times yes!"

With trembling hands, Adam slipped the ring onto Y/N's finger, a symbol of their unbreakable bond forged in the fires of passion and sealed beneath the radiant gaze of the moon. And as they embraced amidst the celestial splendor, their love blazed brighter than the stars themselves, a testament to the timeless power of a love that knows no bounds. Two hearts have become one and the same.

As the years went by, Adam and Y/N were basically one. The years went by rather quickly, sharing secrets along the way. Somewhere in the two thousand year mark, Adam had revealed what his job was, explaining the reason for the exterminations and so on. To his surprise, Y/N didn’t overreact. Sure, she was shocked that heaven would do something like that, but that was about it. Some thought it was crazy how such a woman could love a man like Adam, but her response was always the same. “He’s cute and makes me laugh.” There’s no other explanation needed.

Slowly but surely, doing nothing but being Adam’s darling wife bored the living daylights out of her. Sure, Y/N loved her husband more than life itself, but she wanted to do something. It took some convincing to make Adam agree as to why she wanted to work. Her darling husband however was weak when it came to her, so he agreed rather quickly with only one condition. Y/N had to work in the same department, so to say. The following day Adam had kept his promise, talking to the head Seraphim to get his wife some work to do. Her job was to handle the paperwork of the exterminations, which is a lot more than one might think. Adam was pouty the whole way home, but with a little bit of loving all was well not even a few minutes later. The couple enjoyed the rest of their night together, whispering sweet nothings to one another, which resulted in them falling asleep in each other’s arms. There is nothing that could ruin their happy life.

[dance-on-the-moonlight]

Too late

Y/N was in love with Charles for as long as she can remember, her mind whirled with thoughts trying to pinpoint the moment. But the more she thinks about it, it seems as it was always there. The love she had for him, the love she wanted to give only to him. She didn't mind that it was one-sided, she felt content with only having him close to her, at least as a friend.

She let it hurt when she saw him with other girls. Watching with glassy eyes and longing in her heart as he'd leave gentle kisses on their foreheads, wrapping a possessive hand around their waist, subtle smiles throughout the day.

She told herself she could stop loving him any day. Even when she'd lay in her bed, with her eyes closed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she imagines that the sung warming the side of her face was his gentle hand caressing her cheek. And if she breathed deep enough she'd smell his aftershave.

But in the end, when the sun would dissapear so would the warmth, she'd open her eyes, eyelashes wet from a few stray tears that managed to escape. She'd hug her body tight enough to feel some resemblance of a comforting hug.

It took some time for her friends to notice what's going on. And they were adamant on helping her to mend her broken heart. And as much as she didn't want to, she knew he'd never love her back. So she let them set her up with other people, blind and double dates was how she spent most of her time.

At first, she did it, thinking maybe if she did go and see other people, maybe, just maybe, Charles would feel just a bit of what she felt when she'd see him with others. But instead, she'd only get encouraging words, and (what he thought) was helpful advice. The advice was anything but helpful when she tried to do anything to stop her dates from wanting more.

Eventually she grew tired of it; of herself, really. Pinning after someone for so long, it didn't do her any good. So she went on these dates with new found confidence, a new purpose.

And she found someone, who left gentle kisses on her forehead, who put their hands around her waist. She found someone who didn't dissapear with the sun, someone who was still there when she'd open her eyes.

It was winter break, when she saw him after what felt months. She heard him first, really, he laughed at something his friend said. She whipped her head so fast in that direction, she thought she'd get whiplash.

The moment their eyes connected his smile slowly faded, he felt as if he saw a ghost from his past. He's not sure, but something like relife filled his chest when he saw he walking towards him and the smile mirrored her own; soft, unsure and nostalgic.

"Y/N..", he said it so quietly, she would thin kshe imagined it, if it weren't for the white puff of air that lingered behind. "Charles.", he would swear her voice sounded like angels.

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. Charles was struggling with what he would say, it felt so different seeing her again after so long. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he had so many opportunities but never enough courage. He searched for words that would be good enough, but they just slipped his mind.

"How have you been?", she asked with genuine interest, he could tell from the way her eyes squinted a bit, like she was searching for an answer. "I've been watching the races every weekend, it feels like this year is not the year...", her voice full of compassion and understanding.

His eyes trailed down her face and to the ground for a moment, before he licked his lips and looked to the side. "Yeah, you know... It's pretty much the same. The pressure is still here as is the drive." He rocked on his heel before bringing his gaze back to her. He could almost feel her gentle hands cupping his face as she said the same words she would always say when she would comfort him. "You were made to do amazing things, Charles. Your heart beats for them, don't let them take it away from you."

It beats for you, too.

He couldn't bring himself to say it to her. Not before, not now. Instead, he braley manages a quiet "I miss you...", he let's his gaze drop to the floor, again. "You know, around the paddock... And - and at home too."

