#imagine what I’ll be able to do once I’m actually able to move comfortably!!!

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

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[milkywaydrabbles]

21 from kinktober list with alucard 👀 I can see him and fem reader trying to seduce trevor and sypha into their bed… perhaps greta can join too 😏

A/N: This was such a daunting request I didn't know if I'd be able to do it or not tbh but IT'S HERE!!! This is a little bit of a monster but I hope you like it, I put blood sweat and tears into this req for you MWUAH

Threesome or Moresome x Alucard, Trevor, Sypha

“Honey, just think about it.”

“This is embarrassing, absolutely not.”

“Adrian, you don’t think I didn’t see how you used to look at them? Before really being with me?” 

That stopped him in his tracks.

Alucard thought he was so good and hiding his face, his glances, his pout whenever he saw how the two doted on each other. But he wore his heart on his sleeve, and you could see right through him.

“I love you, dearly, and I know you love me.” You sighed into his hair, pressing a kiss to his temple. “But if you want this, I’ll indulge. I’ll even bring it up first, if you’d like.” You reassured, feeling his arms tighten around you. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re not enough for me, darling..” You held his chin, moving it to make him look up at you, eyes full of love and affection. “I know I’m enough for you, my love. But let yourself enjoy this. If they say no, well that’s that. But what if they say yes?”

Alucard groaned, blush covering his face. 

“Fine. We’ll ask.”

-

“You know, you really outdo yourself with dinner every time, really, but the wine is still outmatched.” Sypha slaps a hand on Trevor’s chest, looking over as if to say ‘what?’ while you cackled a laugh, and Alucard sighed, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. He can’t believe he’s actually fantasized about this. “Dinner is delicious as usual.” Sypha interjected, the four of you now lounging in the grand living room. The castle was quite gorgeous, after all this time of you and Alucard both working at it to become a home once again. They still didn’t know how you of all people stuck around with him. (Well, Sypha understood, mostly Trevor being a dick.) You fought valiantly by their side, holding your own as a witch in their midsts. They were sure you’d go on your own to continue fighting the masses. Instead, you stayed--and built a life with Alucard. Hell, you even called him Adrian. (It warmed his heart that his name would still be remembered.) 

“Thank you, Sypha, as for the wine, you should really be thanking Adrian, Belmont. He knows how to source a good red.” You winked over at him, seeing his pale skin turn ablaze with crimson. “Ah, right, thank you Adrian.” You knew Trevor was simply teasing, but it gave you a glimpse of hope when the brunette winked at your lover the same way you did. His stomach flipped, palms sweating as he steeled himself for you to bring up probably the most embarrassing request he could imagine. 

Even more embarrassing when he was caught with makeshift dolls of the couple in his kitchen.

“Actually, Trevor, Sypha. We have...a proposal. For the two of you.” the Speaker’s interest piqued, cocking a brow.  You looked over to Alucard, taking his hand in yours and rubbing soothing circles into his palm. “Alright? Out with it already.” Belmont was impatient as always. You glanced at him once more, making sure he was still okay with the interest. And when you saw him nod, you continued.

“We’d like to sleep with you, both.”

You could hear a pin fall with how the silence cut through the air of the castle. You looked perfectly calm, smiling at the couple across from you that couldn’t quite believe what they were hearing. In reality you were scared to death. You didn’t want to be the one to bring it up, but Alucard had whispered his desires to you in the comfort of your bed, after taking you over and over again one night. How were you ever supposed to say no to him? Besides, it’s not like you hadn’t thought of it yourself after he brought it up. 

Sypha was the first to break the silence, tapping on Trevor’s jaw to have him close his fucking mouth. “Ah--” She cleared her throat, before starting again. “That was ah, quite the joke you two!” She nervously laughed, hoping you’d eventually crack your facade. You didn’t. “Not a joke Sypha, right Adrian?” You looked over at your lover, whose face was still flushed. “We’ve ah....discussed, inviting you to our bed before, if you were comfortable.” Trevor snorted a laugh. “Always knew you wanted me--the muscles usually do it.” He flexed an arm, now it was your turn to slap at him, before laying your hand a bit too close to his crotch, released Alucard’s hand and mirroring on Sypha’s lap. “You can take your time to think about it, you can say no right now...but the offer is there.” The two looked at each other, hearts racing as they took you up on your offer.

-

The four of you sat on your shared bed, large enough to comfortably fit you all. The two were hesitant, you can tell, which meant you would have to lead the way until everyone was comfortable. You gently held onto Sypha’s hand, pulling her towards you close enough to caress her face with your other hand. “Tell me to stop if you ever feel uncomfortable..” You whispered, watching her glance down at your lips with parted mouth, nodding once before meeting you in a soft kiss. You heard a faint gasp, not sure which male it’s coming from. You ignore it either way, angling her face towards you to deepen the kiss, hand on her face moving to run your fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her head. “Fuck.” Trevor’s deep voice rumbled through you, feeling his breath tickle at your neck. He kissed your skin, hands slowly exploring your body from behind as you continued with Sypha, biting at her lip asking for permission to go further. The speaker opened her mouth, letting you explore her mouth with your tongue, licking at her teeth and tongue. She gasped when feeling a new presence behind her, Alucard’s hands grasping at her chest through her clothes, fangs scraping at her neck. You detached yourself from her to take in the sight before you: Alucard kissing and suckling bites into Sypha’s neck, her hand reaching back to grip at his blonde tresses, mouth hanging open and already panting. 

It made you so wet looking at them. You kissed the other side of her neck while Trevor started groping you, hands moving up and down your body, even rubbing at your clothed pussy for a moment before moving back up. You moaned, looking up at Sypha and Alucard sharing a heated kiss, his hand covering her throat. You were pulled back. “I don’t know how I feel about him kissing my wife like that..” The Belmont mumbled, and with a snicker you turned to look at him, both hands running through his silky hair. “Then why don’t you kiss his wife like that?” You challenge, immediately being pressed closer to him with a moan. Your shared kiss with Trevor wasn’t as soft, not like a woman’s touch--it was all tongue and teeth, his hands gripping at you and moving to take your clothes off as quickly as possible. You couldn’t help but giggle, looking back to see Alucard doing the same to Sypha. You shared a look with him, making sure you were both still on the same page. A hand shot out,gripping at your jaw and turning your head. “Look at me, beautiful. Wanna be in on the fun.” Fuck. You understood why your sweet and charming husband looked at Belmont with lust in his eyes. You palmed at his crotch, Trevor hissing into your mouth and bucking into your hand. “Take these off, Trevor..” You mumbled against his lips, feeling entirely too exposed in comparison to him. Throwing caution to the wind Trevor discarded his clothes quickly, latching himself back onto you. You trailed your kisses down his body, across his strong chest, chiseled abs, making sure to lick over all the scars that littered his body on the way down. You gave special treatment around his adonis belt, licking his happy trail along the way. “Fuck, Alucard you never said your wife was insatiable.” He joked, though his laughter came out shakier than he intended it to. 

“Same could be said to you.” He mumbled against Sypha’s skin, who was writhing underneath him already. He was kissing and biting at her hips, trailing his tongue and fangs to the inside of her thighs, exposed cunt near his face. Sypha leaned up on her forearms, watching his every move with baited breath, letting out soft whimpers each time he bit down on a particularly sensitive spot on her thighs. She wanted to complain, wanted to beg him to stop teasing her the way she would have with Trevor--but when he peaked up through his long lashes and those beautiful hues looked at her, well, she couldn’t help but let him continue at an excruciatingly slow pace. One of his hands trailed up her body, groping and pinching at her tit and nipple, pulling the hard bud here and there in between. Sypha moaned, opening her legs up more for him and bucking up, in hopes he would move faster to where she wanted it. He clicked his tongue once, before licking a stripe up her pussy. “So impatient..” He whispered against her, other arm wrapping around underneath her thigh and pulling her flush against his face, lapping up her juices as she squirmed above him. “Oh, fuck.” Sypha fell against the bed, both hands tugging at Alucard’s hair as he moved to fuck her on his tongue. No matter how eloquent the man seemed, Alucard ate pussy like a man starved. And he had been wanting her for so long, lusting after the couple from the moment they met. He wouldn’t let her go dissatisfied. 

Trevor couldn’t help but look at the sight before him: his friend going down on his wife that was writhing in pleasure underneath him. He wanted to feel a pang of jealousy, really he did, but he was so turned on it made his dick jump. He heard you giggle underneath him, licking from the tip of his cock down to his balls. A hand slowly pumped him as he bit back a moan, swallowing hard as you continued to tease and kiss at his dick. “They look good, don’t they?” You commented on the couple next to you, mouthing at the length before engulfing his cock into your mouth, sucking and spitting it. Trevor shuddered a breath, bucking his hips deeper into your mouth accidentally, letting out a small moan when he saw how good you took him in your mouth. Trevor was a bit girthier than Alucard, but what he lacked in thickness he made up for in length. You were fortunately very used to being face fucked, taking Trevor’s length was easy for you, if only just a tad shorter. He pet your hair, grabbing at the roots and letting you set a pace, leaning over and smacking your ass for good measure. You moaned around him, stuttering and gagging around him from the sudden slap. 

You felt a delicate hand slip two fingers into your soaking cunt, causing you to moan again around the brunette. Behind you was Sypha, slowly fucking her fingers into your wet heat. Her head was spinning with how good Alucard was eating her, but having your pussy right in her face was driving her mad. She wanted a taste, even if just from licking the juices off her fingers. Alucard noticed, releasing the grip he had on her just enough for her to reposition herself underneath you, grabbing at your hips and begging you to sit on her face. “Beautiful pussy..” you heard her whisper, bringing a heat to your face. Sypha was sloppy, still so new to eating cunt but her desire to make you feel good was so overwhelming she couldn’t help but keep licking at you. She was a quick learner, feeling your hole clench around her tongue whenever she licked up a certain way, your hips pressing down harder into her face when she sucked your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you rutted against her face, feeling Trevor take control of her head and fucking into your throat. 

