#i feel like my insides are melting and turning into soup

[chiorisgf]

❕nsfw childe x f!reader

summary : his dear siblings were in need of a babysitter, and he wasn’t informed.

tartaglia, or, ajax — was ecstatic to be back home! his warm smile could almost melt the snow around him as his boots clicked against the icy sidewalk. snezhnaya has always been cold, he hopes his dear little siblings were warm at home! what about his parents, he wonders.

as he step foot onto his front porch, he couldn’t help but eye the smaller footsteps in the snow of his backyard. visiter, perhaps?

he shrugged it off, knocking on the door. he always enjoyed the smile of his family whenever they’d open the door, expecting a mailman or someone else — only to be surprised when the face of their beloved ajax appeared.

he could almost see it now, they’ll all be so happy!

just as he was in the middle of a happy little daydream, the door opened.

“hey every! — one,” he blinks at your figure, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks down at you. “and who might you be?” he raises an eyebrow, his bright blue eyes glaring down at you with coldness almost as unforgiving as the harsh weather outside.

“o-oh, you must be—“

“brother!” little teucer squeals excitedly, running quickly towards the taller man as two other children emerge, peeking over your body.

“their older brother.” you smile, gently urging his younger sister and brother to greet him.

as he bent over and hugged the young kids, he couldn’t help but eye you as you walked away from the group, choosing to give them some privacy.

after a few moments of hugs and smiles, the younger children pulled their older brother inside into the warmth of his home.

oh, how he missed this place.

“this is name, she’s our babysitter!” tonia smiled, walking over to you and grabbing at your hand gently. “she’s really nice, come say hi to her!”

tonia was the sweetest, she almost reminded you of yourself when you were her age. she was well behaved, and a good cook aswell.

“hello.” you smile shyly at the man in front of you, offering a small wave.

he simply nodded his head with a tight lipped smile, before turning back to his siblings, tonia giving you a cute little giggle before rushing back to the others.

they’re so adorable, you think, turning away from them to finish the dinner you had made. it was fortunate you made extra, that leaves some for.. ajax, was it?

by the time you were done, tonia was already by your side, helping you hold the plates.

“oh, my brother likes this!” she smiles, before looking up at you. “you two are gonna get along so well, i can already see it!”

if she had to admit, she really wanted you and her brother to become friends. you’re so kind, how could he not like you?! she thinks.

“that’s so sweet of you, tonia.” you smile, patting her head gently before picking up the pot of soup, being careful not to burn your slender fingers. “but i really should be going when we’re done setting the table, seeing as your older brother is home.”

you don’t miss the way her smile drops at your words, and a pant of guilt stabs at your heart. you feel sorry, you really do, but you can’t help but sense that the man doesn’t like you.

you’re not the only one who noticed tonia’s expression, childe did aswell. he can’t help but frown as he watches his dear sister walk into the dining room, holding a few bowls in her delicate hands.

as she busies herself with setting the table, he walks over to you, who’s carefully walking to follow the younger girl.

“hey,” he stares down at you, his face hardening as he watches you flinch slightly and stumble to keep a good hold on the hot pot in your grasp.

“c-can i help you?” you ask with a slight gulp, nervousness washing over you as he steps closer to you.

“would you like to tell me where are my parents are? ” he frowns, eyes narrowing. you were quite suspicious, if he was being honest. he got no letters for message from his parents warning him about a babysitter — but you seemed to make his siblings happy, so he won’t complain too much. “or would you prefer for me to throw you out into the snow right now?”

“they’re out on a trip—!” you stutter, the air around you growing colder as his expression dulls. “please— please don’t do that. i was going to leave, anyways.” you say, fingers twitching slightly against the handles of the pot.

ajax glanced down at the soup in your hands, before looking back up at you. “i’ll get the dinner table ready, and you go to my room, it’s the one next to my parent’s room. i’ll be there after in a little while.” he says curtly, taking the pot from your hands and returning to the dining room, smiling as the children greet him.

you can’t help but sweat nervously as you walk towards his room, what does he want? is he really going to throw you out into the cold?! maybe you should wear a jacket. or should you just run away?

well, it’s too late now, you think as your trembling hand holds onto the doorknob and slowly turns it. the door opens, and his room is revealed.

it’s not, plan, but it’s definitely not very decorated. there’s no time to dwell on that, though — the sound of his heavy footsteps echo through the hallway and it seems that your heart has begun to beat faster.

you quickly shut yourself in his room, eyes darting around as you begin tremble.

he’s getting closer, you can hear him. is this really it? you’re going to die because you needed money?

“name, was it?” his voice sounds from behind the door, it’s low, and almost attractive. “i’m coming in.” he says, slowly cracking the door open and peering inside.

you look back at the man, eyes slightly wide and you really can’t stop the shaking. how humiliating, you think!

he steps inside, before shutting the door behind him and locking it with a soft ‘click’

“so,” he starts, inching closer to you. “my family seem to love you.” he hums, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “and i have to admit, you are quite cute.” ajax grins, his warm breath fanning over your skin.

you freeze, warmth creeping up your neck. “especially when you’re scared.” he pokes at your chest, leaning back. “like a terrified mouse.”

your eyes meet his and he simply smiles. has he always been this hot? and what’s with the change of attitude?

“you know, teucer, tonia and anthon have talked about you a lot. they say you’re really sweet,” he purrs, stepping in front of you.

you take a step back, and away from him, only for him to step forward again. you back away from him as he moves closer until your knees stop at a bed — his bed, and you fall onto it.

it’s not long before his hand is beside your head, and he leans down with a teasing smile. “do you think that’s true? i wanna see just how sweet you really are.”

you hate how he’s getting to you — the warmth of his breath tickling the side of your neck as his lips grow closer. you’re supposed to be scared, so scared! but how can you be scared when his free hand is gently smoothing down your clothes.

teucer was right, ajax really is sweet — even if he can be scarily overprotective.

“okay,” you whisper, your head turning to the side slightly as you feel embarrassment flush over your features. why did you let yourself get into this situation?

his lips connect with your neck, ajax’s hands trailing down your body before he hooks a finger around the waistband of your pants.

he slowly tugs them down, smirking slightly as he notices your flustered expression. a finger pulls your panties down soon after, and he swears he’s gonna start drooling.

in a few moment his pants are pooled at the floor, his boxers following as his hardening cock springs free, pre forming at the tip.

“now, be quiet for me.” he whispers, a hand cupping your cheek as the other guides his cock to your entrance. he’s sure your little hole can take him, considering how wet you are.

each inch you took was painful at first, soft sounds escaping your lips as you squirm against his hold; but when he’s fully sheathed you can’t help but squeal. you’re so full, and it feels so good when he moves like that.

his first few thrusts are slow, but when the pain has fully shifted to pleasure he quickens his pace, the squelching sounds of your wet pussy being pounded bouncing off the walls of ajax’s room.

your cute little pussy was so good, and childe couldn’t help but moan, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss, his hips snapping against yours.

something about you, childe thinks, is just so hot. so alluring.

maybe it’s the way you’re moaning so quietly into his ear, your breath brushing against his skin. the freezing temperature outside stood no chance against the warmth of your body, oh and that look in your eyes — he just can’t resist pecking you on the lips and thrusting particularly hard into your wet folds.

the way your gummy walls wrapped around his shaft and sucked him in was just so nasty, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care.

each hard stroke of his cock sent you into a frenzy of moans, and ajax had to place his palm on your mouth to keep you quiet. while he loved your sounds, he knows he shouldn’t let you get too loud; his siblings are only a few doors away after all.

“a-jax,” your voice is sugary, and the way you arch your back so far off the bed is practically knocking childe out. he can’t handle it — you’re so cute, so perfect!

he knows you’re close, he can tell by the way your hands are clutching onto him, your pussy hugging onto him so tightly. he can feel your breath tickle against his palm and at that moment he knows he’s going to invite you over more often.. to “babysit” his siblings.

yeah right, he thinks.

“you’re gonna— babysit our kids, that’s what.” he huffs breathlessly, his cock pounding into you tougher than before at his newfound idea.

“cum with me, angel.” he leans down to whisper in your ear, grinning when you nod obediently and just as you’re about to snap, he cums and he cums, letting you milk him dry as you come undone around him.

you’re such a good listener, such a good girl for him. with a few more thrusts, he finally stops his movements.

his warm palm slowly pulls away from your mouth to stroke your hair, and he can’t help but pull you onto his lap, sitting down on his bed.

it’s moments like these that he’s grown to enjoy, aswell. holding you on his lap and kissing your cheek, whispering encouraging words into your ears like moments ago.

“you’re not leaving tonight, you know that right? wouldn’t wanna disappoint my siblings..” he chuckles at your expression, offering one last kiss before tucking you into his bed.

[anzheshyphae]

my coworker showed up at work with covid last week and now i have it

[buckyalpine]

Just a fluffy little thought. A grumpy, moody, broody Bucky, moping and grumbling through the compound with a scowl on his face. He was restless and annoyed the whole jet ride home. He tosses his bags off to the side, throwing off his tactical gear without a care in the world and Sam and Nat are utterly baffled because the mission was a complete success. Bucky's plan worked perfectly, his strategies were what got them in and out, he'd even saved a group of civilians that were unexpected.

Why was he grumpier than usual?

Because something is not right.

Everyone gathers for dinner and he barely takes a bite. He's shifting his food around his a fork before getting up and sitting on the couch instead with his arms across his chest and shoulders tensed. No one breathes a word, letting him storm to himself. Except you. You'd noticed Bucky's less than pleasant attitude but it doesn't scare you and you felt bad seeing him sitting by himself clearly stewing over something.

Maybe you had a crush on the soldier too. Maybe.

"Hey" You give him a soft smile as you take a seat beside him, still giving him space, "You okay?"

He gives you a shrug in response but that was normal with Bucky. You'd check in again and if he still didn't want to talk, you'd leave him alone.

"What's wrong"

Usually his standard answer of telling people to fuck off was easy but not with you. Never with you. Not when you turn him into a pile of mush and fluff. Bucky's grumpy face turns more into a pout as he contemplates telling you what's been making him so mad.