Y/N waited for a moment before answering, because she knew her voice would betray her. She felt her throat tighten, from the guilt, she realized. Because she didn't miss it. She didn't miss those days where all she did was watch him, listen to him, long for him.

"Look, I - I have to go. I'm already running late. But uhh, it was good seeing you again.", she rasped. Charles squeezed his hands into fists inside his pockets. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, yeah, sure."

She stood there for a moment. Waiting for something. She wasn't sure what.

He could hear her boots turning, her steps fading slowly. He clenched his jaw before looking up. "Y/N!", he didn't manage to stop himself. She turned on her heel. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry.", for pushing you away, for never saying it, for letting you slip away.

This was what Y/N was waiting for. But it felt wrong, so, so wrong. "It wasn't your fault, Charles." And it wasn't, he's not the one who told her to love him, and she can't blame him for not loving her back.

"Was I good friend, at least?", he watched her smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "The best I ever had." And she didn't lie.

He nodded, once, twice. He wanted to say something else, just so he could hear her talk a bit more. As she stood there for a moment longer. She search through mind and heart for that feeling she would always get. The butterflies in her stomach, sweaty palms and light-headed mind. She wasn't sure if she felt relived or terrified when she realised - she didn't.

She felt calm, and her heart didn't skip a beat when he smiled. She smiled back. "I hope I'll see you again." she took a step back. "Goodbye, Charles." she gave a small wave before turning around. Content and ready for the next chapter in her life, without him.

He watched her leave, fresh snow falling and getting caught in her hair. He wanted to reach out for her, to call her name again. And he almost did, he took a step towards her, but firm hand stopped him.

A quick glance at his friend and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He opens his mouth, but the words couldn't leave. He could feel the snow melting on his tear-smeared face. "I know, Charles. I know.", His friend said, as he let his heartbroken friend cry on his shoulder as he watched her leave.

–

[diagonal-queen]

can i request first kiss with tetcho and anyone else you want? ^^

yes you certainly can my love!!

Their first kiss with you

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Atsushi Nakajima, Oda Sakunosuke, Lucy Montgomery x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: Your first kiss with them!

♡ cw: Very slight implications of NSFW in Tecchou's part, but otherwise pure fluff :)

note: Well, this took far too long. I'm sorry anon T-T fortunately I am starting to catch up with most of my reqs, so hopefully I'll be able to open reqs again soon! (for clarification I'm currently completing ones I received before closing my requests) Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

Offbeat as he is, he's secretly so serious about it. He's crazy adamant on not messing this moment up lol

He initially intended to make it fun and fancy, like take you out to some restaurant and make it all romantic (that's probably what the other Hunting Dogs suggested), but in reality you're both just sitting on the couch at your place together playing video games and eating pizza and other random snacks

Your relationship was progressing steadily but Tecchou wanted to make the next big move, so he wanted to kiss you while he was spending the night with you (and possibly do other things idk)

You guys were currently watching a movie (it can be whatever film you want) and Tecchou just keeps thinking about kissing you. He's even more aloof than usual and you do eventually notice it.

When you decide to ask him if something's wrong, he turns to you and asks "Is it alright if I kiss you?" Tecchou's always been a very direct person after all!

You pause out of shock for a second or two, but you quickly tell him that you'd be more than happy if he kissed you.

So, Tecchou does kiss you after gently caressing your cheek. He's a surprisingly soft and gentle kisser. You two end up making out for a while and ignoring the movie lol

Perhaps the casual staying-in date was a better setting for your first kiss with him after all ^-^

Atsushi:

You've never seen him so nervous in your life

Throughout your whole date you were already aware that he was planning to end it with your first kiss (poor thing is too obvious) but you didn't say anything because you didn't wanna embarrass him.

He tries to keep the mood at ease but he's just so clearly trying to build up his courage to do it so it's kinda hard to be normal with him without giving away the fact that you're in the know.

The date is the two of you going out to eat one evening (perhaps at a diner of some sort), and then wandering around the port together and admiring the environment (city lights are quite romantic, after all)

You two are sitting at a bench near the sea, it's comfortably quiet between the two of you, but you know Atsushi is still trying to figure out how to approach this

Eventually you decide enough is enough and just do it for him. You grab his attention, pull him in and kiss him. He short circuits and when you pull away is speechless, and his face is also so pink. It's honestly super cute

But when you kiss him again he's less shocked, and so he kisses back. And, what do you know, he's great at it! If you could, you would make out with Atsushi for hours.

"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time," he breathes, after you two pull apart for air. And that's hot, my friends. Only cowards would deny it 😌

Oda:

You two usually spent your dates in places that most people wouldn't really consider romantic (eg. Bar Lupin, just strolling through the danker streets of Yokohama, sitting in your car in a parking lot somewhere (it's an aesthetic guys))

On these dates you two tend to have conversations about life, philosophy, literature and other stuff like that.

You and Oda are sitting side by side, and he's watching you with this lovestruck look on his face while you're talking about something you're passionate about.

