#if you drank water = i'm proud

[bernardsbendystraws]

Synopsis: Matt and Chris bring you some much-needed relief on your period.

Warnings: SMUT & FLUFF, bloody lube iykwim, you're literally on your period, soft dom chris and matt. Doll!Reader x Chratt - don’t like, don’t read, go suck a brick

A/N: Currently on my period so I'm projecting. Deal with it bro.

With love and big tits, Rose

wc: 1900+

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“Sweetheart…” Matt coos, petting your hair out of your face as a stray tear falls from the corner of your eye and onto his chest. He hates to see you like this, so overwhelmed with emotions and pain. 

All three of you are curled up in Chris’s bed. You felt extra needy, and they definitely didn’t mind. The pair both hated seeing you feel so crappy, but the fact that you really just wanted them to comfort you… it made them proud how safe you felt with them. 

“Doll, you want the heating pad again?��� Chris asks, his hand grazing lightly over your cramping stomach. 

You shake your head sadly. You didn’t want a heating pad, you just wanted the pain to stop. And so far nothing has helped. 

“It hurts.” The repetitive statement falls from your lips once more. Both boys sigh, exchanging a look of defeat. What else would even help? You’d taken medicine, you’d drank plenty of water, you tried the heating pad, and you even tried taking a bath. Nothing helped. It was all pointless. 

A specifically sharp cramp in your gut makes you whimper into Matt’s chest. He holds you closer, looking at Chris with a certain stare. “Hold on, let me see if I can figure something else out,” Chris says, leaning over to pick his phone off the nightstand. 

Matts kisses your forehead over and over again, whispering sweet condolences as he hugs you into his chest while Chris digs through the internet for a different solution to try. 

And he finds one. But - he’s just not sure. 

He sends the website to Matt, placing his phone down before patting on his lap. “Doll, c’mere,” he whispers, shooting Matt a glance to urge him to check his phone. The second you shift onto his lap, he starts to pet your hair behind your ear, frowning as he feels a thin layer of sweat coating your forehead. You’re really struggling. 

Matt reads through the article quickly, still making sure to pay attention to the important details. It made sense. Making you feel good would help with the pain, and at this point, they were desperate to see you with any sort of relief. 

Setting his phone back on the nightstand, Matt spoons you from behind. You shiver as you feel his lips gently start to kiss along your neck, hovering over your sweet spot as he nips lightly. Every sensation is amplified. You can’t help but let out a whine, your body contorting in search of more relief. 

“Do you want us to make you feel good, Doll?” Chris husks, biting on his lower lip as he watches your face relax with pleasure. 

But, you’re reluctant. You’ve never had period sex, it seemed inconvenient and hard to enjoy. 

“It might make you feel better,” Matt whispers, his hand crawling up the oversized shirt on your body, carefully cradling your sensitive breasts as he starts to grind his hips against you. 

“It’s gonna,” you shriek as Matt sucks on your sweet spot, a warmth spreading through your body as your hand travels up to his hair, “-gonna be too messy.” 

Chris moves your hair to keep your neck fully exposed for Matt, his tongue prodding through the corner of his lips as his eyes worship the sight of you in his lap, so blissed out. “Don’t worry about the mess. We just wanna make the pain go away - make you feel good. How does that sound?” he questions. 

As you open your mouth to respond, you feel Matt’s fingers graze over your nipples, your stomach dropping as you feel a familiar pressure start to ache between your thighs. 

“I.. okay,” you sigh hesitantly, your hand grasping harder into Matt’s hair as you feel his hips go rigid, grinding fully against you. 

You feel Matt begin to smile against your neck, his hand sneaking downwards from your belly button, grazing over the fabric of your panties. It feels so good - but, the anxiety you get feels awful. 

“Wait,” you announce, pulling Matt’s hand away by his wrist, “I…I don’t know about this.” Your voice wavers with uncertainty, an embarrassing pink warmth painting over your cheeks. 

Chris knows what’s wrong - even Matt does. 

“How about we let you do whatever you need to do first, we’ll get some towels and then we can come back and see how you feel?” Chris says, petting over your cheek with his thumb. 

The sigh of relief escaping your lips makes him smile. 

___

It had been a couple of minutes. Matt and Chris had laid multiple towels on the bed, fluffing the pillows while they waited for you to come out from the bathroom. Looking towards each other, they sigh. You just need… some encouragement. 

Chris walks over, softly knocking on the door. “Doll? Do you…can I come in?” 

Hesitantly, you turn the knob to let him in. Chris looks at your anxious expression, sighing as he runs his hands down your arms before grasping onto your hands. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t wanna. I just… there’s nothing to be scared of. A bit of blood is not gonna gross anyone out or make us feel differently about you, okay?” You nod. Chris leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek before pulling you out to the bedroom. 

Matt is sitting on the edge of the bed. He pats on the towel, helping you lay down. The oversized T-shirt is still covering you, but that’s it. 

“Can I kiss you? Is that okay?” Matt asks, looking at you for confirmation. 

As you nod, he lays himself to prop up on his elbow, cradling the side of your face as he places his lips on yours. The way he moves his tongue into your mouth drives you insane, your lips vibrating with a hum as you let him explore your mouth. 

Meanwhile, Chris is slowly grazing his hand up and down your thigh, moving his fingers inward inch by inch. He knows he needs to take it slow, be as gentle as possible, and make sure you feel comfortable at all times. This wasn’t about anyone but you. 

“Can we,” Matt pants against your neck, his hand fiddling with the hem of the shirt covering your body, “-can we get this off, sweetheart?” 

As you nod affirmatively, you sit up just enough to let them peel off the shirt. But, as you lay back down, you get more aware of how sticky your inner thighs have gotten, looking down to see a red crimson already covering the fabric below you.

Matt notices your gaze, his hand cupping the side of your face to bring your attention back to him, “Don’t worry about it, okay? It’s just towels.” 

His face furrows with confusion as you shake your head. “No, no,” you start off, wincing as you look towards both of them, the clothes still covering their bodies, “I don’t wanna get it on you guys, you love this shirt,” you point out. 

Before anyone can waste a breath, they both strip bare. It makes you smile as you watch Chris peel off his Pepsi boxers, throwing the prized possession across the room without a care.

“There, all better. Now can I make my girl feel good?” Chris asks, impatiently starting to part your thighs, his eyes bulging at the heavenly sight in front of him. You’re just so… drenched. He can’t hold himself back from thinking about what it must feel like to be inside of you right now. 

However, as his hands nearly prod into your folds, your legs snap shut. 

Chris leans his head against your knees. “You’re killin’ me,” he whines. 

Your panicked eyes shift over to Matt. He scoops his hand beneath your knee, spreading you back open before hovering his lips over yours. “It’s okay,” he says, pecking your lips sweetly.

You feel Chris’s fingers teasing along your inner thigh, slightly grazing over your folds as your mouth drops open with a gasp. 

As his fingers circle on your very sensitive clit, you gasp into Matt’s mouth as he starts to ravish you with hungry, open-mouthed kisses. He laughs as you squeeze onto his shoulder, momentarily stopping from returning the affection as Chris does sinful things between your legs. 

“It feels good, huh?” he purrs, petting your hair behind your ear as you nod vigorously. 

This is what you needed, this is what your body craved - pleasure. 

“More…more, please,” you moan. 

Matt is hypnotized from your fucked-out expression. He knows you’re sensitive, but fuck… it was a perfect sight. Looking down, he watches as Chris’s fingers sink into your heat, a loud squelch making his dick pulse. 

It sounds heavenly. 

“I… oh my,” you seethe, your nails digging into Matt’s bicep as your other hand clutches into the sheets. 

“Look at that…” Matt says, swallowing thickly as he lets his hand wrapped around your thigh shift, pulling your leg over his shoulder as his fingers wander to your swollen clit. He can feel your body shaking every time Chris plunges his fingers and curls them at the perfect spot inside of you. The overbearing thoughts plundering through his brain become more intense as lewd noises echo through the room. 

This is relief. Your stomach is building knots of pressure, a feeling of your heart dropping with each motion making your muscles tense up more and more. 

“I - I - ah,” you gasp, your head swinging back into the fluffy pillows as your hips flex upwards to chase more. 

“There we go,” Chris purrs, licking over his lips as he focuses on curling his fingers meticulously against the spongy part inside your walls, grinning as he feels you clench harder around his digits, the squelches becoming louder and louder as more red leaks from you. 

Matt is biting hard on his lower lip, his eyes tracing back and forth from your blissed expression to the sight between your legs. It’s all so pretty, it’s a sight he wants engraved in his mind. 

Your hips rock ruthlessly against their hands and the mattress. Desperate cries push through your lips as your legs quiver. You’re so close. 

“C’mon, let go. Being such a good girl,” Matt praises, breathless just from the sight as his finger continuously circles on your clit, “-just let it feel good, sweetheart. I… fuck,” he hisses, the piercing sting of your nails in his arm intensifying. 

A long, dragged moan escapes your mouth, your body becoming completely stiff as pleasure crashes onto you. 

“Thaatt’sss it, princess, you deserve to feel so good, just - just let it feel so good,” Matt husks, kissing on your temple as they both ride you through the high. 

As your body falls limp, Chris slowly pulls out his fingers, wincing as he hears you let out a whine. “-’m sorry, sorry,” he whispers, kissing on your knee while gently setting your legs comfortably back onto the bed.

“How do you feel about a shower? Gettin’ all cleaned up, hm?” Matt asks.

You nod lazily, hearing as Chris quickly runs off to the bathroom to wash off his hands and grab a warm, wet cloth. 

Chris whispers another apology as you flinch from the wet cloth. He wipes you off as gently as possible, mesmerized from how beautiful you look. “You’re so pretty like this,” he announces. 

Both boys laugh as they hear you groan. “Shut up. I look ill.” 

“Do you at least feel better?” Matt asks, smiling as you nod your head slowly, leaning into his chest, “-Good.” 

[tan1shere]

um do you think you could write about billie coming home drunk after partying with her friends with smut ig (IF YOU WANT I LOVEE YOUR STORIES)

Missed You

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: ooou coming right up !!!

Summary: you hadn't gone with her tonight and she missed you alot when she comes back home.

Warnings: smutyness, eating out, drunk billie. I think that's it ?

Masterlist

Friday night, and you were home. Alone, seeing as your girlfriend Billie was at an after part for one of the award shows. You sadly couldn't attend either of them, because you had to work, yet you still supported her though. Even if it was through a screen. She had won an award and you were so proud. Still a bit upset you couldn't attend her and the others to the party after.

"You can come when you're done baby." She said, almost pleading. -

She honestly hated these things and only enjoyed them if you were there on her arm. Especially at the events, she adored taking you along the red carpet just to show you off. It was so sweet. You even noticed in a few mini interviews they had asked about you. "Shes working today I'm afraid." She makes a saddened face at the person she was speaking to. Then turns to the camera currently on her. "But I love you beautiful, see you at home." She then proceeds to blow a kiss your way. You smile at your desk feeling so loved by her.

- "It'll be late by then bub, I'd wanna just relax at home." You reply, folding laundry. "Then I won't go to the after party." You look at her. "Baby-" Her head shakes. "There's no point if you won't be there." "Fins going to be there!" She goes to back that up. "With Claudia so I'll be basically third wheeling." You sigh gently. "Baby. Please go have fun." She lets out a small noise. "But I know I won't." You then go over to her, cupping her cheeks. "You don't know that, I'm sure Finneas and Claudia will make it fun."

She now sighs. "Fine fine. I'm gunna miss you though."

That leads you to now, you are laying on the couch, anxiously waiting for her to come back. You had just showered and gotten into your sleepwear, when the door swings open. "Baybeeee." Your brows knit together, turning your head to see Finneas holding her up right. "She drank a bit." He says pursing his lips. You giggle just slightly. "God she's annoying when she's drunk." He says plopping her on the couch. "I was gunna take her back to mine so you wouldn't have to deal with her, but you haven't seen her all day so I decided against it." You smile at him.

"Thanks Fin." He salutes. "Noo, problem." He says shutting the door and leaving to get into his car. "You so totally didn't have fun huh?" You laugh. "I most certainly- didn't. It was boooooring." She says, sinking into the couch. "I missed you." You smile. "I missed you too. I'm going to go get you some water." You say, heading to the kitchen. You try find a glass and fill it up when you feel hands on your waist. "You smell and look so good." She says into your neck. You shake your head a tiny bit. "Bil-" "God you smell amazing." She mumbles into your skin again.

You feel her teeth bite as she sucks. You let out a surprised moan. "Billie-" Your hands move to push her away lightly. "You're drunk baby." She looks at you from head to toe. "You aren't doing anything. It's meee, so it doesn't matter." She gets closer again. "Your breath reeks." Your giggle was to be heard as you keep her at bay. "God you're so fucking cute." She says going to kiss you. You must admit she was extremely hot right now. So you don't stop her.

Her lips were soft mixed with the taste of alcohol. Her hands were all over you as she gets incredibly grabby when drunk. "I love you. I missed you so much." She slurs against your lips. Her hands move to your side, fiddling just slightly with your robe having it almost fall. "Bill-" "Need you. Come on." You bite your lip as it slips off you. "Want a taste, please." You let out a shakey breath as she instantly drops to her knees. "Missed you so much." She kisses your inner thigh gently. "So. Much." You didn't feel real, she was even sexier when drunk. Her tongue feeling amazing.

