#i fell asleep sitting up and that wasn't great for my head

[hislittleraincloud]

ACH! That Satisfying Afterburn's birthday (and also mine) are on a freaking Wednesday🖤🕷️🕸️ this year makes it all sadder to me that I can't get 8.1 out in time. And that doubly sucks because usually my birthday is on Memorial Day or Memorial Day weekend when absolutely nothing is fucking open, so I can't get food. The one time I managed to get food because things were open, it was the same damn night that rioters began crashing and looting places like Target and CVS. I'll be able to get food this time, but meh. I want my story to just magically transfer itself from my brain to the gigabits that you're reading right now...you know, how a couple of my impatient readers believe it happens 💀

I mean...the most impatient ones act like I'm deliberately torturing you guys by purposely holding back my finished story file and headers. Why would I do that? Why would one think me to be so cruel? It's torture for me too, not to be able to concentrate on getting things written. I know all that is happening (well, only one part is a little murky for me, but that's down from however many there were before). Protip: Make your physical chart/checklist/maps. Pencil to paper, first draft. Notes about scenes might come to you, so just quickly jot them down next to the scene number/dot/line/whatever you use. And once you finish it, do it over again, this time neatening out the thoughts and notes that you jotted down before. It'll improve your memory for your sequencing/scenes, and often times you'll get an idea to make something more efficient by deleting a scene or you'll find that you need more space for better scene transitioning and adding a whole ass chapter would benefit your story (like I did for 8 here...having it in three parts seemed to lessen my anxiety about having to cram everything into two, and the post-Hyde capture Wenovan stuff is really fkn long...it helped me to breathe a little better, knowing that I'm not going to be shortchanging anyone, including the Nightshades).

Oh well. How should I commemorate it, then? Maybe a teaser? I think I have enough dialogue from all three sections for an audio teaser. I'm placing scenes tonight I started placing the scenes last night before I passed out in front of my laptop, so I'll have a better view of where things are, text-wise. Storywise I know exactly where it needs to go and what needs to be written (a LOT 💀). But that's okay, because I'm rolling the ball along instead of just dribbling in place.

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"My everything." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif!)

A sleepless night after your and Daryl's baby was born.

A/N: Just a cheesy imagine hehe sometimes I like to imagine a soft dad!Daryl. I wrote this imagine for my Tom Holland page, so if you ever find it, you know why. Sorry if you see any grammatical errors. Hope you like it! Thank u.

Marley Rose Dixon was one month old now.

She was born in a warm room full of candles, in a blissful and foggy night in which the world of her mother and father was painted with beautiful colors again after walking in a grey world for so long, announcing her arrival with a loud cry that showed her freedom and her desire to live until the doctor (luckily, there was a few in Alexandria) placed her on your chest for the first time.

Marley was named after Daryl's older brother, and you didn't mind because despite everything, you knew how much he loved his brother. At first, the news wasn't easy for either of you two to take in (the option of abortion was considered at length), but the thought of a baby gave you both the hope that something better and more beautiful could come, too. And boy, it did.

Right there, the moment she was born, her blue eyes — identical to her father's — sparkled with the glow of two small diamonds, treasures hidden behind her long lashes from the first time she opened her eyes and gazed, serenely, at her parents, and the new world around her, a better world you two were trying to build for her.

But from that moment on, she cried, cried and cried from time to time.

At 2:54 am, Alexandria is submerged in a cozy dream far from the fear and death, unlike you, and it seems unreachable for you as you walk through your dark room taking soft steps and soft bounces, holding in your arms a small human being created from a great love and blah, blah, blah, other nonsense things you used to believe before being deprived of such a necessary resource, for your sanity and mental health (you didn't sleep much before her, and Daryl even less, but still). But you chuckle, numb from lack of sleep, tired, but at peace with yourself as her little head lies on your right arm and your left hand gently caresses her back, wrapped comfortably in a white blanket with pictures of little elephants, just like the pillow in the shape of the same animal that Uncle Rick found for her during a run.

You love her, you are crazy about her, even if days became difficult and nights were exhausting, (even with the monumental help Carol and the rest of the family gave you), but all the reward is in being able to hold her in your arms, warm and safe. Daryl calls her his angel, his princess, and at the time, it is an appropriate nickname for someone who cries to make her demands heard.

You chuckle, again.

"Is she tellin’ ya a good joke?" Daryl walks into the room, holding a bottle of warm milk in his hand.

You and Carol taught him how to do it, and now, he is an expert. His brown hair is tousled, but it usually is so no one could tell the difference, eyes tired from lack of sleep, shirtless and in gray loose sweatpants he refused to wear at first.

“15 minutes to make the milk? I was starting to get worried actually." You raise an eyebrow, speaking softly. "Why did you take so long? The milk is in the kitchen, not in another country."

"Sorry, sweetheart." Daryl apologizes as he hands you the bottle, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch his daughter stop crying the moment she feels the bottle against her pretty pink lips. "I closed ma eyes and jus' fell asleep for a minute."

You frown, continuing to stroke Marley's back.

"In a chair? On the counter?"

At the sound of your voice, Daryl's head falls until he almost hits his chest with his own chin, waking up from his light sleep before looking back at you. It's still funny to you how easy it was for him to go without sleep all those years, but after a month with Marley, Daryl considered killing walkers an easier task.

"What? No. Standin’. Didn't know that was even possible."

You shake your head gently, looking away to your baby who is enjoying a meal at 3 in the morning, resting peacefully, just like a princess, in your arms with eyes closed, body relaxed, arms outstretched to pretend to hold the bottle in your hand.

“Even dad can get a nap; you sleep whenever you feel like it… so, where is mom's nap? I mean, I've slept an hour every night since you were born, the room is a mess like us, and my breasts hurt too much."

Daryl chuckles.

"Can't help ya with that, peach. In fact, I think that's exactly what got us into this mess."

"What?"

"Yer boobs." Daryl babbles, smiling wearily, eyes closed as he falls against the edge of the bed, only to stop holding his own weight when he can no longer bear it. “Yer incredible, amazing boobs. They’re amazing and I love ‘em so much, but they were the temptation that brought us… this beautiful gift."

You shrug your shoulders, agreeing with him.

"They are amazing, and she is beautiful when she doesn't cry.”

"That's when I love ‘er the most." Daryl answers, and a second later, you both chuckle in unison.

“Although, it was kind of your fault for wanting to do it without a condom, you horny bastard.”

Daryl chuckles, and because he wasn't used to doing that before you, that tiny sound is endearing.

“Ya regret it?”

"Never." You say with confidence, because you know that he did not regret the decision either. But you laugh quietly, after a while. “But… you know what I was thinking?”

“Um?”

“That this would be a good time to save money so she can go to a good college.” You joke. But Daryl wasn't used to making jokes, so with the help of the moonlight coming through the window, fighting the darkness of the room, he raises himself slightly to look you in the eyes, his brow slightly furrowed. “Jesus, I’m just kidding.”

Daryl chuckles, falling on the bed again, one arm over his eyes.

“Ya think is a good idea if we teach her how to kill walkers when she gets older? Marley could be the new lil’ ass kicker.”

You smile to yourself, because for some reason, your daughter's name on his lips is like sweet honey. And, although you wanted to protect her from that world, the rules had changed, and in order to survive, she was going to have to learn to take care of herself too. Fortunately, it is still too early to think about that.

So, asleep again, you leave Marley in her crib near the bed before returning to it, laying down next to Daryl as he rolls over onto his left side, taking advantage of the time that you still have until the baby wakes up again, just to repeat the cycle you have been living in since Marley was born.

But life still feels good despite the fatigue and the occasional physical pain, because she was everything you never imagined you could have, not in that world, and she, more beautiful than you had ever dreamed of during the wait.

"Thanks, peach." Daryl whispers, so close to you that you can feel his nose against yours, his hand caressing your waist over your shirt, but you're so tired that it takes you a few seconds to gather your strength to respond.

"Why?"

"For our baby, for lovin’ me, for givin’ me a home. Ya two are ma everythin'."

You smiled, sighing.

"You're welcome, love. We are very, very lucky to have you." You say, taking a breath to answer as you look at him: eyes closed, body finally relaxed after having her on his chest most of the day. He is a good dad, the best. "But still, the next turn is yours alone."

Daryl, amused, looks blindly for the warmth of your body to pull you against him, tickling you slightly and that have you both smiling softly despite the absolute exhaustion, a few seconds before you both can fall into a deep sleep, finally.

[lunarnightt]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⎯ Carl Grimes

WARNINGS! ⎯ there are none! Just pure fluff! SUMMARY ⎯ Your father, Daryl Dixon, always treated your mother like a queen before she died; now you want someone to do the same, and who better than your best friend, Carl Grimes. A/N ⎯ This is based on the song 'Like My Father' by Jax. I also want to thank everyone who LOVED my Carl Grimes x Gothic reader so much! I love you all!

For as long as you could remember; your father treated your mother like a goddess, like a queen.

Whatever she wanted, she got. whatever she asked for, she got. There were never any ifs or buts about it. Your dad worshipped the ground she walked and treasured her like any man should do a woman.

As you got older, you watched your father do everything he could for your mother. He would constantly have dinner dates with her, and take her on romantic walks in the middle of the night when they thought you were asleep. This never changed when your mom got cancer and started doing chemo.

Your father shaved his own head with her so she wouldn't be alone, held her hand during every treatment, and watched her throw up blood until her last dying breath.

Your mother died before the world went to shit so there you were, sitting at the query watching other kids play with their moms and dads, silently resenting them for having both. Your mother was dead and your dad was cold and couldn't care what you did anymore because he was still grieving the loss of his wife.

That was when that changed; a little boy walked up to you and practically forced you to play with him. You would learn that his name was Carl and he too lost his dad but of course, we all know how that went.

Eventually, you and Carl became best friends; going and growing through hell together. You both survived through so much and yet you helped him look on the brighter side of life.

Over time, as you two grew older, the two of you slowly fell in love with one another but never said a thing because one- you're either running from the dead, and two- neither one of you thought you liked each other back.

But one thing was for certain; you wanted a man who loves you like you're father loved your mom.

It was like any other day for you and Carl. You both sat in your bedroom reading comic books, the soft sound of Johnny Cash playing in the background filling your ears.

You looked over at the Grimes boy, looking over the handsome features you've grown to love over the last few years; to his long shaggy hair, his beat-up cowboy hat, and his missing eye something he was very insecure of but you thought was badass.

Before he could catch your gaze though, you looked down and the record stopped playing which made the both of you groan. "Great. Now one of us has to get up and flip it over." You whined, crossing your arms over your chest and looking at the record player in your room.

Carl sighed and pushed himself off the ground, walking over to the record playing and taking the record off. "What are you doing?" You asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Carl smiled and turned to you. "Putting on Abba. I thought Dancing Queen was your favorite and you want to listen to it?" He spoke and he wasn't entirely wrong.

"I do but I thought you wanted to listen to Johnny Cash?" You spoke softly and Carl just rolled his eye and turned to face you. "Does it matter what I want?" He spoke before turning to face the record player and placing the needle on the record, the song Dancing Queen filling the room as he made his way and sat back down next to you.

That day you knew that Carl was the type you wanted, the type you knew would love you like your father did to your mom.