When you notice, you ask him what the matter is, to which he simply smiles and tells you that you look adorable.

As if that wasn't enough he then adds "To be honest, I'd really like to kiss you." Cue your short circuiting, and Odasaku's chuckling while he watches this.

Eventually though you tell him that you really wouldn't mind that, and so he slowly leans in and presses his lips to yours. Afterwards he tells you that you taste sweeter than he could have imagined, and he'll also kiss your hand like the gentleman he is

Whether or not you continue really depends whether or not you're in private or public, so you can either go back to talking or you can just make out with him (he's more than happy to do both)

On the surface your first kiss with Oda seems casual enough but you're both reeling with butterflies afterwards (help I want him so bad)

Lucy:

She kinda drags it out for a while. Lucy really wants to kiss you, but she's too afraid to admit that to you, but she also doesn't wanna kiss you out of nowhere because that's rude. She doesn't know what to do

You and Lucy would have super cute dates- cafe visits, walks in the park, classic romantic stuff. She's very cute and old school like that

This particular date is a picnic, like on a summer afternoon in the park. Often Lucy is a bit of a chatterbox and loves to converse with you but today she's a little quiet.

You ask her if she's alright because she's also eating less than normal, and with a blush she insists that she's fine and tells you to enjoy yourself.

You try to brush it off and the date continues all fine and well, but when comes the time to eat the cake that she brought, she offers to feed it to you. She's so clearly nervous while doing this, even though it's not the first time she's fed you

Once you both finish eating she takes a breath and finally blurts out "Can I kiss you?"

When it clicks that this is why she's been nervous the whole time you start laughing and she gets mad at you (though she's just a little embarrassed is all)

You tell her that of course she can kiss you, and so she does (with a huge blush on her face lol). And she tastes like strawberries <3

man it's been so long since i kissed someone...or had physical contact with another human being in any capacity...i'm not coping well guys T-T

[moonspirit]

Hi, Moon!!

What about Annie's favorite spots on Armin? How much does she like the sounds he makes when she touches certain parts of his body? Does she ever get to pay him back for teasing her so much? Apart from kicking him out of the bed that one time Gaby and Falco interupted? 🤭

Akwnsjshdgwiwjsb I'VE BEEN WAITING TO TALK ABOUT THIS, THANK YOU ANON!!!!

I know I always talk about Annie being hypersensitive and what Armin likes on her body, but the reverse!!! Is also!!! Sooooooo good to think about!

[N/SFW]

Annie has a terrible Armin kink, this much is plain as day from the get go - being around him makes her horny. Whether it's his gentle voice or his sweet smile or his soft laughter, it's enough to get Annie needy. And while she knows he really enjoys those little mind games he plays with her, she too, really enjoys exploring his body and the resulting noises he makes.

You see, she's found that Armin's neck is a dangerous attraction. From the jawline and below, just the expanse of skin along his throat and shoulder makes her hungry. It's incredibly satisfying to paint them hot with hickeys and bite-marks, picking up on the vibrations of his hums and low breaths with her lips pressed around his Adam's apple, sucking and kissing and nibbling. Sometimes he half-laughs because he's ticklish and the way his voice sounds goes straight to the softness between her legs.

Annie loves his arms and shoulders because they're different from what she remembers; now they hold her fully and so close, hide her within his frame, and pin down her body when he wants to. She loves to leave scratches at the nape of his neck and drag them down his arms until all her ecstasy is drawn over his limbs like a map of her love.

His waist is next, and by GOD does it turn her on. It doesn't matter when really; he could be naked or dressed in those sinfully attractive trousers hugging his slim lines with a belt and seeing it is all it takes for heat to pool in her belly. Most of the time Armin isn't even aware of what he does to her, but that waist of his--that fucking waist--makes her want to toss him into bed and get him to fuck her senseless - and if he's too slow, then she'll fuck him senseless - either way, she'll have that waist between her legs, pressed hard in an unrelenting rhythm to her satisfaction.

Fingers, lap, his back, his lips... Annie loves them all just as much too. And Armin, you know, he's a vocal man. He sighs so beautifully for her. Long and slow, the hint of a raw edge at the end where the sigh peters off into a breath. He calls her name, "Annie," so airily. He throws his head back, swallows, that bob in his throat so sexy, and groans. When they're fucking, so deep inside a molten hot place, his voice is shaky and coarse and breathy and deeper than usual. Annie loves listening to all the noises he makes - the elation that he feels so good because of her is an emotion unparalleled to any other.

And Annie, you know, is very shy at the beginning but how long do you think it takes for her courage to kick in and take charge? She does pay him back double, anon, for all the teasing he's inflicted on her (And then he pays her back triple, it's a losing game for her tbh xD)

As for the last bit of your question which I'm assuming is VBEOW related, all I can say is, please wait and see xD

[vampcubus]

h-have you seen those shots where they splash water in ur face and then slap u on tiktok? 😳 y-yeah… that with modern!kyojuro.