"Your skin is so soft baby." She then says, moving up to your clothed pussy. Instantly making them drop down your legs. "Everywhere just smells so good fuck." And you feel her tongue finally. It being on you hastily. Your mind races with nothing but her and the feeling. If anything you were the one drunk. The way she always made you feel. "Mmm, Billie-" You moan out, putting your hands in her hair. She looks up at you, the most hungry eyes you've ever seen. You then watch them roll back as your walls tighten around her tongue.

She moans into you, gripping your hips tightly. And within seconds you're cumming hard on her tongue. She swallows everything drinking you dry.

"Now I'm drunk on you." You giggle as she comes up to your face. "I'm your alcohol."

"Yeah you are."

[cordidy]

A few days ago I wrote this

https://www.tumblr.com/cordidy/769603546439172096/just-needed-to-get-this-out-of-my-head-after?

just because it was in my brain and I'm sooooo happy people liked it.

Here is the part two as demanded. I'm proud with how it came out and I hope you will love reading it as much as I loved writting it 😊

SPOILER for Sylus's Myth

TW : Alcohol, "lady of the night", sadness,

English is not my mother tongue BUT this time it was proofread by @thedeadstoryteller1 whom I love sooooo much for that.

“...Flowers bloom as far as the eye can see…”

“What did you say ?” You groaned, the familiar voice still in your ears as you opened an eye lazily, expecting an answer that never came.

Waking up felt like dying.

Spinning head, dizziness, whole body aching, clearly mistakes were made and atonement was due but God it still hurt.

Slowly opening your eyes as you tried to avoid the blinding light of the sun pouring into your room, you tried to recollect the events of last night…not very efficiently.

A quick look around.

You were alone in your room, not in a drunk tank and fully dressed indicating you did not do nor bring a mistake back home with you, thanks to your bodyguard.

Speaking of bodyguard, you found him in your kitchen, over the stove making ...pancakes ?

“So I did bring an ass…” you started in a tired and raspy voice as you made your way towards the counter before Sylus quickly gestured to his ear.

“I think I’ve been more than generous in my payment planning…”he said calmly while flipping a pancake in the pan as you grabbed a glass of water and some Tylenol before taking a seat, focusing your attention on him.

There was always something intrinsically fascinating when it came to him working. Most of the time you saw two types of Sylus, the asshole trying to get a rise out of you for his own entertainment (kind of cute honestly) or the combatant who would obliterate his enemies while using his Evol to throw things at you when fighting to “keep you on your toes” and because it was “fun”.

Seeing him do things as serious as negotiating a deal or doing his accounting reminded you he was not just a pain in your arse but also a very functioning person.

“Kieran, how many fingers does Mister Vaulric need to play the piano ?” He casually asked on the phone, making you choke on the water you were drinking.

Alright, a psychotic functioning adult…

Silence

He did not turn around when you threw a dishcloth at him, only lowering his head with a sigh.

“You have 1 more week. Increased loan interests, Kieran will handle the details” he finally said, setting the pancakes in a plate before putting them in front of you with a jar of jam, completely ignoring you and your gleaming eyes “Oh and I suggest you don’t leave the N109 Zone for now, we can’t guarantee your…safety…outside of it” he added before he ended the call and took a seat in front of you.

“Did you just threaten a guy in my kitchen ?” you asked, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the frown on your face. Yes you were friends with a criminal but you were still a law abiding citizen…

Besides, threats made with a lace apron sounded….weird.

“I don’t make threats , only warnings. Eat your pancakes” he retorted, casually sitting in front of you.

“I didn't expect to see you here ” you said while eating.

“Someone had to make sure you were alive after all the alcohol you drank last night”

Whoa, that was cold. You looked at him, uncomfortable.

“No I mean in the kitchen, knowing you, I half expected to wake up to you in my bed” you chuckled trying a bit of humor. Of course you trusted him, knowing he would never attempt anything if you could not or would not consent but…well, no harm in some banter right ?

The joke felt flat though as he remained silent.

“Sooooo no snarky comment about the way I look today with my hangover ? No making fun of me for my poor choices in life ? ” you asked him, trying to break the ice with a bit of teasing. Surely he wasn’t mad at you, was he ?

“Does your head hurt ?” he asked, still not looking at you, texting.

“Yeah ?” you answered your mouth full.

“Do you feel like an idiot for getting so shitfaced you don’t remember anything from last night ?”

You remained silent. 

Last night…clearly something happened last night.

Something bad judging by his attitude towards you. What...what did you do to deserve the cold shoulder from him of all people ? 

You were too slow to respond though as he was already getting up.

“Then the Universe already took care of it on my behalf” he simply said while putting his phone back in his pocket, clearly avoiding eye contact as he grabbed his jacket. “Drink water and take a nap” he added before leaving your apartment without even a goodbye.

Something was wrong.

“Hey, you did not really cut this guy's finger right ?” 

Clearly something was wrong between the two of you and it was starting to bug you.

“Everything alright ? No news for 2 weeks is soooo suss coming from you. Even your pigeon from Hell is not around“

That was the only explanation you had to the fact that Sylus had literally vanished from your life since that morning a month ago.

“Sylus, seriously I'm worried, you ok ?”

Then there was the issue of Luke and Kieran. 

1 month

1 FUCKING month without a call, without a text, without even a reaction on your Moments and the worst part ? It hurt !

At first you had figured he probably was busy with that Vaulric dude he had been talking to at your place and that’s why he did not answer your messages but a whole month just to deal with a loan gone late ?

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on but you….you’re not yourself lately…” Xavier said, leaving his boxing stance after you tripped while attacking him, barely avoiding falling face first on the ground thanks to your partner's quick reaction.

When you had not been able to reach Sylus, you turned to the twins for info, reassurance, a death certificate, anything to just know what was going on but still, nothing. You knew your messages were read by the pair so they had to be at least alive, but they remained unanswered.

This radio silence was starting to take a toll on you as reflected by your sleepless nights that turned you to a mess both physically and emotionally.

“I’m fine. Again !” you brushed off as the young man tried to get to the bottom of what was happening to you. While you had been the one insisting on sparring, hoping it would allow you to blow some steam off, you clearly were not at it and it was getting dangerous.

“No, I'm not fighting until you tell me what's happening !” 

You suppressed a frustrated growl.

Alright, if he wanted to be an easy target…

Next thing you knew, the easy target's fist met your nose as you tried a sneak attack and he reacted out of instinct, color draining from his face when he saw blood dripping from your nose.

“Fuck Y/n I'm sorry ! I…I didn't mean to !” 

This got you a week off duty and another scolding from your physician who had threatened to tie you up on a therapist's chair if you did not work on your current issues.

You didn’t need therapy, though, you needed answers and you were going to get them.

Kudos to Zayne for giving you the idea of tying Sylus up until he talked if need be.

Clearly you were not expected.

You didn’t know what to expect when you pushed Sylus’s office door open that night. Your nose was still puffy, wicks still in one of your nostrils, blood all over your shirt but you did not care what you looked like right now.

You wanted answers and he was going to give them to you, as soon as the stunning woman sitting on his desk, half naked, her long silver hair cascading her back, would be gone.

“I…”

There he was, sitting casually, his shirt half open, engrossed in conversation and your blood ran cold into your veins as the woman leaned towards Sylus to refill his glass with a giggle.

Based on his look, it was not the first…The sound of your voice got his attention though, and, for a split second, you saw shock in his eyes before the mask was up again.

Something you did not like.

“Oooooh, you invited a friend ? The more the merrier I guess but…I charge more for this kind of…fun…” the hooker cooed, playing with Sylus’s hair. “No offence sweety, women are just not my…first choice” she added, smiling at you.

Technically, he didn’t owe you anything. You were friends, nothing more, despite the constant flirting, the glances, the brushing of his hands…yet, seeing him with another woman stirred something inside of you. 

Maybe it was just the global exhaustion you were into but you felt a surge of…possessiveness towards him and you had to refrain yourself from jumping at the young woman in order to not claw her eyes out.

Seeing you hurt, Sylus, your Sylus anyway, would already be on you, checking your nose, getting the twins to bring you clean clothes while pestering you about the how ? When ? why ? and especially who’s teeth he needed to remove for doing that to you but all you got from the man in front of was a laconic “what happened to your nose ?” as he grabbed his glass, barely looking at you, focusing his attention on the young woman.

Part of you wanted to jump at him and hold him tight as you saw he was alive and well but at the same time you wanted to smash his head on the fucking mahogany desk for giving you the cold shoulder.

“What are you doing here ?”

“What I…” yeah, the head smashing was definitely an option as you walked towards him, trying to remain calm. “I came to see you since you decided to avoid me like the Plague lately” you said coldly.

“Leave us” he commanded the woman who didn't need to be told twice. 

She still seemed disappointed as she passed you before grabbing some cash on the coffee table, understanding the party was over. “Well, you saw me”

He remained silent and it made your blood boil with anger. 

“So this is what you’ve been doing for the past month ?” you asked, dumbfounded.

"As far as I can remember, what I do in my free time is none of your business” he pointed out in the same laconic tone.

“Alright…what did I do ? Ever since that night you brought me back home you've been avoiding me !”

You couldn’t bear his attitude towards you, the way he had left the situation fester and rot between you two.

“Don't…” he warned you.

So something did happen and, since you couldn’t remember a thing, you could only rely on him…

“What ? What happened ?! Did you try something ?” 

Deep down you knew it was not that. You trusted him and you knew he would never take advantage of the situation, hence why you called him but maybe…

“You tried something, I pushed you away and you didn't like that…”

…maybe provoking him…

“I think you should leave Y/n” he said in a straight tone, still avoiding your eyes and that's when you snapped.

“LOOK AT ME YOU FUCKING PRICK !” you yelled at him, losing control of your emotions, finally getting a reaction from him as he was not used to being bossed around or insulted. 

That’s when he saw them.

The tears you’ve been keeping up for the past month.

Neither of you could tell if they were tears of sadness, of frustration or of rage but right now, as you looked at him with so much anger and hate and…heartbreak, you were terrifying.

Breathtaking.

A vision for sore eyes that stirred something in him…

Truly and utterly terrified of the man you had been trusting with your life only a month ago.

“A month Sylus…A month without a word ! without a call, without a sign of life ! Do you have any idea how worried I was ?! I thought you were…you were…” you couldn’t say the words, couldn’t admit how the mere thought of it terrified you.

“What ? Dead ?” He let out a resentful  chuckle before taking a sip of whiskey “...you made sure this was never an option for me…” and the bitterness of words hit you like a tone of brick.

“You know��You’re good at that little game of yours” he added casually, finally rising from his chair, making his way towards you “I actually believed in that little…amnesia game…”

“What are you talking about ?” you asked, but he did not listen, too focused on his own train of thoughts.

“...But stupid people say stupid things when they get drunk…” he continued, puzzling you even more “What I don’t get though, is the why” he pondered like he was looking for the answer to a complex riddle.

“Please expla…” you started, confusion replacing the anger.

“STOP WITH THE BULLSHIT !” he yelled back, throwing his glass against the wall and, for the first time, you were scared of him. 

It didn’t take being a genius to know that, between brute strength and his Evol, you were no match if things were to go south. 

“I did everything you asked…” he started, getting closer as you slowly backed away, shaking.

“Sylus you're scaring me…” you said in a genuine tone, fear replacing anger.

“You're noisy…”

That voice again…his voice…

“We set the Sanctuary ablaze…”

“...Fulfilled all of your mortal desirs…” his words dripped…hatred.

He was obviously drunk.

And dangerous.

“Stay back” you warned him, looking for the gun at your belt before aiming at him. Not that it would be of any use anyway but it could eventually buy you time.

“...3 chances..”

“You remind me of a young…”

“I WILL shoot you if you don't back the fuck away Sy !” you warned him but he didn’t stop and you couldn’t bring yourself to shoot.

Your head started to spin as he kept getting closer, your hand shaking, your will faltering as the smell of smoke filled your nose.

Smoke ? What smoke ? What Sanctuary ?

Just like in those nightmares plaguing your nights ever since Sylus and you Resonated…

“We bathed in the blood of your enemies and danced on the corpses of those who wronged you…” 

You could hear it, the screams of terror as fire drowned the city and you laughed in bliss, strong hands laced around you

“Are you satisfied, Beloved ?” 

“Sylus I don’t feel alright…” you whispered as you started to stumble, feeling the familiar sensation of a new Resonnance which didn’t make sense as resonating with him was a tedious process.

It could not happen just like that…could it ?

You were having a hard time focusing on him and his image started to shift ? Almost as if reality was...glitching...and you needed to close your eyes from the dizziness.

When you opened them again, his head was pressed against your gun.

 “Don’t know where to aim ? I can tell you…” he said and the way his eyes darkened was a striking contrast with the tenderness he used to caress your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his palm, like you were not holding a gun at his face.

“Only the fiend's archnemesis can kill it…” he whispers with pleading eyes.

“...My dragon is…here”

“Sylus…”

“I curse your soul” 

The words spilled out of your mouth…echoes from a buried past…

“Why Beloved ?” he asked in a broken voice, clearly lost in his own thoughts , closing his eyes as tears poured down your cheeks while you were unable to steady your hand.