"My tummy hurts" he mumbles and you have to hold every fiber of your body together to keep from melting into a puddle because he could have said he felt unwell. Stomach pain. Stomach ache.Felt sick. Felt off. He could have said absolutely any other variation of what he was feeling but no.

The poor, grumpy, angry soldier was huffy and puffy because of a tummy ache.

"I'm sorry bub" you coo, not even realizing what you'd called him,"What would make you feel better?" You ask but Bucky doesn't actually know the answer. When he usually felt queasy he'd just grit it out until it went away.

"When I was little, my ma would make me some soup" He wasn't sure if it actually cured anything but he remembered it always being the yummiest thing he'd tasted and the one thing that made him feel all better. "But that was for when I had a cold"

"What about for tummy aches" You asked, noting the way the soldiers cheeks turned pink, his fingers fidgeting with each other. Of course he knew what his ma would do for his little achy belly but it's not like you could help...

"Um, sometimes she'd tuck me in bed and then.."

"Then?" You cock your head in curiosity while Bucky's voice dies on his tongue.

"Then she'd rub my tummy till I went to sleep" He rushes out with a small voice while keeping his eyes trained on his hands. His eyes grow wide at the giggle you let out, worried he'd made a complete idiot of himself, what were you to do with that information, it's not like you'd-

"C'mere" You take his hand gently in yours, gauging his reaction before moving him to lay his head on your lap. Bucky's stomach is now a mess of butterflies and whatever was upsetting him, his muscles melting into Jello as soon as you'd touched him. "Is this okay?" Your hand rests closer to his hip than right on his stomach and Bucky is barely able to squeak out a yes along with a quick nod.

You hum, moving your hand to rub soft circles around his tummy, his firm muscles under making you giddy on the inside. You recollect your nerves, focused on soothing motions, your other hand moving to play with Bucky's hair. You card your fingers through his short chestnut locks, smiling at the way he closes his eyes, his breathing starting to slow, muscles releasing their tenison.

"Better?" You whisper, giggling to yourself at the deep purr he made in response, relaxing with your gentle ministrations. He rolls over, smushing his face against your stomach, far too relaxed to care. The soft snores that follow after let you know the remedy certainly worked. As soon as you move your hand away, he blindly reaches out, placing it right back where it belongs and going back to sleep immediately after, tummy ache all gone, flutterly little butterflies replacing them. He's already dreaming of all the ways he could return the favour.

Isn't he an absolute precious baby.

So cute.

Bonus scene:

Of course the team gawk at what they see; the grumpy soldier now happy as a clam on your lap.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Bucky's tummy hurts" You reply with a smile and honestly the answer sends everyone into chaos.

"Awww Buckyyyy"

"So that's why he was so grumpy. Should've known when he kept pouting everytime we had turbulence"

"AWWWW The winter soldier as a widdle tummy ache?" Sam coos, only to silence his cackles when Bucky's eyes shoot open, staring daggers at him. "Don't give me that look when you're curled up on y/n's lap like a cat"

"Does rubbing it help ya feel all better-oh fuck"

Bucky's glare sends everyone scrambling right out, the empty room leaving him all content again.

Yes.

Rubbing his tummy made him feel all better.

[ontologicalmoki]

easy pan chicken! (soft, edible, tasty, not at all rubbery or chewy, you’ll wow your guests but also just like. Have some chicken, which is a cheap and easy and delicious protein)

this works best with about as much raw chicken as you can fit in the bottom of the pan you’re using. I really do cram it in there. If you’re only cooking for yourself, you can use a small pan, or just have leftovers, or just only put one piece of chicken in there, but I find it’s easier to burn it or make it too dry that way.

Also I like using boneless skinless thighs best, but it does work with any cut of chicken, bones or no bones. You can dice it before you start, stirring instead of flipping when you get there, but I find it easier to dice afterwards.

(your pan should be cast iron or enamelled or non stick. If you’re using one that isn’t, you will basically need to turn the chicken into a soup base to keep your pan from being a nightmare to wash.)

once you have obtained suitable chicken and a pan to put it in!:

Heat the pan over medium heat and put in enough butter to cover the bottom of the pan. Wait till the butter melts.

over the melted butter, put a layer of salt. You’re unlikely to do too much, meat needs a lot of salt.

add the chicken. You want it to sizzle when you put it in, but it’ll turn out fine if it doesn’t.

to each piece of chicken add a splash of vinegar. I like rice wine vinegar, but literally any works. So does vodka.

layer of seasoning. My favorite is a bottle of pre mixed “garlic butter and white wine” seasoning, but anything works. Chicken is not picky. Options include:

Paprika and garlic powder

Italian seasoning and garlic powder

tarragon, coriander, and garlic powder (noticing a theme here?)

curry powder

just garlic powder

garlic powder and parsley

whatever you feel like today

then put a lid on it. If you don’t have any lids that approximate your pan, a sheet of tinfoil works. Heck a plate works. Just cover the chickies loosely. then forget about them until they start to brown on the bottom. This takes like 5-10 min depending on how much chicken is in there and how thick your pan is. You’ll be able to smell it before it burns irreparably (it’s artistically blackened, thank you very much) and it’s fine if it fails to actually brown, so don’t worry too much about this step. Just leave the lid on for a little while while you do other stuff (boil noodles, make veggies, stuff like that.)

Flip the chickens over. Add butter or vinegar if the pan is for some reason completely dry, but this should not happen. Turn the heat down if it does. Cover it back up.

when you come back to it, again 5-10 minutes later, check if it’s done. Do this by cutting into the two biggest pieces and making sure the inside is white like cooked chicken and not at all pink like raw chicken. No pink is allowed. This is not burgers. Put the lid back on if there’s any thing that looks raw. If you’re paranoid about this and unsure, you can just like. Dice the chicken up in the pan. Or use a thermometer I guess.

your chicken is edible! If there’s seasoning stuck to the pan add a tablespoon of water or lemon juice or wine if you’re feeling fancy (do not use rice wine it caramelises. Which actually tastes ok) while it’s still hot and scrape the seasoning up. You can then mix it back into the chicken. This chicken can be served like this, or you can dice it up, or you can turn the heat down a little, cook it a little longer, and then shred it with a fork for shredded chicken.

tldr!:

medium heat

In order:

butter

salt

chicken

Splash vinegar

seasoning (whatever)

cover it

cool till brown, flip, cook till done.

voila, you can pan fry chicken! I have never yet made it inedible doing it this way, you really won’t mess it up.

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely I was wondering if you could do a fic about a touch starved reader where she’s just really needy and wants to be held but is nervous to ask? and it’s just very fluffy and sweet, thank you so much!!

Hi sweetheart, thanks for requesting!

modern au

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Sirius is cozied up between James’ legs on the couch, tuned into his phone while James watches the football match on TV, and you’re oozing a jealousy so tender it hurts. 

It’s silly, but you can’t help thinking about how warm they must both be. James has one of his forearms draped over Sirius’ chest, their hands linked casually. Sirius’ bony, pale fingers intertwined with James’ thicker ones. They look comfortable and at ease with each other in a way that feels so out of reach. You wish you could join them, but they look too happy like this. You couldn’t ask them to move. 

“Dove?” 

You blink, focussing back on Remus. “Sorry?” 

“I asked how your meeting went.” A bit of concern digs into the space between his brows as he continues stirring the pot of soup on the stove. You give him a little smile, and it melts away. 

“Oh, not bad at all.” Today you had your first team meeting at your new job. You’d been nervous leading up to it, worried your boss would ask you to introduce yourself or present something, but it had blown over smoothly. “I was stressed for nothing, I didn’t even have to talk.” 

“Mm, good for you.” Your boyfriend gives you a knowing look, well aware that your shyness can sometimes get in the way of you sharing your ideas. “I’m glad it went well. I hope you start to feel comfortable enough to talk soon, though.” 

“Maybe,” you say agreeably, moving closer to him so you can rest the side of your head on his bicep. It’s an awkward sort of lean, but the most you’ll allow yourself. 

You can sense Remus’ confusion even without him making a sound. You know that if you pulled back to look, you’d find a familiar little indent hovering above his nose. “Tired?” he asks. 

Your heart gives a pitiful throb. Remus isn’t the most tactile of your boyfriends, but it would take so little for him to reach up with his free hand, wrap it around your shoulders. That’s all you want.

“No,” you reply, though you do sound tired, voice soft and breathy, “just love you.” 

“Sweetheart.” His voice is sticky with affection, and your heart balloons with hope. You feel his arm shift underneath you. His hand comes up to hold your cheek, keeping you steady while he presses a brief kiss to the top of your head. The hand falls away. “I love you too.” 

It feels ungrateful and a bit traitorous to feel so dejected after hearing those words, but you do. You leave your head where it is, heavy with a loneliness that’s completely invalid, while Remus continues stirring the soup, humming now. 

“Look at them.” Sirius’ voice gets your attention from the living room, dripping with faux rancor. He’s glowering at you over the top of the couch. James begrudgingly turns from the match to look at him, half curious what he’s on about. “They’re being all ooey gooey in the kitchen without us, can you believe it?” 

You sort of want to laugh at the irony. 

“You were given the opportunity to join,” Remus reminds him mildly. “I said I needed help chopping, and only y/n came to my aid.” 

“Yes, well I didn’t know there’d be declarations of love involved,” says Sirius, never one to be made to feel guilty. 

James, on the other hand, looks a tad penitent. 

“I didn’t hear you,” he says helplessly, climbing out from under Sirius. “Do you still need an extra pair of hands?”

“No, almost done now,” Remus says, but James comes anyway. He peers over Remus’ other shoulder, pecking him apologetically on the cheek. 

“Smells great,” he notes appreciatively. He leans across Remus to see your face, grinning in that way of his that makes it seem like someone’s brought the sun inside. “Thanks for taking up the mantle.” 

You make a quiet sound of amusement, and James’ smile fades. You hate yourself for doing it to him, even though it wasn’t intentional.

“You alright, lovie?” He scrutinizes your expression. You’re reminded that James is often more perceptive than you give him credit for. “You look a bit sad.” 