You hop onto the bar’s edge in front of the blond stranger that had drunkenly introduced himself as Kyojuro. You were nursing a plastic cup of water you were still hyping yourself up to splash into his face.

Kyojuro had all but talked your ear off from the other side of the bar as you mixed drinks, but he went dead silent when he saw you deliver a mighty slap to a man to his right. When questioned, you sheepishly explained that it was a unique type of drink customers could order.

He hid his interest behind flirtatious banter until he mustered up the courage to ask for one of these “slapshots” himself.

Which brings you back to your current predicament.

You test your hand against his cheek, preparing for the blow. You couldn’t help but crumple under his honey-colored gaze. He was looking up at you like a golden retriever would, smiling widely and eyes all shiny like there wasn’t a thought behind them. Like he was just happy to be there.

“I can’t hit you when you look at me like that,” you whined, leaning forward with a hand on his shoulder to gather yourself.

“Like what?” he asks, brows creased in concern and your heart squeezes even more.

“Like a puppy! how am I supposed to slap you?” Another part of it might have been the fact that this man was devastatingly gorgeous, and the thought of marring such a pretty face caused you physical pain.

“I assure you I can handle it!” he shouts, arms crossed over his chest proudly. He draws your hand back against his hot cheek. When did the blush get there? “So please, give me your best!”

You put on a determined face and wind back your open palm. Kyojuro resists the urge to squint his eyes shut, though his body tenses up in anticipation.

“You have to drink the shot first, Kyojuro.” you remind him with a chuckle.

“O-oh, right! Shot first then slap- alright I got it!” he downs the shot without a problem, and you do your best to ignore the way his Adam's apple bobs with the motion, already pitifully attracted to this beautiful stranger's enthusiasm.

You’d likely never see him again after all, and that thought alone wills you to suck in a breath and continue.

You release your breath at the same time you splash the water in his face and strike him so hard across the face your hand stings after, a loud resounding slap filling the crowded bar.

The force of the blow jerks his head to the side but his cock throbs in his pants, a confusing mix of pleasure and pain washing over him. He stares open-mouthed at nothing for a moment until soft fingers under his chin draw his gaze back to yours. It's a gentle touch you wouldn't spare for other customers, but nothing about this interaction was professional anymore, so why not?

Your cool fingertips smooth over the red welt forming where you struck him, a glance downward confirming your suspicions that he was sporting quite the tent in his pants.

"Even with a welt like that, you're stunning. It's really not fair." You don't mean to say that out loud, but the shiver you receive and the fluttering of his dewy blond eyelashes make it oh-so worth it.

He’s looking up at you with a dark blush and half-lidded golden eyes, that ring of carmine bleeding further into his iris as his pupils dilate.

His reaction makes you curious. Makes you wonder how else you could make him squirm, what pretty noises and faces he would make. Maybe he’d even let you slap him around some more as you bounced on his-

“Another!” He exclaims, startling you as he slaps a bill onto the counter.

[roohuh]

“For you…anything”

Part 1/2 of chapter 9 of the Obliviate Series

Ominis x mc

Summary: injured from your battle with the Acromantula you seek refuge in the Undercroft where Ominis finds you

Warnings: 18+ it is slightly spicy 🌶️

Curses roll from your lips as you lay down on blankets in the Undercroft. Nursing your broken ribs you magically freeze a towel and place it on your side gingerly.

“Where did that thing come from” half sob closing your eyes as you layyour head back on a pillow. The sound of the gate opening causes your eyes to pop open. Ominis walks down and you hold your breath not wanting to talk to him like this.

“I heard you. No need to hide.” He sighs.

“I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting to see you down here.”

“Do you want me to leave?” He does not hide the hurt in his voice.

“No, it’s alright.” You try to sound cheerful. Sitting down next to you Ominis apologizes.

“I am sorry. It is not for me to decide what is important to you and what is not. Fighting the poachers is a noble cause almost as much as I worry about your safety I admire your courage.”

“ I fear we both have been letting our pride get the best of us today.” You admit. He laughs sourly before you continue.

“Ominis I do not know how I felt about you before but how I feel about you now, I...” You search for the word; love feeling too strong but like feeling not strong enough. Finally you decide to just kiss him. Pain shoots through your body as you lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. He freezes for a second then he returns the embrace tenderly kissing. He lets you lead and set the pace, afraid of scaring you away. Slowly laying back he pulls you on top of him, your lips never parting. The kiss becomes more passionate as he places his hands on your lower back. Your body is electrified by the touch you press into his body until his hand reaches the broken ribs.You yelp in pain and break the kiss resting your forehead against his shoulder gasping for breath.

“What is it?” Ominis questions in alarm

“My rib is broken.” You laugh ruffly. He gently sits you both up, keeping his hands on your arms.

“How?” His voice is gentle and concerned.