“I curse your soul…to never fade away”

“Why would you do this to me ?” He asked, dropping to his knees, abandoning all pride as he laid his heart bare to you.

“You'll always be tied to me, forever”

“Why would you pretend we are not one ?” 

“Only I can grant you a true death”

“I just want you back…Please come back to me…” he pleaded, ready to give you his life if you asked him. 

Again

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[i-am-true-believer]

Hello, my sweet fanfiction readers, the late night scrollers, and the midday day dreamers. I think it's time we do a little check in.

Take a big deep breath for me and let it out slowly. Have you drank water today? Eaten a little snack? I'm so proud of you for waking up today and for keeping going. I know the world is a scary place, and there's so much bad, and I appreciate your willingness to continue to try. I hope your scrolling brings you comfort and peace, I hope you find a safe place to land for a little while.

I'll let you get back to your scrolling soon. What are you looking for today? Enemies to lovers? Found family? Accidental baby acquisitions? Will it be a reader insert or a completely new AU? I'm sure your comfort characters are waiting for you, for your next adventure, or to revisit an old one. Just a small reminder before you go, you are loved, you are wanted, and you matter. Your comfort character would love your every flaw and would love you in all stages of your life. From your best to your worst, they would love you and want you to stay. If you love them in every universe and stage of being, flaws and all, then you can believe they'd love you the same. If there's a million different universes, then there's at least one where you're their favorite comfort character, too, and I promise they're rooting for you every step along the way.

Your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the girl on the other side of the screen who will always be a safe place to land. You are loved, you matter, you are important.

❤️💛 True 💛❤️

[mebemilena]

 I take it and I eat it with a cherry on top

pairing: Daenerys Targaryen x fem Reader

summary:  you're the new cook of Queen Daenerys

A/N: i'm just exercising my writing skills. Sometimes my drafts and wips become comic books if i can convice the clients. Tittle from the song "Take a Bite", by Beabadoobee

PROMPT: "If your food is not good, i'll feed you to my dragons."

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You and your big mouth. Some nasty comment about the Queen's personal cooks had brought you to this situation. "If your food is not good, i'll feed you to my dragons.", Daenerys had said, playfully and mischievous, which brought you to this moment.

You entered the throne room with a few maids, each of them carrying a tray with covered plates. As the Queen's new cook, you had tried to impress everyone with a few recipes of your own though you were confident in your talents, having cooked for your family and friends since you were a teen.

The Queen sat on her throne as the maids brought her the trays with the fresh cooked meals she'd try.  "Are you saying this is not real meat?", Daenerys looked confused, the taste still vivid on her tongue.

"Yes, your majesty.", you confirmed with a smile, proud of your work and satisfied with the glint of amusement in your Queen's eyes. Daenerys frowned for a moment.

"I know it's not usual. But these are healthy and will bring you strength. They hold the daily proteins you'll need in a good diet.", you offered her one more bite.

Daenerys looked at you in awe, a small smile slowly growing. "I like meat.", she said simply, but took the piece in your hand. "But i'm open to new experiences.", she ate it, savoring your new recipe. 

She invited Missandei and Sor Jorad to taste the goods you had prepared, but the man refused and made no effort to do it gently.

"Sir Jorah doesn't trust me, your grace. And i have no desire to change his mind.", you shrugged. "He might think i'd try to poison him.", you chuckled, not carying that the man could hear you.

Daenerys tried to sound a little more serious as she sat on her throne, this was a sensitive topic after all. "And what about poisoning me? A few had tried before.", she asked, defiant.

"I have no desire to poison you, my Queen.", you started, waving your hand like it was the most stupid thing one could do. "If i did, it wouldn't be through the food i happen to try before serving you, and in front of you.", you explained, taking small bites of the food on the table. 

It took you a minute to realize your own words. You and your big mouth.

Your answer got the Queen's attention, she was almost amused. Missandei watched your dialogue in deep curiosity while Sor Jorah seemed uneasy. "And how would you do it?", Daenerys asked, not a drop of fear in her voice.

You walked to her, approaching her seat and the small table by her side. With practiced manners, you prepared another plate of food. A slice of bread, a few fruits and a small globe of soup.

"I'd do it slowly.", you told her, holding the bottle with wine and filling her glass. "Both killing and loving demands patience, your majesty. If you give it all at once, it makes a mess.", you chuckled.

"So if I wished to poison you, mylady, I'd give you a few droplets everyday.", you handed her the glass, and Sir Jorah put his hand on the shaft of his sword.

Daenerys looked at you as she drank the wine slowly, hooked by the way you spoke, enchanted.

"You'd drink it in your wine, in our water. Eventually, you'd fall sick and I'd offer to take care of you only to keep poisoning you. You'd die slowly. It'd look like something natural, like some sad trick of destiny.  And nobody would ever be suspicious of me, the person who took such good care of you on your final days.", you finished, not exactly proud of your wisdom on the subject. 

Daenerys laughed, drinking more from her glass. "You shall live one more day."

Missandei let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and Sor Jorah frowned even more to you, cursing under his breath.

Daenerys trusted you, but what kept you alive for so long was that she liked you. You and your big mouth.

[babygirlwritessmut]

♡︎ part4. party

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: there is a party in your town, your classmates decided to fave some fun. on your tonight's drunk agenda is teasing Vi, but she is not happy about it

・❥・ genre: smut + grumpy x sunshine

・❥・ word count: 1.4k

✎ warnings: 18+, dom!vi, rough and angry Vi, strangling, swearing, teasing, alcohol

MINORS DNI!

RIDE ON ME masterlist

upon arriving at the club, you quickly found your classmates. they complimented your dress and treated you to a cocktail. rum and cola - not bad at all. they told you that this club hosts parties for newcomers every year, and to celebrate the first day of school, all freshmen get a 50% discount on cocktails.

"I guess tonight's going to be fun,"  - you thought to yourself. the evening was going great, your new friends were sharing secrets about the city and giving you tips on the best places to visit. you drank - a lot. later, your favorite song started playing: chase atlantic's "die for me." the whole club erupted in excitement, and your group decided to hit the dance floor.

as you entered the dance area, you realized that those five cocktails had done their job. everything around you became brighter, and for the first time in days, you let go and just started to have fun. you and the girls danced together, while the guys occasionally joined in, watching you with hungry eyes. moments like these made your confidence skyrocket. you loved the attention.

someone in your group kept handing out cocktails, and only now did you realize you had forgotten to eat. drinking on an empty stomach wasn’t the best idea. you told your friends you’d be right back and headed to the restroom to freshen up. the walk to the bathroom was difficult, you held onto the wall, laughing to yourself about how much fun you were having.

after splashing your face with cold water, you looked at yourself in the mirror. “yeah, I'm hot, Vi definitely noticed that,” - you said to yourself in a tipsy voice. “she has no idea what I'm capable of.”

smiling at your reflection, you came up with a little game. taking out your phone from your purse, you found Vi's number in your contacts. “you don’t want to talk to me, then you flirt? let's see how you handle this.”

a second later, the call went through, and on the other end, you heard Vi's sleepy voice, “cupcake?”

“what’s up with that nickname anyway? if I had bought cookies instead that day, would I be 'cookie'?” - you laughed at your own joke, as if it were the funniest thing you'd ever said.

“are you okay? I can barely hear you,” Vi replied in her usual cold tone.

“I'm calling to let you know that your flirting doesn't work on me. in fact, I'm at a club right now,” - you said, then lowered your voice to a sultry whisper, “I’m planning to take off my panties and dance till dawn. have a good night, Vi.”

smiling to yourself, you ended the call. you felt proud. “that's how it’s done.”

you returned to the dance floor with your friends, and they immediately handed you another drink. you started dancing again, feeling someone's hands on your waist, pulling you closer from behind. you danced like that through a few tracks before your classmate turned you to face him, your hands resting on his shoulders while his hands gripped your waist and wandered over your body.

suddenly, you felt someone pull you away from your dance partner. your eyes went wide in surprise. “Vi?”

“we're going home, say goodbye to your friends,” - she said, pulling you toward the exit. you barely remembered the way back home, but Vi held onto your elbow firmly the whole time. she practically shoved you into the apartment when you got there.

“what do you think you're doing? I was having a good time. what right do you have to drag me away in the middle of the party?” - your head was spinning, and the apartment was dark, making you feel disoriented.

“go to bed, cupcake,” - Vi replied coldly.

“no way, I’m going back to my friends. I'm going to dance, and you can keep smoking your weed here in your loneliness. you can hug your punching bag while I have fun with real people.”

suddenly, you felt yourself being pinned against the wall. Vi's body pressed against yours, her grip on your waist so tight that a pained moan escaped your lips.

“you want to act like a little slut? go ahead. just don't call me in the middle of the night and tell me how you plan to rub up against your classmates on the dance floor without panties," - she said through gritted teeth, her heavy breath almost touching your lips.

you licked your dry lips. "I totally forgot about that call."

“Vi, I...”

“like the attention, huh? maybe I’ll give you the attention you’re so desperate for,” - she said, gripping your neck, making you let out a moan. “think you can tease me? I don't think so.”

your lips were so close that you could almost feel them brushing against each other.

“and what are you going to do? punish me?” you challenged Vi, maybe not your best idea, but the alcohol had hit you hard, and you were ready for anything.

“don't provoke me, cupcake. you have no idea what I want to do to you right now,” - Vi said, her grip on your waist tightening as she seemed to enjoy the little moans that escaped you with each touch.

“make me,” - you said sharply, locking eyes with Vi, whose gaze darkened at your words.

a moment later, Vi's strong hand shoved you into your room. she closed the door behind her and, with one swift move, threw you onto the bed. for a brief moment, she studied your body, barely covered by that piece of fabric you called a dress. she was above you in an instant, pressing her body against yours on the bed.

her hand grabbed your neck again, the grip was strong, but it aroused you so much that you moaned against her lips.

“just look at that - little slut likes it when I use force. do you think you can fool me with that A+ student look?” she whispered into your ear, grabbing your thigh in a way that made your legs spread open instantly. Vi pressed her own heated body against your most sensitive spot. “think I didn't hear you fucking yourself earlier today with your fingers? dirty little girl, you like having fingers inside you, don’t you?”

her words made you burn even more. she had heard you in your room earlier. between your thighs, everything was so wet that you doubted those panties could ever be worn again. her hands touched you in a way that nearly made you see stars. all you could do was moan in response.

“you were thinking about me, weren't you, cupcake? imagining it was my fingers inside you? I see the way you look at my hands, picturing them on you and inside you.”

“Vi...” you moaned her name. the way you did it under her body was like honey to her ears. your hips instinctively moved up, leaving a wet spot on her sweatpants. your body burned with desire, craving her so badly. you wanted it rough, almost disrespectful, wanted her to do whatever she pleased, to take you however she wanted, to strangle you...

“desperate for my touch on your pussy?” Vi's voice was almost a growl.

“Yes, I...”

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sharp feeling of emptiness as Vi pulled away from you and stood by the bed, staring at your spread legs, slightly bent at the knees, your soaked panties, and your half-closed eyes, revealing your intense desire for her. in the glow of the streetlights outside your window, you looked especially beautiful and so temptingly vulnerable. there was so much she wanted to do to you - tenderly, roughly, to make you moan and scream her name, to make sure you couldn't walk the next day. to taste you and make you come so hard that your vision blurred.

“goodnight, cupcake,” - Vi said and walked out of your room.

[cbuumbbles]

[Decode Pt. 2] Self-Aware! Caleb x fem!reader

CW: Smut, this shits gonna get freakyyy, 18+ MDNI. (Contains: egregious squirting, vaginal fisting, cunnilingus, unrealistic belly bulge, HES GOT A HUGE PENIS GUYS, so many orgasms, water breaks to stay hydrated, size kink ??, def hand kink, dacryphilia, misuse of evol, drooling, choking, tummy appreciation in missionary, breeding kink too possibly?? not really, but maybe if you squint, idk if I’m missing anything else w/ out spoiling). SORRY FOR THIS LAUNDRY LIST. I got carried away :p

Summary: You and Caleb had been dating for a while now and your needs couldn't be more met than they are with him.

A/N: Hi people! If you haven't read part 1, go read it! Part 1 is not freaky btw. This is my second time writing for this godforsaken website. So I still don't know how to make it look fancy. Bare with me. Anywho! I hope you enjoy, this is my first time in a long time writing smut, so if it's bad, just tell me nicely so I can fix it. Also sorry this took so long to get out after part 1, I have had 0 time to write.

Part 1

Caleb had finally convinced you to quit your job so he could take care of you full time. You loved the time off, he made sure to pamper you too. Your nails were always done, hair trimmed, and your back massaged. When he wasn't home, you started having to get creative with ways to entertain yourself. He had bought you a vibrator a while back which helped entertain you until he got home. You'd think it'd wear you out by the time he got home, but something inside of you was like an insatiable beast that needed to jump on Caleb as soon as he got home from work. Caleb loved every second of it, he loved giving you as much pleasure as you wanted. If you thought you were spoiled before you got together, you haven't seen anything yet. Caleb would do anything you asked him to, and you've asked him to do a lot. He's always happy to oblige and eager to please you. Being able to code anything about your reality was a life saver. Since he knew what you liked, he coded himself to be able to give you the maximum amount of pleasure you'd ever want. He was also surprised about how you weren't completely dehydrated all of the time, but he made sure you drank plenty of water, even having water breaks in the middle of sex to keep you from passing out.