“No, I’m good.” You give him a smile. Remus’ shoulder shifts under your head as he looks down, trying to see you. 

James appears unconvinced. He moves behind Remus, over to where you stand. “Hug?” he offers. 

God, you feel like you could cry. That wouldn’t be good.

“Sure,” you say, as if it isn’t the deepest, most desperate desire of your heart. 

You turn into his arms, and he wastes no time in enveloping you. James gives the best hugs. Somehow, intuitively, he always knows just the amount of pressure you need, when to squeeze your back and when to rub it, exactly the right time to let go. It feels like he’s pouring love into you through his touch. He sets his chin on top of your head, and you swallow a happy sigh. 

“I can tell something’s bothering you,” he says quietly. He sweeps a hand up and down your spine, and you shiver, pressing your palms into his back. He does it again. “Talk to me, angel.” 

“I’m good,” you promise him. It’s a lot more truthful now. 

Still, you can feel James’ dissatisfaction. He cups the back of your neck, thumb brushing the baby hairs at your nape. “Anything I can do?” 

You clutch him to you, the fabric of his sweatshirt bunching in your hands. It smells like laundry detergent. “Just this, please.” 

“Aww,” Sirius croons, and it’s not until then that you realize the other two boys have been silent. Probably worried about you. You feel instantly sheepish. “I get it. You just wanted some love, didn’t you babydoll?” You look at him over James' shoulder, and predictably, he’s insufferably smug. He sees you watching and pats the top of the couch invitingly. “Come here, sweet thing, let me fix you up.” 

“I think I’m doing just fine,” James teases, but his grip loosens, one hand remaining on the small of your back as he walks you over to the couch. 

“Yeah, but we can share.” Sirius rolls his eyes. He grabs for you the second you’re close enough, hauling you up against him while James flops down on your other side. “What game are you playing, standing over there and looking all forlorn?” he asks you, peppering your cheek with kisses. A startled giggle spurts out of you, but he remains completely serious. “If you wanted a cuddle, all you had to do was ask.”

“It seemed dramatic,” you admit, though now that Sirius has got your face squished in his hand and James’ arm is draped around your shoulder, your silence feels a bit dramatic too. “And kind of needy.” 

“Babe.” Sirius is heartbroken, pulling back to give you a horrified look. “Being needy is my thing. I hardly think asking for a hug could challenge my hard-earned reputation.”

“You’re not needy,” you say warmly, but Sirius only rolls his eyes as if you’re being difficult.

“Anyway, wanting a hug is hardly needy,” James chimes in. “I’m always happy to give you one.” 

“Same here,” Remus says from the kitchen, sounding a bit apologetic. “Though I wish you would have asked, dove. I can’t read minds like Jamie can.” 

Your chest tightens guiltily. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he says easily. “Listen, dinner’s almost done, but want to put on a film to watch while we eat? I could make it up to you with a cuddle.” 

“That sounds great,” you reply thankfully, and James grabs the remote to begin going through the movies while Sirius gets comfy against the side of the couch. He lifts your legs to drape them over his. 

“Good luck getting you away from me,” he murmurs conspiratorially. James chuckles, arm a welcome weight around your shoulders. “I’m not giving you up.” 

It seems like there was room for you after all.

[choccorin]

light rain | ft. sakura

tags. fluff , sakura haruka x gn! reader, maybe ooc 'kura?

at the early stages of your relationship, sakura never knew that you get sick very easily and he found this out when you were going on a light stroll.

sakura was on break from patrolling when he saw you shopping for some things at a store, since he was on break, he offered to walk you home and you happily accepted.

while he was walking you from, it started to rain a little bit. you knew that you'd get sick even at the tiniest bit of rain, so you told him to hurry up.

once you arrive to your apartment, you were both a bit wet from the rain. so before he left, you offer him your umbrella. he declined at first saying he doesn't need it but you insisted, you explained that you didn't want your boyfriend to be sick. he turns red at the nickname, he accepts your umbrella with a blushing face.

it was now the next day, sakura thought it was weird that you didn't go to school today, you didn't even tell him why. he got a little sad that you didn't tell him but he's never admit that. he's getting worried so he decided to call you.

his phone rings and you immediately pick up.

“hey, you okay?” he says on the phone, he was expecting you to respond but got confused when he heard coughing and sniffling instead,

“are you sick?!” he yells with a worried tone, surprising his friends beside him.

you sniffle, “yeah .. the light rain caught to me yesterday ...” you chuckle, cringing at the sound of your hoarse voice.

“okay, i'll be right there.” sakura replied, suddenly ending the call.

“huh- what?” you were left shocked, looking at your phone. did you hear him correctly? he's coming over to your place?!

sakura rushed out pothos café, explaining to his friends — just as shocked as you were — that he had something to do before running out.

in just 5 minutes, your door bell rang. you hurriedly open the door to find sakura in front of your door, panting while holding a small bag.

“you actually cough came .. ” you were also out of breath, you sheepishly smile at him.

“wha- what are you doing out of bed, dumbass!?” he pulls in you to your apartment, closing the door behind him. his grip on your wrist is firm — but gentle.

he sits you on your bed, “stay here. i-i'll take care of you, okay?” his hands on your shoulders were trembly and he looks nervous, this is his first time taking care of someone and being inside your apartment, of course he was nervous.

he walks out your room and you here some clattering in your kitchen, you wanted to get up but you don't want to disobey your already stressed boyfriend.

you didn't want him to see you all vulnerable like this but you were glad that he came just to take care of you, seeing him all worried about you made your heart melt and also made you feel a bit better.

sakura comes back with a bowl of soup, water and some medicines. he tells you to eat, explaining that kotoha gave it to him before he ran out of the café.

“give kotoha my thanks then. ” your voice sounds weak and softer than usual.

sakura doesn't like seeing you being weak like this, it makes him want to protect you like your some kind of hurt cat.

sakura meant it when he said he'll take care of you since he went home at 6 am, never leaving your side. it was the next day and still early but he had classes and patrolling so you offered him to go now, after a lot of reassuring him that you're better now, he leaves.

sakura never carries any umbrellas with him, his body is used to getting drenched in rain anyways. but this changed when he saw how sick you were that day, so now, he always carries an umbrella so that in case you forget yours — which you often do — and it looks like it's going to rain, he'll give it to you.

he might not say that he loves you by his words, but his actions say otherwise.

n. this is self indulgent. i get sick very easily so i thought about sakura being worried about his sickly lover <3

t. @kyoghurts hi :3

[7ndipity]

Holidays With Yoongi Headcanons

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: What spending the Christmas season with Yoongi would be like.

Warnings: swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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Holidays with Yoongi would be soo cozy, I feel like he would lowkey go all out to embrace the season and try to share as many experiences with you as possible, even a few of the more cliche tropes and traditions.

If you live somewhere with snow, I think he’d want to do the whole “walk in the first snow of the season for good luck”, partly because it’s romantic, and partly bc it’s a great excuse for cuddles to warm each other up afterwards.

Picking out a tree together tho is a surprisingly serious mission for him. He’s checking the height, the fullness from each side, shaking the limbs to see how many needles fall, etc.

“Doesn’t it look a little lopsided tho?” “Who cares, I can’t feel my toes, Min!”

(This would only happen for your first year together tho, unless you’re really set on ‘real’ trees. The next year he’d decide it would be better/easier to just invest in a pre-lit, artificial tree)

Decorating together would be so fun tho, especially if you have some older ornaments from over the years or from your family, so you can share stories about holidays from when you were younger.

“Raccoons with soup-can phones? How is that Christmas-y?” “Idk, but they were one of my dad’s favorites!”

I don’t know that he would necessarily wear matching sweaters or anything like that, unless you bring it up first(and then he’d end up kinda loving it, but won’t admit it), but I think he’d get a little soft about having something like stockings or mugs with your names on them.

Catching him under the mistletoe every single chance you get, because you’ll be damned if you pass up any opportunity to kiss him, and turning him into a blushy mess is way too much fun!

Man would be lowkey stressed about what kind of gift to get you, even tho you’d probably be happy with a pack of gum if it came from him. He worries about being too basic or cliche with something like jewelry(even tho he already bought you smth months ago and has been trying to figure out to give it to you)

He would likely get something that seems super random to anyone else, but has some sort of meaning for the two of you, like a pair of sneakers and some waterproofing spray, cause you spilled coffee on your shoes on your first date, or dvds of all your favorite movies from when you were a kid.

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Christmas mornings would be the softest tho, both of you still sleepy and not wanting to leave the bed, snuggled down in the blankets, and him just sitting a little velvet box on your lap that has a special necklace(or maybe a ring) inside.

Almost falling asleep together before midnight on new years. I imagine him waking up with like two minutes to spare, and going to wake you quickly until he sees the way you’re sleeping on his shoulder/chest and just melting and realizing how happy/content he is. He ends up waking you gently and gives you the softest, sleepy kiss. “Happy new year, Babe.”

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hello, can I request a dream x reader where reader is his girlfriend and she gets pregnant and how they would both deal with that situation. Maybe a scene with there daughter years later

Aisle 43

Pettiness knows no bounds, especially when you're one of the Endless. This means that if a toddler is what's standing in Dream's way, then it's still very much fair game.

Dream of the Endless x Reader | 800+ | cw: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, vague themes of pregnancy/motherhood, jealousy, super-megapetty!Dream of the Endless, Matthew the 'I'm just happy to be here' Raven, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: hi my love... i may have totally forgotten I had this in my drafts asfhasfha;sfhasfh sorreh. I JUST DID A DRABBLE BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS MELTING CURRENTLY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

I hum as I make my way out of the soup aisle. The little girl that's been following me around the supermarket tugs at my hand repeatedly. I look down at her and she immediately points, "cereal?"

I turn to the pink cereal box she wanted and flatten my lips into a smile, "sorry, kiddo, you're gonna have to-"

"Why are you with a child?"

Both said child and I look up and see a darkly dressed man in the middle of two shelves with brightly colored items. The girl that barely reached my hips looks up at the dark silhouette then grabs my hand. She mumbles, "nightmare."