“To be honest with you I am not sure how it happened. After our fight I flew my broom to a hill south of the castle to cool off and on my walk back a massive Acromantula attacked me. It came out of nowhere and got me good before I realized what was happening.” Frowning Ominis pulls his wand out and holds it over your side.

“May I?” He asks softly.

“Please do.” Pulling your shirt out of your skirt his hands gently slide under the garment to touch your stomach slowly working their way up your side until they find the injury. You flush at the contact shifting nervously.

“Brackium Emendo.” He utters. Your bones slowly fuse back together. The whole time he keeps his hand on your side feeling the process making sure you are fully healed before he pulls away.

“Ominis that was brilliant! Thank you.” Amazement ringing in your voice. You take your first full breath. You have been able to breathe since the spider hit you.

“I had to learn that last year after you and Sebastian managed to break your leg exploring a cave in the forest.” You start to giggle.

“I should have guessed you healed that. I was so adamant no one would tell any professor.” Ominis sighs and reaches for your hand.

“I promised you that day I would always be there to heal you. And I intend on keeping that promise.” Your eyes meet his almost luminicient gaze.

“I will hold you to that promise.” You whisper. Reaching up he grabs your chin drawing your face to his.

“For you.” He softly kisses your lips “anything.”

Find Part 2/2 here!

[firstdeerwife]

Pairing: Adam x Eve

C.12

𝓢𝓮𝓽𝓱

Seth walked among the lush trees of the garden, feeling the weight of his parents' protection as a burden on his shoulders.

For as long as he could remember, his parents had surrounded him with a care that, though born of love, felt suffocating.

He didn’t understand why his life was so shrouded in silence and mystery.

The murmurs about his family were like dry leaves, always present, but crunching underfoot without revealing their true origin.

He knew he had brothers, but their names were spoken as if they were forbidden words. "Cain" and "Abel" were two figures wrapped in shadows, almost like legends floating in his mind.

Adam and Eve rarely mentioned their other children, but when they did, their eyes filled with deep sadness, and they quickly changed the subject.

Seth had learned not to ask, to accept his parents' overprotection as an inevitable fact, though he couldn’t help but feel incomplete, as if a part of him was missing, lost in a past that had been denied to him.

His days passed in an unsettling peace. Adam taught him to cultivate the land, and Eve showed him the secrets of plants and animals.

But there was an invisible distance between them, a barrier erected by pain and fear that Seth could not cross.

One afternoon, while helping his father gather fruit, Seth summoned the courage to ask the question he had been holding in his heart for so long.

"Father, what happened to my brothers?"

The silence that followed was almost deafening. Adam stopped what he was doing, and for a moment, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

Finally, he looked up at Seth, his eyes reflecting the weight of a thousand memories.

"Seth, there are things that are better left unknown..."

Adam responded, trying to avoid the subject.

"But I am their brother," Seth insisted.

"I have the right to know."

Eve, who had been listening quietly, approached and took her son's hand. Her touch was gentle, but her words were firm.

"Seth, we protect you because we love you. What happened with Cain and Abel cannot be changed, but you are here with us. You are our comfort and our hope."

Seth felt a lump in his throat. The anguish in his mother's eyes told him that there was something terrible behind that silence, something his parents desperately wanted to forget.

But curiosity burned within him like an unquenchable fire.

"I don’t want to live in the shadow of something I don’t understand," he responded with determination, surprising his parents.

Adam sighed, knowing he couldn’t keep hiding the truth forever. He knelt in front of Seth, looking him in the eyes.

"Cain was our firstborn, and Abel, your second brother. Cain committed a terrible act, and Abel... Abel died because of it."

Adam paused to take a deep breath.

"That’s why we protect you so much, Seth. We don���t want the evil that destroyed our other children to touch your life."

Seth remained silent, trying to grasp the magnitude of what he had just heard.

The image of his brothers, once nebulous, began to take shape in his mind, but instead of answers, it only left him with more questions.

"I don’t want to be just a shadow of what they were," he finally said, looking at his parents.

"I want to be myself."

Eve embraced him, her heart torn between fear and pride. She knew she couldn’t keep Seth in a bubble of protection forever.

He would have to learn to walk his own path, just as Cain and Abel did, even if the outcome was uncertain.

Adam, still kneeling, bowed his head in acceptance.

The time had come to let Seth grow, to allow him to forge his own destiny, even if it meant facing the painful truths that his family had tried to hide.

As the sun began to descend on the horizon, Seth felt something within him change.

It was more than the revelation of his past; it was the first step toward a life where he would be known for who he was, not for what others had done before him.

[cowgurrrl]

Please Leave a Light on When You Go

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Author’s note: Just a quick something

Summary: “I was a girl gulping a woman’s grief.” - Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name” [1.3k]

The moment you step through Mrs. Carmichael's door with bruised scratches on your face, Jane runs into your arms and collides with your sore body. She smells like pine soap and Mrs. Carmichael's apartment. You feel like you could collapse into her but don't let your knees buckle. Without hesitation, she looks behind you and gives you a confused look. "Where's Adam?" She asks.