Alucard brought Sypha up to her first orgasm, pushing two fingers into her heat and curling up--hitting that squishy spot that had her creaming on his face. She moaned into your pussy, causing you to hump at her face using her to get to your high. It wasn’t long until you were there, sucking harsh on your nub when you came. “You girls look so good when you cum.” Trevor laughed breathlessly, pulling you off his cock to let you catch your breath. Alucard chuckled, removing the last of his clothes and kneeling. “I’d have to agree with you Belmont, they’re gorgeous aren’t they.” The compliments had you preening, turning around stradling Spyha, rubbing your body on hers as you tasted yourself on her tongue, before looking up at your husband with a salacious smile. “I want a taste~” You cooed, pulling him down for a kiss and licking into his mouth with a moan. “Taste so good on his tongue, Sypha.” Her body shuddered, a light blush dusting her skin. Alucard looked over at Trevor, slowly pumping his cock as he eyed both yours and Sypha’s pussy on display for him. “Do you want a taste, Belmont?” Alucard was treading lightly, still unsure if Trevor would reciprocate. “Fuck, come here you stupid vampire.” Without a second thought, Trevor grabbed the back of Alucard’s neck and smashed his lips against him, biting and licking his lips, tongues circling each other in a fight to dominate the other. Alucard whimpered, letting Trevor take the lead as he licked into his mouth, the blonde’s nails clawing down Trevor’s chest and grabbing a hold of his hard cock. The vampire hunter hissed, pulling back to look at the way Alucard stroked him, huffing as Alucard traveled south to suck him off. Trevor moaned, head being thrown back as the other male sucked him off with enthusiasm. Alucard bobbed his head, tongue sticking out from his mouth and slurped the spit that was dribbling from his mouth. 

You moved to get underneath Alucard, enough to be able to take his cock into your mouth. He was incredibly hard, leaking precum over the sheets as he continued to ignore his own pleasure for everyone elses’. So selfless. You lapped up the stickiness from the head, and trailing down to his balls, taking one into your mouth and laving your tongue over it, while your hand jerked at his enlarged cock. He stuttered on Trevor’s cock, causing him to release him with a pop and take hold with his hand, flicking his wrist and keeping a pleasurable pressure on him. “Ah fuck, darling, so good for me.” He groaned, gripping the roots at the crown of your head, pulling you up to shove you down onto his cock. You gagged, regaining your composure as you continued to choke around him, nosing his pubes with each thrust he gave you. Alucard continued giving Trevor attention, wrapping his pretty lips against his dick again, nails clawing at his thighs with each thrust Trevor decided to meet with his bobbing. 

Sypha moved up to kiss Trevor, tongue licking at his mouth, gripping his broad shoulders as they made out. He dipped two fingers into her wet cunt, pistoning them in and out of her sloppy pussy. “Fuck, they’re better than I thought they’d be.” Trevor all but moaned into her mouth, and she nodded in agreement, fucking herself down on his thick fingers. Trevor pulled Alucard off his cock, the dhampir’s eyes glassing over with lust, pulling him up for a quick kiss before whispering against him: “I want to fuck your wife.”

You and Sypha moved in tandem, face down ass up towards Trevor, practically presenting your dripping cunts to him while the two of you moved to lick and suck Alucard’s cock and balls. It was nearly overwhelming ,feeling the love of his life share his dick with his friend, exchanging kisses and spit with each other. He almost forgot why he was in this position in the first place before hearing you squeal. Trevor pushed into your tight heat, pussy greedily sucking him in with each thrust. “Fuck! Pussy so good.” He growled, grabbing a hold of your hips and slamming himself into you. Alucard saw your eyes roll to the back of your head, slowly becoming cockdrunk off Trevor’s dick. It made his dick twitch in Sypha’s mouth, a glob of precum oozing out onto her tongue. Your mouth lolled open, tongue hanging as you drooled onto the sheets below you. You couldn’t form any words, just babbling away at how good Trevor was making you feel. Trevor pulled out, only to shove himself into Sypha turning her to mush the same way. You’d both give Alucard head, turning messy and sloppy each time Trevor would take turns with the two of you. Then Trevor surprised the dhampir the most.

“You want a turn, pretty boy?”

-

“Trevor you fuck him so good.” You gasped, rubbing your pussy along Sypha’s, fingers in her mouth making her a mess underneath you. On the side of you was Alucard already crying at the feeling of his tight hole being pummeled by the Belmont. He was so full, cock feeling so much better than he could have ever imagined. Alucard reached for you, grabbing at your free hand. You held his hand, looking over to your husband with your eyes hazy, cunt sopping wet against the speaker’s. “Look at you honey, so fucking handsome.” You heard him moan, tip wet with his arousal. Sypha’s muffled voice was warped around your fingers, letting up enough to let her speak. “Wanna ride him, please.” Her eyes were pleading, and who were you to deny her?

She scrambled from below you, hovering over his cock and lining herself up, Trevor slowing down enough to let her slowly fill herself up with Alucard’s cock. She clawed at his chest, feeling so full and having him so deep was making her pant. Trevor sped up once again, wrapping a hand around Sypha to tease and grope her tits. He kissed at her back and shoulders, biting every now and again with pleasure. Alucard was dizzy, pleasure completely overwhelming him, but he knew something was still missing-you were still missing. With hazy eyes he looked at you, not even giving you a moment before he pulled you onto his face and ate you like a man starved. You cried out, feeling his tongue to deep curling into your cunt as you rode him. Each moan he let out vibrated against your pussy, pushing you closer to the edge. Sypha was just about as far along as you were, bouncing on Alucard’s dick with fervor. You reached down to rub at her swollen clit, occasionally pinching the bundle of nerves. She cried out, trembling and clenching on Alucard, riding her orgasm on his cock until she tapped: climbing off him to catch her breath. Alucard was losing his mind, so close to cumming. You could feel his desperation in the way he ate you out. Leaning down you took his cock into your mouth, taste Sypha’s cum on his length. Alucard held out as long as he could, waiting to feel you clench around his tongue and tasting your cum, gushing out over his tongue and face, before moaning and bucking into your tongue releasing his sticky fluids into your mouth and deep down your throat. Trevor took all the sights in, dick twitching inside Alucard before he pulled out, pulling Sypha down and jerking onto her tongue. “Share with our pretty boy, beautiful.” He panted, having Sypha crawling up to Alucard’s mouth and sharing Trevor’s cum with him after you moved away. 

The four of you collapsed onto the large bed, nothing but pants and huffs heard in the air, thick with the scent of sex. “So...this is what you two freaks get up to?” Trevor teased, feeling a pillow lunged at him muffling his face. 

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk, Belmont.”

[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

some headcanons about dating timeskip!Kenma please!!

thank you Anon, I would absolutely love to share some stuff about this beautiful boy~ As always, feel free to send any other requests you got, I’ll be more than happy to share my thoughts~

status: unedited

word count: 1.4k (damn that’s the most I’ve written in a hot minute)

warnings: cursing, pure fluff, mentions of weed, crackfick a little suggestive? Idk man I’m sleepy

wrote this instead of studying for my physics final exam😋

🩵Aged Up Kenma Headcannons🩵~

Ok first off we gotta get the basic facts down. This boy may be sweet as sugar, but he’s also one lazy mother fucker. And For the most part, I’d say that he really doesn’t change much from when he was a kid. The most I can say about him, is he definitely is a lot more confident being in front of people, ( I mean that’s kinda his job now, but bear with me) and has become less awkward around people. Very different from when he first met Hinata, he can actually hold a good and relaxed conversation now. That’s not to say he isn’t introverted anymore, (he definitely still would rather be at home) but he is more confident in himself to be able to actually be able to engage with someone. Is he gonna go out of his way to talk to someone? Hell no, but he can at least handle being approached without overthinking and triggering his anxiety.

This definitely also translates to his relationship with you. You still will have be the one who makes the first move, or at least initiating conversations.

But one things for sure, once he likes you, he loves you. Like wanting to wife you up regardless of gender. And I feel like, (later on in the relationship ofc) if you ever had kids, he would be the best most present dad ever. Like he wouldn’t be a house husband, (his YouTube gig is completely paying for your mortgage) but because the majority of what he does has him, stream for like an hour, go on call for a few minutes, or just edit his videos for a bit, he would be able to make a lot of time for any and all children he has. But that’s way later on in the relationship.

Once he’s comfortable in the relationship with you, I can definitely see him involving you in his content. Not like a whole boyfriend and girlfriend couples channel, but like a once a year “reacting to fucked up shit with my girl” type beat.

And since we’re on the subject of content, <<<<<<<<

Like imagine having the most shitty day possible and you come home to your boyfriend streaming COD or some shit. You just face-plant into the bed next to him and he snaps his head towards you.

”shit baby you good?” he asks as he raises an eyebrow, looking at you concerned as you mumble angrily. He recognizes the nonverbal gestures and just pats his lap with a quick, “c’mere baby,” and hugs you, letting you muzzle your face into his neck away from the camera, and wrapping a fluffy blanket around you, before he kisses you head and say, “gimme ten more minutes to finish this and we’ll order some takeout k?”. He gives you the most sincere and adorable smile ever sending butterflies not only to you, but all his fans watching, as he smiles and goes back to playing like nothing happened, the chat going wilddddddd. (My gay ass heart go brrrrrr)

I know for a fact that somewhere out there in haikyuu internet, there is a corny ass edit of y’all doing that shit, trust. (I need to keep my slang outta here man 😭)

ok, getting off the sidetrack, kenma is still like rlly introverted. Like his ideal date is just sitting at home watching some cheesy studio ghibi movie (His favorite is the boy and the heron, fight me on that, it’s the hill I’m willing to die on.)