Right now, you were using your vibrator on your shared bed, waiting for Caleb to come home. All you could think about was how good it's gonna feel once you start feeling his fingers filling you up. You started to imagine his fingers teasing your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around. His thick fingers were something you drooled over every time you saw them, they were perfect and all you could picture in your mind when you saw them was how nice they feel pumping inside of you. The vivid fantasies started to feel real when you swear you can feel his fingers start to slip inside of your dripping pussy. They felt so real that you opened your eyes to find Caleb, home from work. "Hi princess, I'm home." He whispers, smiling at you while his fingers were pulling squelching sounds from you. It was embarrassing how wet he could get you. But he knew all of the places he needed to get to in order for you to get undone on his fingers. He bent down, using his tongue to lap up some of the mess you were making. "Always taste amazin', pretty." He praised you. You were moaning in response, unable to form proper words. But that's how he always had you, it was like magic. He could melt your mind in an instant with just his fingers, something he was extremely proud of. All you could say was 'more' and 'Caleb,' it was like a mantra. He sticks another finger in, making it a total of three, but he knew you could handle the whole fist tonight, you were sopping. The spot under you was drenched in your squirt. He loved how messy you were and that he was the only one who could get you to that point.

"I- close, Caleb 'm close." You hurried out, he kept his same pace as you felt the white hot pleasure building in your stomach. The journey to the orgasm was almost as pleasurable as letting go, maybe it was because you knew what was about to happen.

"Come on, angel, come on my fingers." He coaxed, his words being the final push that sends you over the edge. You moan and whine out his name as you feel your pussy pulse around his fingers, squeezing them in. As you ride out your high on his fingers, the feeling fades and you start working yourself up again. He adds another finger, making it four and you feel amazing, on cloud nine. The water works were going everywhere and you couldn't shut your mouth, as hard as you tried. You were making a mess of Caleb, thankfully he undressed himself before starting in on you, you could see drops of your squirt on his chest which made you incredibly more horny somehow. "You're doing so good, takin' me so well, pretty. You think you can handle the whole fist now?" He asked. All you could do was nod your head fervently. "I wanna hear your words baby, think you can do that for me, or are you too fucked out to speak?" He knew the answer, anything past three and you were completely melted. "My dumb little angel forgot how to speak. You're lucky I know you so well, I know exactly what you need." He coos, adding the last finger. You could feel him reaching every possible spot he needed to, his fingers stretching you out and getting you ready for his cock. You felt that familiar feeling start building up again as you suck in his fingers subconsciously. He could tell you were getting close by the way your walls were spasming around his hand. "You're so greedy with my fingers baby, it's makin' me jealous. You're taking me so well, pretty. Getting all stretched out for what's coming later. Gettin' so wet for me, you're drenching the bed. You're doing such a good job, princess. Come all over my fingers." He spoke, all of his praises going straight to your core as you felt that burning hot feeling again.

"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb." You repeated in quick succession, you could feel your release rapidly approaching.

"That's it, come on, angel. Let yourself go, beautiful." He says. His encouraging words help you focus on getting to your release and when you finally snap, it's just as intense as last time. You pulse around his fist and your legs start shaking. You know that tomorrow will have to be a recovery day for, the night is still long from over. "Let me get a taste, baby. Can you sit up for me?" He asks, you try your hardest, able to get to your knees. Your brain was fried and all you cared about was getting more. He handed you your water as you took slow sips, learning not to chug it all at once by now. "Sweet girl, that feel better?" He asks, taking the water back to set it down, as you nod your head. He lays down on the bed and you know exactly what he wants. You hover yourself above his head, staring down at him through tired lids. He grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto his face, he moans in pleasure as a response. "So good, angel. Taste so good." He moans into your pussy, using his tongue to fuck your hole while his nose was rubbing into your clit. You couldn't help your hands traveling down to his head to push him up further into you, using your hips to grind on his face. You were so spoiled, using his face like this, but he loved every second of it. You tasted tart which reminded him of his favorite fruits. You could hear him sucking everywhere he could get his mouth on, it felt so good. You desuctioned yourself from Caleb's mouth, with a wet plop and a whine from him, to turn around to put your hands on his chest. Now he was nose deep in your pussy and his tongue was working on your clit. You fucked his nose, hearing the sound of labored breathing through his muffled mouth. You saw his hips buck up into the air as he was holding you down on his face like a vice.

You just tasted too good, the remnants of squirt still coating your sex. His moans were deep with a heavy vibration that you felt throughout your entire body. It was enough to have you heaving for air as you got closer to your third release, from him, that night. He began sucking on your clit, tonguing it while the pressure from the suction helped get you off. The suction started building your release as you started getting desperate for release. "Please Caleb. I need it so so so bad." You beg, it coming out labored from how little you could focus on anything other than releasing on his face. The sounds of his muffled moaning mixed with the wet sounds coming from both of you were what you focused on to finally snap and pulse your cunt onto his face. You could hear his muffled praises from underneath you as he worked you through your third orgasm of the night.

He lifted you off of his face and flipped your positions with ease. You think you're finally ready for his dick, but he has other plans. "I'm not done tasting you yet. I didn't get nearly enough time with that gorgeous pussy in my face." He said, your slick coating and dripping off his face. He dips his head between your legs again and starts his attack on your sensitive bud again. You jolt in response from how sensitive you were. You felt like you had nothing more to give, but every time Caleb would start up again, you'd be proven wrong. There was a battle in your mind. You wanted to go to bed for the night, but you also wanted every single orgasm he was about to give you. You buck up into his face, grabbing his head to push it down into you, but your hands are pulled from him and held by an invisible force. You whine, trying to fight his evol holding you down. "If you weren't so greedy, I wouldn't have to keep your hands above your head." He comments, looking at you while sticking two fingers in your hole. You gasped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. His fingers were pushing against your gummy walls, hitting every spot with a precision that made you favor fingers over anything else. Caleb knew your preference and made sure to spoil you. You felt him go back to sucking on your clit, still pumping his fingers into you. It was like he was the conductor of the most beautiful sounding symphony and you didn't want it to end. Everything was so overwhelming that you couldn't help but beg, but you didn't know what you were begging for. Caleb loved hearing your pleading voice repeating his name. He loved breaking your mind with pleasure. There wasn't a time that the sex you had together didn't end up in you becoming a drooling mess. You tasted amazing, he couldn't get over it. If they made a drink inspired by you, he'd drink it every day. He couldn't get enough of you, because, just like him, he is just as insatiable as you are. He'd eat you out all night if he you'd last without passing out. You definitely last longer now, you're able to have more orgasms in one session. You used to get wiped out after two, but he's trained you to go to four. Tonight he wants to try for six, he knows you're ready, that you're so good for him. His tongue wouldn't relent, keeping a sickening, steady pace that made your mind swim with thoughts that were nothing but Caleb. The combination of everything with the steady pace he was keeping and his moans into your sex made the feeling start to build up again. Your moaning turned into whines and whimpers the closer you got to finishing. You could feel tears threatening to spill from the overwhelming amount of times you've came and you didn't know what number Caleb planned on stopping at. He loved making you orgasm, it was one of his favorite things to do. He also loved watching tears roll down your face from how overwhelming the pleasure was.

"Caleb!" You whined out as you were pushed over the edge again, for your forth orgasm. Your breaths were uneven as you tried to come back down. He kept going until you rode out your high, stopping to grab your water again, knowing you'd need it after how much fluid you lost. Again, you sip it, tears drying streaks onto your face, your hair a wild mess from all of the thrashing you were doing and Caleb didn't think there was a prettier sight in the world.

"So pretty baby, such a mess for me. Like a work of art." Caleb was no artist, but he thought that if he were, you'd be his best work. Your chest was heaving as you took in breaths through your nose as you kept sipping the water. Your eyes were closed and you felt ready to fall asleep, but you also craved more. You wanted his cock and thankfully that was the next part of the night. "You ready, angel?" He asked you. You just nodded, handing your water to him with your eyes still closed. "Are you too sleepy?" He asked causing you to groan in protest. He had fucked all of the words out of you. "Alright then, greedy." He narrowed his eyes at you, like a predator with their prey.

You feel his evol moving your legs, folding you in half. Then you felt him hovering over top of you. You open your eyes to see a slice of heaven. His face was glistening with sweat and your juices, same with his chest. You could smell your arousal on him now and it made you realize he had been too busy eating your cunt to even kiss you yet, so you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into one. You can taste yourself on his lips as your tongues meet together, fighting for dominance. Neither won, but the war was still raging. You bit his bottom lip to surprise him. He moaned in response, taking the hint and doing the same thing back. Your fingers were tangled in his hair to try and pull him closer to you because he never seemed close enough. You desperately wanted to wrap your legs around his torso to slam him down onto you, but he still had his evol holding your legs in that stretching position. You whined into the kiss, wanting friction from him so badly. “Please, Caleb. I need you.” You whimpered, looking at him with the most desperate look in your eyes. He couldn’t say no to you, especially not when you were looking at him like that.

You had taken him many times before, but you still needed a pretty big warm up before he could penetrate you. Saying his cock was big was an understatement. It caused a delicious belly bulge every time he’d go in. “Alright honey, I’m gonna start sliding it in.” He warned you. You felt his tip prod at your entrance making you impatiently eager. The first feeling of his cock entering you made you gasp. It was never not shocking to feel how girthy he was. You felt him keep going and you thought he must almost be done by now, until you heard him say. “Tip’s almost in, honey. You’re doing amazing.” And with that a final pop and his tip was officially in. Now the real challenge was being able to take all of him in. You hated leaving some of his dick out; you didn’t think it was fair for some of his dick to have a taste and the other part left in the dust. This is where the previous size training comes in handy. You can handle all of him, it just takes time to get it all in. After that, it’s smooth sailing.

“God, Caleb.” You choke out, eyes going wide at the sensation of how full you were feeling already.

“Don’t tell me you’re already quitting? We’re not even half way yet, angel.” He teases you.

“No, please keep going. Need more.” You muttered, gripping his biceps for dear life. As full as you felt, he was right, you were so greedy. He loved how you always craved so much of him. He was happy to oblige. He kept sliding further into you that you could feel him in unusual places, but you loved it. You craved it. You couldn’t wait to see him poking through your tummy.

“Almost there, love. Doing so well for me. Takin’ me like you were made for me, baby.” His praises made you throb around his dick, which earned a hiss from him. “Careful, princess.” He warns. You feel the last of him bottom out with his balls on your ass. “Did so good for me. Look at that.” He said, forcing your head, with his evol, to look at the bulge he made. The sight literally made you drool. You were shocked it took you this long to start drooling, but the sight before you was delicious. You detangle one of your hands from his hair to press down on it. You both moaned in response. He starts thrusting and you started seeing stars. He went slow at first, like always, to ease you into it. You knew his mercy wouldn’t last for much longer. Instead of begging for a faster pace, you relished in the calm before the storm. That surprised Caleb considering you were usually whining at him at this point. He figured it must’ve been because of how many orgasms you had that night. Still more to come! “Always so tight for me.” Caleb manages to grunt out. He loved missionary because he got to watch your tits bounce up and down. Your cute little tummy made the same bouncing movements too that he loved.

Then he sped up and you were gripping his biceps like a lifeline. Your face was dug into his neck, biting into his shoulder and accidentally drooling on it. Caleb loved witnessing you turn to mush beneath him. It was a feeling he would never get over, he'd do it forever if you'd let him. You looked perfect, your sweat was making your hair stick to your forehead and it gave your skin a beautiful glow. Your flushed cheeks were calling out to him to kiss them. He peppered your cheeks in kisses as you moaned out his name. You felt yourself building to climax again, this was past your limit. You knew you could do more, Caleb always brought it out in you. Your squirt was spraying up from being smacked into, it was a mess. You could tell how much Caleb loved it by the feral sounds he was making paired with the aggressive thrusting. He had you hovering off of the bed now, holding you up with his arms and keeping your thighs at torso level with his evol. He was grunting in your ear, telling you how beautiful you were, how much he loved you, and other sweet nothings. It helped push you over the edge to the point where you were gripping so hard on his biceps that your fingers turned white and half moons from your fingernails would linger for a couple of days. "Caleb." You whined out, your voice coming out in waves of volume that matched the thrusts he was pounding into you.

"That's it baby, you got it. You're almost done." He said. With every steady, rough thrust, you could feel the build getting faster and faster until eventually it all climaxed and you started pulsing around him, once again. His dick had finally had a taste of your orgasm pulsing around him. It was like you were trying to milk him. He could've came, but he knew he needed to last a little longer to pull that one last sweet orgasm from you. "'m not done yet, princess. Just hold on until I can fill you up." He instructs you, causing you to moan. His pace was relentless and it felt sweet going in and out of you. You were addicted to it at that point, wanting to feel him stuffing your pussy full forever. You'll have to ask if you can cockwarm him sometime soon. He'd obviously agree, but he wouldn't make it easy for you.