So, you contemplated forever, debating on telling him how you felt but when you did; you wrote him a nice simple letter and left it on the inside of his hat. It took him a while but he finally found it, looking at it with confusion while the words "read me cowboy" jumped out at him in all capital letters.

He knew it was from you because only you called him cowboy and only you would do something like leaving a letter on the inside of his hat.

So, he read it as instructed and he became over the moon because not only did you tell him how you felt but you actually liked him back.

Carl rushed out of the house to look for you, going to all the places he knew you would be. He went to Rosita, to Maggie and Glenn's place because you loved playing with Herschal Jr before finally finding you training with Jesus.

"Looks like you're boyfriend is here" Jesus joked which made you roll your eyes and flip him off as you made your way over to Carl. "Hey cowboy" You spoke with a teasing smirk but your smirk was wiped clean off your face when he held up the letter.

"Are you telling the truth?" He asked, needing reassurance like he always did when he was unsure of something. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head. "Yes. Why would I lie to you of all people?" You asked and before you could say anything else, his lips were pressed against yours.

As the two of you kissed, your hand moved to the back of his neck while his hands moved to your waist. After a minute, the two of you pulled apart and he pressed his forehead against yours.

"You don't know how long I wanted to do that" He whispered against your lips and you giggled, moving to play with the soft locks of his hair. "It's about damn time, cowboy" You spoke back and he immediately pressed his lips against yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

Ever since then, he truly loved you like your father did your mom and maybe even more than he ever did.

[strljaem]

“i want my wisdom tooth back”

“ah wah ma wizum toof bah”

It was early Saturday morning, and I was sweating buckets in the passenger seat of Jaemin's car. Jaemin glanced at me as we stopped at a red light, his hand finding mine. "It's gonna be fine," he said, squeezing my hand gently. "You're just having your wisdom teeth out, it's not like they're removing your actual wisdom."

I didn't laugh at his joke, which probably scared him a little, but I was too nervous to even smile. I was about to have two wisdom teeth pulled, and the thought of sharp objects in my mouth was not my idea of a fun weekend. Jaemin drove on, his soothing voice trying to calm me down with stories about the latest drama in his gaming guild. I think he even mentioned something about his cat getting stuck in a shoebox, but I was too focused on the upcoming appointment to really pay attention.

The dentist's office was everything you'd expect: sterile, white, and full of equipment that looked like medieval torture devices. Jaemin led me to the front counter, where a cheerful nurse with glasses perched on her nose asked for my name. I squeaked out my name, and she nodded, telling us to take a seat and wait for my name to be called.

I sat down on a hard plastic chair, clutching Jaemin's hand like it was my only lifeline. He caressed my fingers and smiled at me, his grin warm and reassuring. "You're doing great," he said. "Just remember to breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth."

It wasn't long before the doctor called my name. Jaemin and I stood up together, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the treatment room. The doctor was a tall man with a big smile. He looked at Jaemin and then at me. "Is he your boyfriend?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes," I replied, my voice trembling.

The doctor chuckled and gestured for me to sit in the dentist's chair. "Don't worry, you're in good hands," he said, motioning for me to lean back. The nurse came in, and they began to prepare for the procedure. There was some kind of mask, a lot of beeping equipment, and a tray full of shiny, terrifying tools. I was having second thoughts about this whole thing, but Jaemin was standing right beside me, holding my hand and rubbing small circles on the back of it with his thumb.

The doctor adjusted the mask over my nose and mouth and said, "This is just laughing gas. You'll be asleep for a bit, and when you wake up, it'll all be over." I nodded, trying to stay calm as the gas started to take effect. Jaemin pulled out his phone and started recording, which, looking back, was a little mean, but hey, it's not every day you get to see your significant other on laughing gas.

Everything started to get a little fuzzy, and the last thing I saw before I fell asleep was Jaemin's reassuring smile.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, I felt like I was on a cloud made of cotton candy. Jaemin was still there, holding my hand and watching me with a smirk on his face. I tried to sit up, but the room spun, and I fell back into the chair.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice all slurred and groggy.

Jaemin chuckled. "You're at the dentist. You just had your wisdom teeth out, remember?"

I blinked at him, my eyes heavy and unfocused. "You're so handsome," I said, my voice dreamy and totally without a filter.

The doctor and nurse laughed, and Jaemin just shook his head, his cheeks turning a little red. "Thanks," he said, helping me to sit up carefully. "Let's get you to the car, sleepyhead."

He walked me out to the parking lot, his arm around my waist to keep me steady. I was still in a daze, but at least I had my handsome boyfriend to guide me. He helped me into the car, buckled my seatbelt, and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"See? That wasn't so bad," he said as he started the car.

I groaned, my mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton balls. "I need a smoothie," I mumbled.

Jaemin grinned. "Smoothie it is," he said, and off we went, my wisdom teeth somewhere in a biohazard bag, but my heart firmly in the hands of the sweetest boyfriend ever.

Jaemin drove carefully out of the parking lot, glancing over at me every few moments to make sure I wasn't about to topple over. My head was lolling a bit, and my cheeks were swollen like a chipmunk's. The gauze in my mouth felt weird, and my brain was still foggy from the anesthesia.

As we turned onto the main road, I suddenly had a thought. It seemed important, like one of those random ideas that feels like a breakthrough even though it's completely silly. I turned to Jaemin, my words garbled and slow because of the gauze.

"I want my wisdom tooth back," I mumbled, trying to sound serious, but it came out more like, "Ah wah ma wizum toof bah."

Jaemin looked at me, puzzled at first, then he burst out laughing. "What?" he asked, shaking his head. "What are you going to do with your wisdom tooth?"

I tried to explain, but the gauze and the anesthetic made everything difficult. "I... I just want it... you know, like a trophy," I slurred, feeling oddly proud of the idea.

Jaemin was still laughing, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "I'm pretty sure the dentist keeps those," he said, patting my shoulder. "Trust me, you don't want it back."

I groaned, feeling a bit disappointed. "But... but... it's mine," I insisted, though it sounded more like, "Bah... bah... izz mine."

Jaemin just laughed harder, his hand squeezing my shoulder as he drove. "We'll get you a nice smoothie, how about that? It's way better than a bloody tooth."

I grumbled something unintelligible, but even in my dazed state, I could tell his laughter was infectious. The rest of the drive was filled with Jaemin chuckling at my silly, half-conscious remarks about reclaiming my wisdom tooth, while I occasionally moaned in exaggerated despair.

In the end, I might not have gotten my tooth back, but I definitely got the best care and a whole lot of laughter from the sweetest guy I knew. Maybe I'd settle for a smoothie and some ice cream, as long as Jaemin was there to share them with me.

[watermelonlovershigh]

"You've been a real, bad, boy." {part. 12} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

Drunk Fighting and Forgiveness {part. 11} (housemate!harry series)

AN: we're getting into more of the smuttier chapters, yay. hope you enjoy this part. reblog and let me know what you think!!!

This story contains: more apologizing, sub/dom play, female receiving oral, handjob, blowjob, mentions of anal play, mentions of sex toys

{ housemate!harry - boyfriendrry - soft!harry - subrry - dom!reader }

word count- 2,140

Harry's been a bad boy and Y/n wants to punish him, but for now, they take it easy with some oral sex in the shower.

The morning after your drunken argument, you have returned to being the affectionate couple that you are. Harry is the first to wake up and decides to go in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you, aware that you'll need something to ease your hangover. After finishing, he quietly returns to the bedroom and gently wakes you up.

You wake up reluctantly, and Harry promptly hands you a pain reliever for your headache. He has already taken something for his headache, being no stranger to hangovers, and knowing how to prevent them from escalating. After taking the medicine and visiting the bathroom, you enter the kitchen to find two plated dishes on the small dining room table.

In complete awe, you say, "Harry, you didn't have to cook all of this. I told you I forgave you last night."

Tiredly giggling, Harry replies, "I know, wasn't meant to be part of my apology. Just wanted us to have a good breakfast to help with our hangovers."

You both sit down and begin eating the pancakes and turkey bacon that Harry has prepared, along with a glass of orange juice. About halfway through your meal, the thoughts that were on your mind as you fell asleep last night come back to you, causing you to speak, "You know Harry, you've been a real, bad, boy."

Without perceiving anything unusual in your words, he begins, "Baby, I know. I am genuinely sorry for my behavior last night. I shouldn't have brought you to that bar with my history there. Please forgive me, again."

As you look across the table, you see Harry getting distressed again, thinking that you're upset with him once more. It's almost funny to witness, though a small part of you feels bad for getting him so worked up. "Harry, I've forgiven you. But you're not off the hook so easily."

Swallowing a piece of turkey bacon, he looks over at you with confusion written on his face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You burst into laughter, immediately regretting it as it causes your headache to return. "Like I just mentioned, you've been a naughty boy, my love. This means I have to punish you. Bad boys get punished."

Ohhh, now Harry's catching your drift. He's not use to your kinky side but he's loving it. "Yeah, and how 'r you gonna punish me, Y/n?"

In a seductive voice, you answer, "First, I'll need to spank your lovely round bottom, leaving it all red and tender. Next, I'll use a strap-on to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, causing you to choke on my cock. If you've behaved well up until that point, I'll then position you on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind, making your ass feel so amazing and full. Does that sound good, baby?"

"Uh-hu," is his only response as he sits there with his mouth hung open, nearly drooling on the table. Although he typically prefers to be dominant, he's a switch and is willing to be submissive for you any day of the week. Your dominant side really turns him on.

"Great, how about we go take a shower and then sit on the couch to do some online shopping for some special toys?" Harry clears his throat and agrees, shifting uncomfortably in his seat because your dirty words have made his cock hard in his pants.

After finishing your meal, you clear the table and head to the bathroom. Inside, you both undress, and it's then that you notice Harry's hard dick. "Babyyy, did my dirty words make you hard at the table?"

He gives a shy nod while you chuckle. The two of you enter the shower, but before you can start washing off, Harry pleads, "Please baby, touch me, it hurts." This is where you find it difficult to maintain dominance. Despite enjoying control every once in a while, you quickly give in when your partner whines, cries, or begs. However, it's important to stick to your role and not give away your power.

"Dunno if you deserve it..."

"Please, please. I'll do anythin'." Harry down right begs. "I'll eat you out first or finger you. Whatever you want. Just touch me, please."

Liking his way of thinking, you compromise, "Okay, get on your knees and eat my pussy. Then I'll touch your cock, baby boy"

Without hesitation, Harry gets on his knees in the shower and pulls you closer to his mouth with his hands on the back of your thighs. He's never ate you out in the shower before so this is new, and you're loving it so far. His lips wrap around your clit and his tongue flicks you up and down, back and forth.

Gasping, you grab his damp locks and push his face closer to you for added pleasure. His hands leave imprints on your ass as he grips it firmly to maintain your position. Harry alternates between flicking his tongue against your small clit and sucking on it intensely, bringing you to the brink of orgasm quickly.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna fucking come." you moan aloud, it echoing in the confinements of the shower. Harry doesn't dare lift you off of him, only eating your pussy with more determination. What pushes you overboard is when he sucks just a little bit harder, but also allows one of his hands to wander between your cheeks and his thumb grazes your tight hole. He never enters, just caresses it, and it feels surprisingly amazing.