"Let's get you home," you say as you scoop her backpack off the kitchen table. Mrs. Carmichael watches you sadly, but you try not to look at them for too long; otherwise, you'll break. You dig the apartment key out of your pocket and hand it to Jane. "Why don't you go put your stuff away, and I'll be right there, okay? Can you say 'thank you' to Mrs. Carmichael for watching you?"

"Thank you," Jane says as she moves past you and down the hallway. You watch her slide the key into the lock and push the door open until she's safe in the apartment. You tear your gaze away from the door that suddenly feels too scary to walk through. All his stuff is still there, exactly like he left it. You're pretty sure his unwashed coffee mug is still on the bedside table. You swallow around the lump of bile in your throat as you look at Mrs. Carmichael.

"Thank you for watching her for so long. I can, uh… I can repay you for whatever food she ate and whatever else. I know it's not fun getting stuck with someone else's kid for that long." You say, but she shakes her head.

"She can come over whenever she needs to for as long as she needs, and I told her that." She says.

"You really don't have to do that."

"I want to," she stands her ground in that gentle yet firm tone. You try to smile at her as you walk away, but she catches your elbow. "Are you okay, baby? You look like you've been through the wringer." She says, and you chuckle.

"Yeah, something like that. I'm alright. Just sore." You shrug her motherly hand off your arm, but she lingers nearby. She saw you and Adam leave together yesterday. Now, she only sees you. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened.

"He was a good man. Always brought me extra rations when I needed them. Never hurt a fly," she sighs as she stares at you. "I'm so sorry, honey."

"Thank you." Accepting condolences feels strange, and you're not sure what the right thing to say is, but she reaches out and squeezes you again. You figure you said more than enough. You turn and leave her and her condolences and watery eyes.

When you enter the apartment, it feels frozen in time. His book is on the dining table set with three chairs that will never be completely full ever again. His jacket is hung over the edge of the couch where Jane is sitting, and you know his clothes will still be piled in the corner when you enter your bedroom. Carefully, like you're walking hallowed ground, you walk over to Jane and sit next to her. You take her hand in both of yours and squeeze as you try to find the courage to tell her the only father figure she's ever known isn't coming home.

"Mommy?" She asks, and you hum in response. "Where's Adam?"

"You know how sometimes Adam helps me with work?" You ask, and she nods. "And you know how sometimes I get really hurt doing my job?"

"Like right now?" She asks, pointing to the scratches on your face.

"Yeah, like now," you say. "I was working with Adam, and we… got into some trouble, and we both got hurt. But Adam made sure I was safe and helped me because," your voice breaks and you wipe away a stray tear. "He was my partner, and you do that for people you love. But I couldn't help Adam. He got really, really sick, and he died."

"Did he get Infected?"

"Not completely. He was still him when he died," you say, and she nods as the weight of the information settles over her shoulders. "And I know things like this can be really sad and scary, so if you have any questions, you can ask me, and I'll do my best to answer them."

"Does your body hurt from being in trouble?" She asks, tracing a scabbed-over cut on your hand and avoiding your eyes.

"Yeah, it does, but it's okay. I'll be okay."

"Did dying hurt Adam?"

"Oh, sweetheart," you breathe. You wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into your chest. Partially to have her so close and partially to hide your tears from her. You kiss the top of her head and sniffle. "No, Adam didn't hurt. He just fell asleep. It didn't hurt him."

"You swear?" She asks, and you take a deep breath.

"On my life." You say. Those three words are enough to make her immediately start crying into you. You grieve together. You'll never have a grave or a memorial site for him, but you have this. You have crying together on the couch until your bodies start feeling like they could never produce another tear ever again. You have her, and she has you. That's not nothing.

You don't know how long you stay there, wrapped up in each other in mourning. It could've been minutes. It could've been hours. You just know that when exhaustion tugs on your eyelids, you can't find it in yourself to enter your bedroom. The bed will still be unmade and just a little too big without him in it. You can't face that. Not yet. So, you shift Jane in your arms like you did when she was an infant and let her lay on your chest. She snuggles into you and takes a shaky breath whenever you start playing with her hair, which always gets her to fall asleep.

"I really loved Adam." She whispers against your skin, and you have to fight the thick emotion in your throat before you can respond.

"I know, baby. Me too," you say. "But just because he's not alive anymore doesn't mean we can't still love him."

"But how will he know?"

"Because he always knew we loved him when he was alive. Why would it be different now?"

"I didn't tell him I loved him very much." She says, guilt lacing her voice. You kiss her temple and rub her back.

"Me neither," you sigh. "But when we had dance parties in the kitchen or ate breakfast together, there was a lot of love there, right?" You ask, and she nods. "Even though we didn't say it very often, he still knew. He'll always know." She falls silent, and you think she finally fell asleep, somewhat satisfied with your answer. You close your eyes and fight off memories of yellow eyes, bloody teeth marks, and single gunshots. The images feel heavy enough to weigh you down, drowning you until you have no air or strength left. You've lost people before but never like this. Never so suddenly, so traumatically.