If not some cute Disney movie, I also feel like he’d be into like some mystery or like not quite horoscope stuff. Like I feel like he would really be into Wednesday. If he had to watch an actual horror movie, I feel like I’d be like some of the older ones like scream or Nightmare on elm street type shit.

Speaking of scream, I feel like at least once yall would have to do the ghostface couples costume thing. Like I feel like this would just suit him so well. Idk my brains just going feral on it right now. (This was supposed to have a link attached, but it kept fuckin up and I’m to lazy to deal with it so just look it up, the couples version, it’s hot af)

aside from the specific stuff that I know people hate reading, the next thing you gotta know about this version of kenma is he is a TEASE. Like not even like an NSFW type tease. Just like a “he’s an ass but I love him.” Like when he was younger I feel like he was too nervous and flustered to point that kinda stuff out. But now? Man is a menace and a half. The type of dude to be like, “I have no idea how your ass fits in those shorts. Oh no, you’re not taken them off now~” or like the most basic annoying shit like bro fuck off and let me cuddle you in peace without being annoying. Like, he’d be like, “ damn someone’s neady today~ you tryna fuck me in front of everyone?” Like bro stfu I’m just tryna cuddle. Either that or he’d call you clingy for returning the affection he initiated. Like bro, quit being a lil bitch and let me be happy you butt muffin.

Man is putting full pussy into annoying you. He’s the type of guy to call you the most vile, disgusting, cringe ass nicknames, specifically to piss you off. You need him to take out the trash? “Yes my Pookie Wookie McSmoo Moo bear~” *gags while writing this* You’re yelling at him for some stupid thing, “I sorry my sugar booger~.”

Yeah this part is real OOC, and I was gonna write more but I physically cannot bring myself to do it so anyway, his other 3 favorite things to annoy you by calling you is, Cutesie Poopsie, Shnookums, and side piece #2. (Bro I just gave myself the ick)

Beige flags aside, he does have some green ones . For example, he’s a fabulous listener. Like, you just wanna rant and yell about your day? C’mere babes, he already got fluffy blankets, stuffies, and fluffy socks at the ready. You just wanna cry in piece? Looks like his lap has a vacant spot, he can play games and scratch your head at the same time. #bbgtreatment (regardless of gender. If tumblr has taught me anything it’s that nobody is to thug to be bbg, can I get an amen?🙏 )

The more comfortable he is with you, the more he will make jokes, but in the most monotone voice ever. Like you could be ranting to your bestie on the phone like, “I forgot my umbrella at work… yeah I’m soaked,” and you just hear him from his corner calmly shouting “that’s what she said,” not even turning away from his game, as if it was natural to him. It’s always so easy to talk with him, unless it’s about his problems, but we ain’t gon talk about that rn, I’m feeling too fluffy.

There is one thing that I absolutely have to address for this man though. The average female height in my country is 5’4. And Kenma is only 5’6. Chances are, he’s not gonna be towering over you or nothing. Especially if you a tall specimen like me. (AFAB but gender is a construct yolo on those hoes). So chances are, this mf is for a fact, stealing your clothes. No article of clothing is safe. Hoodie? Sorry boo he got cold streaming. T-shirt? None of his were clean. Miniskirt? Onlyfans- He was pulling a Gojo sorry 😋

Tbh I don’t see him ever really having a wedding, or really ever getting married. Too much social interaction and attention on him. Gross. The most I can see him doing is, one night while y’all smoking pot or something, being like “yo wanna get married?” He wants to be with you forever without the government getting involved, but hey, times are tough, and marriage helps with tax returns. So y’all just kinda go to the courthouse, get it done, then fly off to some place to elope.

in all Kenma is just a great loyal guy, who is the biggest pain in your ass, but the biggest cutie patootie this side of the nuthouse.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope y’all enjoyed, this was so fun to write, if you liked this and want more content like this make sure to request and check out my other stuff. Love y’all bastards, Thots and Enby Hots🩵

[strniohoeee]

Ache

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis: Chris is struggling with some issues,Y/N is there for him to help him with whatever he wants😌This for that anonymous request I got! Smoochie this for you🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 message me if you liked it😗

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUT so please back off if you’re a child. There’s hair pulling, spit, roughness, manhandling kind of, use of “good boy”, and tbh I think that’s all🤭🤭

Song of the imagine: Flatline- Justin Bieber

This is a 18+ imagine, so minors please do not interact AT ALL

Chris POV

I had my hand tightly wrapped around my dick stroking going in between firm and light tugs. I was letting the hot water hit my back as I tried to get myself off. It has been a month since I last came, and everytime I try now I simply can not cum. So everyday I'm miserable walking around with blue balls, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I had finally given up when I couldn’t clear my mind to cum, immediately getting frustrated. I just decided to finish my shower, and hope that I could actually cum after my relaxing shower.

I hadn’t been able to cum since coming back from tour. I couldn’t touch myself for a month and a half since I was either on the tour bus, or sharing a room with Nick and Matt. I’m finally back from tour, ready to explode, and here I am struggling to blow my load. Embarrassing….

I finished showering, and decided to lay in bed trying to ignore my painful bulge, but I simply couldn’t. So I decided to try one more time. I removed the covers off myself and decided to pull my pajama bottoms down slightly allowing my hard cock to spring forward. Once again I allowed myself to have no thoughts and began to stroke my dick, but to no surprise my arm was starting to cramp, and I couldn’t cum no matter how hard I was trying.

“What the fuck is wrong with me” I groaned in frustration as I rubbed my eyes

I decided to pull my pants back up, and text Y/N asking if I could go over. She was my best friend and we were so comfortable with each other that I could tell her anything with no judgment.

-Hey. I’m sorry to bother you so late, but can I come over??

-Hiii Chris! Yes ofc I’m actually really bored :(

-cool I’ll be over in 15. I really need to chat with you

-ohhh okay you’re scaring me lol

-oh no sorry it’s personal issues

-gotcha! Okay drive safe see you soon<3

I hearted the message and put my hoodie on, and grabbed my keys. I hopped into the car, and drove over to Y/N’s. No music playing either because I couldn’t hear anything other than my throbbing cock

I parked in a spot, and walked to her apartment building, heading up to her floor. I knocked on the door, and within 30 seconds the door flys open

“Chrissssss I missed you” Y/N said pulling me inside and giving me a big hug

“I missed you too” I said hugging her tighter

“Come sit down” she said letting go and plopping down onto her couch

“How was tour?” She asked as she looked down at her phone

“Uhh it was good. It was very fun meeting everyone” I told her looking at her every move

“I’m glad you had fun, but I’m so glad you’re back home” she said smiling at me

“I’m so glad to be back too” I said staring at her lips

“Chris, you seem off, what's wrong?” She asked examining my face. She hadn’t noticed my bulge as I had a pillow on my lap in a nonchalant manner

“I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but something’s not right” I told her

“What do you mean?” She asked getting concerned

“This is so embarrassing” I said rubbing my face

“Chris, come on. We’re best friends and we tell each other everything. You can be as TMI as you want I don’t care” she said giggling

“Yeah, but this….its a little weird” I said

“Chris, just tell me please” she said, losing patience.

“Okay. I haven’t been able to cum since we got back from tour, and on tour I couldn’t masturbate because we were on a tour bus, or sharing a room, and now that I’m back I can’t fucking cum, and I need to so so bad” I said kinda whining the last part

“I’m sorry Chris, but I’m not sure what to do” she said looking at me concerned

“Could you maybe help me?” I asked her avoiding eye contact

“Chris…. I don’t know this seems like territory I shouldn’t get myself into” She said looking away

“I know, but can you at least talk to me while I masturbate, and if I can’t cum then I’ll leave, and this never happened” I told her

“Chris” she started, but I cut her off

“Please Y/N. PLEASE I’ll get down on my knees and beg” I told her looking at her

“Okay fine” she said

“Thank you so fucking much” i told her

“How do you want me to do this?” she asked me kinda laughing

“Uhhh can you take off your top I wanna look at your tits” I told her licking my lips

“Okay but take your shirt off too” she said getting down on the floor, and removing her shirt and bra

I removed my hoodie and slid my pajama pants down a little bit. Allowing my cock to spring up

“Fuck you look so hot like that” I told her watched her with half lidded eyes

“Chris you can’t say stuff like that to me” she said looking away blushing slightly

“Sorry you just look so fucking hot” I told her stroking my cock

“Do you want me to talk to you?” She asked, and I nodded my head yes

“Chris I don’t know what to say, this is awkward” she said laughing

“Say whatever you want, but before you do come spit on my cock” I told her, and she gasped, but complied. She crawled over and spat all over my cock

“Fuck” I said as I rolled my head back

“You like that?” She asked in a seductive way

My head snaps towards her and my eyes are wide with surprise, and for some reason that made my cock even harder

“You’re such a dirty boy” she said batting her lashes at me

“Oh fuck, please keep talking like that” I said as my hips thrusted upwards

“So pathetic, can’t cum on your own. You have to use me” she said as she rubbed her tits

I just moaned and allowed my jaw to fall slack

“You like being treated like a dirty fucking slut don’t you” she asked me touching my thighs

I fucking shuddered, and allowed my hips to thrust upwards

“Answer me now. You like to be degraded like a dirty boy” she said inching her hands closer to my dick

“Ohhh fuck I do! I DO! I love being treated like a slut” I said looking at her through my lashes

“Are you going to cum” she asked, spitting on the head of my cock as my hand went down. I let out a loud whine and vigorously nodded my head up and down

“Awww look at you. Cumming so fast you can’t even last a long time. How pathetic” she said laughing, and this made me lose it. I fucking came all over my lower stomach with a loud groan and my eyes shut.