You fall apart in the steamy shower, your body twitching and convulsing on top of your boyfriend. He strains to hold you up, afraid you might collapse. After a few final licks, Harry begins to pull away slowly, looking up at you with glossy eyes that nearly make you feel guilty for keeping him hard for so long.

Harry rose to his feet, paying no mind to the puddle of precome he had left on the shower floor. He was about to plead for your touch once more when you suddenly grabbed his cock. His back collided with the tile wall, and his abdominal muscles tensed as your delicate hand skillfully stroked him.

"Fuck." Harry whispers a curse as he feels the touch of your hand. You stroke his cock a few more times before kneeling down and taking him into your mouth. You push forward until the trimmed hair around his base touches your lips, maintaining that position until you have to pull away due to a harsh gag. Despite being in a state of pleasure, Harry looks down and asks, "You alright, m'love?", wanting to make sure you're alright and didn't push yourself too hard for the sake of pleasuring him.

You glance up at Harry with teary eyes and willingly take him back into your mouth, this time being more gentle with yourself. You suck and stroke with determination until Harry senses his climax nearing, which happens rather quickly thanks to you teasing and basically edging him for most of the morning.

Harry grips your hair in his hands, not forcing you down on him but more so for stability. When he feels seconds away from exploding, he warns, "M' gonna come, m'love. Feels so fuckin' good!"

Instead of pulling away, you keep Harry's cock in your mouth until you feel his shaft throb and hot spurts of his warm, milky cum fill your mouth. When your mouth is full to the brim, that's when you detach yourself from him. You swallow what you can, but some of his cum trickles down your chin and hits the shower floor, getting washed down the drain.

Glancing upwards, you see Harry leaning against the wall, gasping for air. His eyes are closed, and his hands hang loosely by his sides. Rising up on your tiptoes, you lean in for a kiss. Harry eagerly returns the kiss, despite the taste of his own cum on your lips. Eventually, you both break away to catch your breath.

"Okay, now for that online shopping we need to do."

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After your shower, you both take a seat on the sofa and start browsing the internet for some special toys. You have your laptop on your lap, and Harry's cat Pixie on his. With his head resting on your shoulder, you ask, "So, what should we search for first?"

"Um, I guess a strap-on for you to fuck me with."

You clap in agreement. "Great, but I could use some help deciding on the size and shape I should go for. I don't know much about strap-ons and your personal preferences." You search for strap-ons on Amazon and scroll until one catches your eye. "Hold on, what about this one? Do you think it'll work? I know it doesn't technically have a strap but I think this part is meant to be inserted inside me and as long as I grip it securely, it should function like one, right?"

Harry examines the screen closely and confirms, "I believe this'll work. It'll also bring you pleasure, which is an added bonus." He recalls the last time someone used a strap-on with him and how they complained the whole time about the strap part that went around their waist was super uncomfortable. So this should be a better option.

Thinking for a moment, you hesitantly question, "So like, what size do you want? And should I find it in a blue or black? You know, more manly colors."

Harry can't help but giggle when he hears the nervousness in your voice. He finds it amusing that you are contemplating such matters. "I think five to six inches would be just right for me. And baby, when you're fuckin' me in the ass, I won't be too concerned about how manly the dildo looks. Pink will do just fine."

"Understood," you say with a hint of awkwardness. After specifying the desired length and ensuring the original pink color is selected, you proceed to finalize the purchase. As your card details are already saved on Amazon, the transaction is swiftly processed, and you receive confirmation that the item is expected to arrive in three to five business days. "What else should we buy?"

Harry is aware of something else he desires but feels a bit hesitant to share. It's puzzling, considering you literally just purchased a dildo to fuck his ass with. What that desire is, is some butt plugs. His last set of butt plugs was stolen by a short fling he had a few months ago and he's eager to replace them. He began using butt plugs a few years ago and found them quite enjoyable, mainly for the pleasure they provided rather than for stretching purposes.

Inhaling a deep breath, Harry shyly asks you, "Can I get a butt plug?"

You turn your head, causing his head to lift off your shoulder, and smile at him warmly. Noticing Harry's shyness, you want to reassure him that there's no need for it. No judgement at all. "Of course, baby. No need to get shy on me now. Go ahead and find the ones you like." You hand him your laptop, knowing absolutely nothing about butt plugs. He takes it and starts searching for the perfect one for himself.

Harry selects two plugs; one that's a silver metal plug ,and the other crafted from black silicone with a diamond heart at the end. He explains that the heart is there to provide a pleasant visual for you, making you laugh. The reason for having two different textures is for varying purposes. The metal plug is reserved for when he is feeling particularly aroused and seeks intense pleasure. On the other hand, the silicone plug is more flexible and suitable for wearing outside or even while sleeping, offering a softer option to maintain a feeling of fullness without discomfort.

After Harry purchases the butt plugs of his choice, you take your laptop back and pick out two vibrators for yourself. You already have a couple in your nightstand drawer, but want to get a few new additions and upgrades. You chose the rose vibrator everyone has been raving about and the vibrator that's wearable in your panties. There's a part that inserts inside of you for g-spot stimulation and an outer part that stimulates your clit. And, to give Harry some control, it can be operated by an app on a phone. Meaning, if he wanted to, he could control when it turned on and off, teasing you and making you edge for hours.

You finish buying the last of your sex toys and shut your laptop, snuggling with each other on the couch. Now you're counting down the days until they all arrive and you can try them out on one another.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

Not So Patient After All {part. 13}

[ax-y10]

Fluffy

In which- You have an obsession with Wilbur's fluffy hair

A/n: I wasn't meant to be on my phone when I wrote this but y'know. I also found a book I had with a few of these headcanons written in. I know this is short and I'm sorry

Headcanon info: FLUFFY, wilbur being pouty, fluffy hair (bc why not),

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

If you were ever scared or worried to ask if you could touch his hair, he would grab your hand softly and run your hand through his hair

After a shower, he would come out with wet hair and all you could do was stare at it. So one night, he came out with a towel, his hair freshly wet, and let you dry it for him

Would definitely get into haircare or styling his hair to accentuate his curls so when you played with his hair, it bounced

If you ever fell asleep with your hand or hands in his hair and he had to readjust himself, he'd love the little pout on your lips when your hands lost contact with his hair

Would definitely let you brush it, wash it, style it, annoy him with your habits

And a follow up to this, you would get all excited and bouncy if his hair poofed up when you brushed it (my fellow curly haired people, pls relate)

You would subconsciously tug at his hair sometimes when you're distracted and you need stimulation in your hand, and you always get confused when little grunts leave him, always asking if he's alright, and he never mentions your tugs

He would do anything to have your hands in his hair

Sitting down? His head is in your lap

Trying to fall asleep? He's against your torso

Cooking dinner? Good luck doing that one-handed

If he was ever at band rehearsal, on tour, or away for a little bit, he knew you would immediately want your hand in his hair, so he would always drop everything to let you have that experience

"Hey, Sweetheart!" He exclaims as he walks through the door after band rehearsal. "Hello. How did it go?" You said, only wanting to run your hands through his hair. As soon as he had his jacket off, the keys placed down, his guitar against the wall and his shoes off, you were already on the couch with him with your fingers threading through his locks.

His little hums of satisfaction when you play with his hair always warm your heart knowing that it feels good for him

He would either talk to you about his day in great detail or hum a song to comfort you if needed.

He began humming 'Since I Saw Vienna' knowing it made you sleepy, and because it was 2 am and he wanted to sleep. "Darling, I'm going to fall asleep if you continue". "But I want sleep" He pouted. "Okay fine" And you both fell asleep cuddled close together.

You love playing with his hair so much that you made a playlist for when it's late at night and you're running your hand through his hair.

He was just so soft when he found out this fact from Tommy, because the boy is a snitch ;)

And he'd definitely fall asleep and enjoy the feeling of your hands tangled in the bush of his hair.

[conniesanchor]

connie + shy!reader like she had a hard day at work or something and all she wants is a hug but is too afraid to ask

YES I LOVE THIS

you were glad that you and conrad had only planned a movie night and not a big date tonight. you probably would have canceled if you had. today had kicked you in the ass. three people yelled at you at work, your manager being one of them. you just needed conrad.

the ten minute drive from your work to your boyfriends house felt like an hour. the five second walk from the bottom of the driveway to the top, felt like twenty minutes. you had never been more relieved in your life when you finally reached the front door. shooting conrad a quick, 'let me in' text, regardless of the fact that he had told you multiple times you could come in on your own.

it was only a few seconds before the blonde had opened the door, "hi, baby," he smiled, moving out of the way in order to let you in. you smiled back, not saying anything as you made your way to his couch and set your bag down on it. he wasn't far behind you, sitting down on the couch and pulling you with him, "hi," he spoke once more.

"hi," you responded. you moved to dig through your bag, trying to get the pajamas that you swore you had packed. when you came to the conclusion that they were, in fact, not in there. "fuck," you mumbled, leaning back onto the couch with a sigh.

"what's the matter?" conrad asked, placing his hand on your knee.

you took a deep breath, afraid that you might start crying if you hadn't, "i forgot my stupid pajamas," you mumbled, running your fingers through your hair. you had said it like it was the end of the world, and conrad couldn't have been more confused as to why.

he looked at you, tilting his head, "it's alright. we can go upstairs, and you can have one of my tee shirts," he said, moving to stand up and offer you a hand to do the same. you nodded, taking his hand and following him up the stairs. conrad sat you down on his bed, opening his closet, "okay. want a sweater or a t-shirt?" the boy asked, turning around to face you.

you looked up at him, and he felt like he could cry when he realized how sad you looked. "just a t-shirt, please. can i have some sweat pants, too?" you requested, softly.

"anything for you." you got dressed into warm clothes when conrad finally decided to bring up the elephant in the room, "now, pretty. why do you look so sad?" he asked. you shook your head, not wanting to give him an answer. "that's okay. im great at guessing games," your boyfriend smiled, "hmm, are you tired?"

you shook your head.

"hungry?"

again.

"okay, okay. do you want a hug?" bingo. you nodded, looking up from your lap to make eye contact with him. he chuckled, immediately wrapping his arms around you. "y/n/n, baby. you never have to ask for a hug, you know that." he told you, the words muffled into your hair. "bad day at work?" he asked, earning a nod.

you pulled away after a few minutes, ready to talk, "im sorry, connie. it was just a really long day. i didn't mean to shut you out."

he looked at you like you had three heads, "it's okay. we all have bad days. let's go watch the movies," the boy suggested standing up and pulling you with him.

you watched five minutes of ten things i hate about you before you fell asleep.

[andreaheartscats]

Sleepless night with Ellie

-> modern au, no smut. just an idea that popped up in my head. tw ? ->mentions of weed( do i need to put a tw for that? idk ill just play it safe LOL)

->pls ignore any grammer mistakes i made :') im trying to improv my writting !

It was another one if those nights where you couldn't sleep no matter how much you toss and turn in your bed. It wasn't anything new for you tho, you had already been having some trouble sleeping in the past but tonight was diffrent. You didn't even feel tired.

Annoyed, you decided to get up and go make yourself a nice cold and refreshing drink. It was about 2am and Ellie was already fast asleep. Slowly and queitly you made your way to the kitchen.