Said nightmare raises a brow. It was almost as if a dark haze began to form around him. A raven swoops down and lands on his shoulder.

In stark juxtaposition, Matthew the raven chirpily greets me and adds, "mind getting me some cornflakes?"

I push my cart forward, drawing near both them, and the item. I grab the cornflakes and go to the side of the sullen looking being. I tilt my head, "Dream?"

Dream, who has not torn his gaze away from the child, finally spares me a glance. I free my hand of the cornflakes, dropping into my cart, and use it to cup his cheek. His expression softens.

My other hand, still being tugged by the baby girl, is now tucked behind me. She peeps cautiously from my shoulder.

"I'm going grocery shopping with my coworker."

"Your coworker is a child?" Dream says with a hurt expression.

I make a face but sigh. Suddenly, the dull pain on my back is blatant. I rub my round belly that was the cause of it, "yeah. Beatrice is a prodigy. She does our work better than anyone in the department."

Dream frowns and deflates even more.

I raise my brows.

Matthew croaks as he cocks his head. He whispers, "he's been upset that you haven't been sleeping properly."

"You've not been in my realm for ages," Dream knits his brows tightly, "yet here you are with a child that is not even your own."

When Dream comes close to touch me, Beatrice whimpers and pulls me back. She panics, "nightmare! Nightmare!"

The strength of the child is not enough to make me fall back, but it is enough to make me lose my balance. I feel myself slowly lose my footing. Dream grabs me before anything happens though.

The glare that he throws at Beatrice makes her instantly clamor.

If her wailing wasn't enough to make me panic, then it was when she ran away. I turn to run after her, but Dream grabs my arm before I can get anywhere.

"Let me go!" I snap.

"But-"

"I can't lose my coworkers kid!"

"Don't worry!" Matthew takes off, "I'll keep an eye on her."

I watch as Matthew soars above the aisles and then look back down to glare at Dream. I pull my arm out of his grip, "you terrified a four year old."

Dream glares back, "she was stealing you away."

I am flabbergasted. "You literally put a baby inside me!" I motion to my baby bump and give an exasperated look, "yet you're intimidated by a 40 pound little girl- who, by the way, barely even makes up a fraction of how old you are."

He does not argue with this. He has no argument with it. Instead, he mumbles, "you dreamed of her when you napped."

I roll my eyes, "and how many times have I dreamed of you, my lord?"

He turns away, eyes landing on my belly. He pouts and stares a moment before he rubs it, "I do not enjoy when I must share your dreams with others."

The idea is equal parts exhausting, irrational, and somehow darling.

"What if I dream about our baby?" I raise a brow.

He lifts his eyes. He looks like he actually was mentally debating in that split second it took for him to reply. Dream speaks, "I would be willing to share with the blood of my blood."

I scoff and roll my eyes yet again.

He kisses my temple. A part of my hard expression chips away. I offer him an exasperated look.

Dream makes a face, "was I too much?"

I nod.

"I've got good news and bad news," Matthew calls as he swoops down, "good news, Beatrice found her mom and stopped crying!"

I release a sigh of relief.

"Bad news, she may be traumatized for life, because when a man wearing a black trench coat passed by, she started breaking down all over again."

My relief evaporates and I shoot a hard glare at Dream before pushing him out of the way. I drag my cart along with me as I walk off to look for them.

Matthew perches on the edge of the cart, "oooh, mind if we get some sunflower seeds too?"

"Not at all, my love."

Dream grumbles upon hearing this and watches as we take a turn on the candy aisle.

[httpsdana]

hey i'm already sick, i think i've got influanz or something

please can you write something where the reader is so sick and gavi is comforting her , fulff maybe

it will be so cute if you did it

When the Storm Passes~Pablo Gavi

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

I'm still alive 😃 things have been a bit quiet for a few days and I'm bored so I thought I might write something in my free time. enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

The rain fell relentlessly outside, each drop hitting the window like a tiny drumbeat echoing through the quiet apartment. y/n was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that felt a little too heavy, the world outside blurring into shades of gray.

A nasty cold had knocked her off her feet, leaving her with a stuffy nose, an aching head, and an overwhelming desire to do nothing more than sleep. The cozy warmth of the blanket brought little comfort against the chill of her illness.

y/n glanced at the clock on the wall, feeling a twinge of guilt that she had canceled plans with Pablo, her boyfriend. He had wanted to take her out for a surprise dinner to celebrate her recent achievements, but instead, she was here, sniffling and swaddled in layers of fabric.

Just as she settled deeper into the couch, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. With a groan, she reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. It was a message from Gavi.

Pablito <3 : Hey, how are you feeling?

y/n hesitated for a moment, not wanting to admit how miserable she felt, but the truth bubbled to the surface.

y/n: Not great. Just sick and tired.

Pablito <3 : I’m coming over. I’ll bring soup!

She couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness. He always had a way of making her feel better, even from a distance. A few minutes later, the sound of keys jingling at the door broke her thoughts. She had barely enough time to grab a tissue before Gavi entered, a warm smile lighting up his face, instantly making her heart flutter despite her illness.

“Hey, you,” he said softly, closing the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and rushed to her side, placing a steaming bowl of soup on the coffee table. “I brought you something to warm you up.”

“Thank you,” she croaked, her voice hoarse. Gavi settled down beside her, the couch shifting slightly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. The heat radiating from him was comforting.

“How bad is it?” he asked gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead.

“You look like you’ve been run over by a bus.” he joked

y/n chuckled softly, even though it sent a wave of coughing through her chest. “Just a cold. I’ll be fine.”

“Fine?” Gavi teased, giving her a mockingly skeptical look. “You’re wearing a blanket like it’s a battle shield. You’re basically a warrior right now.”

“More like a sickly knight,” zhe mumbled, burying her face into his side. The warmth of his body melted away some of her discomfort.

“Okay, then,” he replied, chuckling. “Sickly knight, let me take care of you.” He reached for the soup, holding the bowl in his hands. “Open wide, your royal highness.”

y/n giggled, feeling a little more like herself. Gavi expertly fed her spoonful after spoonful, his playful jokes breaking through the fog of her illness. Each spoon of the warm soup felt like a hug from the inside, soothing her sore throat and warming her belly.

After she finished, Gavi placed the bowl down and brushed his fingers across her cheek. “Do you want to watch a movie or just cuddle for a while?”

“Cuddles sound perfect,” she murmured, nestling closer to him. y/n could feel his warmth wrapping around her like a protective cocoon, and it made her feel safe and cherished.

Gavi turned on the television, scrolling through her favorite movies. As he selected a light-hearted rom-com, she settled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent, a mix of cologne and the fresh air from outside. His fingers started running through her hair, gently massaging her scalp as the movie played.

“Can I just say,” he whispered, his voice soft and teasing, “that you’re the cutest sick person I’ve ever seen?”

y/n pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, smirking at his compliment. “You say that to all the girls you date?”

“Only the ones I really care about,” he replied, sincerity washing over his playful tone. She felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

As the movie played, she found herself drifting in and out of sleep, comforted by Gavi’s presence. Each time she stirred, he would gently adjust jer blanket or tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, ensuring she was warm and cozy. It was as if he had taken it upon himself to be her personal caretaker, and she felt a wave of gratitude wash over her.

“Hey,” he said softly during one of her drowsy moments, “do you want me to read you something? I brought your favorite book.”

She nodded, feeling touched by his thoughtfulness. He reached for the book on the coffee table, flipping it open to a marked page. His voice was soothing, wrapping around her like a lullaby as he read aloud, bringing the story to life. The combination of his gentle voice and the story’s familiarity sent her drifting deeper into comfort, her eyelids growing heavier.

At some point, y/n realized she had fallen asleep completely, lulled into a peaceful slumber by Gavi’s warmth and his soft reading.

When she stirred awake again after a while, the movie had ended, and the apartment was quiet except for the sound of rain outside.

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the dim light. Gavi was still there, now lying beside her, his head resting against the couch with one hand resting on her arm, a peaceful expression on his face. She smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him.

Carefully, y/n shifted to curl up next to him, resting her head against his shoulder. He stirred slightly, his eyes flickering open. “You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Yeah,” she replied softly, smiling at him. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Always,” he said, brushing a kiss across her forehead.

“I’d do anything for you.” He yawned, stretching his arms before wrapping them around her tightly. “How are you feeling now?”

“Better,” she admitted, leaning into him. “It’s nice to be taken care of.”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere until you’re completely better. I’ve got plenty of soup and movies to keep us company.”

With that promise, y/n snuggled deeper into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body seep into hers. As the rain continued to fall outside, she knew that with Pablo by her side, she could weather any storm.

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Seven

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Jasper… because I’m horrible at holding out for a slow burn, but it’s tame don’t worry!

Notes: So sorry it’s a day late than normal, work has kept me heckin’ tired. Again, thank you for all the love so far! I can’t believe you amazing people actually like what I write!

Word Count: 1672

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• March 9th, 2005 • Home •

Reader

Deciding to play sick to avoid going to school since my cheek is still tender from last night, I made a show of spending the morning pretend-vomiting. I managed to convince my mother that I was fine enough to stay home alone today from school. She ended up finally leaving for work twenty minutes late after some encouragement from me behind my closed bedroom door, but only after I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen - laying out supplies for soup, crackers, and bottles of water so that I didn’t have to search for it in my ‘state’.

I’m still fuming from my argument with Jasper last night. I’m beyond grateful for his rescue, but mad he couldn’t tell me how he pulled it off. What the fuck is he hiding? Did Bella manage to get an answer from Edward? I rub my head where my scalp still tingles from the rough treatment yesterday as I contemplate theories.

Grabbing my phone, I flip it open and type Bella a message: My house after school? Mom will be at work.

It only takes a few moments before my cell vibrates: Definitely, Edward told me everything.

I stare at my phone, surprised. Everything? Everything as in, last night? Or why they aren’t allowed on the rez? Why they’re so fucking cryptic all the time? Why no one has been able to penetrate their tight-knit group?

A knock on my front door disturbs me from my thoughts; glancing at the clock, it shows that it’s about halfway through first period already. Who would-

More insistent knocking. Alright, alright I think as I descend the stairs.