He flips you over, using his strength to arch your back and choke you from behind. He used his evol to keep your head back while he stuck two fingers in your mouth. The slight pressure his evol added to your neck was addictive. You sucked and bit down on his fingers, moaning his name. He felt so much bigger from behind that it was almost ridiculous. Your whimpers and whines faded into the distance only to be replaced by viceral moans as he pounded into you with a sickening pace. The noises coming from your sex was like music to your ears. His fingers in your mouth caused you to drool more. Thankfully, you were in the spare bedroom so that way you could change the sheets and clean the mattress and still have a bed to lie down in to get aftercare. Because with the way you were making a mess out of both ends, you'd need a dry place to sleep. "Mmm." You loudly whine, feeling it build up again.

"You almost there again, already?" He teased you. He loved looking at you from behind too. He loved looking at you from any position really. He thought you were the most beautiful angelic person to ever exist. "Come on baby, let's cum together. I'm gonna fill you up." He said as his hands dwared your hips as he began to hold them to slam you back into him. Your tears started up again as they began to stream down your face.

You felt it build up and up and up until it finally spilled over, you spasmed on his cock, feeling impaled. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." You said over and over again like a mantra.

"Fuck baby, I'm cumming." He groaned, pumping his cock into you. You could feel him paint your pulsing walls. It all felt so warming, it could put you to sleep. He pumped his last few times to finish inside of you, pulling out of you and immediately pulling you into him for a much needed hug. "So beautiful and perfect. I love you so much, honey." He said, using the nickname you used to have when you'd fake date. Those same butterflies from back then found their way to your stomach too.

"Mm, love you too... S'much." You muttered out as best you could. You could tell you were fading fast. All you wanted was to fall asleep in his arms while he played with your hair. You also realized how thirsty you were too. "Water?" You asked. He was already one step ahead of you, holding the straw up to your lips. You took sips, making contented sighs as you leaned back into him. This was heaven, you were sure of it. Every day he'd treat your needs as the top priority. You couldn't express how much you truly loved him. It was impossible because there weren't grand enough words to describe it.

"Let's get to bed, baby. You look so tired." He cooed at you, lifting you up and carrying you into your shared bedroom. He laid you down in the bed, going to grab a towel to clean the mess in between your thighs. "You did so well. Six in one session. And that's not even counting the ones you had before I got home. You're so amazing baby. I knew you could do it." He spoke on his way back from the bathroom. He cleaned me and then him, tucking me into the covers and turning on the ceiling fan. He threw the towel in the dirty laundry and finally joined me in bed. By the time he climbed in beside me, I was already half asleep. He turned me around to cuddle me into his chest and I fell asleep with a content smile on my face with his fingers playing with my hair.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Fucking the Captain‘s Daughter | Part 2

(A/N) There you go! I hope you like it. (Although I'm really not happy with the smut, I'm sorry.)

Also, what the fuck is Tumblr Premium?

Pairing: Simon x Price!Reader

Warning: smut, p in v, fingering, dirty talk

Synopsis: We continue the chaos that is Simon fucking Price's daughter.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Or rather, what your dad had gotten you into. When he had asked if you wanted to drop by your Granny’s later, you had assumed that it would be just the two of you, but before you knew it, you found yourself in a car with the entire 141. Your Dad was in the driver’s seat, Soap in the passenger since he had insisted on being the DJ. Meanwhile, Gaz, Ghost, and you had to squeeze yourself into the back row, with Ghost insisting on sitting in the middle. And you knew exactly why.

While your father was blissfully unaware and focusing on the road, Ghost’s hand quickly found its way into your pants, only covered by the backpack you held on your lap. You had no idea how he did it without attracting any attention and in the moment, you didn’t really care either, as this thumb was stroking fast, tight circles over your clit.

It took all the willpower inside you, not to contort in pleasure and moan his name, something you would have done if you were alone, if your father wasn’t driving. Instead, you pressed your body into the seat as your hips started to involuntarily thrust against Ghost’s hand. You glanced at him, your hand wrapping around his wrist in warning, but he just kept going, a cocky smirk under his mask. Oh, how you wished to wipe it off his face. But instead, he was busy wiping any sort of look off your face, that didn’t display the pleasure he was causing you.

And you were so close. Just when he pushed two fingers inside you, a blissful sigh escaped your lips and you immediately felt your father’s eyes on you.

“You okay, honey?”

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat before nodding.

“Y-Yeah, just remembered that I forgot to hand in the mock report.”

He chuckled, before his eyes returned to the road, a proud grin on his face.

“That report isn’t due for another week, and you’re already done?”

Now it was Simon’s turn to chuckle.

“’course she is, Cap. ‘s your daughter after all.”

You didn’t know how he could stay so cool. He had his hand stuffed down your panties and was about to make you orgasm and all of that in front of his boss. Your father! You glared at the Lieutenant, but he just winked at you, as he pressed his fingers against that one spot inside you, that made you see stars.

You felt the coil in your stomach snap as you choked on your own spit. As you began to cough, Simon quickly pulled his hand out of your pants and instead padded you on the back, a mock sympathetic look on his face. And again you felt your father’s eyes on you, but as you glanced up, you noticed that instead of looking like his usual cheerful self, he almost looked suspicious. Trying to look as non-suspicious as possible, you shook your head, gesturing wildly until you could finally speak.

“S-Swallowed a bug. ‘m sorry.”

Your dad didn’t seem convinced, but at least he said nothing as he passed his water bottle to you. With a thankful smile, you took it and drank half of it, before passing it back to the front. The moment his eyes returned to the street, you elbowed Simon in the side, but he didn’t even react, just reached back and pinched your ass with a smirk hidden underneath his mask. Before you could retaliate, your dad pulled into your Granny’s driveway and shut off the engine.

“Well? Let’s get some of that pie, shall we?”

The lot of you got out of the car and made your way to the front door, which your grandmother opened before you could even knock.

“Ah, my little darling.”

You grinned at the older lady and hugged her tightly, before gently pulling away.

“Hey, Granny.”

She smiled at you before she turned to your father and pulled him in for a hug as well. After that, she turned to the other men, a knowing grin on her face as she caught Simon staring at your ass.

“Oh, do come in, make yourselves at home.”

You all followed her into the house, everyone shedding their shoes at the door, before venturing in deeper. While your grandmother disappeared into the kitchen, undoubtedly to start some tea. Meanwhile, the guys sat down in the living room, man-spreading all over the couch. After a quick look in Simon’s direction, you made your way to the kitchen, joining your grandmother.

“He likes you.”

You glanced at her, as you cut the pie she had made into even pieces and plated them.

“Who?”

She grinned, placing six cups on a tray and placing a tea bag in each. The tray already had milk, sugar and honey on it.

“The masked one. He was staring at your butt the whole time.”

You chuckled as your eyes flickered toward the living room. Simon really had no shame. When you glanced back at your grandmother, her eyes lit up with mischief, and a grin spread across her lips.

“You already fucked him, didn’t you?”

“Granny!”

Your eyes widened at her words and you felt your face heat up. She has always been blunt, but that was new. She started to cackle, as she carefully poured hot water into the cups.

“What? It is quite obvious.”

With a sigh, you rolled your eyes and grabbed the tray, giving your grandmother one more playful glare, before you carried it into the living room and placed it on the table. Your grandmother followed closely behind you, with the pie and small plates, putting them down beside the tray.

“Help yourself, please.”

The guys all thanked her, before grabbing a plate with pie and a cup. Before you could sit down in the only empty chair, your grandmother sank down on it, giving you a little smirk. Now the only open space was on the couch, right beside Simon. As soon as you sat down, you felt his thigh press against yours. If it was anyone else you would have jotted it up to typical man-spreading, but you knew it was intentional. And when you glanced at your grandma, she had that mischievous grin on her face that kind of scared you.

It had been two hours since you arrived at your grandma’s house and you all agreed that it was time to leave. While you were saying goodbye, your dad made his way to the car and jumped in, trying to start it, but…it didn’t. He tried again, as all of you glanced at him, but after a few more tries, he gave up.

“Damn thing won’t start.”

With a sigh, he walked back up to the house, scratching his head as he was considering what to do. But your grandma was quick to offer a solution. Took quick.

“Well, nothing you can do. At least not today. You can stay here tonight, the house is big enough for all of you, and I have enough dinner to feed an army.”

You glanced at her and the look on her face told you everything you needed to know. She did something to the car.

Your dad tried to argue that he could just call the base and ask them to pick you up, but after a bit of arguing, your grandmother convinced him that it was nonsense and that he shouldn’t bother anyone this late. So everyone walked back into the house, once again taking off their shoes.

After dinner and a bit of playing UNO, your father went upstairs and collected some of his clothes to give to the guys, so that they could sleep in something more comfortable. While you and your dad would sleep in your own rooms, Soap and Gaz had to share the guest room and Simon had to sleep on the couch.

Once everyone was comfortable, you all bid each other goodnight, before retreating to your individual resting places. But when you walked up the stairs, you felt a pair of eyes on you and you knew that you would not sleep that night. At least not a lot.

As soon as you slumped into bed, you started to toss and turn, but you found no rest. You expected a knock on your door any second, but nothing happened. And the longer you laid there, waiting, the more frustrated you became. So you took matters into your own hands.

Once you were sure you heard your father’s snores through the wall, you quietly made your way back down, leaving your pants upstairs on purpose. Not wanting to appear as desperate as you felt, instead of walking straight to the living room, you instead walked to the kitchen, acting as if you were just getting something to drink. As soon as you opened the fridge, you felt a pair of rough hands grab your hips and pull you back.

“You little minx.”

His lips immediately found your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as they slowly traveled up to your chin. A quiet moan escaped your lips as Simon started to rut his hips against your ass, his cock painfully hard against your flesh.

You quickly shut the fridge and turned in his hold, attaching your lips to his, as he hoisted you up, setting you down on the counter. A quiet hiss found its way past your lips as your warm flesh made contact with the cold stone. Simon took the opportunity to push his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, stroking it against yours while his hips kept rutting against you.

“Fuck…you’re driving me completely insane, princess.”

Another moan left your lips as his fingers dug into the flesh on your hips, definitely leaving marks. But you didn’t care. You wanted him to mark you, mark you as his. And he would.

As if you weighed nothing, he picked you up and carried you into the living room, throwing you down onto the couch, before covering your body with his as he connected his lips with yours. His hands returned to your hips and slowly started to travel up, pushing the oversized shirt until he could pull it over your head. As soon as he threw it to the floor, his fingers found the waistband of your panties, ripping them off you and throwing them to the floor as well.

“Si…”

You moaned his name, as your fingers pulled at the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing until you managed to push them down and free his cock. Immediately, you wrapped your fingers around it, giving it a few lazy pumps as Simon threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure ran through him.

“Shit…”

His arms wrapped around the underside of your thighs, pressing them up until your knees almost touched the fabric beside your head, and then, with one thrust, he sheathed his entire cock in you and started fucking into you like a dog in heat. You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth, stifling the string of moans leaving your lips as his tip hit your cervix with every thrust. The angle caused his cock to rub against that spot inside you, making you see stars as he kept his pace, leaning his entire weight onto you.

Prophanities flew out of his mouth, as he ledged his lips onto your neck, sucking and biting one bruise after another onto your skin. Your fingers found their way into his hair, scraping against his scalp and pulling on the short strands.

“Si…Simon, I’m gonna…I’m…I…”

“Shh, it’s okay love. Cum for me.”

The coil in your stomach snapped as you leaned up and bit into Simon’s shoulder, effectively quieting your moans. A deep groan left his lips, his pace stuttering for a second, before he sped up again. You were still a panting mess when Simon pulled out of you, making you wince at the sudden emptiness. But he quickly flipped you onto your stomach before pushing into you again. If your face hadn’t been forced into his pillow, you would have surely woken the entire house with the moan you let out.

You heard him chuckle above you, as he fucked you into the couch, his hands beside your head, holding his weight off you Grunts escaped his lips as his hips hammered against your ass, pushing your entire body forward again and again.

Quickly, the coil in your stomach tightened again and it felt like it was about to snap, when you grabbed onto one of Simon’s wrists. He immediately knew what you wanted to say.

“Me too, lovie. Me too. Gonna come inside you, fill you up so good.”

His words pushed you over the edge, your pussy clenching down around his cock as you came with a muffled scream, feeling his lips press against your shoulder. A second after, Simon’s hips stilled, pushing his cock into you, as deeply as possible. You felt his cum fill you as you milked him dry.

You had just started to catch your breath when Simon slowly pulled out. With a sigh, you turned your head to watch him, as he pulled the sweatpants back up and tugged himself away, before glancing down at you with a soft smile. He crouched down and reached out, gently stroking your cheek and cocking his head to the side as he observed your fucked out face.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

Simon grabbed the shirt you had been wearing and threw it over his shoulder, before picking you up bridal style and carrying you up to your room. Once inside, he laid you down on your bed and pulled the shirt over your head. With your help, he found your panty drawer and you didn’t miss that he grabbed an extra one that he stuffed into his sweats.

Once you were fully clothed again, he pulled the blanket over you and was about to leave, when you grabbed his sweats.

“Stay? For a bit?”

He hesitated, but after a second, he gave in, telling you to scooch over, so he could also get in. As soon as he laid down, he pulled you into his arms, so you could rest your head on his chest. And you fell asleep like that.