You made -> drink of your choice<-

The rest of the night was peacful. Even tho you hated the fact that you can't sleep, you couldn't help but enjoy the peacful night.

You were sitting in the living room enjoying the peacful night when suddenly, you heard Ellie coming out of the bedroom. She looked at you a bit shocked that you were awake at this hour.

"whachu doing up this late?"

Ellie asked with her raspy voice as she rubbed her eyes to wear the sleepeness off a bit. Her hair was a mess as she tried to tie it up.

"just can't sleep.. did i wake you up?"

Ellie smiled at you as she took a seat on the couch next to you. "no, don't worry about it..."

she trailed off for a second. "... maybe i could help you fall asleep?"

Ellie said with a somewhat of a smirk on her face. You knew what she meant, and trith to be told you were up for it. Weed did help you relax sometimes so you took your chances.

You nod your head as Ellie went back to the bedroom. After a minut or so she came back with a little bag and some rolling paper.

She alwalys had weed on her.

You opend the window since you didn't want your whole apartmant to smell like weed.

Ellie skillfully rolled a joint for you and herself. She passed one to you and you lit it up the passing the lighter to her.

For a second you two sat in silence as you both smoked. Ellie would keep staring st you with a soft smile plastered across her face. She seemd proud of herself. You couldn't help but smile back.

after more and more puffs and two more joints Ellie looked at you with those pretty eyes of hers

"you enjoying yourself, huh?"

Laughing a little you tilt your head back as you inhale some smoke, holding it in for a couple of seconds and then exhaling it.

"yeaa..."

You trail off as you look at Ellie with half lidded eyes and ask her in a low vocie.

"how 'bout you?"

Ellie admired you for a second as she nodded her head letting you know she was having a great time.

Finally, you both got tired. Especially you..

Ellie noticed how your eye lids grew heavy as you open them quickly everytime you close them. She went into the bedroom and got some blankets.

She made sure you were comfortable and layed you down on the couch as she coverd you up with the blanket.

You thanked her as she layed next to you and hugged you close to her. Your breathing was slowing down and your heartbeat matched Ellies.

Cuddled up you both fell asleep on the couch.

[06sunnybunny06]

Love for three. [18+] (Alhaytham, Kaveh)

-....

-..This........is not allowed...Why?

The darkness swallowed up the mind. The body does not obey at all. Something is preventing you from waking up. Behind the curtain of darkness, voices can be heard somewhere outside. It used to seem like they were coming from far away, but now the sounds are getting louder.

- How did it even occur to you that this would be a good idea?! What you did is not just wrong, it's ILLEGAL!

The loud statements were followed by a heavy sigh. A lower voice spoke quieter than his opponent.

- We have discussed this many times. There was a dilemma between us, and you didn't want to back down in any way. I don't plan on losing to you either. There are only two ways to solve the problem, to share or not to share at all...

-But what's going to happen to her? Have you thought about it? How do you plan to explain this whole situation?

- Anyone can adapt. It will take time and it will pay off.

- And if the Mantra starts an investigation? If Sayno joins in?

- Just keep quiet and no one will find out. Your whining might give us away.

- It's not right. I won't be able to accept it.

- Do you think you can get away with it? Don't forget, you're my accomplice. Even if by a miracle I'm the only one going to jail. Not only will you be left without a roof over your head, but your reputation will come to an end. No job, no money, and a lot of unpaid debts. Consider yourself already sitting in the grave. All that remains is to bury yourself or someone else will do it.........If you mess it up now.

- But...

There was silence. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness. You were lying in a small room on a small double bed. It seemed that the body had fallen from a great height and was now recovering from the shock. The slightest movements can be done, but with great difficulty. My throat ached for water.

After a couple of minutes, it became impossible to lie staring at the ceiling. You wanted to get up. Small attempts to stand up led to a loss of balance. You fell down. Hurried footsteps were heard outside. The door opened, letting in a bright light. I had to close my eyes to avoid going blind. A young man with golden hair picked you up. The concern in his eyes reminded you of someone very familiar..

- Oh Archons, are you okay?

-I... want to.. drink..

- Sunshine, give it a little bit.

He turned to the second man, who was leaning against the door frame.

- Get her some water.

Turquoise eyes studied your haggard face. The tall silhouette walked away from the threshold and returned with a glass in his hand. When he got closer, you could see his face too. Fragments of memories flashed before my eyes. You've known these people for a long time, but their names are on the tip of your tongue.

The blond man held the glass to your lips. Cold liquid is poured into the mouth. After a nauseating awakening, the water relieved the semi-conscious state.

- What did you drug her with?

There was silence in the air. The gray-haired man sat next to him, thinking about the answer.

Just a little sleeping pill. She'll come to her senses soon. Put her on the bed for now. You can't get much out of her right now.

The blond man grimaced in disgust, but obediently picked you up. Ruby eyes restlessly studied your face.

- I'll stay here. Next to her.

And another heavy sigh. - "I told you it wouldn't do much good, but you're still trying to help her somehow. Trust me, there are no dangers in this house. It's better to just lock the door."

-Do you think it's better to leave her like a criminal in a locked room? And how do you imagine that?

- I know better what and how...

They started arguing again, but you hardly realized it when you fell asleep. The next morning, consciousness cleared up. The light outside the window hit my eyes. It must be noon by now. Looking closer, you realized that the room is completely different from the one in which you fell asleep last night. Panic began to form in my heart. So it wasn't a dream. These two people were quite real. What happened to you? Why did you end up in someone else's house?

Some movement nearby made you turn around sharply. That golden-haired guy who looked after you so diligently yesterday turned out to be an old acquaintance of Kaveh's. You once studied at the academy together. Our paths often crossed. A friendly guy, although preoccupied with his own problems. They say his financial affairs leave much to be desired.

Ruby eyes sleepily opened, looking in your direction. When he saw that you were awake, he immediately perked up. - "Good morning. How are you?" And that restless look again. He tried to move cautiously, without making sudden movements, as if there was a frightened cat in front of him.

- Good, despite the headache and a lot of questions. Where am I?

The guy jerked. A nervous smile appeared on his face. - "You see..."

Suddenly, another person entered the room. It turned out to be Alhaytham, known for his cold calculation and a lover of solitude. He also used to study at the academy, but your relationship is not friendly. Just a couple of phrases during work or a particularly important case. Thanks to the temporary position of the great sage, he has recently been the one to whom you have submitted your research for verification. So he brought water yesterday.

-Are you awake? Good. It will be much easier for you to realize your position. - He unceremoniously entered the room, sitting down on a chair.

- My position?

He nodded, staring intently at Kaveh. - "We're talking about a new investigation. Recently, a crime was committed at the academy. Someone managed to impregnate several artifacts from a secret vault with a poisonous substance. It would seem that nothing serious, since these things have been gathering dust there for quite a long time, but recently several scientists became interested in exploring the abandoned temple of King Dershret. They just needed these artifacts for verification. Everything was fine at first, until all three of them came down with a severe fever. The fact is that the toxin was discovered in the laboratory where you work. According to your boss, you were the one who worked with him before this incident. That's why you're the prime suspect. "

- What? But... But it would never have occurred to me to harm anyone! Moreover, how can this be related to me if I don't even know these people?!

Such a flow of information made my stomach twist, and tears welled up in my eyes. Poisoning is considered a real crime. There are many dangerous toxins in your laboratory, from which human life may be in danger. A great opportunity to steal the right one and set you up. You started imagining what might happen to you. And the more thoughts about further consequences arose, the scarier they became.

Kaveh turned abruptly in the direction of Haytham. - "Don't push her! Do you see how excited she is?"

He turned in your direction. His gentle actions tried to calm you down, but a noticeable nervousness made itself felt. He didn't like this situation himself, but he had no choice but to play along. - "L-listen. I understand that this whole story has unsettled you. We were also shocked when we found out about your involvement. You know, I don't want you to put yourself in danger. I know very well what kind of person you are. Out of old friendship, we decided to help you. You can hide with us. Practically live here."

You stared at Kaveh with eyes full of despair. That look broke the guy so much that he decided to hug your trembling body. Meanwhile, Al-Haytham was watching you from the sidelines. There was nothing to do but agree to a "temporary" stay in their guest room. It was easier than running blindly from the law. Everyone knows how criminals are treated.

Living with Kaveh and Alhaitam is like being in the middle between two different elements. They are so different from each other and hate each other just as much. Have you often wondered: "Then why do they live together if they don't get along?"

The blond man could only mutter to himself about his miserable life. To which the neighbor replied that he himself was to blame for his misfortune.

It wasn't that bad. These were peaceful days until you started to notice excessive attention to your person.

How paradoxical that Kaveh was trying to keep an eye on you, and Haytham was trying to find out more about you in casual conversations, down to intimate details. All this scared you. Although it's much better to have a few weird neighbors than to be caught and convicted of a crime you didn't commit.

Trying to find the bright side in his situation led to deep reflection. Kaveh has the ability to empathize, which allows him to endear himself to people. As in the past, you spent your time at ease. He was flattered by the way you took care of him during his apathy and stress. The poor guy was sometimes very tired, and only your presence gave him a breath of fresh air. The architect really liked your kindness. It was as if an angel had descended into his unhappy life.

Haytham was cold in his communication. Nevertheless, he enjoyed your discussions. Perhaps that's why he was so passionate about your person. In fact, he doesn't even know why he likes you. During your studies, you worked enthusiastically on projects. He couldn't take his eyes off your figure, bent over the desk in concentration. It looks like one of your potions has bewitched him.

Falling in love is a common thing in adolescence. There's nothing you can do about human nature. It seemed to Haytham that the temporary attraction to the opposite sex would soon pass. But it was some time later, when you, as an adult scientist, put your research on his desk. The secretary thought he was going crazy. As an evil thing, you have grown up, and the forms of an already fully formed girl have rounded out. There was a sexual desire to knock you down on the table and possess you, throwing all your clothes on the floor. Is it strange to think about who you like in this way? His boner confirms it.

Imagine his surprise when the eternally annoying neighbor began to show signs of attention to you. This was the reason for the beginning of a serious conversation between them. Another headache and even more. Eternal discontent, and therefore rivalry. A small fear that Cavecht would get to your heart began to penetrate your body like poison. Haytham didn't realize it himself when he looked at your sleeping body. All that remained in his memory was a picture of his own house and a surprised neighbor.

Kaveh was ready to throw a tantrum all over the neighborhood until he realized that if the kidnapping was solved, he would also be in trouble. Even if he didn't like it. From the darkest corners of consciousness, another side can sometimes break through, which not only approves of Alhaytham's actions, but is also ready to commit "wrong" actions itself. That's why he already had your used panties in his pocket. Their fragrance was intoxicating, like the taste of nectar for a bee. During masturbation, he pressed them to his nose and listened to your scent. Sometimes he put them on his penis, soaking it with his sperm. The realization came only after the high, when he felt really ashamed. Thanks to this, washing clothes always rested on Kaveh's shoulders, as the pleasure session became his shameful habit.