“Hello-“ I greet, swinging the door open, but I stop short at who is standing on my front porch: Jasper Hale.

“You’re not at school.” He says, standing there like I offended him by not showing.

“Very astute of you. I’m mad at you, Sherlock.” Folding my arms across my chest, I level him with a gaze that would normally melt a normal boy.

But he isn’t a normal boy and he can’t tell me why.

“Education is important.”

I laugh and fire back, “The truth is important.”

“Invite me in.” He asks, stepping up to the doorway. I know he’s giving me control instead of just barging inside - especially after what happened last night, but who is he to make requests right now?

“No.” I don’t budge, not giving him an inch.

“Then take a walk with me, darlin’.” I can feel my anger waver as I continue to stare into his dark eyes. I try to fight it, but a wave of curiosity douses my anger and I cave reluctantly.

“I need shoes.” I tell him in a clipped tone as I turn on my heel for the hallway closet.

“Grab a jacket too, doll.”

I huff at his request, not happy to take suggestions from him when I’m irritated and he’s being considerate.

“Okay what gives? Why are we tromping through the woods?” I stop next to a tree, refusing to walk any further in silence.

“Ask me. Ask me again.” He turns to face me head on, determination set on his face.

“What’s different from last night?” I ask, skirting what he wants.

“Fuck it.” His arms lift and then drop to slap his jean-clad thighs.

“Fuck it?”

“Fuck it, Y/n. Ask away.” He steps closer from where he stopped ten feet away.

“How did you know where we were-“

“We followed you. We were in Port Angeles after returning from our camping trip and saw you two leave the dress shop. Next question.” He interrupts me like he’s in a hurry to offload the information.

“What’s with your family?” He cocks his head as if asking for clarification. “Every single one of you likes to keep everyone at arm’s length. You don’t have friends, you don’t hang out outside of school. You aren’t allowed on the Quileute res-“

“How do you know that?”

“Bella and I talked to some people - did some research, answer me.” I demand.

“Shit.” I hear him whisper to himself as he takes another step closer and rubs his jaw.

“You’re cold as ice, your eyes change color, your temperament is old-fashioned, I’ve never seen you actually eat anything, you’re always gone on sunny days-“

“Say it.” He says, eyes hard as he closes in. “You did the research, what’s your theory?”

“You-you're a vampire?” I say uncertainly.

He’s backed me against the tree, arms boxing me in as he stares down at me in silence for a few heavy moments, our breathing the only sound in the forest.

He leans forward and my body stills, “With confidence - you smart, pretty girl.” He whispers in my ear, breath sending a cascade of goosebumps down my neck.

“You’re a vampire, Jasper Hale.” A sudden dose of confidence strengthens my voice.

The possibility this man was a vampire didn’t really cross my mind until now. Sure, looking up the answers with the information Bella and I learned had shown that as a possibility. But it’s entirely different saying it out loud, saying it to his face and having him not deny it.

“Good girl.” The praise weakening my knees and stealing the breath from my chest. The guy I have a crush on is a vampire and he just confirmed it.

More surprising, I’m not scared of him. Thrilled, high as fuck on the knowledge that I figured him out, but utterly unafraid.

“Are you scared?” He backs away, eyeing my trembling form.

“No.” I answer honestly.

“Then ask me what I eat. What sustains a vampire?” He’s egging me on to try and scare me, I can see it.

“Blood-“

“Blood.” He confirms menacingly as he turns to pace, burying his hands in his blonde hair.

“Is that all?” I ask, not really sure where to go from here.

He lets out a laugh like the world was just lifted from his chest, the kind you let out on a rooftop in the rain after a stressful day. “Is that all?” He says incredulously.

“Are you just going to repeat my questions? You just dumped something pretty monumental on me, I didn’t want to stop you if you were on a roll.”

He stops walking to face me, expression completely sober, “Where have you been all my life?”

Bella isn’t even all the way through my front door before I blurt, “He’s a vampire, they’re all vampires and he confirmed it.”

Her eyes widen, “You talked to Jasper?”

“You talked to Edward?” I counter, seeing as she isn’t denying my confession.

“I-“ she’s shaking her head speechless, exactly how I feel.

“I know.” I just hold her hands and stare.

“I mean - we did the research.”

“I know.” I repeat. What are we getting ourselves into? What now?

• March 10th, 2005 • Forks HS Parking Lot •

Jasper

“Tell me about being a vampire.” Y/n asks me after checking our surroundings for anyone close enough in the student parking lot to over hear our conversation.

I see Rosalie huff and slam the door to her red convertible, tearing it out of the parking lot. I catch her emotions as she flies by: irritation, anger, annoyance. That’ll be fun to deal with later.

“My skin is nearly impenetrable, it’s like granite.” I lift my arm as she reaches for me as if to inspect my skin. “I don’t need to breathe-“

“That’s why you hold your breath!” She whisper shouts and I’m surprised by her observation. “I can tell when you’re not breathing, you’re shit at pretending.” She says as she turns to throw her backpack in the backseat of her car.

I chuckle and shake my head as I look at the ground, this girl is a firecracker.

“What?” She asks, emotions giving away that she’s self-conscious and I meet her eyes.

In that moment, after a lifetime of being hated and lonely, I wanted something. Not just something, I wanted her. I wanted a mate, I wanted to be chosen, I wanted life.

I wanted her to want me.

Reader

“I want to take you out.” Jasper said, the words almost knocking me off my feet.

“Like in a murder sense?” I joke back, scared of the alternative.

He steps forward and cradles the back of my head in one of his hands as his mouth drifts towards my ear, a rare display of affection in a crowded parking lot and my heart constricts painfully in my chest.

“No silly girl, on a date.” Jasper’s lips tickle as he whispers, his chest rumbling with a light chuckle as his breath and words shoot goosebumps in a tsunami-type fashion down my body.

I inhale sharply, Jasper Hale asking me on a date? I clench my fingers in the front of his shirt, surely this isn’t real.

“Say yes,” he whispers into my temple, “you’re overthinking it.”

My brain function winks out at the feel of his lips on my skin, like he knows the effect he can have on my poor nerves.

“I can’t, I still have homework to do. And you know, chores and stuff.” I whisper back in a trance, squeezing my eyes shut.

Jasper tilts his head back and lets out a hearty laugh at my half-assed response.

“What?” I demand, my brows furrowing in confusion.

“Darlin, you’re so sure of everything until it comes to what you feel. The one thing you’ll never have to doubt is that I’m yours now, ready or not.” He tells me, a confident grin on his perfect lips. “And you didn’t have to take me up on my offer tonight.”

My cheeks burn as I grin at his words, I know he’s right. “I-it’s just-you-“ I stutter, words failing me at his confession.

“Shhh, I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls me back in to kiss my hairline, settling my nerves. “I can wait. For you, I’ll wait.”

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[fashionteahouse]

Oooo I didn’t know u we’re doing Cauis ❤️ can I get one where cauis is married to a human and he protects her from everything cause even tho she want to turn she wants to wait until her 23 birthday but she ends up pregnant and cauis being scared of what aro might do he turns to the Cullens for help and he’s an absolute dream when the baby comes but he’s sacred for the reader too please make it long

yes yes 🙂‍↕️ hope you enjoy :)

plans - cauis x reader

Eyes were shut as the birthday wish was being made. Thinking and thinking of what to wish for, it ended up being something simple.

You didn’t say it out loud. If you did, it wouldn’t come true.

“I wish for me and my husband to live a fruitful future.”

Blowing out the candles, claps from the coven surround the table. Smiling, you look to see shining bright teeth be happy for you.

Caius pulls the cake candles off as he gives you a slice.

As you dip your fork in it to eat it, Caius then pulls out a black box.

The fork clatters down as he reveals an updated wedding ring. Sliding it onto your finger, the sparkle in the ring almost matched the sparkle in your eye.

“It’s perfect. I love you.” you gush and hold his cool cheeks with both of your hands.

“I love you.” he replies back.

Only one more year and you will spend eternity with him. There have been times where you wanted to throw in the towel but, you wanted to feel like you lived your human life to the best of its capacity.

If Caius’ touches made you melt while you were still human, you couldn’t wait until you turned to be able to enjoy it for all of eternity.

It wasn’t materialistic. You knew the gift that he pumped inside of you came from him, deep in his heart. Your eyes squeeze shut as your inside clung to him while he clung to your back to press you against his chest. Your bucks were wild and crazy, you leaned to his earlobe, taking it into your mouth as you softly suck it and let it go.

His groans became louder as he lost his rhythm. You both clutched to each other as perfect timing let you both hit your peak.

The chunks blew out of you and into the toilet bowl. You kneeled, out of breath and whimpered. You hated the feeling of your stomach pushing in to get all of the vomit out. After rinsing your mouth, Caius carries you back to bed.

“I have so much to do today.” you rasp out as he tucked you tight into bed.

“There’s no way I’m letting my wife overwork herself. Please rest.” he coos to you. His cool hand rest on your forehead and it felt amazing, you felt like you were overheated.

Staring into the mirror, you thought you were going crazy. A curious hand laid on your stomach as you waited.

You felt a small movement that made you jump. How was this possible? How was it possible that your stomach was flat but you felt something move? How was it possible that a vampire who can’t reproduce, reproduced? Maybe you really were just sick and delirious.

You jump back into bed, shutting your eyes. Your hand still snaked to rest protectively on your stomach.

As he fed you soup, you lick your lips from the remaining taste that was left on your lips.

“Caius?” you whisper to him.

He sets the bowl down, “Yes, darling.”

You huff a bit before asking, “Are you sure..That vampires can’t have children?”

His face began to get sad. This conversation has been talked about before. He knew how much you wanted a family, but he explained how he was unable to give you that. He could give you everything, but just not that.

“Yes. I would love for you to be the mother of my children.” he says passionately.

You nod. You decided to check it out for sure. Just to ease your mind, you were going to take tests to be sure.

Four sticks stared back at you. You didn’t know whether or not to be happy or confused, but this was a start of something new.

You weren’t almost patient to wait for Caius to get home. When he did, you thought you would’ve knocked him over from how you ran a hug into him.