Next morning

“What the fuck?"

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— LOVE, TENDERLY ; ITOSHI RIN

-1.2k, hurt/comfort, fight with parents mentioned, reader wants to pursue a literary career, insecurities and second guessing about choices in life, crying reader and gentle rin

a/n- I saw a reel on insta where the bf was wiping his gf's mascara and it was so cute that I was fuelled to write this. I'm literally writing after 2 months so pls spare me. Also I love rin. REBLOGS + INTERACTIONS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

you could always count on your lover to support your decisions. Rin was your biggest admirer, he was all you could ask for and more.

When the doorbell of his apartment rang approximately at around 10:41 in the night, Rin scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion.

He was not expecting anyone this late. He looked up at the door in suspicion when the doorbell rang again.

Taking his reading glasses off and putting his book down on the coffee table, he uttered a 'coming' before walking off to open the door.

His eyes widened in shock, concern and a little bit of fear at what he saw.

There you were, standing on the other side, arms wrapped around yourself as you sniffled. You were supposed to be at a family dinner. But you were standing in front of him, mascara and eyeliner running down your very glossy and very red eyes, staining your cheeks black.

The sight in front of him, made Rin's heart drop as a sense of unpleasantness and worry consumed him whole.

"Hi," you croaked out, wiping the fresh tear that streamed down your face which  in turn smudged the black makeup residues.

"I'm sorry, I..I just didn't know where to go. I didn't want to be alone. Can I come in?" Your arms tightened around yourself as you looked at him hopefully.

Your words broke his chain of thoughts as he pulled you inside and locked his door.

He sat you down on the sofa and gave you some water which you gratefully drank. You didn't quite realise how scratchy and dry your throat had been until you drank the water.

"Thank you," you offered him a gentle smile.

"Wait here," with that he seemed to disappear somewhere only coming back with a packet of wet wipes.

He sat down and took your face in his hands, inspecting it thoroughly before taking out a wet wipe.

"Dinner went south? Mhm?" He asked, voice gentle like the cool breeze of an autumn's day. It soothed you a bit.

"Yea..." You replied in a murmur, feeling the damp wipe against your already tear dampened face.

Rin's hands worked skillfully as he gently wiped off the runny mascara from around your eyes and cheeks. There was a shared silence between you two that was comfortable, welcomed even.

"I want you to look up for me," he said and you obliged. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"Got into a fight with my mum. She said stuff about me trying to pursue a literary career," you felt your chest tighten as the earlier fight with your mum, who you thought would support your decisions, replayed in your brain.

Rin only hummed, urging you to continue as he slowly went to wipe the other side of your face.

"She said it's not a promising career, would not sustain my life and who knows if it could work out. She said it's better as a hobby, something that I do in my free time. She's so sure I'll fail Rin, I'm scared," your voice broke as a fresh stream of tears fell down your eyes. You bit your lip to suppress any sound from coming out.

"I was so sure that I wanted to do this and now...now I'm second guessing. I mean, what am I even doing with my life? What if she's correct and nothing works out?" You inhaled, exhaling shakily from your mouth. Your breaths were heavy and Rin was livid that someone could break you this badly.

He remembered all the days and nights you spent working on your unfinished debut novel draft, scraping, editing and doing it all over again till you believed it to be perfect. He was there through your writing blocks and how you felt helpless when it happened. He would read your work for you, smiling at you proudly because that's what he was. He was always so proud of you. He always provided you with comfort whenever you needed it. You need it now more than ever.

He kept the wipe down as he finished removing your makeup and wiped away your tears with his hands. He rested his hand on your cheek then. Calloused as they were due to years of football training, they blossomed in you a feeling of solace. A much needed one. You closed your eyes, leaning into his hands as you took it in.

"I think you are wonderful," he rubbed his thumb against your cheek in a comforting motion.

"I think you're wonderful and absolutely brilliant at what you do. Your writing is splendid y/n and never ever let anyone make you think or feel otherwise," you let out a breathy laugh at his words as you opened your eyes to look at him.

"Oh no no don't laugh. I'm dead serious right now," and he was. He was absolutely focussed on your face and he spoke from his heart, with all his heart.

"You have a way with words and you execute them brilliantly. As far as not knowing if it will work out goes, really, of how many things are we absolutely sure about? Life is unpredictable. What if it does work out? That's a fair possibility isn't it?" He tilted his head as he smiled at you, bringing a small smile to your own lips. You didn't even notice but your sniffling and your tears had stopped.

"I know that but it's just so aggravating you know? She just gave me this reality check. She said everything I sometimes feel so insecure about like I don't know, voicing out my worst fears or something," you sighed as you flopped back on the sofa pillow sighing.

"Tell me about having a shitty family," he pushed back his fringes — which messily fell over his eyes again — as he fell beside you, putting his legs up on the coffee table.

"Tell me something Rin," you rested your head against his shoulder, snuggling against his muscular body, his arms engulfing your figure and bringing you closer.

"How do I know everything will be worth it?"

"You don't and that's the beauty of it," he looked down at your face, placing a kiss on your temple.

"You know I never knew if football would be right for me. I knew I was skilled but there were these thoughts in the crevices of my mind that would crawl up to the surface sometimes and I would worry. It took practice, a whole lot of shaping and belief."

"You have to believe in yourself. You have to believe in your dreams. Keep writing, no matter who says what, no matter what happens. You are skilled, you are smart and you have so much potential. Sometimes the thoughts will crawl up but you've got to push them down okay? And when you're the biggest author out there with bestseller books and millions of fans around the world, remember I was your first fan. Also, always your biggest one," He placed another kiss on your forehead as you were left in awe of the words he spoke. You could only grin at his softly smiling visage.

"What?" He whispered.

"I never knew you had a way with words," you took his face in your hands, looking up at him with adoration and love.

He mimicked the look on your face as he slowly wrapped his hand around your wrist, leaving a chaste kiss on your fingers.

"Eh. I try. Gotta watch out for my love now don't I?"

[girl-that-writes]

You woke up late today but it's 10 minutes earlier than yesterday? I'm proud of you.

You didn't get out of bed yesterday but you did today? I'm proud of you.

You didn't drink water yesterday but you drank half a glass today? I'm proud of you.

You didn't wash your face yesterday but you did today? I'm proud of you.

You didn't brush your teeth yesterday but you did today? I'm proud of you.

You ate, even if just a little more than you did yesterday? I'm proud of you.

You studied a line more than you did yesterday? I'm proud of you.

You took a small step, put yourself one inch forward? I'm proud of you.

You didn't do any of those things, but just got up, didn't end it all, and just existed, despite things getting harder and the monsters in your head getting louder?

I'm proud of you.

[suugarbabe]

headcanons for preferably Enzo Theo and Matty, but you can do whoever you want, about comforting reader after she went through a panic attack because of X situation, and she is still pretty shaken/kind of out of it? you know that moment you just want to bundle up and cry? yeah that, could really use some comfort🥹 tysm in advance🫶🏻

So i'm only gonna do the three that you asked for, if anyone wants to know my opinions on the other two just let me know.

Enzo:

Enzo is the doter, like, he gets you anything and everything he things you may need

you don't feel like eating? doesn't matter, Enzo has all your favorites lined up for when you're finally hungry

you haven't left your dorm? that's okay, you don't need to. Enzo's brought all your work from each class and already has copies of notes for you to look over when you're ready

haven't drank anything all day? not a problem, Enzo has water, your favorite drink and a hydration potion (that he definitely convinces you to take sooner rather than later)

you just want to lay there and do nothing? easy peasy, once Enzo has all your essentials ready for you, he's right next to you in bed

and Enzo is so tall and broad and lanky that he basically envelopes you like a weighted blanket

heat coming off his body as soon as you're wrapped around him and you can't help but drift off to sleep as soon as you're wrapped up in him

and once you wake up Enzo's giving kisses all over your face, telling you how proud he is that you got through it and encouraging you to eat and drink something (and you finally do) and he stays with you all night until you're ready to face the world again

Mattheo:

Mattheo makes it his soul mission to make sure that he's always there for you whenever you have a panic attack and everything that happens after

whether that's because he grew up with neither of his parents really comforting him and he doesn't want you to ever feel the way he did

or that he just loves you so much that he never wants you to go through something so rough and emotionally breaking alone (probably both)

but he's with you throughout the entire night/day/hours that you're going through it

he always starts with the same thing, grabbing hold of your face and giving you a long breath taking kiss

he does this because he read a muggle book that stated holding your breath was a way to reset your nervous system (or something like that) and he figured the best way for you to do that was to have your lips on his

then after he makes sure you drink a cold glass of water because (he also read) that panic attacks make someone feel really hot and sweaty so he figured cold water was a good distraction because of the change in temperature

afterwards he lets you cling to him like a koala, just wrapped around him and he holds you close to him so you can hear his heart beat, hear it slow and steady and comforting so that yours will soon take on the same rhythym

Theo:

growing up with his father Theo is no stranger to panic attacks

he's developed his own methods on how to maintain himself during and after one and does his best to share this knowledge with you

one of the things he does with you is holding your face while he repeats the mantra that always helps him stay grounded and calm

Respiri calmi

He makes you take a long slow breath in between each time saying it *deep breath in* *exhale out while saying the mantra*

When you're breathing has steadied enough he makes you eat a small snack

which is often just your favorite candy and a glass of water

then he leads you to your bed (or his whichever room you're in) and insists on laying in the same position each time

you on your back, comfortably on the pillow while he lays on top of you, head resting on your chest and his body weight on your torso

he makes you lay this way for two reasons

one: he is insistent that his weight on top of you will help ground you and calm you down

two: he likes to listen to your heart beat and makes sure it returns to a steady pace before allowing either of you to drift off to sleep

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Chung Myung x Fem! Reader: 100 Years and a Promise (SFW/Part 4/Finale)

Summary: You’re both used to your new life. A few years have passed and things are comfortable. This part has a sillier vibe than the last. It’s also the last SFW part I’m writing.

Contains: Fem! Reader, Alcohol mention (thanks Chung Myung), hangovers, Chung Myung being jealous, Jo Gul getting bullied because Chung Myung is jealous (sorry Jo Gul), a Chung Myung POV I’m not very proud of but it’s there

WC: 5,184

Chung Myung feels warm sunlight hit his eyelids as he begins to stir. His head is pounding thanks to last night’s activities, and the grogginess is not helping. A faint snoring hits his eardrums, but it takes him a moment to realize they were too soft to be his. He jolts up when he realizes that someone else is in his room.

He tries to look around, but not too fast to avoid vomiting. It feels like someone is holding his hand, so he looks down to investigate and finds you lying on the side of his bed. It looks as if you fell asleep while sitting on his bedroom floor, and he can’t imagine that sleeping like that is comfortable.

You feel someone nudging your cheek, and when you wake up there’s a creek in your neck and a slight headache. My headache can’t be as bad as Chung Myung’s considering how much he drank, you think, and look up to see him staring at you. “Oh, good morning,” you say softly. You're assuming he has a hangover, and you don't want to make it worse by speaking too loud.

“Morning,” he replies and immediately follows it with a yawn. You notice that one hand covers his mouth, but the other is preoccupied with holding yours. You must’ve fallen asleep while holding hands, how scandalous! Imagine if someone walked in on you two. Your peers wouldn't let you live that down for years.

“Chung Myung, can you let go of me, please?” you ask after a futile attempt to retrieve your hand. “Do I have to?” “Yes, because you need to burn off that alcohol and take a bath, stinky,” you say and get up from your uncomfortable spot. “I’ll go draw a bath for you while you get rid of your hangover, m’kay?” You tell him this so he’ll let go, and he does. You run off to heat up some water for the wooden tub, and Chung Myung is left alone with his own thoughts.

- Chung Myung’s POV

“I’ll go draw a bath for you while you get rid of your hangover, m’kay?” is what (y/n) said before she left the room. After taking care of my hangover, my mind is still plagued by her. No matter how hard I try I cannot stop thinking about her and the way she glows in the moonlight. I’m not entirely sure if that beautiful scene from last night was real or a dream, and if it was a dream, I’m upset that I woke up from it.

She looked divine, but did she always look like that? Even a hundred years ago? I'm a fool for not realizing this sooner. I also can’t help but wonder if she’s always been so soft and caring towards me. I suppose she was when I wasn’t causing trouble and trying to start fights. She’s always made sure I’ve eaten, patched me up, and has helped me achieve my goals.

Just thinking about her makes my chest feel warm, and I can’t figure out why I constantly feel the need to hold her. It’s as if she’s holding a magnet that’s constantly pulling me towards her… Is this what romantic love feels like?

Everytime I look back on my previous life, I’m certain there’s a familial love I feel towards people like Chung Mung, but this is different. This is a new uncharted territory, and it makes me feel anxious. It’s not a bad version of anxiety; it’s hard to explain. These feelings are complicated and I really wish it didn’t take me this long to notice them. Life would be easier if I knew what to do next, but I don’t even know if she feels the same.

Knock knock! “Chung Myung, I’m coming in!” I hear her yell. Think of the woman and she shall appear. She walks in and continues,” It’s hot and ready, so hurry before it gets cold.” “(y/n), can I ask you something?” I ask. After last night and realizing my feelings, something has been bothering me.