She got up quickly and got a paper towel to allow me to clean myself up. I cleaned myself up, but my cock was painfully hard still

“I need more” I told her breathing heavily

“Chris that’s not what you said” she said still shirtless looking back at me

“Fuck I know, but I’m so fucking hard right now I need more” I told her looking at her tits

“Well touch yourself again” she said

“No I need to fuck you” I told her biting my lip

“I don’t know that seems…”

“Please let me fuck you please” I said still looking into her eyes

“That’s not something I could help you with” she said

“Please I’ll be your good boy. I’ll be your best boy you can use me for your own pleasure too” I told her

“Fuck Chris that was so hot” she said biting her lip

“Please Y/N” I said giving her a sad look

“Fuck it. You’re so hot right now I can’t deny that I’m so turned on” she said starting to remove her bottoms

I stood up and grabbed her by the neck and pulled her mouth into mine. I started to kiss her in a sloppy way. Moving from her lips to her neck and down to her boobs taking one into my mouth as I moaned. She shuttered when i did this

“Fuck Chris I need you now” she said tugging my hair at the roots

I grabbed her again and walked her towards her patio windows. Slamming her against it as I kissed her harshly again

“You’re so hot right now I want to fucking cum just by looking at you” I told her. I spit on my fingers and brought them down to her pussy, immediately mixing with her own arousal I started to rub her clit

“Oh my god” she said looking into my eyes with her mouth wide open. I slipped two fingers in as we made out. I fingered her for about 5 minutes before I pulled away

“I need to fuck you now” I told her, but before she could answer I roughly turned her around and pushed her against the glass

“Chris someone might see” she said as her breast and side of her face was up against the window

“Good, they can see you getting fucked” I said as I smacked her ass

I grabbed my dick allowing it to meet her entrance and slowly started to insert myself into her

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” we both said as I slowly pushed into her. She had her right leg propped up on the nightstand she had with a lamp on it.

I grabbed her right arm holding it back, as my other hand grabbed her hair. I started to relentlessly pound into her

All that could be heard was our skin slapping, and our loud pants

“Fuck you take me so well” I moaned into her ear

“Chris you feel so fucking good” she said allowing her head to roll back in ecstasy

I kept pounding into her at a ferocious speed. I was starting to sweat

“Fuck you look so hot all red and sweaty” she said looking at me as her head was turned

“Yeah and you look fucked out” I said kissing her harshly. I was pounding into her as we were sloppily making out

“Wanna ride me baby” I asked breaking away from the kiss

“Fuck yeah” she said. I pulled out of her so I could sit back on her couch. I positioned her over my cock and slowly helped her sink down onto me

“Jesus” she said as she threw her head back.

She started to bounce on my cock as I massaged her tits

“Fuck keep going I’m going to cum so hard” I told her biting my lip and moaning

She went from bouncing to grinding on my cock and clenching down on me

“Chris I’m gonna cum” she said still grinding down on me

When she rolled back I leaned my head down and spit in the space where her clit met my Pelvic bone. This allowed her clit to glide against my pelvic bone with ease

“Shit that was so fucking not Chris I’m going to cum” she said grinding harshly against me

“Keep going baby I wanna see you cum on my cock” I said running a hand through my hair

She kept grinding and soon I felt her twitch, and loudly moaned as her body shook and she fell into me riding her high out.

“Fuck Chris” she said still slowly grinding on me, and kissing on my neck

“I’m gonna cum, can I paint your tits?” I asked her, and she nodded her head yes. I pulled her off of me, and she got down to her knees in front of me. I spit down on my cock and held eye contact with her as I pumped my cock up and down

“Fuck” was all I said as my jaw fell slack, and I came all over her bare chest. Moaning loudly and breathing heavily

Soon I came down from my high

“Fuck that was amazing” I said as I helped her up

“Chris that was the best sex I’ve ever had” she said biting her lip

“Don’t move,” I told her. I grabbed my phone, and snapped a photo of her bare tits covered in my cum

“You look so hot. I will be cumming to this photo for the rest of my life” I told her as I went in for another kiss

“I’m gonna be cumming to the thought of this night every time now” She said back to me

“Just call me up, and I’ll fuck you again and again” I told her

“Mmm i like that” she said getting up. “Come take shower with me” she said sticking her hand out

“Round 2 in the shower?” I asked her half joking

“Mmm that sounds amazing” she said

We both ran to the shower and def had another round in the shower. ;)

The End

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[wren-kitchens]

this one actually makes sense as a standalone fic tbh but it's too short for me to be bothered with formatting

anyway mumscarian with touch averse scar finding other ways to show affection! more specifically, stiff's no touchy scar <3

scar smiles to himself as he watches mumbo and grian from across the room. it’s midwinter, and it’s been snowing so incessantly since last night that they haven’t been able to leave the house all day, so they’re all cozied up indoors. 

buried under a mountain of blankets, scar is half asleep on the sofa, occasionally commenting on mumbo’s prowess (or lack thereof) in the mariokart game he’s playing against grian. grian is on the floor next to the other sofa, and the two are swapping with increasingly creative insults whenever the other wins.

scar is deeply amused by the whole situation. both mumbo and grian are as bad as each other when it comes to mariokart, and scar enjoys the annoyed squawking that grian makes whenever he mentions jimmy being better. mumbo, it seems, shares that enjoyment—though he stops laughing when scar brings up how badly he lost against martyn last time they’d played.

“you absolute-!” grian shouts suddenly, startling scar for a moment. “this is why you had to program grumbot to like you!”

mumbo bursts out laughing.

“that’s your best one yet!” mumbo grins. “oh, i’m gonna have to write some of these down.”

“already on it!” scar tells him, waving his phone. “so far i’ve got ‘you’re like if jimmy didn’t have good looks’, ‘scar could play better than you and he doesn’t have a controller’ and ‘when beyoncé said ‘to the left to the left’ she did not mean right now’.”

grian cackles. “I think I got that one from scott, i’ve been talking to him more lately.”

“I am telling jimmy about the first one.” scar grins. 

“no- you can’t tell him that!” grian squawks. “i’ll never hear the end of it!”

“I know.” scar says mischievously.

“it’s okay g,” mumbo reaches down to pat him on the shoulder, mock-comforting. “joel will make more fun of you than we ever could.”

“oh no.” grian groans into his hands.

“I owe joel so much for making fun of you when I can’t.” scar says solemnly.

“and martyn.” mumbo nods. “if anyone knows how to commit to a bit, it’s them.”

“hear hear.” grian says miserably, but when he moves his hands, he’s smiling. “another round?”

“you’re on.” 

scar leans back on the sofa and begins to gaze at them again, a syrupy pleasure pooling in his stomach. his eyes trace their features with utter adoration; the mischievous light that dances in grian’s eyes as he teases mumbo, the soft smile as mumbo tries to pretend he’s offended, the comfortable warmth that fills the room.

he loves the way grian’s whole face lights up as he laughs, the way his eyes crinkle in the corners, the way his giggles ring through the room. he loves how mumbo can’t quite disguise how much he’s enjoying himself, how his grin is fond and warm, how he keeps laughing to himself like he can’t help it.

wow. he really loves them, huh?

mumbo glances over at scar and sees him looking. he goes a little pink, but smirks playfully. “see something you like?” he teases.

immediately, grian whoops, and the words ‘you win!’ flash on his side of the screen. scar bursts out laughing at mumbo’s outraged expression as he realises what just happened.

“what?!” he exclaims, voice pitching higher. “wh- no, that can’t be fair, scar distracted me!”

“hey, I was staring at you both equally.” scar teases, and something warm blooms in his chest as grian blushes. “you just happened to look at me.”

“scar, you’re just too pretty.” grian says solemnly. 

“oh.” scar pouts, mock-upset. “okay. i’ll just.. leave, I guess..”

he starts to stand up, and both mumbo and grian shout at once for him to stay.

“nuh uh, I didn’t mean that in a bad way.” grian says. “I will get one of those.. shepherd hook thingies and I will keep you in this room!” 

scar laughs, imagining it. “g, I love you, but do you really think you have the strength for that?”

grian squawks in protest and mumbo cackles. “it’s okay, i’ll help you.”

scar raises an eyebrow. “do you think you have the strength for that?”

“hey!” mumbo exclaims, and scar giggles at the twin outraged expressions on his partners’ faces. “neither do you!”

“I never said I did.” scar says cheerfully.

grian sticks his tongue out at scar, who copies him.

“one more game?” mumbo offers.

“whoever wins this one gets to eat the first cookie I decorate.” scar tells them. he has never seen two people look more determined in his life.

scar could never understand the people who would tell him that he ‘couldn’t really love someone’ because he refused to hug anyone, or that if he loved someone, he’d make an exception. even before he was old enough to know to what extent, he’d always known it was bullshit. 

but now..

gosh. scar doesn’t think it could be possible to be more in love than he is with mumbo and grian, and he still doesn’t hug them. in fact, he thinks he might have fallen deeper into love when he realised just how much they respect that about him—no strings attached.

as he watches mumbo whoop in sheer delight, getting to his feet and jumping on the spot to celebrate his victory, and grian struggling immensely to look truly upset as mumbo picks him up and spins him around, scar doesn’t think there could be any better partners in the world. 

so maybe they show love in different ways. if he had the chance, scar wouldn’t change a single thing.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

mjf talking you through it 🧎🏼‍♀️ missin him extra

I'll take care of you

Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist

Warnings: SMUT, unmentioned past trauma

Summary: Reader has had a troubled past when it came to partners. She was always nervous about relationships especially when it came to the intimate part of a relationship. Luckily she found Max, he always took care of her and never pressured her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. What happens when she’s finally ready to be intimate with Max? 

I’ll never forget the day when Y/n told me about her past. I coudn’t believe that someone could do such a thing to someone as kind and beautiful as Y/n. She explained to me that she struggled to be intimate after what happened and I promised her I would never push her to do something she was uncomfortable with. Normally sex was all I cared about but Y/n changed the way I looked at relationships. I no longer looked at the intimate side, I enjoyed the quality time I would spend with Y/n. 