"Mommy," Jane's little voice breaks you out of your spiral, and you look down at her. "I love you. I just wanted to tell you in case..." she trails off. You sit up and hold her face in your hands so she has no doubts about what you're about to tell her.

"I love you, too, and there's no way I'll ever forget you love me, okay? And I'm not going anywhere. Ever," you say it with so much determination that it shocks even you. "You are my little girl, and I am your mom. It's always gonna be us."

"Forever?" She asks.

"Forever," you confirm. "It's you and me, kid. Against the world."

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

14: “Please. Please don’t leave me. I need you.”

17: “Why can’t you understand that I don’t love you anymore?”

Tag: @motorcitygem

Themes: angst

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating

Word count (Copeland): 676

Word count (Cage): 742

So we have a two parter here! Copeland will be first, and then Cage. I’ve made this full of some wonderful angst (broke my heart in the process). You want sad? I give you the ✨sad✨

Happy reading 🖤

Link to masterlist

Copeland:

The house was quiet when you returned, almost too quiet. The tv wasn’t even on which was strange as Adam would have it on in the background while he did other things such as attempted cooking, or reading. Strangely enough he wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Adam, baby? I’m home, are you upstairs?” You called out, removing your coat and shoes by the door. No response.

‘That’s so weird’ you thought. Normally he’d, at the least, call out to you in acknowledgment that he heard you. But absolutely nothing! From upstairs floated a suspicious sound down to your ears. A sound that you heard in your nightmares. It was a faint noise but it was just loud enough for you to understand what it was; you could hear him crying hysterically. Rushing up the stairs and half falling over yourself, you got to your bedroom as quick as you possibly could, swinging open the door to see him sat on the edge of the bed.

His eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears, body shaking. When you walked closer to him, he didn’t even look up. He knew you were there but it looked like he was afraid of letting you see him in this state.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You tried to encourage him to look at you by gently lifting his chin with your cupped hand. But as soon as his eyes met yours he let out a strangled sob before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing his face into your tummy to avoid looking up again. Just hearing him cry was enough to shatter your heart, let alone hearing him sob. You rubbed your hands on his back in an effort to console him, whispering gentle words of comfort. It took a good five minutes before he had calmed down enough to explain why he was in such a state. And as he explained, the mood began to turn sour.

“I’m so so sorry, I should have told you sooner. It’s just…I thought it would be a one…one time thing but I just. I couldn’t help myself. I’ve slept with another woman…and we’d been talking for the last few weeks. I’m…I’m so sor-“

“Hold on, let me get this straight,” you interrupted, stepping away from his desperate arms, “you’ve been talking to some woman for weeks and you slept with her?!”

“Y-yes but-“

“And on top of that, you weren’t going to tell me that you’d been talking with this bitch until you realised ‘oh shit, I might actually lose my girlfriend of three. Fucking. Years.’ Did it ever occur to you at any point that I might find out? Whether it was in two weeks or two years, the truth was going to come out?”

“I mean…please, I can explain-“

“Nah, nah you don’t get to explain shit to me,” you spat out, “I think you’ve said enough today.”

You stormed out of the room, disbelief and heartbreak settling in with each step back down the stairs. The sobbing started back up, and the pleas began spilling out his lips: “Please! Please don’t leave me! I need you…”

You chose to ignore them as you pulled your shoes back on, yanking your coat off the hook. It hurt so bad to hear him break down and you barely had the courage to turn your head to face him, half hanging out the now open front door. He knelt on his knees near the entrance, babbling incoherently to you. The only thing you could make out was the repeated words of ‘please’ and ‘don’t go’.

“Go to hell.” Was all you said as you slammed the door and walked away from the life you both had built. As you walked down the street, unsure of where to go, the tears started. Was it the right decision? Should you have heard him out? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that in that moment you needed to be as far away from him as possible.

Cage:

It had been three weeks of hell since you and Christian split up. A massive part of you still needed him in your life. This wasn’t something you were ready to give up on. He had told you that he felt that your relationship had hit a natural end, that he just wanted to be friends. At least for a little while. What had kept you hanging on was that little comment he made before you departed from each other for the last time: “maybe one day…we could pick this up again. But for now I think this is it for us.”

You never realised you could miss someone so bad but here you were. It had been an hour since you texted him, asking if you two could talk. Preferably in person. You could see he had read the text and you assumed he was on his way. But as your phone buzzed in your hand, you realised that wasn’t going to happen. Instead he chose to call you. Feeling disappointment in your chest, you answered after a few rings. As you brought your phone up to your ear there was a moment of silence before you asked if he was coming, a part of you hoping he’d tell you he was nearly there with flowers and chocolates.