He chuckles as he held you close, your feet lifted from the ground as he lays kisses on your skin. You couldn’t stop smiling. He sets you down.

“I see someone is feeling better.” he states as he looks at you.

You take a hand, place it on your stomach and watch him form a look of confusion.

Smiling big, “We’re going to be parents after all.” you say, your voice in excitement.

Caius freezes. His eyes showed the many emotions on his face. You were almost scared as you let his hand drop. A look of defeat rest of your face.

“Are you sure?” he asks, quietly but as if he discovered a phenomenon.

You don’t say anything as you move to retrieve the four pregnancy tests that showed “+” and “pregnant” displayed on them. You were very sure.

He still doesn’t react.

“What’s wrong? I thought….I thought this would be good for us.”

“I don’t know.” he says shaking his head as he moves to sit down, but he takes your hand with him as he snuggles you close to him.

“Wait, lay down.” he tells you. You’re confused but you choose to do so anyway.

With your stomach facing up, he places his ear on it, listening and waiting. You watch as his face gets emotional. He clutched onto you as he then places a kiss on your cloth covered stomach.

“You can’t hear me yet. But I can hear you.” he whispers. His voice was thick and filled with emotion.

You laugh happily as a smile is stuck to your husband’s face. He lay in bed, holding your naked body close to his. It felt like he fell in love with you all over again.

“We have a problem.” he whispers as he runs his hand down your shoulder as you lay on his chest.

“What’s that?” you ask. Everything that you both have wanted, finally was granted.

“Aro.” he says darkly, it sounded like he spat out the name.

You knew about the rules. No immortal children. Your heart races. The child you were going to have, shared his father’s immortal DNA.

Sitting up, “What are we going to do?” you whisper, feeling tears coming.

He shushes you, seeing you become emotional.

“I will handle it. We’re going to need help though.” he tells you. His voice was sure. As long as he was confident, you were confident. It took you a while to calm down enough to drift off, but it only gave Caius the time to think.

”Are you sure we’re not in trouble?” Carlisle carefully asks his daughter who was frozen. She announced that Caius was coming. Specifically to seek the Cullens.

“I don’t see chaos or violence. I just see a conversation. Maybe he will warn us about something. It’s only him. He’s not with Aro or the twins or anybody.” Alice recalls.

Pulling the car to park, he made sure to keep the warm air flowing out as you were buckled into the passenger seat.

“I will come back to get you okay? I need to make sure it’s safe.” Caius tells you as you both stare at the house.

You nod once. He pulls your chin to him as he covered his mouth with yours. Breathing each other in, you both silently told each other “I love you”.

Pressing a kiss on your stomach, he steps out of the car. He doesn’t walk up the stairs. He stands in front of the house. You watched as a coven of vampires emerge out of the home and onto the porch.

Caius makes sure to be non threatening.

“I come in peace. I was hoping we could have a quick chat, Carlisle.” Caius says to the older vampire.

Carlisle nods once as he is left alone on the porch. He comes down to meet Caius, he knew him well enough that his intentions had a hint of genuine concern about something.

“It’s good to see you Caius.” Carlisle says politely.

“It’s good to see you too.” Caius answers back with a slight grin.

“Not that I appreciate your visit, but is there anything I can help you with?” The doctor asks.

“In fact there is.” Caius says as he turns his head to the running car, he tells you to come.

Stepping out of the stopped car, you slowly walk and almost hide behind Caius.

Caius keeps your hand tight in his as he introduced you to the vampire that raked his eyes over you. Feeling the sense of safety, you reach out to shake his hand, but he instead gently gives you a hug.

“Follow me.” Carlisle says as he leads you both into the home. Other amber eyed vampires watched as you and your husband step into the home with the leader of the coven.

Caius nods them all hello as they nod back, still tense. You follow Carlisle into his home office.

He examines you, he is amazed. You are indeed pregnant.

“The baby is growing at an exceptionally fast rate.” he tells you both.

Carlisle hasn’t seen Caius smile like this before. His hard exterior was hard pressed into his mind, the smile almost seemed out of place.

It doesn’t last for long before Caius turns back to seriousness.

“We have a problem. Aro.” he speaks out. Caius rubs small intimate circles on your hand to calm your racing heart.

He didn’t have to say much. Carlisle understood exactly what was being implied.

“I might have to look further into it, but you two are more than welcome to stay here if you would like.”

Carlisle shows you a room where you can get rest from the long journey. You thank him again for his help and hospitality.

“We will figure it out and get through this together.” he says in a helpful tone.

As you rest, Caius help Carlisle put two and two together.

“The problem is, the child is growing fast. This means they will feed off of the mother more than her body will keep up.” Carlisle says to Caius.

Caius grows terrified, “Will something happen to the baby?”

“No. Not at all. However, Y/N is what I’m worried about. The baby can hurt the delicate body of the mother.”

“Will changing her work?” Caius asks out of desperation.

“Im not sure on how the venom will respond to the baby. I think it would be best to carry out her term here. We can keep watch and I will be able to be there if any changes happen.” the doctor explains.

Caius nods.

“Do you think…Aro will kill them.” Caius asks, almost too scared to ask.

“See, that’s the thing. The baby has human DNA. Honestly, the baby has to arrive before we can know for sure.”

Caius agrees to staying. You got to know the Cullen coven. Rosalie helped you pick out names. You didn’t have much energy but you appreciated her enthusiasm for the new world of motherhood. Forgetting to get clothes to fit your newly built body, Alice had you covered with maternal clothes that still made you feel stylish. You appreciated her taste in fashion.

Weird cravings however, were starting to worry you. They started off strange, but a normal enough amount of strange.

One day, you cut yourself as you sliced a tomato for your sandwich as the vampires hunted to savor their own hunger.

Bringing your bloody finger to your mouth, you almost moaned at how good it tasted. You pull your finger quickly away once you realized this.

“The baby has thirst for blood it seems.” Carlisle tells you, as you bring your worries to him.

A hand rests of the swollen stomach that looked like it was going to burst any moment.

Carlisle was a bit worried. He tried his best to pump you with vitals but it seemed to get sucked away by the living person inside of you.

“I have no energy as well. I was out of breath just from making a sandwich.” you tell him.

Caius hearing this, he leaves the room. Carlisle follows after him after he helps you lay down on the couch. You were getting worried by his departure. It wasn't until you were dozing off until Carlisle comes back with him, handing you a cup.

“Please drink this. Caius thinks this will work. It may give you some type of energy.” Carlisle says to you.

You take it, looking at the red liquid. You look to Caius as he sits close to you, putting your feet into his lap. It was okay for you to drink.

Taking a sip, the taste was exquisite. You sucked the liquid until the cup was empty. Caius is relaxed and has a happy look on his face.

“Better?” he asks you softly.

“A bit, yes.” you tell him honestly.

“Don’t worry. Once our family is complete, this will all be worth it.”

“I know.” you tell him and lean to give him a kiss.

A gush of water burst from you as Caius helps you clean yourself up in the bath.

Laying you down on the table, you just remember being in pain. Medication wasn’t working. It felt like something was scratching inside of you to burst through. Screams were held at an high octave as Carlisle prepares you to push. Pushing not working, Carlisle has to use other measures.

“Get her out of pain, Carlisle!” Caius hisses at the doctor.

“You have to bite through the sac.” Carlisle orders Caius, as he cuts just above the pubic bone. Caius is getting angry by the pain that being caused to you.

It was a drastically painful process. The bloody, but crying baby was beautiful.

“I love you both.” you whisper to Caius as you allow him to have a turn to hold them. Pressing lips to yours, “I love you too.” he says back.

He held the baby tight as he placed a careful kiss on the baby’s forehead. His eyes shined as he looked at his first born. Cooing and whispering, “I’m your dad.” “Yes, it’s me.”

Carlisle is too focused on keeping your heart beating. The chances of you was making it was low.

“I need you to stay awake for me, Y/N.” Carlisle says, watching your eyes trying to droop.

Your eyelids were getting heavy, you just focused on your husband and your baby. You felt completely wiped. You wanted to do nothing but sleep.

Caius noticing, he calls for Rosalie to hold the newborn, the person he knows you trust with the child. Making sure the baby is clean, Carlisle orders Rosalie to stay out of the room as she catches a whiff of your blood.

Caius tried talking to you to keep you talking but, Carlisle noticed your heart beat slowing down.

“Please don’t be mad. I love you.” Caius says in a panicked state. He kisses you quickly but deeply.

He then moves and grasp your neck and bites down hard, injecting venom into your bloodstream. He doesn’t let go.

Even though his cold mouth was on your neck, you didn’t feel the usual goosebumps like you always did. Instead, your body felt warm. The warmth intensified as your body felt hotter and hotter. It felt like you were being burnt alive.

Withering in pain, you curse everything around you. You wanted to rip through your skin. You wished you were strong enough to push Caius off of you. Caius only held onto you as he kept biting your neck, focusing on putting as much venom in your bloodstream.

“That’s enough Caius. She will turn.” Carlisle says. Even though your screams were bloodcurdling, Caius heard him and slowly detached himself from you.

He hated seeing you in pain. It made him remember his own transformation. He wanted to cry so badly. He turned his back.

Rosalie held the newborn close to her as she went to the other side of the house. A fresh warm bottle of milk was sucked down by the newly arrived human.

Rosalie sung a soft lullaby to the baby. Edward played a peaceful piece, trying his best to block out the painful screams that were coming from behind the closed door.

Jasper rises up and makes his way into the room that you were in. He focused on easing your emotion of pure pain and agony.

Your clothes were dirty, you sped through the forest, attacking your first victim. You were so thirsty, you didn’t wait for Caius to catch up. He was too busy amazed, you were so beautiful that it seemed as though you weren’t in pain, just three days prior.

Walking back to the Cullen’s house, hand in hand with the thirst of the both of you being taken care of, you both freeze as you see the front door opened.

A crisp wave of a familiar scent hits your nose. You look to Caius as he moves protectively in front of you.

Walking into the house, the older vampire turns, clasping his hands together.

“Y/N. Caius.” he says.

“Aro.” you both say at the same time.