I was on my way to Y/n’s place for our weekly dinner dates. Tonight Y/n wanted to stay in which I had no problem with. She told me she made a delicious dinner and I was excited. On my way, I picked up a fresh bouquet of flowers for her kitchen. Like she said dinner was indeed delicious, she spent all day working on a delicious feast and I felt undeserving of it. After our meal, I helped Y/n clean up and the two of us picked out a movie to watch. It didn’t last long before the two of us began to make out. Every time I found Y/n on my lap all I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and make the most beautiful love to her. Every time I had to remind myself that I coudn’t. I wanted Y/n to make that move, we never made it past making out before she told me she coudn’t do it. I know she felt guilty about it but I reassured her that it was okay. I would wait until she was ready, I didn’t care how long it took. 

Y/n straddled my waist as she sucked on that sweet spot on my neck that drove me crazy. She delicately started to grind on me, I didn’t mind that we weren’t intimate but there is only so much one can talk. It was hard but I had to pry Y/n off me. “I’m sorry, If we don’t stop now I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself,” I told her “What if I don’t want to stop?” she told me. I was confused as to what she was talking about “What?” I asked her “I think I’m ready Max” I coudn’t believe what I was hearing. Was tonight going to be the night? 

I held Y/n close as I picked her up and ran up the stairs, carefully placing her on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Y/n. “Yes Max, I’m sure,” she told me reassuringly. “Just say the word and I’ll stop” I removed my clothing before I carefully got on top of Y/n. I removed her clothing carefully like I was unwrapping a delicate present. I placed delicate kisses all over her body, praising her. I lined myself up with her entrance before slowly pushing myself into her. She fought it at first, it was her body’s natural instinct so I talked her through it all. “You’re doing so good baby, just relax. You need to breathe Y/n” I told her. Once her body was able to relax I was able to get fully inside her. I gave her a few moments to adjust before asking her “You alright?” she was alright so I began to slowly began to thrust in and out of her. 

I kept a steady rhythm that wasn’t too slow or too fast, just the right amount to keep us both satisfied. Y/n felt so perfect, I felt like I was dreaming. I had imagined this scene so many times before that it was strange that it was actually happening. 

“You’re doing so good baby.” I continued to praise Y/n as best as I could along with leaving delicate kisses on her shoulders. I had never quite experienced something like this before. For the first time in my life, I think I was making love. It’s very different than sex, although it’s not as rough it makes up for passion. There was something about all of this. Maybe it was the way we waited so long or the way our fingers intertwined with each other, maybe it was how all of this just felt right. I could feel my release approaching sooner than I initially wanted it to but I could also feel Y/n’s. However, I knew she was unintentionally fighting it.   

“You are so close baby, I feel it. Just relax for me. I need you to breathe for me Y/n.” I told her reassuringly “I can’t..” she let out in a shaky breath “Yes you can, I know you can. Let go, give it all to me. I got you, I’ll take care of you baby” I continued to praise. I took my free hand and carefully placed a bit of pressure on Y/n’s stomach. I felt her orgasm wash over her, It triggered my own release. The way she milked me for everything I had me lost in my own world. 

“That’s it, baby, let it out, let it all out. I got you, give it to me” I whispered lovingly as I fucked us through our orgasms. I pulled out of Y/n and held her close to me as we tried to catch our breath. There was something so therapeutic about the two of us lying together in such a state. 

“Did I hurt you?” I asked as I traced circles along Y/n’s spine. “No. I really needed that, thank you Max” she told me “I told you I would take care of you”

[jackwolfes]

prompt #59 with wesper pls 🤲

“Tell me to go and I will but ask me to stay and I'll never leave you again” Prompts: [1] [2]

The scene through Wylan’s bedroom window is lightning and malice, the rapidfire patter of rain gunshots on glass reminding him what little kindness waits for him outside, but right now inside isn’t much better. He stands with his arms at his sides and bare feet uncomfortable against the cold wood floor. The fire in the hearth is low enough to offer little comfort. 

Across the room, dripping rainwater onto Wylan’s expensive bedroom floor, Jesper stands resigned to whatever pain Wylan plans to inflict upon him. That hurts. The accusation of it digs beneath Wylan’s ribs like a burrowing beetle, carving out space between sinew and bone and biting down where it hurts most. It isn’t my fault, he wants to scream, but he’s too cowardly to say anything, not even I’d never hurt you. Not even, I’m sorry. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” Wylan finally manages. “If my father found out…” 

Jesper doesn’t interrupt him. It is simply Wylan’s voice failing him, as it has so many times before, because as with every other facet of Wylan’s being, failure is his natural state. He doesn’t know what he’d even say if he could muster up the strength to speak, so perhaps silence is better. 

What would he even say? If his father found out he would, what? Actually disown him like he’d threatened to do days ago when he found him tangled up half naked with a serving boy? Kick him out of this prison he’s forged, the one that Wylan has so rarely been happy in but has always been mostly safe in? Both are plausible options. Wylan has always been a weak little lamb under the blade of father’s butcher knife, kept alive on a whim and little else. He can’t imagine his father going so far as to actually see him killed, but once he’s thrown out of his good graces, what hope would he have to survive? 

Just Jesper, who doesn’t owe Wylan a damn thing.

Jesper. Wylan can hear the echo of his own voice whispering that name a dozen different ways through the seasons. Kindly, reverently, desperately. Never in between the expensive silk sheets of his bed, but in plenty of other places they shouldn’t have been: the stable, most often, but the kitchens, too. Out in the gardens when the weather permitted it, a few times in the library, that once at the inn as they travelled out of town because neither of them had been able to hold back. Those golden slivers of enjoyable memories might be the only time Wylan has ever truly felt happy on his father’s property. Jesper has given him the world time and time again, and all Wylan did was see him get thrown out on the street and fired for taking the time to love him tenderly. 

The floor doesn’t creak when Jesper takes a step forward, which means Wylan’s sharp inhalation is entirely too audible. Over the heavy storm outside and the occasional crackle of firewood, the sound is a vulnerability. An admission. Wylan fights against every urge telling him to damn reason and run to Jesper, to throw himself in his arms and hold him close, and he hates himself for picking the safe option. He hates himself for a lot of reasons, but Jesper still crosses the room under the flickering firelight and comes to a half a bare few inches away. The rain water dripping off his clothes creates a puddle on the floor, seeping towards Wylan’s bare toes, but neither of them move. 

“Tell me to go,” Jesper whispers, “and I will.” 

Wylan shuts his eyes. He should, he should, he should, he isn’t strong enough to form the words between his lips. He simply cannot resist the magnetic pull of Jesper Fahey and all his charm, all his divinity, all his — perfection. Even with his eyes shut he can sense that Jesper is close, and maybe getting closer. His body stays deathly still, torn between wanting to jerk away back to where it’s safe or leaning into Jesper’s touch, where it’s safest. 

“If you ask me to stay, I will. I’ll never leave you again.”

The husky edge to Jesper’s whispering voice floods Wylan’s senses, in past his lips like cherries and chocolate, down his throat, around his wrists, in his head. His eyelashes open with a flutter; he parts his lips. Steel eyes stare at him like he is precious, worth keeping around, and Wylan was never going to survive without him in his life. 

He surges up to kiss Jesper fiercely, grabbing the back of his head to hold him close. The chill of rainwater caught in the tight coils of his hair press into Wylan’s fingertips like holy water sanctifying his skin. Wylan feels everything. Jesper’s hands on his hips, turning the thin fabric translucent with water and imprinting the shape of his palms into Wylan’s body. In a moment Wylan will stretch upwards to deepen the kiss and his shirt will peel away from his skin — maybe even sooner if Jesper chooses to be so bold as to pull it off for him — but the mark feels unerringly permanent. It is a brand on skin, but instead of pain it brings with it liberation. 

Wylan steps backwards, still clinging to Jesper with desperate hands. The clumsy gesture makes them both stumble but their lips don’t stray apart, which is more than what Wylan needs. Lightning cracks, blindingly bright against the dark night sky, and the thunder chasing its heels provides cover for the quiet little moan that slips between Wylan’s parted lips. He can barely hear it himself over the roaring rush of blood in his ears, the slam of his heartbeat thudding in his head, the dizzying slide of Jesper’s tongue along the backs of Wylan’s teeth as he plunders for gold. This is his one chance at pure secrecy, and it feels magical. 

The back of his legs hit his mattress sooner than he realises, the impact juddering through his body and shooting surprise through his frame. Unbalanced, he tumbles backwards and hits the soft mattress with a thwump of silky fabric, but Jesper catches himself before he can fall. 

It instantly pushes too much distance between them. Unceremoniously, Wylan is jerked free from the dizzying bliss he’d been feeling a second ago. The chill in the air takes its place, reminding him how cold he is without Jesper near him. Splayed out on the mattress with Jesper standing above him like that and framed by the lines of his spread thighs, he shivers. But the furrow in Jesper’s brow is enough to make Wylan nervous. His fingers twitch, lying on the mattress beside his head with his palms facing the sky expectantly. Jesper’s eyes flicker to the side and catch the motion. He says nothing, and Wylan sees want warring with apprehension in the metallic shine of his eyes.

And maybe Wylan is a coward, but Jesper isn’t. Jesper is one of the bravest people he’s ever met. They’re barely touching anymore, but the tiny point of contact between Wylan’s knee and Jesper’s shin is just enough to lend him strength. 

“Stay,” Wylan croaks. 

Sunshine blooms. The eye of the storm hits them like midsummer. Life erupts in Jesper’s eyes as he smiles that real, earnest, perfect smile, and he says, “Don’t want to ruin your bed getting it wet, do I?” As if he hadn’t made a million messes before with Wylan a beautiful, willing casualty. So Wylan laughs, breathless and giddy, and spreads his legs apart a little wider as he enjoys the show that Jesper puts on, haphazardly and clumsily stripping out of his rain-soaked clothes. They hit the ground with an ungraceful slap, and when Jesper clambers naked onto the bed (and onto Wylan) he’s barely even dry. He’s hard, though, and oh so pretty, and before Wylan can reach out to grab hold of him and start to give him the pleasure he deserves he’s taking hold of Wylan’s wrists and pinning him down onto the bed. Wylan jerks, spine arching with a breathless little moan, but Jesper kisses him and does not leave — he said he wouldn’t, and Wylan trusts that he means to keep his promise.