She mentioned something about starting a family back in the day, and that she already had someone in mind. Obviously that never happened, but the thought of her loving someone else upsets me. She loved this person, but I never heard anything else about him. I never even noticed anyone getting that close to her, so whoever it was, he wasn’t very public with his feelings. Could this mean he didn’t care about her? Did he even love her in the first place? I’m probably overthinking things, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask her about him.

I feel the mattress dip while she sits beside me, and the curious expression on her face makes my heart beat faster. Since when was her expressions so cute!? She’s pulling such an adorable face, and the fact that I can’t pull her towards me and mash my lips on hers is killing me!

My face is definitely beet red, and I know that she’s noticed because she asks,” Are you feverish again? I thought you were getting rid of your hangover? I’d rather talk to you when you have a clear mind-” “I did! It’s clear enough! Now, let me ask you something,” I say. I can’t help but anticipate her answer; I’ve waited over one-hundred years to find out who this man is. I’m going to be pissed if it turns out he was an asshole towards her.

- Reader’s POV

“Remember the promise you made to me?” he asks, and you shake your head. You’re lying of course; you didn’t expect him to remember such a thing! “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve made a lot of those over the past hundred-and-something years, so you’re gonna have to clarify,” you reply while twirling your hair around, and it suddenly feels like eye contact is more intimidating than any war you’ve fought in.

“You promised me you’d tell me who you loved before the war ended. It’s ended, so now you have to tell me!” He clears the air and his face is filled with anticipation. “O-Oh! I don’t remember that-” “Bullshit! You made a pinky promise, too, so you HAVE to answer the question!”

Oh, I fucked up. You think, because you actually have to answer his question now. There’s no backing out of something as serious as a pinky promise. You try your best to create a lie but struggle to come up with anything. You decided that giving vague answers would be your best bet.

“He was tall, dark and handsome,” you reply with a falsely confident smirk plastered on your face. He raises an eyebrow,” Tall, dark and handsome?” “Mhm!” “That is painfully vague, (y/n). That description matches almost everyone in the sect,” he points out. His expression looks genuinely upset and he’s not playing around like all those years ago. He continues,” How long are you going to keep this from me? At this point, I’d assume he was never real in the first place. You’d never do something like that, though. Right?”

You look down at your palms and notice that they’re starting to sweat. You stare at the floor like it’s infinitely more interesting than your conversation, because you’re trying your best to avoid what’s about to happen. You really don’t want to look him in the eyes and tell him the truth. It'll be painfully awkward, but it looks like that might happen soon.

”Right, (y/n)?” He asks, and there’s an awkward silence that fills the air afterwards. “Dammit, (y/n), please tell me you didn’t lie about that…” “Okay, so here’s the thing. The part about wanting to settle down was genuine, but I couldn’t find a bachelor I liked. When I finally did, the crush was one-sided.”

”When you kept pestering me about who it was, I panicked and didn’t know what to say. Back then, I didn’t want to look lame in front of you, so I told you it was a secret!” You blurt out. You release a sigh to loosen up the tightness in your chest caused by all of this stress and continue,” I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to lie and lead you on like that. Honestly, I thought you would have forgotten by now. That was over a hundred years ago, but you still remembered that little promise we made.”

“Of course I did. I didn’t know how to show it or realize how much I cared about you back then. When you died, I tried to cherish every memory you left behind,” he answers while rubbing the back of his neck. Talking about your death upsets him, and he’s trying his best to not show it. The mattress dips as you sit beside him. “Aw, Chung Myung, that’s so sweet. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve gotten soft since then,” you elbow him while you tease him in hopes that it lightens the mood.

Your teasing certainly gets a reaction out of him as he retorts,” No, I have not!” His arms cross while he continues,” Anyways, back to you. So you did all of that because you were awkward and couldn’t pull anyone. Instead of looking like a loser in front of your friend, you lied and kept that secret for over a hundred years.” “I mean, yeah, most of that is true. Except for the awkward part. I was hot and I could’ve pulled anyone I wanted!” “Except for the guy you had a crush on,” he points out.

You frown, because that guy was technically him and him pointing that out stings. You quickly recover from this, though. You’ve had this unrequited love for years, so hiding your true feelings is as easy as breathing. You chuckle and reply,” Yeah, except him.”

”Seeing how upset you are makes me regret everything. I should be more upfront with stuff like that, and I’m sorry for keeping that from you. It was wrong of me to do that,” your gaze looks serious while you apologize. You grab his hand while you continue,” I swear I’ll never do something like that again.” You notice his cheeks turn red, maybe from anger? Who knows. Chung Myung’s mind is hard to read and he’s unpredictable. That’s why you enjoy his company so much. He keeps you on your toes.

He lets out a long sigh,” You swear it?” “I swear it.” “Well then I’ll accept your apology, but make sure you stay true to your word. They hold no weight if you don’t practice what you preach,” he says, and you couldn’t agree more. After finally getting all of that out, you feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off of your shoulders.

“It’s settled, then,” you say as you get up and hold your hand out to him. “The bath water has probably gotten cold by now, but you still need to clean up.” “Yeah, yeah,” he says as he takes your hand and gets off of his bed. “You still stink like alcohol,” you comment. It’s not overbearing, but it’s not what an honorable disciple of Mount Hua should smell like.

”I do not!” “You do, stinky.”

-

After that morning, you noticed Chung Myung started acting differently. Anytime you’d hand him something his fingers would ghost over yours. When you walked side by side, he’d walk so close that your hands would brush together. Any bystander would think you two were about to start holding hands.

He’s also been weirdly aggressive towards some of the disciples. Well, he’s always been like that, but lately it’s increased ten fold towards disciples that are “suspiciously friendly” towards you. That’s what he said when you asked him about his attitude, and you just assumed he was being extra protective since you two were old friends.

You’ve overheard disciples gossiping about you two. They say that you guys act like a couple, and you’re secretly in a relationship. That last part is kind of dumb in your opinion. Dating is technically allowed so hiding it makes no sense, and even if it wasn’t, Chung Myung isn’t afraid to break the rules. He already drinks like someone who’s about to have their limbs amputated, so a petty rule like that is nothing to him.

While walking to the dining hall, you overhear a group of younger disciples actually talk about who’s dating who, and you think you heard them drop your name and Jo Gul's. You decide to ignore it and mind your business; there’s no need to ruin your day with something like that. You have something more important to concentrate on, anyway, and that’s dinner.

When you enter the dining hall, the fragrance coming from the rich meats and spices fills your senses. Your stomach starts to growl; the roasted meat on the table is the only thing you can think about right now. Never mind the gossiping disciples from earlier, food is ten times more important than the nonsense they spat!

You make your way over to your usual spot, and Jo Gul and Yunjong are already there. When you sit down, your mouth starts to water at the sight of beef glistening in a spicy sauce, roasted vegetables, fluffy white rice, and crispy chicken. Your stomach growls at the exquisitely appetizing scene in front of you, and you waste no time in grabbing a plate and filling it to the brim.

“(Y/N), don’t steal all of the food! Save some for the rest of us! I’m begging you!” Jo Gul playfully wines while giving you puppy eyes. You roll your own eyes at him,”Of course I’m not going to eat everything, Jo Gul… Or will I?” You snicker at him, and he’s acting overly dramatic as he makes a devastated face at your response.

”Just kidding!” You laugh at him. “Here, have a bite!” You say as you toss a chunk of meat at him. He flawlessly catches it in his mouth, and can’t help but smile while he chews it. The flavors are so divine it’d put a smile on anyone’s face.

You hear someone’s foot steps approach you from behind, but you pay them no attention as you grab another piece of meat between your fingers. “One more time! Say ‘Ahhhh’!” You tell Jo Gul while you aim. He starts to open his mouth, but closes his lips when he looks over your shoulder. He is visibly nervous when he makes eye contact with the person behind you.

Yunjong, whose lips were originally smiling during your guys’ exchange, have now turned down slightly. Your eyes follow theirs, and they land on Chung Myung. He looks intimidating while he towers over you. Well, intimidating to other disciples, but not to you. You’re used to his pissy face at this point. It has its own unique charm.

”Chung Myung, it’s about time you joined us!” You chime in, and he finally stops glaring daggers at poor Jo Gul. His attention snaps to you and his gaze softens. The expression he makes towards you is so tender, and it brings a sentimental warmth to your chest. It reminds you of how grateful you are that you two are here living with each other again.

”Here, sit beside me!” You say while patting on the chair beside you. He follows suit, but gives Jo Gul the side eye before filling up his plate. Did something happen between them? You think, but brush it off. There’s no need to pry into that right now. If you bring it up, Chung Myung might get pissed at him again and raise hell. Everyone’s happy because we’re surrounded by food; better not change that.

Except the mood did change unwillingly. Even as he ate, you could still see that there was something wrong with Chung Myung and Jo Gul looked terrified. There was an awkward silence that felt like it droned on forever until Jo Gul decided to do something about it. ”So, (Y/N), the weathers been good, right? Lots of… Sun…” the poor guy tried so hard to break the uncomfortable silence. He stopped the silence, but the atmosphere was still awkward.

“Jeez, that’s how you’re going to start this conversation? I don’t mean to judge, but… Nevermind, I’m judging,” You reply to him. You swear you saw Chung Myung smirk out of the corner of your eye. “What’s so funny, Chung Myung?” You turn and ask him. Something clearly happened between the two of them, and they're starting to make this evening unbearable.

”It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” he replies while digging into his food. It's your turn to give him a side eye, but you decide to ignore him and redirect your attention to your meal. After eating in peace for a couple of minutes, you see something fly out of the corner of your eye. You tried to mind your business, but the second time you snapped your head in the direction it landed.

Poor Jo Gul got smacked in the face with a smidge of sauce. You notice that there’s another glob heading towards him, so you catch it mid-air with a napkin. Your eyes follow the direction it came from, and notice that Chung Myung is looking really suspicious.

“Chung Myung, did you throw this?” You ask and stare him down. His eyes refuse to meet yours while he replies,”Me? No, that’s wasting food. I’d never!” He cracks a smile. “You’re a terrible liar,” you say, and a small piece of chicken hits him on the cheek. He glares at the culprit, and this time it’s Jo Gul that's on the attack.

“Are you stupid!?” Yunjong blurts out at Jo Gul. It looks like someone will have to plan his funeral later. Immediately after Yunjong’s outburst you watch Chung Myung throw a large piece of chicken at Jo Gul, and a food fight is definitely going to break out if you don’t stop this.

You decide not to, because this is the most entertaining thing you’ve seen all week. Thanks to Jo Gul’s terrible aim, someone that was sitting at the table behind us got involved. Everything escalates quickly, and there’s a food war breaking out in the lunch hall.

It’s chaos. They somehow even got Yunjong involved, which surprised you. He’s so quiet and seems like a goody two shoes, but here he is slinging handfuls of rice like it’s no one’s business. You feel something sticky hit the side of your head, and now there’s sauce stuck in your hair. Time to get involved!

You shoot out of your chair and fling your food at your attacker. It was Jo Gul, and it smacks him in the face. He’s covered in what was going to be your leftovers and you can’t help but laugh at the sour expression on his face.

Chung Myung takes this opportunity to grab an entire chicken, stuffs one of the legs in his mouth, and chucks it at Jo Gul’s head. The poor guy tries to hit it before it lands on his face, but fails. The force of this chicken actually knocks him off of his feet, and his butt smacks on the hardwood floor.

Chung Myung starts walking towards Jo Gul with a chair, and you grab him by the waist to make him stop. “Jeez, at least let him get up! And what’s with the chair? That’s too far!” You yell at him. “Mmmph!” Is all you hear while you grab at his arms. He looks annoyed at your sad attempts to stop him, but you eventually rip the chair out of his arms. If you weren’t there, Jo Gul definitely would’ve gained another head injury thanks to Chung Myung.

While you sit the chair down and scold Chung Myung, you hear a slam coming from the entrance and everyone halts. ”What’s going on!?” You hear one of the elders yell. You’re all fucked.

-

“Man, I’m beat!” You sighed while walking to your room. You tried your best to get you and your friends out of punishment, but it backfired. They made you mop AND wash the dishes. Chung Myung didn’t have to help you with the dishes, he didn’t even get punished, but he still helped you anyway. That was sweet of him. You think as you walk side-by-side.

You finally got to bathe after all of that, and you can’t wait to go to bed. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” He suddenly asks. “What do you mean?” “Our life right now,” he clarifies. “Yeah, you’re right. I mean, the last one was nice and I miss it sometimes, but this current one is good, too. We get to be young again and have fun. It’s especially fun since you’re here,” you reply while elbowing him.

He’s giving you another one of those tender smiles, and his eyes soften. You’re ridiculously pretty in this life, too. You think to yourself. “I think these new disciples have grown on me, too,” you add. “Maybe a bit too much,” you heard Chung Myung say that under his breath.

“Oh? Afraid I’ll replace you with one of them?” You ask and Chung Myung stops dead in his tracks. You stand in front of him as you tease,” Are you getting jealous, Chung Myung?” “Yes.”

You stare at him for a solid second. You did not expect him to say that. You’ve known him for well over a hundred years and couldn’t predict that he’d say something like that. “Wait, you’re actually jealous?” “Mhm.” “Of who exactly? Is there someone specific, or are you jealous of every person that interacts with me?” You ask him.