“I’m a bit hurt. A farewell would’ve been nice.”

“We had a situation to handle.” Caius answers back, not backing down.

“I see.” Aro says with a spark in his eye, showing a small grin. He then catches sight of you, moving toward you but Caius keeps you behind him as he stares down at the leaders

“Relax Caius. I’m just happy that your wife is finally a part of us, is all.” Aro says.

You knew what he wanted. You held your hand for him to take. He’s flattered, giving you a smile. He hold your hand tight as he watched your memories of what has happened for the past couple of weeks. You watched as his emotions quickly changed on his face through each event.

Letting your hand go, he turns his head to Rosalie who is protectively holding the baby. He walks towards them, but the Cullens hiss and get ready to pounce, circling in front of Rosalie and the baby to back Aro off.

“I hear a heart beat.” Aro just simply says.

“I don’t trust you.” Caius spits out.

“My, my, my. I don’t think there’s any need for that, Caius.” Aro replies back.

“The baby is not immortal. So therefore, you can’t kill it.” Carlisle says, speaking up for you and Caius.

Aro stared at the stirring baby in Rosalie’s arms.

“Do you see the blood in their cheeks as well?” Carlisle asks him.

Aro takes a moment to appreciate the sight. Glad that execution isn’t needed, glad that no rules have been broken, he forms his lips into a civilized smile.

“I do. I have no plans of execution. All of this time, I thought it was impossible. Y/N, do you mind if I hold them?” he asks you.

Caius looks to you. You then look to Aro, giving him a short nod.

Aro holds the small child as if it was a delicate china dish. Your shoulders relax, sensing the genuine love that Aro was starting to have for the child.

You give Carlisle a strong hug, hugging him tight. “Thanks so much for everything.” you tell him.

“Of course, Y/N. Have you thought of being on the same diet as us?”

“Maybe.” you say thinking of your child but you didn’t feel the strong thirst when it came to them. You preferred your prey to be trapped in fear, it made the blood sweeter in your opinion.

“If you have any questions or concerns, call me please.” Carlisle says. You nod as you hug him again. “It was nice to meet you. Please visit us from time to time.” he tells you. You smile at him.

“Please visit us.” Rosalie tells you.

You tinker out a laugh, knowing she wants to be around your child. The baby was out of its newborn phase, but still small enough to still hold. You started to see the sped up growth in real time, before your eyes.

The new addition, added a bit of excitement for the Volturi coven. The child kept everyone busy, even causing some disagreements and fights over who gets to watch the child first.

Soon, your baby was talking. First words were, “Da-da.” Caius couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect. Being a dad meant something special for him. He was glad to finally be able to gift you something that you have always wanted. A family. A family that would last forever.

[eisdendrobium]

my first and last letter for you.

pairings : childe x reader summary : after getting your heart broken by childe you decides to move away so you wouldn't see him again, and so you wrote him your first and last letter. note : there'll be a bit of childe and reader's past relationship written so i highly recommend you to read/re-read the first part! ^v^ also this hasn't been proofread!

read part 1 here! : where’s my happily ever after?

ajax, how're you doing these past week? finally getting that girlfriend you've been searching for? lumine right? yeah i met her earlier today, and i could say that she's not what i thought she is you know?

i tried to hate her, and i did, i hated her for taking you away from me. you, someone who i found comfort in and you, who i foolishly fell in love with.

i hated every moment i spent seeing you with her, i hate how pathetic i feel watching you with her.

"why would you like her? someone who just entered your live, someone who you barely know?" that was what i thought back then

but i met her today, i saw how beautiful she is inside, and i hate it. how come she's so nice? how come she's so perfect? she's such an angel compared to me.

i understand why you love her ajax, i would too if i were you. i mean how could you not? i've treated her like a disease yet she's still so friendly, so nice, so caring towards me...

a part of me still hates her, a part of me still can't seem to let you go. you were my everything ajax.. you saved me that day when i was in the brink of death, you taught me what love is - what love could be.

and i thought we had something you know? the way you act, the way you talk, and the way you treat me as if i'll break if you did something wrong. You were my savior, you whom i fell in love with.

but i guess you need someone who could comfort you in your dark times too right? i suppose i was never the person to express my feelings.. never was the person who could comfort people..

but what i didn't expect is the fact that you turn cold so fast. how could you ajax? how could you leave me like that? maybe you finally had enough of my antiques? haha..

since you've already know about my feelings towards you before i had the courage to tell you myself i suppose i'll confess everything in this letter hehe :

ajax, the guy who saved my life when i was in the brink of freezing, the guy who warmed my cold heart and showed me what love is, everything we did i store inside of me dearly.

i still remember that day you knelt down and gave me those qixing flowers, that night you saved me- you bought me warm soup and clothes to warm me up, so many things..

perhaps i didn't thanked you enough.. thank you for everything ajax, thank you for saving my life, thank you for helping me survive, for teaching me how to love, for letting me love you.

yet i'm afraid i couldn't stand seeing you with lumine again, i'm afraid if i stayed here longer the ice you melt will freeze again, freezing me from the inside.

you're happy with her, she's perfect for you, and i've come to realize that i'll have to let you go... i can't share ajax, you know that right?

it's either you for me or not at all, and you love her so i wouldn't force you to love me

goodbye childe, may we meet again in brighter future.. please take care of yourself and her for me yeah?

i love you.

signed, your companion [name].

a/n : reblogs are greatly appreciated! and please feel free to comment what you think about this fic ^^

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

oh no, i hope you get better soon! you deserve to be in the middle of a sleep token cuddle pile with the boys taking care of you :)

Waiting for antibiotics to kick in and hoping that I can get a free day off work tomorrow. 🫡🫧

But also….

No, but imagine them all finding out that you are unwell. You forbid them from coming to visit you because the tour starts soon and you would never forgive yourself if you were to get them sick too. But then you get woken up from your fever nap by your doorbell ringing. So you’re dragging yourself up, hair all messy, a blanket wrapped around your body. And you open the door to them bickering because iii forgot your keys.

“Not my fucking problem that your key is like hers”, he grunts before turning to you, “oh, hun…” and you’re being dragged into iii’s warm embrace. And it’s so comforting and warm and so exactly what your freezing body needs.

“Yeah, out of the hallway”, Vessel orders, “She will get even more ill, it’s windy here”. And then they are practically push you inside. Palm after palm coming to check your forehead. “Guys…”, you grunt, “I told you to not come”, you try to frown but that only results in your head hurting even more. “And have we ever listened, darling”, ii shrugs, already mid-watching up the dirty dishes in your kitchen.

“You need to shower 'cause this ain’t it”, iv pulls at the strand of your hair. “Thanks huh… kind of been busy being sick”, you grunt. “You look cute regardless”, he’s quick to interject with a wink, “I’m just saying that a bath would make you feel better”, he pulls you into his chest and you once again melt into a warm embrace, feeling your eyes closing.

“Come, I’ll help you wash up”, Vessel gently runs a hand down the back of your neck. “I’m not getting naked in front of you”, you wheeze, hiding your face even further into iv chest. “Nothing I haven’t seen before”, Veseel shrugs making you let out a gasp, “You haven’t seen my ass”. Laugher echoes through the apparent. “Questionable statement if we take last new year’s into consideration”, iii snorts. “Who are you to talk to, your dick was out before midnight”, you shoot him a look, sending everyone into fits of laughter once again. “Okay, bath now”, Vessel practically peals you away from iv before scooping you up in his arms, “Fun later”.

You don’t remember much of the bath time. Just Vessel humming beneath his breath as he washed your hair, running a wet cloth down your arms as you soaked in hot water. Every cough that slipped past your lips made him frown more and more. At some point iv had popped his head in to check on you, double-checking on what meds he needed to go grab. Once you were dried off and drowning in iii hoody, a big mug of tea was placed in your hands.

Your living room was now spotless. Blankets you didn’t even know you had thrown all over the sofa. “Chicken noodle soup should be done soon”, ii walked in a tea towel draped over his shoulder. You only crook your head to the side. “Don’t give me that look”, he flicks your nose, “You would do the same for us”. And where he’s not wrong, you still couldn’t get over the four men fussing over you.

“You are being too sweet”, you sigh, letting your body fall into the blankets. “So are you when you stay up for hours on face time after shit shows”, iii muses, scooting in next to you. You smile at him weakly, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Movies and cuddles?”, iv steps through the door, dangling a bag in his hands. “I call dibs on picking”, Vessel hums, pulling your legs over his lap. “You always pick”, iii rolls his eyes yet tosses the remote to him anyway. “Take two”, iv pops pills into his palm before handing them to you, “Save me a spot while I go look for a thermometer”, he pats your thigh before disappearing into the kitchen. “I swear if you all leave me a corner seat I will beat your ass”, ii shout back, making you all chuckle.

[galaxysupreme17]

Sick Day Comforts

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

Y/n lay in bed, her head pounding and nose stuffed up, wishing she could just fast-forward to when this cold was over. Everything ached, and the tissues on her nightstand were quickly piling up into a small mountain.

"Mija, how are you feeling?" Rio's gentle voice came from the doorway. Y/n turned her head slightly to see her standing there with a vial in hand, her wand tucked into her pocket.

"Like I've been hit by a truck," Y/n croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rio walked over and perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes full of concern. "I thought this might help." She held up the glowing vial, a faint golden shimmer inside swirling lazily.

Y/n eyed it warily. "What is it?"

"Just a little spell to clear up your congestion," Rio replied with a reassuring smile. "Trust me, it'll work."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "You said that last time, and my hair turned purple for three days."

"That was one time!" Rio protested though she laughed softly at the memory. "This one's different. It's just a sip."

With a sigh, Y/n accepted the vial and took a small sip. The warmth spread through her chest, and for a moment, she thought it might actually work.

Then her nose twitched.

Her eyes widened. "Oh no-"

She sneezed, and a burst of golden light shot out, scattering the tissues all over the room. A few even floated up and stuck to the ceiling.

"Oops," Rio said sheepishly, quickly waving her wand to dissipate the lingering magic.

Y/n groaned, sinking back into her pillows. "Mom..."