[darkbluekies]

In the middle of the night

Yandere!doctor OC x reader Y/N

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night in panic and Dr Kry does everything he can to make it better. While getting you something to eat, he is confronted by a man who seems to have caught onto his obsession with you and has to be dealt with quickly.

Warnings: drugs, overdosing, killing, framing/faking someon's death, panic attack, obsession, yandere

Word count: 2.4k

There are a few times you call for Dr Kry during the night and tonight is one of those nights. You wake up, drenched in sweat and filled with anxiety in a panicked state. A tight pressure sets over your chest, making you even more frantic. You're lying in your bed with a thick pillow behind your back to keep your head high. That's how you always stay — day in and day out. You can't breathe if you lay flat on your back.

You reach for the phone hung up on the wall that is connected to Dr Kry’s cellphone. You hold the white, plastic phone to your ear while twirling the spiral cord around your finger. 

“Y/N?” Dr Kry asks quickly when he picks up. “What’s wrong?”

“P-Please come”, you cry. 

“I’ll be there in two minutes.”

And then he hangs up. You sink down on your bed with your hands over your chest, manually trying to help your body breathe again. Two minutes later, Dr Kry runs into the dark room, wearing light blue pajamas and silk robe in the same color. You’re in the hospital dress every patient gets. It’s the only type of clothing you’ve worn for a long time. 

“What’s wrong?” Dr Kry asks and crouches down in front of you to be able to see the face of your hung head. “Look at me.”

And you meet his blue eyes. 

“Please don’t cry”, he whispers and pats your tears dry with a soft napkin. “It hurts my heart so badly to see you cry."

“I-I can’t breathe”, you sob. “I want my family. I want my mom."

"They can't be here", Dr Kry says softly but can't help but feel a burning hatred for your family at this moment. "Only I am."

"I-I want my m-mom! I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“Nonsense.”

Dr Kry stands up and starts to move towards the window. You hurry after him, refusing to spend even a second alone in this fragile state. You need someone by your side to reassure you that things will be okay. Dr Kry gasps as he feels your arms wrap around his waist from behind. He looks down at your hands that are clenched together in a stronghold. He can swear that he feels his heart burst at that very moment. You're so sweet, what would he do without you?

He turns around in the embrace and finds you looking up at him with the most precious teary doe eyes imaginable.

"Please don't leave me", you sob and lean your head against his chest.

He freezes, brain going empty. He gulps hard and looks around in disbelief. Is this really happening? Is he dreaming? Suddenly he doesn't feel like the muscular guy he actually is, he feels like he's that little boy he once was getting a hug from his first crush. Shaking arms come up to wrap around you. One hand meets the small of your back and the other on the back of your head, to secure your head in his chest. He thinks he'll die if you remove your head from his heart.

"I'd never dream of leaving you", he smiles and caresses your face, trying to not sound as mushy as he feels. "I was just going to open the window."

You shake your head and bury your head into his chest again. Dr Kry starts to worry that you can hear how hard and how fast his poor heart is beating. His entire body has become limp, he doesn't know what to do. His head starts to feel oh, so light.

"What … what do you want me to do then?" he asks and hears how his own voice is so distant. God, he's dizzy. 

“Please just hold me”, you beg. “I know it’s not professional … but I really need it. I-I’m sorry-”

He gulps hesitantly. “Don’t be … I’ll hold you …”

He picks you up in his lap and sits down on the bed with you in his arms. Dr Kry has never held someone like this before. Not even past lovers. It has never been something he’s been comfortable with and he wouldn’t do this to just anyone. But you’re his darling, his miracle. You’re not like his past lovers. You have made his life worth living. If you need to be held, he’ll hold you. 

You lean your head on his broad shoulder and feel how his muscular arms wrap around you protectively. 

"Am I going to die?" you sob.

"Of course not", Dr Kry says softly, squeezing your hand gently. "This is just temporary. You'll see that you feel much better soon."

"Do you promise?"

"Of course. Do you want me to do anything for you?"

"Can you read for me? "Please?"

"Of course.”

He lets you go carefully and walks over to the bookshelf and picks out the one he's currently reading for you and returns. Gliding back on his rolling stool with a reassuring smile.

"We were on chapter three, right?" he asks.

You nod and sniffle. He reaches out his warm palm to wipe your tears. All he wants is to kiss your pretty, wet lips and take the pain away from you. He wants to break the barriers between doctor and patient, but if he does, he might risk never seeing you again. 

"Thank you doctor", you say quietly and glance towards the clock on the wall. 2:30. "I feel bad for bothering you so much."

"Never feel that. You are my number one patient. I'd do anything for you — and I really mean that. Nothing you'd ask from me is too much."

He starts to read for you and you try to relax and control your breathing again. His voice doesn't take away the pain, but it distracts you enough to enjoy the chapter. After he’s done reading, you seem to be a bit calmer, but something still doesn’t feel right. 

"You know what, Y/N?" he says after a while. “How about we go down to the kitchen and see if we can get you something to eat?”

“I can come with you?” you ask in surprise. 

“I don’t think there’s so many people down there at this hour. I think we’ll be fine.”

You don’t know if you’re hungry or if you just really want to explore the hospital, but you accept his suggestion. There’s only been a few times you’ve been let out of your hospital room, but you’ve never been down to the kitchen.

Dr Kry gives you his silk robe to cover you up and give you some warmth before taking your hand and leads you out into the empty corridor. He walks you to the elevator and pushes the button. 

“Do you have a partner, doctor?” you ask as the elevator takes you down. 

“No, I don’t, why do you ask?” he says.

“You deserve someone. You’re a good guy.”

He sighs. He wants you. That’s all he wants. 

“Thank you, Y/N”, he says instead but wishes that he could say more. 

They step out and Dr Kry looks around to make sure no one watches the two of you. He doesn’t want people to look at you. You’re for his eyes only. 

The only part of the hospital that is in full use for the moment is the ER. Dr Kry leads you through corridors until you reach the kitchen. It’s a large space filled with pots and pans and fridges and stoves. You can’t see where it ends. 

“What do you want?” Dr Kry asks. “If there isn’t anything ready, I’ll cook for you.”

“I don’t know”, you answer. “I don’t feel so hungry.”

“I want you to eat something before going back to bed, Y/N. I will choose for you if you don’t make up your mind.” He lets go of your hand and gives you a gentle push. “Go on, go look through the fridges.”

With his encouragement, you walk over to the metal fridges and start to see if there’s anything in there that could make you feel better. He leans his back against one of the stoves with his arms crossed, watching you. A sound behind you makes the both of you turn. A doctor is standing in the door opening, looking displeased.

“Dr Kry, finally, there you are”, he says shortly. “I need to speak with you.”

You look at Dr Kry in confusion and a bit of fear. Will he scold you for being in the kitchen? You don’t want any trouble.

“Continue to look, I’ll take care of this”, Dr Kry says and moves away from the stove.  

You turn back to the fridges, hearing how the door closes behind them. You can’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine. That look that Dr Kry had in his eyes reminds you of death. 

Dr Kry looks at the man with fury in his eyes and doesn’t start to speak until he’s sure the door has closed behind him — sure that you can’t hear him. 

“What do you want?” he asks and doesn’t even try to hide the annoyed feelings he’s feeling. 

“That woman’s/man’s family has been asking for them for weeks by now”, the other doctor sighs. “I want to know what you are doing with them! Why aren’t you letting the family meet them?”

Dr Kry sighs frustrated. Why does he have to talk about this at three am? You’re not feeling well, Dr Kry has to keep his eye on you. This man is ruining the sweet moments you had together tonight. 

“Can’t this wait?” he mutters. “I’m literally busy.”

“You’re always busy”, the man spits. “If I want to talk to you, I have to search you up in the middle of the fucking night because you’re gone during the day.”

“How did you know I was awake anyway?”

“I saw you pass by the reception.”

“And why are you up?”

“Because I have to help the ER nurses, what else? Stop trying to change the subject. Don’t you know how much trouble you’ll be in if you continue to deny the family any information about your patient or let them see them?”

“Then let me get head deep in trouble.” Dr Kry grabs the door handle harshly, a clear signal that he wants this conversation to be over. “I’m doing my job. Y/N is in no way or shape ready to leave the hospital yet. Besides, they’re an adult. We don’t have to give out information to family members unless they’re underage. Y/N doesn’t want to meet their parents or any family members, so tell them to drop the subject and leave us alone. Now if you don’t mind, I’m busy.”

With that said, Dr Kry opens the door, walks into the kitchen again. You look over your shoulder at him with the sweetest eyes that makes him melt. He locks the door behind him as he feels all anger wash away. 

“Are you finding anything?” he asks softly. 

“I think I found some muffins”, you say and hold up a frozen package. “But … it’s frozen.”

“Let’s put it in the microwave.”

He walks over to you and takes it out of your hands, almost gulping at how soft your skin is feeling. You watch how he takes out two muffins out of the package and places them in the microwave. He presses a few buttons until the two blueberry muffins start spinning around.  

“What did he want?” you ask. “That man.”

“Nothing”, Dr Kry smiles and leans against the stove. “He just wanted to ask me about some work.”

“You looked mad though. Are you sure everything is okay?”

“Everything is fine, Y/N. You’re the patient, I’m the doctor, remember? Let me handle this.”

“Did it involve me?”

Dr Kry laughs softly to cover up how shocked he gets. You watch him in confusion. 