You are so used to their swearing that you did not notice how one of them practically decided the fate of your innocence. You may not like being with two partners at once, but a couple of tricks and manipulations should break your will. The secretary carefully prepared for this case by reading a large stack of literature on sexology and psychology. Thus, he knows the female body like the back of his hand.

Kave is more delicate in this matter. Despite the fact that he can't wait to enter your sweet hole, you still have feelings too. The guy carefully prepares for your connection until his patience breaks down and he practically starts eating you. After such a stormy night, their traces remain on the body. Most of all, Haytham hates looking at your marks left by another person. He will leave a lot more red spots during your date and stick into you much harder. At such moments, sex can be quite violent. It all depends on the mood.

From a moral point of view, such a relationship seems wrong, but you have absolutely nowhere to go. Sitting in four walls becomes boring every day. The guys know that you can't escape because you're afraid of going to jail. One day, Haytham brought a flyer with your face on it as proof that they were looking for you. But he did not mention that the inscription "Missing" was torn off at the bottom. The scribe's lies had a strong effect on you, which surprised Kaveh very much. He knew before how smart Alhaytham was, but to play on a person's mind like that. This gave him a reason to call his neighbor a monster.

After all, you wanted to go outside and check the situation. At least secretly, but for a walk. Maybe if you ask the guys carefully, they can arrange it somehow. Really?

[hikarry]

Crowley probably didn't keep any sort of direct contact with Warlock or the Dowling's after working as a tutor in the house, but I'm sure he still keeps an eye on Warlock from afar just to make sure he is doing alright because he is a sentimental lil snake that can't let go

Aziraphale didn't have that problem because he's not that great with kids anyway and he was just a gardener for most of the time. But Crowley was also the nanny. He raised the boy ever since he was a small kid and most definitely spent more time with him during Warlock's first 11 years than anyone else. Of course the softie would get attached

In the beginning, it had just been a job for the both of them. Another task to try and prevent the Apocalypse and save their way of living, but the line between pretending and being blurred quite fast. Pretending was easy. Hell, he's a demon. Pretending is part of the job to get temptations done. He is a pro with 6000 years of experience under his belt. But suddenly, he started caring. He started smiling when the tiny hands reached out to him. He relaxed when he swayed Warlock on his arms and sang him lullabies until the wee child fell asleep. He laughed when he carefully sat on the floor with his skirts and played with plastic dinosaurs to entertain the boy. He felt warm inside when the small child insisted on sitting on his lap when they were watching some stupid brain rotting cartoons on the telly. He felt slightly more alive when the kid held his hand and pulled him around enthusiastically on their trips to the observatory and Crowley had the chance to share random facts about the stars and the galaxy in general to two very interested ears. Yes, it was about saving the planet and swaying the child between being good and evil, but that wasn't just it, was it? Not when Warlock fell ill and Crowley stayed up all night to tend to him or when the kid had nightmares and he yelled for the nanny and not for his mother.

Crowley knew how to calm him down and how to make him laugh. He had a mental catalog of all his facial expressions and what they meant. He was right there before the child even started crying, picking him up, pulling him to his chest, and singing to him while caressing his hair because he knew that's what he needed. A little bit of attention he barely got from his parents. A little bit of love. Crowley, better than anyone else, knows what it is to have negligent parents, and he wouldn't let Warlock be tainted by that if he had anything to say about it. Alas, he saw a lot of himself in the kid.

Shit thing is, after the birthday party, he has no reason to see him anymore. He could keep visiting him as the Nanny or the Tutor but what when Warlock started questioning why he didn't age? Crowley wouldn't expose his demonic nature like he forcibly did with Adam

Cause yes I believe Adam has his number and they end up growing quite close after Armageddon. Not only cause Adam thinks Aziraphale and Crowley are hella cool but because Crowley delivered the boy, bloody hell! Sure he didn't look after him for 11 years like he did Warlock but he's still a softie! An "I had you in a basket in the back of my car when you were a new born. I delivered you to the nunnery where you would meet your parents" type of softie

He cares about Adam, but he low-key cares more about Warlock and its tragic that's exactly the boy he doesn't have a reason to be close to anymore

Bet every year on Warlock's birthday he goes check on him and sends a quick miracle his way before heading to Adam's birthday party

[russellsppttemplates]

finn and Max being insufferable because they are both sick at the same time

Cw: sickness

It began when Max picked Finn up from nursery, "his teacher warned there was a bug going around his classroom, a few of the kids didn't come in today because of it", he explained as he set his shoes aside along with the rest of his clothes he had worn throughout the day, grabbing the pyjamas he has texted you to have ready when they got home.

Surely enough, in the early hours in the morning, you were woken up by sounds of coughing and, checking to see that it wasn't your husband, you got up and went to check Finn's bedroom, seeing your little boy sitting up in bed, holding his favourite dinosaur teddy and coughing a lot, "hey, love, are you not feeling well?", you asked softly, sitting next to him and feeling for temperature on his warm neck.

"I don't feel good, mama", he muttered, "my throat hurts, too", he complained, rubbing the skin while you kissed his forehead, "Mama is going to get the medicine box, okay? I'll be right back", you noted, not wanting him to think you were leaving him for the night.

When you came back, you checked his temperature before correcting the dosage of medicine on the tiny syringe, "I know it doesn't taste the best, but it's going to make you feel better, I promise", you attempted, your poorly little boy not even resisting it too much as he opened his mouth to take the liquid in.

"Are you two okay? I only noticed you weren't in the bed now", you heard Max croak, his voice raspy and not only from sleep, "Finn has got a fever and his throat hurts", you added, "looks like we didn't miss the bug after all", you shrugged, looking at your husband in the lighting coming from the lamp, "you don't look to good either, Max".

"I don't feel that great", he chuckled, "I think I ate something that didn't settle well", he squinted, "go back to bed and rest, love. I think I'll spend the night here with him", you soflty asked, seeing Max approach you two to kiss Finn's head, "get well soon buddy, papa is going to rest for a little bit and hopefully we will be good as new tomorrow", he said, kissing your shoulder and walking back to your shared bedroom.

By the time the morning arrived, with Finn sleeping on your chest, you could hear Max struggling, "I think I've caught whatever he as, too", Max groaned as he sat in bed, "my body aches, my throat has something in it", he complained. Checking for his temperature, you handed him the meds, "come on, take them", you threatened, "Finn is going very well at taking his medications, so you, a grown up, should be able to do that just fine!".

Leaving Finn with Max in your bed, you went downstairs to prepare some chicken soup, hoping to make your boys feel better. When you arrived back in the room, Finn was asleep on Max's chest, your husband brushing his tiny locks, "he finally fell asleep after we watched some cartoons", he whispered, "are you feeling better?", you asked.

"I feel like this is the worst sickness I've ever had", he groaned, making you chuckle at his dramatic antics. You had seen him bent over a toilet while a doctor prescribed medicine for a stomach bug during race weekend, so you knew he was just being a big baby.

"You will be fine, both of you", you reasoned, "I have some warm soup, cuddles to give and what I hope is a good immune system so I won't be next", you smiled, opening the covers so you could join your boys.

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[pyrodolls]

i loved you from the start (raiden x gn! reader)

warnings: none!

summary: just a pure sfw story of raiden having a crush on the reader. (gender neutral, only pronouns used are “you”)

a/n: yeah so. remember when i used to be a havik account? LMAOO sorry i think raiden is very laufey coded and he’s so wholesome in mk1 :> anyways this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 days i'm so glad i finally let it out of the basement

“hi y/n! it’s great to see you. lovely weather we have today, right?” raiden greeted, with his signature bright smile.

raiden was well beloved in your village, and everyone always appreciated his and kung lao’s efforts as farmers to help the village thrive. you were never very close to him, but you still respected him.

"thanks, raiden. yeah, the weather's been real nice lately. i'm glad i can finally walk outside without my skin boiling." you sighed.

raiden laughed. "indeed. i'm glad the weather's been going easy on you."

"i suppose so. what about you? i can imagine you aren't very comfortable working under the burning sun. has it been better for you these past few days?" you asked.

you both continued your little banter for a couple hours, just walking around the village with no particular destination. but little did you know, he had the biggest crush on you, and he was ecstatic that he could finally talk to you.

it was because he was usually very shy around you. he gets quiet when there's nobody else around, it was usually you two being together in awkward silence. but today was different. he woke up that morning wanting to talk to you. he immediately got himself freshened up and went around the village to find you with his newfound courage. he was glad his day with you went well and he didn't mess up or say anything weird.

"it's getting dark. the time went by so fast, but i didn't even notice because i was having such a fun time talking to you." you admitted.

"well, i suppose time goes by when you're having fun." raiden smiled.

you chuckled. "yeah.. i guess so."

you both stood in silence for a bit, neither of you wanting to go home.

"you should get home now. it's getting late." raiden advised. he didn't really want to see you go, but he also wanted you to stay safe.

"okay.. goodnight raiden. i'll see you tomorrow." you said, before placing a kiss on his cheek and walking away.

raiden stood there for a solid minute, frozen where he stood. did that really just happen? is he dreaming? he hoped he wasn't.

he walked home with a cheeky grin on his face, and even went to sleep with that same grin. that moment where you kissed him replayed in his head over and over until he finally fell asleep.

that next morning, unfortunately he couldn't immediately talk to you. he had to go back to work. but he was okay with that. he knew once he was done, he can go talk to you again and maybe even offer to take you out for a nice dinner. he was tired of just looking at you from afar, yearning for more than friendship. he was tired of not having the courage to make a move, fearing rejection. he was tired of being completely head over heels for you, and never doing anything about it. he was always feeling as if cupid himself shoots an arrow through his heart every time he speaks to you. he had to do something now.

"you seem happy today. is there something exciting about our harvest?" kung lao scoffed, noticing his best friend's excitement as they worked.

"the harvest? no, not really." raiden replied.

"oh? so if it's not the harvest... is it a special someone? ooh, does someone have a crush?" kung lao teased, playfully elbowing raiden.

"w-what? no.. i mean.. maybe.. how did you know?" raiden stammered.

"i saw you walking around the village with someone yesterday. is that who it is?" kung lao asked.

raiden blushed, hiding his face with his hat.

kung lao laughed. "oooh, i wanna meet this person! let me see if you two are a match made in heaven."

when they got done with their work, they both immediately went to find you. when they found you at madam bo's, kung lao was ecstatic.

"hello there! y/n, is it? raiden talks about you all the time." kung lao greeted. raiden elbowed him.

"oh really," you laughed. "i'm flattered, raiden."

raiden loved hearing you laugh. it was like a sign that you were pleased by something he said or did. there are many things he would do for your approval or just to make you laugh. even if it slightly makes him look like a fool.

"it's such a coincidence you both found me here. you know, raiden and i talked almost all day yesterday. it was very fun." you shared. after hearing what you said, kung lao had a mischevious grin on his face and raiden blushed.

"oh really? that sounds like lots of fun. wanna tell me more, raiden?" kung lao teased.

"i- uh... um.. i have to excuse myself to the restroom." raiden stammered, running off.

you looked over to kung lao, in confusion. "what was that all about?"

kung lao laughed. "i think raiden has a crush on you!"

"me? really?" you asked.

kung lao shrugged. "but you didn't hear it from me. i'll leave you two alone to figure it out."

you sat there, confused, as kung lao left.