“Look…I know what you’re hoping for but I’m sorry. I’m not going to come and see you. Not right now.” He answered quietly, sadness and guilt lacing his tone. He felt bad as he didn’t want to hurt you, but he knew if he saw you then he might do something he’d regret later: he’d re-enter your relationship. And then he would have to break your heart all over again, because his feelings had not changed.

“Oh…I see. Christian listen. I…I just wanted to say that…”

“Don’t say it.” He interrupted, voice becoming sharp, “I know what you’re going to say, so please don’t say it.”

“No, I have to. It’s eating me alive, please-“

“You really don’t have to though. It’s not going to change how I feel, it’s not going to make it better. So it’s better if you don’t say it. Save yourself the heartbreak-“

“But I still love you!”

Silence. It didn’t even sound like he was breathing. For a moment you wondered if he had just hung up on you but there was no sound to signify that happening. Your mouth went dry as the realisation of what you had blurted out meant now. By doing this, you had managed to push him even further away. Deep down you knew this would hurt him so why you did it, you couldn’t say. Or justify for that matter.

“I’m…Christian I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“Why can’t you understand that I don’t love you anymore?!” He snapped, voice cracking on the other line. “You’re always doing shit like this where you go against what I say, even though I tell you not to do it! If you had fucking listened to me and left me alone, we wouldn’t be here! But no. You had me call you just to confess a known fact. Why? So you could hurt me? Is that it?”

“No, no Christian! It’s not like that!” You begged, “please don’t think that, I would never intentionally hurt you-“

“Oh no, sure! Not intentionally! You only have good intentions for me, don’t you?! But I can’t get mad at you for saying you still ‘love me’ because you didn’t mean to hurt me!”

He went silent, breathing hard. Something he would do when he would try to calm down during arguments. You could imagine him rubbing his forehead with his eyes clenched shut as he tried to regain composure. He hated getting angry and arguing but…you deserved it. You knew you did.

“Christian…” you started but decided against continuing. Perhaps it was best you just left him instead of trying to keep talking to him tonight. But you wanted to apologise, to admit you were wrong and he was right. As tears began to stream down, you went to apologise.

“Christian, I’m. I’m so sorry I’ve done this to you.”

Unfortunately, he didn’t hear your apology as he had hung up the moment you said his name. Leaving you in a crying heap as you sat and had to deal with the fact that he was gone. And something told you it was for good.

[michellesrandomwriting]

~Prologue~

Okay so this is the prologue to my Adam x OC fanfic, i hope you enjoy:)

English is not my first language so please correct me if i wrote something wrong:)

Saint Michael is the guardian angel, a warrior of the soul, and an advocate for justice. The one to whom people pray when they are in need, asking for protection from evil forces and assistance. When his followers are lost, he provides them with courage and direction, and he loves to support healers in their work.

He is a fraud.

A fake, if you will; he stole my fucking job and title. At the exact moment when Heaven decided to punish me for carrying out my damn duty, they grabbed the first man they saw and presented him as a saint. Taking all of the glory for my diligence and the many prayers I have heard and answered. All the help that I have provided.

And they are calling me back now, thousands of years after they left me here.

Right after we defeated their army of exorcists. Murdering The first man and a significant portion of their exorcists.

Grips of golden blood stain the floor.

I know that what I'm about to do goes against everything that I have ever said.

A dim red light slips through the holes in my black curtains, they frame the only window in my room rather poorly. A thought of getting new ones runs through my mind, disappearing quickly as soon as I become fully aware of the fact that I won't. I do not have the time for that.

I stretch, burying my face into the red pillows that frame the top of my bed. As a wave of tiredness crashes into my body, I realise that I need to get up.

I won't be the first one awake, regardless of the time.

And that fact is enough to motivate me into sitting up. As I do, I rub my eyes with my palms.

Today is going to be shit.

I get out of my comfortable, warm bed. Stretching and cracking my back, and with a sigh finally leaving my room. Not minding that I didn't even get to change clothing, there are much more important things on my mind.

I reach her room within a minute, the knuckle on my Index finger softly hitting the wooden door.

„Come in.” She's trying to sound cheerful, positive. But after all the destruction that happened yesterday.

The sadness and desperation almost drip from her voice as she speaks.

I reach for the doorknob and enter her room, a small smile on my face.

„Good morning.” I'm unsure of what to say, what can you say to someone who's just lost hundreds of her people? I doubt there are any words that could bring comfort.

„I didn't know you were awake already Nara.”

I sit down next to her, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

„I couldn't sleep anymore.“ Entirely false, I spend most of my night walking back and forth in my room. Trying to not give in to the urge to just scream. The frustration of not being able to do anything was catching up to me again, and if it weren't for her I wouldn't have enough motivation to get out of bed.

„Yeah, me neither. It's always the worst after an extermination.“ Her tone is gentle and sad, I can't help myself but bring her into a hug.

„I know Charlie, it's going be okay. We'll figure something out.“ My hand rests on her back, trying to bring at least the tiniest bit of comfort. She nods into my shoulder.