“No, no, of course not!” he lies. “Don’t worry about it. You haven’t done anything wrong. And even if you had, I would take care of it for you. You have nothing to worry about. All you need to do is relax and focus on healing and I will do the rest.”

“Thank you, doctor”, you say quietly.

“No problem.”

The microwave’s beeping ruins the moment. Dr Kry picks out the steaming muffins and gives you one of them. You only hold it for a second before the warning signals shoot through your body and forces you to drop it down on the metal table in front of you with a yelp. 

“Are you okay?” Dr Kry asks quickly and takes your smaller hand in his. “Did you burn yourself? I’m sorry, I should have waited before giving it to you.”

He blows some air on your hand and fights the temptation to kiss it. You bring out the sleeves of the robe to cover your hands and pick it up again. This time, you have an easier time eating it. Dr Kry watches you fondly, smiling at your cute expressions. Gosh, he loves you so much! He can’t imagine his life without you. These sweet moments are the ones he treasures forever. 

“Let’s go back to your room”, he says. “You need some more sleep.”

You nod. Dr Kry places his hand on your back to guide you back, your hands being occupied with holding the hot muffin. You walk by the reception when walking towards the elevators. Dr Kry catches the eyes of the other doctor. He looks at the two of you in a manner that makes Dr Kry clench his jaw. From now on, Dr Kry will keep an eye on that man. Something about him makes him uneasy. If he ever dares to try something with you, Dr Kry won’t be very forgiving. 

He puts you to bed and waits until you’ve managed to fall asleep again before making his way out of your room. Dr Kry has to get rid of that man before he manages to figure out just what you mean to him. If more people understand your relationship, they’ll take you from him and put him in jail. He can’t let that happen. He has to get rid of that man before he can tattletail. 

Dr Kry makes his way to the medicine storage and searches for sleeping pills. A few of these in the man’s coffee and he won’t notice a thing. It’s not easy to get rid of people in a hospital, but Dr Kry has become a natural at faking others death. Overdosing on sleeping pills and then taking a bath could only be the man’s own fault. He just wanted to relax after a long night of hard work! He didn't mean for it to end so tragically.

By the end of the night, the man no longer breathes. The last bubbles have left his mouth. And he’s no longer a threat. Dr Kry smiles as he makes his way over to your room. You’re safe again. 

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Jack Harlow x Reader : BABY MAMA DRAMA

A/N : A whole other universe from my other AUS. Read this first 🎭 appearances by @hoodharlow 🫶🏻

You knew Jack since you were little kids running around the block. He was there when you scraped up your knee and needed stitches. He was there when you needed braces, he was there when your goldfish died.

He was your best friend.

Best friend who shared with you all of his dreams. Dreams that you encouraged and made sure he kept going and make those dreams come true.

Then best friends turned into lovers. It was a beautiful and wonderful thing. Everything was perfect. He had gotten signed to a record label and he was being recognized all over the world.

You were there besides him through it all, day in and day out. He made promises, promises that he sometimes failed to see through, but you still stood besides him, because you loved him.

Once his album ``Come Home The Kids Miss You'' was released, everything went downhill. You ended up pregnant and alone. He would be busy with work or simply not showing up.

You would confront him but all he would do is kiss you and tell you he’d make it up to you. Which you were an idiot and believed every word he said.

The first time he got caught was when he said he would be in the studio but his location would say otherwise. You never bothered to check his whereabouts, but being pregnant and hormonal, it made you do things you never thought you’d do.

The second time, he told you he had an appearance at a club in Atlanta. Imagine your surprise when you go on social media and see him partying with influencers in Los Ángeles.

He continued to make promises and you stayed, stayed because he was your comfort, but the nail in the coffin was when he didn’t even show up to the birth of your child.

Once you laid eyes on your perfect little boy, you knew you weren’t about to let Jack do whatever he pleases with you. You weren’t about to fall for his beautiful blue eyes and beautiful smile.

So when he came home three days after you gave birth and was released from the hospital, you told him it was over. He being the cocky and confident man he is, he thought you were joking.

So what you did next was pack your things and move out of your shared home. He didn’t even come searching for you or your son.

His family? His family were there alongside you through it all. His mom would apologize for his son's actions, but you assured her it wasn’t her fault.

Now three years later you’re finally in a good place physically and mentally. Growing and learning and you weren’t about to let anyone ruin that.

*********

“Tell me this bitch is joking.” Your cousin Blanca says as she enters your living room.

“Que pasó?”

“Your dumb ass baby daddy is what happened.”

“Girl, can you stop trying to fight the man? Let it go, I did.” You tell her chuckling.

“No, he hurt you and he wasn’t even around. He wants to act like the perfect father online when he’s barely even getting to know his kid.”

“I mean-“

“Go to his Instagram and you’ll see why I’m even more pissed. Pendejo que es.”

You grab your cellphone, “Blanca I’m sure it’s nothing ba- ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?”

“So are we driving to his moms house and beating the fuck out of the bitch?”

“NO, you’re crazy Blanca.”

“You know they’re doing that shit to get you to react?” Your best friend says, scrolling through the comments on Jack’s Instagram post.

“Well it worked, I’m pissed. How dare he?”

“What are you going to do?.”

You shrug, “I don’t know but I have to pick up my son from Maggie’s house later tonight. I just hope they’re not there because I’ll probably do something I’ll regret.”

“Did you tell Maggie it was fine for Jack to be around?”

“In my opinion, he shouldn’t even be able to know anything about my nephew. He wasn’t around for any doctor appointments, he wasn’t around when you gave birth.” Blanca tells you, getting frustrated.

You understand your prima completely, she and your best friends did everything Jack was supposed to do. They even moved to be near you and your son, so their feelings towards Jack are totally valid and you respect that.

You nod, “I know B, but I didn’t want my son to grow up without a dad like me. It’s a messed up situation between Jack and me, I don’t want my son to witness that.”

“I know but that shit he pulled is uncalled for.”

“Oh yeah completely and he’ll be hearing about it when I pick up Adrian.” You say.

“You do know we’re coming with you right?” Your best friend tells you.

“Yup, most definitely. What if his girl is there?.” Blanca adds.

You chuckle “Están locas ustedes, but yes I know.”

“So are we going for sexy milf or comfort clothes tonight.”

You shake your head but head towards your bedroom in search of an outfit. Your cousin and bestie are following right behind you.

***********

You were now outside of Maggie’s house to pick up Adrian and you noticed Jack’s jeep was in the driveway.

“Don’t slash his tires Blanca.” You say getting out of your car.

“Bitch I wasn’t. But good thinking.”

“I can’t with your crazy ass.”

You’re now by the front door of the house and ring the doorbell. You can hear little footsteps running towards the door.

“Mama.” Your son yells once the door is opened and runs to you.

“Hola mi amor, ¿cómo estás?” You carry him and kiss all over his face.

“Missed you mama.” He tells you and kisses you on your cheek.

“I missed you too, did you have fun with your grandma? And tio Clay.?”

He nods then looks behind you “Tia Blanca hi.”

“Hi squirt, come on let’s take you with tia Drea.” Blanca looks at you. “I’ll be back.”

You nod and finally notice that the one who opened the door was Jack and not Maggie.

He’s standing there with his hands inside the pocket of his hoodie. “He missed you.”

I nod, “Yeah, he told me.”

“I know you’re probably pissed about some stuff that happened over the weekend and on social media.”

“You had no right to do that without speaking to me first. But this is not the place or time to talk about that. I have enough respect for your mom, I’m not going to cause a scene in her front door.”

“Then can we meet up tomorrow? I know I don’t deserve to even be speaking to you or being in my son's life but I want to be better, I want to do better for you and him.”

“I can’t tomorrow I’m busy.”

“With what?”

“That’s no concern to you at all.” Blanca says walking back towards you. “But she has a date.” She says smirking.

You turn and glare at her.

“A date? With who?” Jack asks.

You shake your head, “No, nope, not doing this with you. Is your mom home? I’d like to say bye to her and thank her for looking out for Adrian.”

“She’s taking a call.”

You nod, “Well I’ll be heading out.”

“Control your bitch next time. Don’t be having her under my nephews pictures. It’s messed up what you did. She feels some type of way, I’ll knock some sense into her if she comes near Adrian again.” Blanca tells him.

You hold back a laugh. “B come on let’s go.”

“Y/N, just text me the details of when we can meet.”

“I don’t have your number, I’ll reach out to Clay.” You say and head towards your car.

You don’t wait to see if he said anything else, you just wanted to leave. You didn’t even notice your cousin didn’t even follow after you.

You’re inside your car with your son and best friend.

“She’s probably laying it on him.” Drea says.

“Yup.”

*******

“Y/N is too nice but she has me, I’m not letting you hurt her or Adrian. If you’re not planning on being in his life one hundred, then don’t give that little boy hope.” Blanca tells Jack, staring him down.

“All due respect, that's none of your business, that’s between Y/N and me.”

Blanca chuckles, “You have no rights, Y/N is the one who decides who comes around Adrian, you should’ve known introducing your little girlfriend without asking Y/N first, was a mistake.”

“I didn’t mean to push any buttons. But I do have a life and if he’s going to be in mine, he needs to meet everyone from my circle, including my girl.” He says getting annoyed.

Blanca laughs, “Would you be okay if she introduced Adrian to her date tomorrow? Not that she will. But I can bet money that you’d feel some type of way.”

“Again, none of your business what we do with our son.”

“Este pendejo.” She’s glaring at Jack. “Do whatever you want man. But keep your bitch away from my nephew. I have no problem knocking her and Neelam out.” She says and walks away but not without flipping him off.

Jack is standing outside of his parents' doorstep and watches as you drive off with your son.

As soon as your car is out of the neighborhood. Jack is texting his best friend Urban.

Jack: Meet me tomorrow.

Urb: For?

Jack: Baby mama has a date.

Urb: ????

Jack: I want to see who it is.

Urb: NO!!!

Jack: Bro come on!!!!