"hey, y/n, sorry about that. i guess i ate something weird." raiden laughed. he was lying. he didn't even touch the toilet. he had paced around the restroom nervously until he gained the courage to come back. he sat down across from you, hoping you wouldn't question it.

you laughed. "your friend says you're interested in me."

raiden blushed. "me? uh.. i.. don't know what he is talking about."

you smiled at how flustered he became all the sudden. "no worries, raiden. i am interested in you too."

his eyes widened in surprise. "you are?"

you nodded. he let out a sigh of relief.

"in that case.. how about i buy you some food? we're already in madam bo's. might as well enjoy a nice dinner." raiden offered.

"i would love to." you replied. you both ended up enjoying the food, and became closer that night. surprisingly, raiden was thankful that his friend exposed him. if kung lao never revealed raiden's feelings to you, he wouldn't have such a wonderful significant other now. (kung lao is forcing you two to offer him free food at your future wedding just because he's the reason you two are together.)

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ - ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

Requested by: @mwizzle42

Warnings: none I believe.

(This scene will be a bit different)

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Y/N was running around the woods since she has been seeing Edward's presence, She never knew why or how if she wasn't even close with him.! It confused her a lot when he left and she started seeing his figure follow her around. She saw that it only followed her when she was going to do something reckless.. so here she was going to cliff dive, the pack had always told her it's fun yet dangerous if not done right but she couldn't care less.

There she found herself at the cliff but there was someone else there..? Y/N took a few steps forward and saw that it was Bella, "strange" she thought to herself, Y/N then saw Bella jump and her eyes widened

"is this hoe crazy.?!" Y/N'S mind was going 100 miles per hour and without no thought she jumped in after her and before she did she saw Edward's figure telling her "Don't do this", Y/N then looked at the figure "Nuh uh I'm doing it.! You don't control what I do." Yes Y/N probably looked crazy talking to a figure who she saw but probably wasn't there.

Right then and there Y/N jumped off...

Y/N then fell into the aggressive body of water and she resurfaced and saw Bella struggling to keep her head up because she got knocked down a big wave, Y/N then swam to her and yelled out "Yo I got you.!" Y/N then grabbed onto her arm trying to swim them out, Then a huge wave came and pushed the two of them underwater and because Bella was panicking she accidentally pushed herself and Y/N against a rock hitting their heads.

Everything went dark and only bubbles left her body..

Y/N started to regain consciousness as she felt oxygen in her body, she then turned her body to the side and coughed up water, she then heard someone's voice

"shit.! You had me worried N/N I thought you died on me.!!" Jacob then cupped her cheeks while speaking to her he was relieved she was still alive. Y/N then croaked out “Sorry..” Jacob then looked at her with empathy “It’s ok no need to be sorry” Jacob then took her in his arms carrying her in bridal style as Bella who was much better than Y/N’S physical state just followed behind the two to Jacob’s truck.

Jacob drove Y/N and Bella to Emily’s and Jacob helped Y/N walk inside Emily’s house and helped her sit down at the table, the three of them then greeted Emily, “what happened to you two?” There was a hint of worry in Emily’s voice, Y/N was about to speak when she got cut-off by Bella “I jumped off a cliff and then I saw Y/N follow behind me” Emily then sighed “you girls are drenched let me get you some spare clothes.

As Emily left to get clothes there was howls of laughter the pack came back from patrol, when they boys entered the house Sam obviously went to go look for his imprint and then Embry saw Y/N “yooo what happened to you and vampire girl?” Y/N then smiled at Embry “This girl thought it was a bright idea to jump off a cliff and my dumbass thought it was a great idea to go after her” Y/N said laughing a little.

The boys then went to the living room and kept talking and playing around, Emily then came with two spare jeans and a two long sleeve shirts and then the two girls went to go change.

Jacob, Y/N and Bella stayed at Emily’s for a while and ate at Emily’s place because come on? Who doesn’t love Emily’s cooking, After a little it was dark outside and then Jacob and the two girls said there farewells and walked to Jacob’s truck to head home, Jacob was in the drivers seat and Y/N was in the middle and Bella was beside Y/N having the window seat, Y/N spaced out the whole car ride to Bella’s house Y/N would shiver here and there and placed her hands under her shirt for warmth, Jacob took notice and wrapped his arm around her shoulder since his abnormal warm body warmed Y/N up quickly.

During the car ride Y/N fell asleep on Jacob’s shoulder and she abruptly got woken up by Jacob and Bella arguing, Y/N then felt Jacob’s warm body leave her side and she sighed seeing he was chasing her like always, Y/N then saw Carlisle’s car and she was surprised since supposedly to Bella the Cullen’s had left and she grew depressed over that, Y/N then saw and heard how Jacob told Bella about him not being able to protect her.

Shivering Y/N got out the car and pulled on his shoulder “Jake.. let her go it’s obvious she’s not going to listen to you.” Jacob then looked at Y/N “No.! I have to get her away from those leeches as fast as I can.!” Y/N then sighed getting a bit annoyed “Jacob you can’t help it.! She’s in love with them.! Have you not noticed? Just let her go Jacob and if she’s the one for you then you would’ve imprinted by now.!” Jacob then looked at Y/N dumbfounded and sort of saddened.

Y/N just huffed in annoyance as she started walking to her house since it was probably only a 20 minute walk, Jacob was torn between going after Y/N or Bella and after a few seconds of wondering he ran after Y/N, Jacob then got in his truck and drove to were Y/N was walking he then put his window down “Wait Y/N I’m sorry please let me take you home…” Y/N then stopped to think about it and then she got in his truck.

Y/N was mad at herself for giving in so easily but there she was in the passenger seat of his truck, Jacob then cleared his throat “I’m sorry” Y/N then furrowed her eyebrows “for what?” Jacob then put his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him “for being blind” Y/N then turned her head to look at his face not realizing he had stopped since they got to her house, “Jake what do you mean I’m like hella confused” Jake then sighed.

Jacob then faced her the two of them really close to each other “I was blind Y/N I was to focused on Bella and I didn’t worry about you that much so I’m sorry for not paying attention to you much” Y/N then blinked multiple times while staring into his eyes, she then looked down to her hand when he grabbed it “Y/N I’ll always be here for you I’ll never leave your side ever again..” Y/N then gave him a soft smile and unconsciously they both leaned in closing the gap between them and their lips met each other.

Jacob then cupped her cheek and Y/N had her hand on the back of his head as they kissed softly and passionately the kiss was full of love until they got interrupted by a knock on his car window and it was Y/N’S mom, Y/N then pulled away sheepishly and kissed his cheek and said her farewells and as her mom dragged her away she smiled at him and waved as he sat in his truck and drove away…

Jacob was whipped and so was she….</3

I hope this story was good.!!

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Case 143 (1)

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Reader

Genre: Protective au

Warnings: None yet

Word Count: 1.6k

“Can we ever do anything without it ending in an argument?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“I don't even know what we're arguing about.” Mark, your boyfriend, laughs.

“That's part of the problem. You never seem to realize when you do something wrong. There's no way you can't see that every single one of our problems has to do with something you've done or said.” You say back.

“What did I do this time?” He scoffs.

“You gave that girl your number!” You yell. “We've been dating for over a year.”

“Okay? She wants to be friends.” He says back, sitting on his couch.

You shake your head. “No, no no no. I'm done. This is done, we're done. I can't do it anymore.” You sigh. “It's exhausting, you're exhausting and you just don't care. So I'm gonna go. It was.. whatever. Don't call me.” You spit, walking out his front door, with no intention of looking back.

As you're walking the streets, you pass by happy looking couples, ones laughing together, holding hands, just being genuinely in love, and you wish that's what you had. You wished that Mark had wanted to put as much effort into the relationship as you, but that wasn't the case and you absolutely shouldn't have put up with him as long as you did. Your parents taught you better than that but you thought that maybe, at some point he would grow up and change, but that seems like it will never happen. While you're walking, you can feel your phone vibrating constantly in your pocket. You pull it out, look at the ID and roll your eyes. You hold down the button, turning your phone off completely. You weren't in the mood to deal with his shit tonight. Tomorrow, you will meet up with him to remind him you've ended things officially but tonight, you had some ice cream in your freezer and a new drama to catch up on, which was great, until you fell asleep in front of the TV, and half of your ice cream melted all over the place.

When you woke up in the morning, you cleaned yourself up, turned on your phone and cringed at the amount of missed calls you had from Mark, you only managed to listen to three of the multiple voicemails he left, before you wanted to smash your phone. But instead, you dialed his number and impatiently waited for him to answer.

“Y/N.” He gasps. “Finally, I thought you died.”

“I turned my phone off.” You sigh. “Look, let's meet up, the coffee shop I like.” You say.

“What time?” He asks.

“In 20 minutes.” You say before hanging up the phone. You quickly get dressed and get yourself ready before heading out the door, knowing it takes you at least 10 minutes to walk there.

You get there, exactly 20 minutes after your call with Mark. You order your coffee, sitting at one of the tables outside as you wait for Mark to show up, and he does, eventually.

“You're late.” You say as he sits down across from you.

“I ran into some people. I'm sorry babe.” He says, crossing his arms.

“First of all, I ended things last night, so don't call me babe.” You tell him.

“I didn't think you were actually serious.” He laughs. “We're not breaking up.” He deadpans.

“We are, and we have broken up. I'm not doing this anymore, Mark. You don't care about me, you don't respect me or our relationship, and frankly I'm just done with it.” You explain.

“I'm not accepting that.” He says.

“You do whatever you wanna do. But I'm out of this relationship. So you better learn to accept it.” You say, grabbing your coffee, getting up from the table. “Goodbye, Mark.” You say, walking away.

“Y/N!” Mark calls out after you. “Don't walk away from me. Y/N.” He says, following behind you.

You keep your head straight, looking forward, not engaging in any sort of conversation with him.

“Y/N.” He calls out again. “Y/N. Please.”

After 10 blocks, you couldn't take it anymore.

“Mark! Stop!” You yell, turning around to face him. “Leave me alone! Stop following me, stop talking to me, it's over!” You finish.

“No! We need to work this out!” He says.

“No!” You yell, trying to turn back around but Mark grabs your wrist, pulling you back to him.

“Hey!” A voice yells. “I believe she told you to leave her alone.” The man says, pulling Mark's hand off of your wrist.

“Why don't you mind your business?” Mark snaps, taking his hand away from the man.

“Well, you kinda make it everyone's business when you yell at her on the sidewalk.” He snaps. He places his hand on Mark's chest to push him away from you. “She asked you to stop, so just go.”

Mark looks past the man, glaring at you. “I'll come over later and we can talk about it.” Mark says, turning around to walk away.

“Don't come over. We're over!” You yell as he walks away.

You let out a big sigh of relief, looking at the handsome man standing in front of you. “Thank you for that..” you pause.

“Jeongin.” He says. “Yang Jeongin.”

“Well thank you, Jeongin. I'm Y/N.” You smile.

“Are you okay?” Jeongin asks you.

“Yeah.” You smile. “I broke up with him last night and obviously he's not taking it very well.”

“Good luck.” Jeongin tells you. “And please, be safe.” He smiles, walking away from you.

You smile to yourself as you walk towards your apartment, feeling lighter. You really hoped that Mark would not show up at your house tonight, but that was absolutely wishful thinking.