He grabs both of your hands and asks,”Do you like Jo Gul?” He looks anxious while he’s waiting for your reply. “I guess he’s nice,” you reply. “Why do you ask?” “I heard someone say you two were sneaking off in the middle of the night and planned on eloping,” he says while crossing his arms.

“Heh… Heheheh-“ you let go and break out in giggles, but you’re quickly interrupted by your friend. “Stop laughing!” He snaps, and you hold your stomach while you try your best to stop laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Hah, I just can’t believe you actually thought I was talking to him like that-“ “I didn’t say that I believed it!” His cheeks are starting to turn red from embarrassment.

”Good, because none of it’s true,” You say and start walking towards your bedroom again. He catches up to you, and you feel his hand brush against yours. Should I hold his hand or not? I mean, he did grab mine earlier… You think, and after going back and forth a couple of times you decide to take that risk.

You grab his hand, and he doesn’t pull away. A small smile cracks on your face, but you’re too nervous to look up at him. You don't know if you should let go or not when you both get near your bedroom door. The both of you finally stop, and when you try to pull away Chung Myung keeps holding on to you. It's like last night all over again.

“This is my stop-” “What if I liked you like that?” His eyes look dead serious, and judging by his tone you know he's not joking right now. “W-What?” You asked hesitantly. He takes a step closer to you and doubles down on what he was saying,” What if I liked- no, loved you enough to sneak off with you? What if I loved you enough to secretly elope with you during the night?”

”You’re not drunk right now, are you?” “No!” He replies with desperation in his tone. You nervously swallow your spit, because this isn’t real, right? This has to be a dream. Your crush, who you’ve loved and waited for for over one hundred years, is trying to confess to you. It sounds too good to be true!

Your heart feels like it’s going over a hundred beats per minute right, and you look down at your hands that are still interlocked together. You pull his hands closer to your chest and look back into his eyes. “Chung Myung, if this is a joke, it’s a really cruel one.” “It’s not, I’m asking a genuine question!” After his response, you inhale and exhale deeply in an attempt to calm your nerves. It doesn’t help much, and you can already feel your cheeks heating up.

”Don’t laugh at what I’m about to say,” you tell him, and pray that you won’t cringe at this moment in the near future. He looks slightly confused, but you continue before he can say anything. It’s now or never. “That would make me the happiest woman in the world,” you reply to his question and he holds your hands a little tighter.

His lips start turning upwards into the cheesy grin you've always loved. “Do you know how long I've waited for this, (y/n)?” “I don't know, since you started getting jealous of Jo Gul?” “I was not!” He groans at your response. “I've been waiting for over a hundred years, you know,” you tell him and his eyes widen.

“Over a hundred?” He asks with his mouth agape. “Mhm.” “... You were talking about me back then, weren't you?” He asks. He really hit the nail on the head, huh? It only took him over a century to realize that.

You wrap his hands around your waist, and he doesn't budge when you get closer to him. At this point you guys are so close that your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck, and with a sudden burst of confidence, admit,” Well, you are tall, dark, and handsome, aren't you?”

His eyes widen slightly and his cheeks redden at your sudden boldness. His flusteredness makes it clear that he didn't expect this, and the current look on his face is adorable. It's the kind of face you'd want to grab and plant kisses all over. Maybe I should… you think while sitting in silence for a couple of seconds.

You haven't seen Chung Myung be this nervous in years. His tan lips suddenly part as he tries to break the silence,” Can I…” “Can you what? Use your words,” you tell him while keeping your eyes on his lips. His gaze follows yours, and what you want is obvious.

“Can I please kiss you?” He asked with bated breath. “Of course,” you reply and he hesitantly closes the space between you. When your lips finally met, it was sloppy. You're an elder who’s never kissed anyone, and judging by his movements Chung Myung is in the same boat. You two probably look pathetic right now, but oh well. You're literally living your dream right now, so you could care less.

When your lips part, he grabs your face and tries to go in again. This time it's more sporadic and heated, and your hands start to roam his chest. He acts like he's been starved for weeks and is finally digging into his favorite food. You try your best to match his hungry pace.

When you part a second time you’re both out of breath, and this love feels electrifying. His eyes are unfocused while you grab his face and start planting little pecks all over it. “I’ve- peck loved- peck you- peck for- peck so- peck fucking- peck long!” “Heheh, I can tell!” He says in between giggles.

All you feel right now is your love that’s accumulated over the years finally spilling out, and Chung Myung definitely isn’t complaining about it. You keep spoiling him, and he’s basking in all of the new attention he’s getting. If your love is water, he’s the sponge that’s soaking it up.

After a few more kisses, you pull away to get a good look at his face, and he’s smiling from ear-to-ear. Your face mirrors his, because after saying what was on your mind for ages, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest. He continues holding you tightly, and for a moment all you do is lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. It reminds you that you two are alive and the nightmares from your past life are long gone. You’ve yearned for his love for over a century, and you finally got it.

The silence is comfortable, and after you've had your fill of bear hugs you look up at Chung Myung. “How long have you loved me?” You asked him. “That's hard to answer,” he replies while running his hands up and down your back. You rest your chin on his chest while eagerly waiting for him to continue.

“There might've been something before you died, but it intensified after you left. Then, I found you again, and for the past few years it got stronger. I didn't realize what those feelings were until recently… I've never had romantic feelings before, y'know?” “Yeah, and you were never really pursued, either-” “What's that supposed to mean!? I had people all over me during my prime!” “You're lying and you know it; most people were terrified of you and your attitude! You only tolerated me and a handful of other people,” you confidently call out his bull shit.

You sigh and continue,”Regardless, I am over the moon now that we've been upfront with each other.” “Yeah, me too,” he replies. You pull away, but not without grabbing a hold of Chung Myung's hand. You turn to open your door and make your way in while dragging him in.

“What are you doing?” He asks while following you, and you close the door behind him. “Going to bed. Are you joining me or not?” You ask as you let go of him and plop on your bed. Not even a second passed and he's already thrown himself onto the mattress.

“Desperate, are we?” you tease as you finally get to lay down after such a long day. He hushes you, but never denies it as he pulls you into his chest. It's softer than you expected, and you prefer this over your old pillow.

“I love you,” you remind him and give him one last peck on the cheek before going to sleep. “I love you, too,” he adds and falls asleep not even a minute after his head hits the pillow. He snores like an old man, and while it would annoy most people, it's endearing to you. It's what you listen to as you drift off into a blissful slumber.

That was the best sleep you’ve had since you both reincarnated. There were no nightmares about your past or tears, just comfort while being in your lover’s arms. It's like he's your nightmare repellant, and you hope you're the same for him. You'll have to sleep with each other again.

[electric-acoustic-eclectic]

[Hey, hey. You've probably had a long day, huh buddy? How about let's take a minute to check what we've done today, okay?]

[There you go! Now, let's make sure we drink enough water, okay? You're mostly made of it! And make sure to eat. If you're finding food or water hard today, that's okay too. You can take it slow, it's okay, I'm not going to judge you. Did you change your bedsheets? Take down that plate? Pick up those clothes? Remember you can take your time with these tasks. There you go, it's okay. I know the world might seem hard and scary a lot, but it's okay. You're going to be okay no matter how you might think or feel sometimes. Progress isn't a straight line, it's got curves and bends. You're doing your best, I am proud of you, and I love you my little chicks.]

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Art Donaldson x Fem!Reader: Marry Me?

This came to me in a dream lol ... yeah anyway enjoy:)

Y/N = Your Name

~ I do not own the characters, plot, etc. of Challengers

Masterlist

Y/N's POV

You wake up and hear your phone buzzing like crazy. You push Art enough to grab your phone and answer it without looking at the caller ID.

Mom - Honey, are you up? Y/N - Just woke up, mom. Why are you bothering me so early? Mom - You're the one who told me that the family had to get there early to see Art before he leaves for his match today. We're waiting outside the neighborhood for you to tell security that we're okay to be sent through. Y/N - Oh shit yeah I did say that... I will tell Gary and he'll let you through. Sorry about that. Mom - It's okay sweetie. See you soon.

You hang up with her, call Gary aka your security guy, then you get up. You stretch your back, see your lack of clothing, and you remember last night. OH yeah... You turn to Art and push him a little. He groans, you kiss him on the cheek, and say, "Happy Match Day, and also my family is literally 5 minutes away!" Art replies, "Oh god... uh I'm getting up. I love you, baby." You kiss him on the lips and you reply, "I love you too, my love."

You throw on a casual outfit for now, run downstairs, and start heating up the oven for food. You also start packing up snacks for Art's day and making sure his water + smoothie is ready for him.

You hear knocking on your door, you let your family inside, and you rush back to the kitchen. Food goes into the oven for reheating and you make Art's oatmeal with fruit. You pour it into a bowl as he walks around the corner. He hugs your family before putting his arms around your waist and says, "You're so warm. I missed you. I love you." You ask, "Do you want to do match day yoga outside as the food reheats for them?" You & Art started a quick 20-minute morning yoga routine every day he competes to relax. Sometimes you'll even do it on off days because you both love yoga together. He nods, and you excuse yourself to your family and walk outside. You go through the yoga routine before heading back inside.

You take the food out and everyone serves themselves before you all sit at the breakfast table. Art pulls the chair next to him closer and you sit there. One of his hands finds your knee as he eats his oatmeal. You all talk and enjoy your company.

Art leaves to finish getting ready, you kiss him goodbye, and he heads out.

You chill with your family for a while before getting ready. The tournament is one where you wear all-white to every match. It's so scary to wear white and you just pray you don't spill anything.

Art reserved a place for dinner for you two and your family, which is very exciting for you. You cannot wait for it! You also can't wait to see Art compete today! He's been doing so well and you're so proud of him.

The match begins... you and your family go crazy for Art!

Patrick, his best friend from childhood, shows up and sits next to you. Art and Patrick may not see eye to eye on everything, but they still support each other. Patrick ended up with Art's ex-wife for a brief period and you're lucky you weren't around for that phase. You've met Tashi and you're not a fan of how she treats people.

ART WINS!!! He runs over to you after he shakes hands with his opponent. He pulls you close and into a kiss that gets louder applause. HAHA!

You wait at the cars for Art to be finished cleaning up. He rode with his manager this morning because he wanted to catch a ride back with your family in case he drank at dinner. He claims his alcohol tolerance is low because of his workout lifestyle.

You see Art round the corner of the building and you run towards him. His smile gets wider, he drops his bag right when you approach, and he hugs you tightly, before kissing you again. You exclaim, "Hi my love!" He replies, "Hi I love you." You reply, "And I love you... This outfit is very attractive and handsome tonight, Art. Who are you trying to impress?" He answers, "One woman, you. Did it work?" You answer, "I think you'll be very pleased with how tonight ends." He smirks and kisses you again.

You walk back to your family, pile into the cars, and drive over to dinner.

Art hangs back to ask your stepdad for something as you head closer to the building. Art catches up with you, takes your hand, and leads you inside where you see two of your best friends inside. OMG!

Art exclaims, "Surprise baby! I flew them in." You kiss him, thank him, and then hug your friends.

Dinner is AMAZING... It's probably one of the best nights of your life for a while. You have everyone you love in one place. How could it get any better? Oh ... the dessert really seals the deal, they have your favorite!!!

You all walk out to the pier behind the restaurant and you notice white roses everywhere. You look around and then you see the big "Marry Me?" sign at the end of the roses. Art pulls you towards it, gets down on one knee, and exclaims, "Y/N, you mean the world to me. I never thought I would find love again, but then you came into my life. It’s genuinely impossible not to love you. You embody what perfection looks like in a person. On my darkest days, you bring light, and during my happy moments, you make them even more joyous. The way you make me feel understood and valued is something I hold dear. You are not only the most beautiful woman I know but also the most intelligent. Your support and enthusiasm for tennis have reignited my passion for the game. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I truly don’t want to. Would you, Y/N, marry me?” You exclaim happily, "Yes, yes of course I'll be your wife." Art slides the ring on your finger and then kisses you.

[i-am-true-believer]

Hello, my sweet fanfiction readers, the late night scrollers, the mid day day dreamers. I feel like todays a good day for a check-in. It's been a bit hasnt it?

So, take a deep breath. This is a safe place to land. In a world of strife and hate, I promise here is a safe place. This is a no hate, judgment free zone.

Have you eaten today? Drank water? Have you moved around just a little bit? I'm proud of you for waking up today, for trying, for choosing to keep living when life is so hard. Your comfort character is so proud of you too. They're so happy you exist, and they're waiting for you. They're ready for your next adventure, your next story. They're waiting for you to read about their lives and their romances. They're so excited! What's it going to be today? Found family? A/B/O? enemies to lovers? Whatever it is that helps you through the day, I'm so glad it does. Remember, if there is an infinite number of universes, then there's a universe where your comfort character adores you beyond anything else. No matter what your brain is telling you, I promise you are loved, you are important, and you matter.

Remember your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the girl who's scrolling with you, giving you a safe place to land. If you need a friend I'm here, if you need somewhere to vent, someone to gush about characters to, I'm here. I hope tomorrow is better than today and that you remember how loved you are. I hope you find the fic or post that makes today a little bit easier.

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