Before Rio could respond, Agatha appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming soup. "Still trying the magical remedies, I see?" she teased, setting the tray down with a raised eyebrow.

Rio crossed her arms, giving her wife a playful glare. "I'm just trying to help."

Agatha smiled and turned her attention to Y/n. "And I brought something a little more traditional. Chicken soup-no spells attached."

Y/n sat up a little, and the warmth of the soup was already making her feel slightly better. "Thanks," she mumbled, reaching for the spoon.

Rio got up to give Agatha some space but couldn't resist a parting shot. "Well, while you handle the soup, I'll go grab some extra blankets. Without magic."

Agatha chuckled, taking a seat beside Y/n as Rio left the room. "She means well, you know."

Y/n nodded, sipping the soup. "I know."

Agatha picked up a brush from the nightstand and began gently running it through Y/n's hair. The familiar, soothing motion instantly relaxed her, melting away the tension in her shoulders.

"You know," Agatha began, a teasing glint in her eye, "this reminds me of when you were nine and got the flu right before the school talent show."

Y/n groaned, already knowing where this was going. "Please don't..."

"Oh, I'm telling it," Agatha said with a grin. "You were determined to perform, even though you were running a fever and could barely stand up. You insisted on doing your magic act, and Rio convinced the principal to let you perform on video instead."

Y/n covered her face with her hands, laughing softly. "That was so embarrassing."

Agatha smiled, brushing Y/n's hair with care. "You were adorable, though. Halfway through your act, you sneezed, and the rabbit you were supposed to pull out of the hat ended up hopping across the stage."

"I forgot my wand movements," Y/n mumbled through her fingers. "The rabbit got away."

"You got a standing ovation anyway," Agatha reminded her, a hint of pride in her voice. "Even sick, you were a star."

Y/n couldn't help but smile. "I was a mess."

Agatha chuckled. "You still are, but we wouldn't have it any other way."

Just then, Rio returned with an armful of blankets, carefully tucking them around Y/n. "There we go," she said, smoothing out the edges. "Nice and cozy."

Y/n wiggled deeper into the warmth, feeling a little better, even if her body still ached. "Thanks, Mom," she murmured, her voice thick with affection.

Rio leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Anytime, mija."

Agatha put the brush down and glanced at the window, where the afternoon light was starting to dim. "You know, I think we could all use a little break from the day. How about we move to the big bed and watch a movie?"

Y/n perked up at the suggestion. "Can we watch The Princess Diaries?"

Rio laughed softly. "Of course, that's your go-to."

"Classic comfort movie," Y/n said with a small smile. "It always makes me feel better."

Agatha and Rio helped Y/n to her feet, wrapping her up in the extra blankets like a cocoon. Together, they made their way to the master bedroom, where Agatha had already set up an array of pillows and blankets, creating a soft, cozy nest.

Y/n climbed into the middle, snuggling between her two moms, who settled on either side of her. Agatha waved her hand, and the TV flickered to life, the familiar opening scenes of The Princess Diaries playing across the screen.

Y/n leaned her head against Rio's shoulder, feeling the warmth of her mother's arm wrap around her. On the other side, Agatha gently stroked her hair, her touch as soothing as ever.

As the movie played on, Y/n found herself drifting in and out of sleep, the comfort of her moms and the cozy atmosphere lulling her into a sense of peace. She might be sick, but at that moment, with Agatha brushing her hair and Rio holding her close, she felt incredibly lucky.

"I really am the luckiest," Y/n mumbled sleepily.

Agatha leaned down, kissing her daughter's forehead. "We're the lucky ones."

Rio smiled, pulling the blankets up tighter around Y/n. "Love you, Mija."

Y/n's eyelids fluttered shut as she sank deeper into the warmth, a soft smile on her lips. "Love you too..."

And with that, she drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the love and care of her two moms.

[marbl3z]

Dan Heng rambles

i. ok listen, i know - i just did a fic with him, but- ok so. heres a funny story,

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i love him a lot,, iM SOrRY

sfw and nsfw. 18+

SFW

Dan heng who seems to be so put together and reserved to everyone else but melts against your hugs. Prefers having his head on your chest, his ear listening to your heart. but he does not mind if the roles were switched, he'll hold you against his chest and kiss the top of your head.

He loves when you hold his hand when no one is looking, squeezing it gently when you notice his anxiety. He loves when you guys are cuddling you play with his hair. Kissing and twirling it around your fingers, the gentle scent of the shampoo he uses filling your senses.

he adores it when you get pouty at him because he stayed up too late entering stuff into the data banks. You'll pull him away from his work, pulling his head against your chest, giving him gentle head scratches and laying down on his futon with him in your arms.

Dan heng swears he never gets sick as he is always cautious. But every now and then, he'll get a common cold, or the flu. And he'll refuse for you to touch him as he doesn't want you to become sick as well, but the moment you have your arms around him, or the moment you're so close to him, spoon feeding him soup you made in the kitchen. His heart flutters and he can't help but ignore the sickness, and ask for one kiss, or one hug. (It's never just one)

hes such a nervous lover, hes scared you'll get hurt by him or his past. he's slow and patient (i may expand on this ehe), he'll treat you as if you were a sacred treasure for him, and him only. his lips are sensitive and when you kiss him it feels 10x warmer and softer.

he gets cold easily, he doesnt complain though. he'll just wrap a blanket over his lap and continue working in the databank, if you're there with him, he'll subtly scoot over to you and continue reading. eventually it'll turn into cuddling, his arms around your waist, his face buried in your neck. soft and gentle touches make his heart swell, brushing your lips on his knuckles, booping his nose with your own, forehead nuzzles, everything, it makes him feel so soft and he loves you more and more.

"starlight", "love", "sweetie", those petnames he'll use when its just the two of you, in a soft setting, holding his hand. cuddling, even before you two go to sleep, he'll call you any of those.

(18+ nsfw, mdni)

"baby", "Honey", and any of the likes, he'll use when you two are sharing a very intimate moment together. he'll be out of breath, whining and moaning against your lips, his large hand wrapped around your waist, hugging you against him. he'll be gentle, he doesnt fuck, he makes love in my opinion.

he'll be so lost in the pleasure he'll babble on about how much you mean to him, how good it feels, he's never felt this way before. its overwhelming for him, he'll leave soft kisses on your face and neck.

he'll whisper in your ears how close he is, his hips would stutter, his rhythm would falter, he begs you to cum with him. calling you his pretty lover, his sweetheart, his sweet baby. he'll kiss your lips, moaning breathlessly in your mouth, poor thing falls apart in your arms.

"love, please- i'm, ah- im so close," he whimpers in your ear, one hand on your hips, bringing you closer to him as he thrusts inside of you. the other caressing your face, listening to every moan and whimper you emit.

you call him your good boy, and he'll just LOSE IT. his eyes flutter close, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his grip on your hips would tighten for a moment. the rocking of his hips would stutter so much, he'll bite his lip to stop a loud moan. a muffled whimper as you give him sweet praises. your hands on his thighs.

"you're doing so well," he'll whimper, as he reaches closer to his climax. "my good boy, loving me so well," you coo in his sensitive ear. "i'm so close- Dan heng.." you moan wrapping your arms around him, hugging his body. "f-fuck, dan heng..!" you tighten around him, he'll press his body against yours, his cock twitching inside of you. his naval pressed so sweetly against your body, his body rubbing against your sensitive genitalia.

"c-cum for me, you're so good- s-so pretty.." he'll smash his lips against yours, rubbing your tip/clit as you near your orgasm.

"I-i love y-you, D-Dan heng," you breath out, your back arches as he hits your sweet spot. you tighten around him so much he can barely move. his eyes widen, watching your body arch, your blunt nails digging into his muscles, your blissful expression and your breathy moan.

his orgasm follows suit after yours, his hips faltering to a stop, a loud high pitched moan escapes his mouth as he buries his head in your chest. he's out of breath, he'll be so wobbly in the knees unsure if he can sit up to pull out of you. you press a gentle kiss on his neck, smiling softly at him catching his breath.

he'll eventually pull out of you, hissing lightly as he moves his hips back. he'll try to resist the urge to just lay down on top of you, he'll groggily put his boxers on and run to grab a warm towel to clean you up, kissing you sweetly and whispering sweet things in you ear as you tiredly help assist him in cleaning you up.

once you're cleaned he'll help you dress in comfortable clothes, his shirt or his pajama pants, or both. laying next to you, watching your expressions relax as you melt in his arms. you reassuring him that he didnt hurt you, and you love him so so much makes his heart swell, he has to hold back tears because he's so happy.

you two fall asleep entangled in each others arms, sweet dreams and gentle heartbeats. the world can wait, the only thing that matters is you and him.

OH AND HE REALLY LIKES WHEN YOU BOTHER HIM LOVINGLY-

im sorry its so long i love him a lot and i kind of went off during the nsfw part- gaahh!! /pos

[lesbianoms]

Being turned into a fish and led into the jaws of a hungry siren 🐟

Wriggling and flopping around frantically, not really knowing what’s happening to me, as her lips close around my fishy form with a big “HOMPH!” … I flail against the rough texture of her mouth as she slurps me down her gullet~

Nothing but a round, squirmy bulge, I slip down her throat into the waiting depths of her stomach. It’s a mess in there… all moist and wet. I’m super slippery as I thrash around inside her belly, running purely on whatever little survival instinct I have.

On the outside, the siren smiles and sighs, leaning back on an undersea rock. She spreads herself across her perch, moaning with a silky purr, as she pats a hand to her squirming tum. It’s rounded out ever so slightly. She hiccups in response.

Belly up, tits out, she moans and plays with herself as I struggle. My little fishy brain can’t fully comprehend the situation I’m in, and so to me, everything seems like a dream… one dampening, hot, squishy, disorienting dream… 🫧😵‍💫

BBOOUUWORP~!!

The siren pants and gasps as she lets out a powerful belch, her breath tasting like scales. She grabs a handful of her gut and feels my fluttering movements against her hand. Eventually, I’ll settle down, melt away into fish soup… but until then, I’ll entertain my devourer as I swim around in circles, trapped inside her belly~