“Y/N!” You hear him slur. You open your eyes, barely, looking at your clock.

“Its fucking 1:43am, Mark.” You snap, stomping to your front door. You rip it open, seeing a very disheveled Mark standing in front of you, hiccuping, the smell of vodka pouring out of the pores on his face.

“You're drunk.” You groan.

“I miss you.” He whimpers.

“Oh my god, go home.” You say, going to close the door.

“I'm so tired, Y/N.” He whines.

“Fine, you can come and sleep on the couch.” You murmur, pulling him inside. You push him down onto the couch, taking his shoes off before helping him lay down and covering him with a blanket.

You crawled back into your own bed, struggling to fall back asleep, leaving you to toss and turn for the rest of the night, until it was finally time to get up in the morning.

“Mark.” You yell as you pass by him on the couch. “Get up and get out.”

“Y/N.” He groans. “A little sympathy please.”

“I'm fresh out, sorry. Get your shoes on and go, and leave me the hell alone.” You spit. “I'm serious Mark.”

“Yeah.. yeah okay.” He grunts, sitting up on the couch. He shuffles to the door, slipping on his shoes before turning back to look at you. You're turned away from him, facing your kitchen. You were tired and tired of him, you didn't want one last look, you wanted one last nothing with him. You wished him the best but by himself and you hoped he would stop calling.

And he did, for a few days at least.

Exactly one week since you had ended things, you were walking along the street when your phone began incessantly buzzing, again. You really hoped it wasn't Mark but you're wrong. You ignore the call this time, and the next call, and the next call. No matter how much you try to ignore it, the consistent vibrating was beginning to drive you insane and you felt like you were going to rip your hair out.

“Y/N?” You hear. You look up with tears in your eyes, seeing Jeongin standing there with a concerned look on his face. “You okay?”

“He won't stop calling.” You whisper, glancing down at your phone, seeing Mark's name flash on your screen.

“Here.” Jeongin says, holding out his hand for your phone.

“Hello?” Jeongin answers.

“Who's this?” Mark asks.

“Didn't I tell you last week to leave her alone?” Jeongin asks.

“What the hell are you doing answering my girlfriend's phone?” Mark asks.

“Pretty sure she's not your girlfriend.” Jeongin chuckles. “And we've been hanging out.”

“Man, stay out of our business. Give Y/N the phone.” Mark snaps.

“She doesn't want to talk to you. And honestly, neither do I, so I'm gonna hang up and if you call her again then I'm gonna block you.” Jeongin says, hanging up the phone. He hands it back to you with a smile on his face.

You can't help but laugh at his conversation with Mark. “Thank you, again.” You sigh. “I really appreciate it.”

“Can I see your phone again?” Jeongin asks. You hand it over to him, unlocked. “This.. is my number, if he tries anything again, please call me.” Jeongin says.

“Jeongin.. you really don't have too..” you pause.

“I know but I want to. I also wanted to see if you maybe wanted to get a drink with me?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Right now?” You ask.

“Yeah right now.” He chuckles.

“I'd love to.” You smile. The two of you start walking towards the bar, smiling widely like an idiot. You look down at your phone then back at Jeongin. “He's calling again.” You say. Jeongin smiles, grabbing your phone. “I'm gonna block him, or else he's going to ruin our first date.”

[wonton4rang]

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that's not how this works.

pairing: sungho x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, mentions of cheating.

summary: based on charlie puth's song 'that's not how it works', with some changes because yes. basically cheater coming back and sungho fucking the shit out of you < 3

note: small thought i had to get out, wrote this in like 15 min, did not check anything so it might have typos but omg sungho is soooo hot 😭😭😭

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sungho was never the type to sleep around, he is a very relationship centered boy, he loved to have something stable with an specific person to woke up to and think about when things were getting heavy on his daily life.

he loved to have dates, go to the park and sit down on a mat while you ate whatever and talked about everything while laughing like it was the funniest thing. he loved to stay late nights at your place and kiss you for so long you both wouldn't even notice when you fell asleep until you woke up the other morning with the boy arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder while cuddled you from the back.

it was all so lovely. so endearing and everyone, including yourselves could see this long term.

that until you messed up.

sungho couldn't believe his eyes the day he was texting you while walking down the street, smiling like a dummy to his phone screen.

"i miss you so much, baby, can i make you dinner at my place today?" sungho typed.

"awww, i miss you so much too, sungho :( but i can't today, i have so much work to do with the finals. i'm so sorry..."

and sungho was not even going to complain, the opposite, in fact, he was going to offer you help or at least offer to send you food to your place for you to study in peace.

but he got distracted when he heard your voice a few meters away, you were standing in front of that cafe you both loved so much with your phone on your hands, apparently waiting for his answer and he just smiled candidly at your sight.

he loved you so much.

right before he could lift his hand and call your name another person joined the frame, making him frown his eyebrows when the boy held your waist and you just looked at him with a wide smile, putting your phone away and walking down the street with the other male holding your hand.

and he wasn't even mad right now, he was just confused as to what the fuck just happened. he might've got it wrong, right? maybe that boy was a family member or a close friend, not necessarily a lover, right?

oh, boy. sungho was trying by all means to make this a misunderstanding.

sad thing for him it wasn't. cause when you guys met the next day and he mentioned that he saw you at the cafe, you went pale, your hands shaking and you suddenly stuttering a lot with every word you said.

at the end he just called it quits after a few weeks of you ignoring him and his words whenever he brought the subject up.

changing the subject with a "oh my god, not this again, babe, i already explained this. i don't wanna talk about it"

but as much as sungho loved you, he wasn't a fan of cheaters or toxic environments so he just broke up with you, not giving you much details but his words being very blunt and explicit.

"i've loved you for many years but i can't be in a relationship were i am the only one committed. i don't like cheaters and i no longer feel comfortable with you. i wish you the best, thank you for everything you gave me"

and he was truly thankful because even though he cried like a baby for a whole month while going to sleep, ignoring your messages and not picking up your calls, he was thankful for the good moments and the bad ones too. he got great memories and a good lesson.

what he didn't expect was you in front of his apartment when he came back from college that night, looking so sorry but he knew better than that so he just passed by your side and opened his door without saying a thing, barely reacting when you pushed him away and got inside his house.

"what are you doing here? i thought i was clear when i said i didn't wanna see you anymore" he said still standing on his door frame, making space for you to leave as he said: "go away"

"i've missed you so much, i'm... i'm so sorry, sungho, i made a mistake and i-"

"we already talked about this, y/n" his voice sounded tired, he was in fact, because he couldn't believe you were so shameless to show up to him like this right when he was getting over you. "i don't care about your excuses, we are not a thing anymore"

"but we could be"

"no, we couldn't"

"but i-"

"you're not gonna leave?"

"please just let me talk"

"i already left you talk and all you could say was bullshit, y/n, i'm done with you, i don't want to be with you anymore and i sincerely hope you could understand that because you hurt me, okay?"

"why you gotta be so hot when you're mad?" sungho just chuckled, closing the door behind him and looking at you with his tilted head, bottom lip between his teeth and his expression yelling 'what am i supposed to do with you?', and honestly, you were up for anything.

"you gonna do the same to him too?" was all he said, swallowing when you got close to him, caressing his shoulders with a sly smile that made him tense.

"we broke up"

and even though sungho tried to play it nice, he wanted to be the bigger person so bad, he just wanted to keep it healthy. but here you were, too close to be apart and too hot to be ignored.

sungho was a weak man.

so he just took you in for a kiss, but not the soft type as you guys were used to, he grabbed the back of your head to press your lips harder and your arms hugged his waist to get closer.

you guys were just so hungry for each other.

sungho's hands were all over your body, holding your hips, your shoulders and then your face, his tongue getting in your mouth and making your pussy leak cause he knew how you liked it.

it didn't take him long to walk against you, your back pressing against the boy's bedroom door before he opened it and threw you on the bed. your eyes were sparkling when you looked at him take his shirt off and lay upon you to continue the kiss.

your legs were open and sungho's hips kept rolling against your clothed cunt, making you tremble and moan during the kiss, your nails pressing on the skin of his wide back and making him groan too.

"fuck, i need you" he said before attacking your neck, playing with your sanity when he started moaning against your skin, leaving long trails with his mouth before he looked you in the eye. "can i?"

and there was a reason you were there at night.

you just nodded and felt him unbuckling your pants, caressing the skin on your thighs when he pulled them down with your panties.

his eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, licking his lips before shaking his head to come back to his senses. he wanted to eat you out so bad but he knew he shouldn't, not right now. he had to fuck you.

and so he did.

he unbuckled his own pants and pulled out his dick, sliding it between your wet folds and making your legs shake a bit at the feeling. damn, you really missed it. but it got even better when he finally pressed his head in your entrance, looking at you like you were the most delicious meal, foxy eyes being slightly covered by his hair and his lips looking so wet that it made you clench your pussy. he was, in fact, the most delicious meal you ever got.

"you have condoms?" he inquired and you just denied with your head, your hands pressing on his back.

"please, get in" sungho kinda pulled back at that because he was not used to fuck you without protection, but you held him close and looked at him with that bright eyes that made him weak "please"

not a single word left his lips when he was pushing inside and once he got in, you had to arch your back, moaning at the stretch, sungho was definitely gifted, not huge but a nice size and width. and the best part was that he actually knew how to use it.

he held your hips and thrusted in a few times before actually starting to moan himself, biting his lip and your hands tangled in his hair, gosh, he loved when you did that.

his weight dropped a little bit in top of you, his lips moving quickly to find yours and start a desperate kiss while his hips kept speeding up, making your body move against the sheets and your hair get all messed up.

but you really didn't mind to be messed up, not when it was sungho the one who messed you up.

and he knew that. everyone fucking knew that.

"you feel so good, sungho" you muttered when he left your lips and hid his face on your neck, crying a little bit out of pleasure there and making your pussy clench "fuck, you're so hot"

"stop saying that" but you know he loved it, his body spoke for him the things his words were denying "my god, you're so wet and warm"

"just for you"

"you suck me in s-so well" he continued, this time leaving your neck to look at you while he pounded your tight cunt "perfect for my dick, and just my dick, right, baby?"

"yes, i'm only yours, please"

and to be honest you both were edging at this point, so you just left yourself go and started matching sungho's thrusts to chase your own high, smiling when his hand grabbed softly around your neck, hard enough to make you feel the rush but not as hard to hurt you.

"i'm cumming" he announced and even though you thought he may want to pull out, he didn't, instead he pressed himself so deep in your pussy that you shaked when you felt him in your cervix.

"dammit" you moaned when the warm liquid filled you, making you feel so dirty, full and even wetter that it made your orgasm arrive while sungho's softly grinded his hips against your clit "oh god, w-wait"

"i know you fucking love it"

and you did.

but it was kinda sad though because as soon as you came, he pulled out, started putting his pants back on and looking for his shirt on the bedroom floor.

you looked at him confused because he never, and i mean NEVER, left you like that after having sex, where was the after care? he didn't even kiss you or said you did well.

the next thing was what actually made you snap, him giving you your pants with a serious look in his face.

"what?" his voice was neutral, no feeling on it, not happiness, not anger, nothing.

"what's wrong?" you said while you took your pants and looked at him, you were still full of his cum, he didn't even pass you a tissue or a paper towel to clean yourself.

"about what? ain't you leaving?"

"sungho, what the fuck is this?" the sound of anger in your voice made sungho look at you confused while you put your pants on "we just had sex, why are you treating me like this?"

"we are not dating, i was pretty clear about that"

"but we just..." he just stayed put, listening to whatever you were going to say "i thought we made up"

"wow, for real? i'm not that easy though" and you damn knew his words had a double meaning when he just looked at you and laughed "anyways, get out of my apartment, let's get you a taxi, it's late"

and you couldn't say anything against it, he was right, you guys were not together, he never said he'll forgive you and, to be honest, you kinda had it coming.

but you tried one last time before he left your side once you got in the taxi.

"sungho, i am really sorry, he is not as good as you and i... i honestly miss you so much, can't we just try again?"

"you know that's not how it works, y/n. did you really break up with him before coming here?" you went silent and he got his answer "yeah, i thought so. i don't fuck with cheaters, pun intended, you can't be coming over or calling me each time you feel lonely or he fucks up"

"but i-"

"i don't deserve that. and neither does he" he cut you up and it was basically game over "get her home safe, sir, please"

the taxi man just nodded and the car finally left, you feeling like the worst person in the world while you texted your current boyfriend that you were going home.

sungho just watched the car go and smiled for himself because he knew you'll come back but this time it won't be the same as before.

because now sungho knew the drill. he was just wishing on a star that he would be able to push you away when you came back because that's not how it was supposed to work.

[nottinmyheart]

"I deserved it."

Theo Nott/Brothers bsf x Reader/Malfoy

Part two of "She just fell"

Fluff? Kissing

Writers note: I'm really loving writing and the moment and would love people's feedback on this current 'series,' I guess. But, I enjoyed writing this so much. Love yall!

Summary: When both you and Theo are struggling to get any sleep, it turns out you both have the same place in mind. Feelings are finally confessed, but what will happen now?

Entering the great hall, which was now overflowing with people bussying to get seated with their food, you couldn't help but feel your heart leap into your throat. Of course you had previously been back to your dorm before making your way over, and you had taken that time to make yourself presentable once more, but the thought of everyone's eyes on you never left your head. Obviously everyone's eyes weren't on you since they were all busy doing other things, but not to your knowledge, one person's tempting eyes had been locked onto your nervous, fidgeting figure as soon as you had entered the hall.

As Pansy and Luna rushed to grab some of the delicious feast that was currently being served, you awkwardly stood in silence, brushing your gaze over the clusters of slytherins, searching for one curly haired brunette imperticular. Having lost your appetite hours ago, there was not much point even being there, but your friends had insisted on you coming as it was, in their words, "Good exposure." Plus, you couldn't go back on your promise.

Having had found a place to seat yourselves, you caught a glimpse of Theodore sitting with his friends.. and your brother. Your eyes instantly met his, causing your heart beat to quicken, and it truly felt like there was something pulling the two of you closer together. You both sat there for a few minutes just admiring eachothers features from across the room. You felt at peace, like there wasn't anyone else in the great hall, but that didn't last very long as Theodore ripped his eyes from yours when Matteo, who was sat beside him looking annoyed, hit I'm across the back.

"THEO!" Matteo yelped, bringing Theoodores stare away from you and his thoughts back to the present. He stared at his friends' with those beautiful dead eyes of his, "Huh?" Was his only response. "Dude, we've been tryna talk to you for the last 5 minutes! What are you even looking a -" He quickly silenced himself as he followed Theos gaze, which was once more set on you and your small group of friends. A massive grin spread across his face, but before he could open his mouth to say something stupid (or something true that could alert Draco), Theo desperately, but discretely, kicked him under the table. That thankfully seemed to send Matteo the message. Quickly changing the subject before the rest of them could catch on, Theo began discussing quidditch practices. "Right, well, if we want to beat them next week, then we just have to be better. It's simpl-" "Are you alright, mate?" Enzo spoke up, seemingly worried. "What? Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Theo was beginning to feel anxious at the thought of him not being as secretive about his feelings for you as he thought he was. "Nothing, it's just you seem.. off. Has something happened?" Before Theo could reply, Blaze interjected, "yeah." He agreed."You're in your own world or something. " Theo had now become somewhat flustered by the accusations that were being thrown his way. "Look, guys, I'm fine, I'm just.. tired. " It was a blatant lie and thry could all tell, but to Theo's relief, nobody seemed to push the subject further.

As night fell and everyone was peacefully asleep in their dorms, you lay there, awake and cold. It was nearing the end of winter, so the temperatures had dropped drastically, and although you had covers on the end of your bed, you just couldn't bring yourself to get up and fetch them. You led there for atleast half an hour longer before you couldn't bare it any longer and came to the conclusion that you weren't going to get any sleep anytime soon so the second best thing would be to visit the astronomy tower.

In hindsight, not changing out of your pyjamas beforehand was probably not the smartest idea, as that decision led to you shivering the whole walk. You debated going back and changing out of your shorts and top but decided against it as you were already nearing the end of the staircase and there was no way in hell you would waste that time just to come back again and be exhausted.

Theodore, who also couldn't sleep at all that night due to how many overwhelming thoughts had been racing through his mind constantly, decided the only thing that was going to get him through this night was to have a smoke break. There was only one place Theodore liked to go when he needed to relax or clear his mind, and that place was the astronomy tower.

Walking towards his destination, Theodore still could not rid his mind of thoughts of you. There was one time in 3rd year where he was convinced you must have been dosing his food with armontesia, but being the smart boy he was, he decided not to confront you and rather look into it in the library. That year he spent months visiting the library at night just to read about the affects of the potion he suspected you were using on him, but after realising there was no way he had been experiencing the same symptoms, he finally accepted that maybe.. just maybe.. he had really fallen deeply in love with Y/N Malfoy.

As you sat with your legs dangling off the edge of the tower, you decided to just allow your thoughts to wander the possibilities of what it would be like if Theodore precipitated the feelings you felt so strongly for him. Deep down, you knew there was no use in doing this as it was only fueling your delusions which was what your friends had told you countless times, but it was still nice to have that slither of hope. You had loved him for over 5 years now, and it didn't seem to be going anywhere over the 'we know of each other' line. But the way he didn't take Dracos side it just.. - Before you could question it further, you heard footsteps in the distance that seemed to be closing in on your location. When you turned your body to see who could be coming, who else would be stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall with his hands stuffed into his pockets, but the man you had just been endlessy thinking about. Theodore Nott.

You both just stared at each other for a while, getting lost in the eyes and beauty of one another before the silence was broken by his deep, husky voice, "May i join you?" Yes yes a million times yes you thought but if you said anything along the lines of that you knew your chances with him would be out the window along with him who would probably think you are a total weirdo, so instead you replied softly, almost a whisper, "sure".

Theodore couldn't believe it. The exact girl he came up there to stop thinking about was sat innocently in front of him. Of course, he wasn't complaining, nor did he want to be anywhere else in the castle, in the world other than sat next to you. He tried his best to keep his cool and lifted himself off of the wall to your side. Dropping to your height, he observed every moonlit feature across your expression, which he was yet to decipher. He didn't know how to begin a conversation until he noticed you shiver under his gaze.

"You're cold." He murmured, it was more of a statement than a question, and it sent chills down your spine, which led you to shiver once more. Before you could reply with anything, he had already removed his robe and lent over you to drape it over your bare shoulders. You honestly had no idea how to react or respond, but you managed to say a shy "Thank you, Theodore."

"Theo.. I mean, you can call me Theo." He hesitated, "if you want to, of course." You giggled at that, in all your time you had known Theodore, he had never once acted so unsure or shy infront of anyone, let alone a girl. I mean he was literally one of the schools major flirts and EVERYONE or every girl was head over heels for him, except from your little group of friends who had known about your crush on him for years. "Okay, Theo."

"I'm sorry," He said with an extreme look of guilt on his face, and you could see the vulnerability flicker in his gaze. But you were also extremely confused as to why, or what, he was apologising for. "For what, Theo?" The way his name rolled of your tongue felt so natural, and he couldn't get enough it. "Well, you know, for letting Draco speak to you like that. In such a foul manner." He sounded so sincere, and it broke you. "Oh Theo, it's not your fault at all. You did defend me somewhat, and, anyways, it was my fault. I deserved it." You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth because the change in Theo's demeanour was instant, but you could've never guessed what he said next. "Your fault? Y/N, amore mio, never say that again." His voice was stern but also soft, and you felt your heart rate increase further, if that was even possible. He continued, "You didn't deserve any of that. You could never do anything to deserve to be called such horrible names." His expression visibly changed to one of pure disgust as he recalled the memory that had been repeating through his head all day. But he wasn't done yet, "you are the most thoughtful and understanding person I have ever met, your beauty is one of pure magnificence and you should never be made to feel as if you are the problem.. because Y/N.. you could never be a problem."

Knowing this was his only chance to be completely honest with you and express his feelings he spoke, extemly quietly, "I like you Y/N" You weren't even sure if you had heard what he had just said correctly but when he repeated it once more "I really, truly like you" you thought you must be in a dream.

Hearing his words and the pure vulnerability in his tone stunned you. Not having any response that could convey how much what he had just said meant to you, all you could do was sit there and stare into his loving eyes, which were now filled with nothing but adoration. "It's okay if you don't feel the same way Y/N, I just couldn't go on without letting you know how I feel." You were still stunned. But as the words he had just spoken to you processed through your mind, which was scrambling for a response, you decided to just move towards him.

And within seconds, your lips had connected with his in a loving, heart-felt kiss. As your hands made their way to his hair, the kiss deepened. He reached for the back of your neck in one frisk movement. He positioned you head upwards further towards him. You couldn't believe what was happening. The boy of your dreams was currently passionately kissing you in your favourite place after confessing his feelings for you.

Little did you know that Theo was feeling just as dazed as you currently were. He thought he must have hit his head or something because this was something straight out of one of his fantasies.

You suddenly felt a large hand on your lower back, and before you knew it, you had been positioned to sit on Theo's lap, and you couldn't get enough of this night. Breaking free from the kiss, you rested your four head on his and stared right into those gorgeous eyes that you had dreamt about so many times. They were even more stunning up close. Theodore chuckled, a deep growl almost as he carresed your jaw with his leathery yet soft fingers, connecting his lips to your neck, "You have no idea what you do to me cara mia" You found that somewhat amusing and giggled in response, "Oh Theo, I've loved you for so long."

As the night led on, you and Theo sat at the top of the astronomy tower, entangled in one another's embrace. You were led against his chest and could hear every quiet breath he took, but their was still something gnawing at you, and Theo could tell by the way you fiddled with the end of his robe. He drew soft patterns on your back and then spoke up, "Amore mio, what's wrong?" You looked up at him and could see the concern in his eyes, but you had to ask the question. "What about Draco?" You could feel Theo tense at the question. He hadn't thought of that, and if he was being completely honest, he didn't know. "We will figure something out. It might just take some time." And with that, you snuggled against him, not ready to let go and face your brother. Neither of you were prepared to even think about that right now.

@augiemyers79