Urb: Fine 🙄 🤦🏼‍♂️

Jack smiles and heads inside the house and starts planning what he’s going to do once he sees you on your little date.

He might have a girlfriend at home. But he has a son and he can admit he misses you and will try hard to get his family back. No one will stop him and his plans, not even Blanca.

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Little Flutters

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: The time has finally arrived!! Jack and First Lady are about to be parents!!

Synopsis: Jack misses a very important doctor's appointment for the babies

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: @hoodharlow and @nattinatalia 💖

First Babies of Private Garden Masterlist

Slight NSFW 18+

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"BABYYYYY!"

Jack heard you yell for him from upstairs startling him as he was making tea for you and fell asleep at the island in the kitchen.

"I'M COMING MAMAS!"

Neither of you had been getting much sleep 

For one you were carrying three children and it was hard for you to get comfortable at night 

And two, your husband was worried about you and wasn’t sleeping either 

If Jack couldn’t get any sleep now, he couldn’t imagine how it was going to be when the triplets actually got here.

He made sure your tea was just how you liked it before making his way back upstairs to you. Once he caught sight of you, his heart dropped.

You were barely four months in and had a terrible time sleeping and Jack could probably count on one hand how much rest you had gotten in the past week.

“Here, babe. Hopefully this helps.” Jack said as he handed you some chamomile and lavender tea and kissed your forehead in hopes of you getting some sleep.

“Thank you.” You said taking the cup and smiling weakly at him.

“You need anything else?” Jack asked and you shook your head no.

“Babe, it’s 3 in the morning, go to sleep.” You told him as you started to drink your tea and scrolled through your phone. 

“How can I sleep if my wife is uncomfortable? I want to make sure you’re okay and you get rest.”

“I’ll be fine. I know you have a lot to do and I’m going to need you to rest as much as possible. Please don’t argue with me.”

“I’m not trying to argue with you baby. Just worried about you and I might have a solution.” Jack said while laying down next to you.

“And what’s your solution?” You curiously asked because at this point you were willing to try anything.

“Do you want to take a bath with me?”

“I always want to take a bath with you. What kind of question is that?” You asked while looking up at him and all he did was smirk. 

“Finish your tea and I’ll get the water ready.”

You were now sitting with your back against Jack’s chest after he had to help you into the tub. You slightly turned your head so that you were able to hear his heart beating hoping it would help to put you to sleep. But not before

Jack placed soft kisses on your neck before his right hand began to move further south. 

You immediately spread your legs and his hand found its way to your clit slowly rubbing tiny circles as his left hand went to massage your left breast as he continued kissing your neck and Jack noticed that you slowly started to relax in his embrace.

You let out a small moan as Jack continued his movements and slipped two of his fingers inside of you.

“Baby, go faster.” You said as your heartbeat as well as your breathing started to quicken. 

“Patience, my love. I want to take my time.” Jack answered you while kissing the shell of your ear.

“I’m pregnant, not made of glass.” You quickly retorted back and Jack rolled his eyes.

He was glad that you couldn’t see him because he already knew that you were going to give him shit for it.

“Last time I checked, you were extremely pregnant with three children since I’m the one who put them in there. You my love are in delicate condition and I’m not treating you any differently than I normally would.”

“I beg to differ. You hardly let me do anything anymore.”

“Mamas, I’ll stop. And the only thing you need to be doing is staying safe for you and our children.”

“I have a vibrator.”

“It’s not better than having me between your legs, I’ll tell you that.”

“No, but it can get the job done.”

“Baby, just let me do this so I can hopefully put you to sleep. I already know you’re picking fights because you’re tired. Just like a damn toddler.”

“Take it back, Jackman.”

“Only way I’ll take it back is if you be quiet and let me work.” Jack said as he switched to your right breast to give equal attention to both.

After your bath, Jack had gotten the two of you settled into bed,  but not before him asking to be close to you and you immediately said yes.

“I’m definitely too tired to do anything, but I still want to feel you. But I want you to be able to sleep. Any time we do this, you usually lay on top of me, but you obviously can’t do that now.”

“Hmm, I can actually lay comfortably on my left side so wait a minute and let me adjust.”

“You need me to help you?”

“I think I got it, can you just put the pillow underneath my lower back? It’s starting to hurt.”

“Of course, baby.” Jack said as he did his best to make you as comfortable as possible.

“Okay, I think I’m good now.”

“You sure?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Lift for me a little bit.”

You did as you were told and soon felt Jack slip inside of you while also wrapping his arms around you. 

"Get some sleep, baby girl. Love you." You heard Jack whisper in your ear and that was the last thing that you remembered before falling asleep. 

You woke up hearing your alarm going off and immediately went to silence it.

Jack had told you that he was going to the studio to work on some things, but would be back in time to take you to your doctor's appointment this afternoon.

You had a notification that he had sent you a text and you immediately opened it.

Smush- Good morning wifey and babies. I can't wait to see you later. In the meantime, your breakfast is downstairs on the second shelf in the fridge. Remember to take your vitamins and drink water. Do not order anything else off of Amazon either or I'll tell Urb to take your phone away. I love you 💕

You- Good morning hubby and thank you for making my breakfast. I promise to drink water and take my vitamins. I do not have control over what happens when I go on Amazon. I love you too ❤️ 

Smush- Baby if I see one more damn Amazon package 🤨

You- 👀

Smush- You bought a six compartment air fryer when we already have TWO OTHER ONES.

Enough ma'am 😐

You- you can never have too many air fryers

Smush- in this case you can smh give one to Jessica

You- what if I need it later?

Smush- Baby go eat and stop buying shit smh

You- 🙄

It was around 1 in the afternoon and Jack still wasn't back yet although you expected him thirty minutes ago.

You were dressed and ready to go even though it took you longer without having Jack to help you. You were thinking that he might be stuck in traffic so you sent a quick text to ask him where he was. 

You- Babe, are you on your way?

Sent at 1:02 pm

You- Jackkkkk me and your children are hungry. Can we get McDonald's after my appointment?

Sent at 1:15 pm

You- Seriously, where are you? You should have been back already 

Sent at 1:23 pm

You- Jack, you're making me nervous. You've never missed an appointment and you aren't answering me.

Sent at 1:27 pm

Deciding not to wait for Jack any longer, you grabbed your keys off the holder near the door and waddled your way to your g wagon in order to hopefully still make your appointment in time. Blanca, Jessica, Victoria, and Curse were coming by later and you still had a lot to do around the house before they showed up. Jessica offered to come by early and help you cook after you got back from your appointment. 

At your appointment, it was discovered that although healthy, the babies were actually growing at a faster rate then your doctor originally thought and she decided to schedule you for a cesarean section when you were approximately 33 weeks. She didn’t want to push it further than that since that was typically when triplets would be born. You attempted one last time to call Jack on facetime so he could at least hear what the doctor had to say, but he still didn't answer.

Her telling you that made your nerves get the best of you and your husband was still nowhere to be found despite sending him text messages and calling multiple times. 

That's when you sent a text to Urban. He was supposed to be seeing Curse earlier in the day and the both of them would be by later with Curse promising you another care package that she made.

She made one every month for you. You told her how far along you were and she would include little cards that would tell you what was developing in that current month with the triplets. You still remember when she told you that they would be able to hear you when you got close to 27 weeks, but their hearing starts to develop at 18 which you were close to and they would be able to start to recognize not only your voice, but Jack’s too. She also always made sure to include bath bombs, candles, baby clothes (three matching outfits every single time), your favorite snacks and a pregnancy book that she was hoping Jack didn’t already buy. 

You- Urby? 

Urby- Yes mamas? Everything okay? I’m about to get Curse in a little bit and then we’ll be there. 

You- Where is my husband? Usually you aren’t too far from him

Urby- Sitting next to me in the studio 

You- Oh

Urby- Why? What's wrong? Is it the babies?

You- He didn't take me to my appointment like he said he would. I reminded him earlier this week and he said he would be back from the studio in time. My appointment was at 2, it’s almost 4 and he hasn’t answered any of my texts or calls. I panicked because I thought something had happened to him because he’s been so sleep deprived because of me. He always answers me and I thought the absolute worst. I can't see his location.

Just then Urban's eyes went wide as he looked over at his other best friend and made a face who was barely keeping his eyes open. Urban had noticed this earlier, and mentioned it but Jack insisted that he wanted to go to the studio for at least a few hours. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jack asked and Urban just shook his head and looked at him in disbelief. He could only imagine you panicking about Jack and being all by yourself. 

"Did you forget to do something today?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Something for your wife?"

"I made her breakfast and laid out her vitamins for her. Sent her a good morning text like I always do if I leave the house while she’s still sleeping. Why?"

"Jack, when's her next doctor's appointment? Remind me again."

"Thursday at 2."

“Oh, okay.” Urban said as he nodded his head.

“Okay, what? I feel like you want to say something else.”

"Today's Thursday and it is now 4."

"Oh shit." Jack exclaimed before looking for his phone which he had discovered that he put on silent by accident.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!”

He saw all of the text messages from you and his heart dropped. He had never missed an appointment and didn't want to start now.

He immediately dialed your number hoping that you would answer him.

But you didn't 

Even after he called you four times in a row.

"Fuck, she's going to kill me. I just knew today was Wednesday. Neither of us have been sleeping and I guess I got my days wrong. Shit, let me just go check on her."

“I would get her blueberry muffins with cream cheese and her favorite flowers as a peace offering. She told me she knew you were sleep deprived and thought something had happened to you. So between that, hormones, and the babies in her you better have a hell of an apology.”

When Jack reached your house, he opened the door to hear your laughter coming from the kitchen and that's where he headed. Urban left at the same time in order to meet up with Curse. 

He walked in to see you hovering over the stove cooking along with Jessica with what looked like mac and cheese, baked chicken, string beans, and your mom's lemon pound cake which he knew Victoria loved.

He didn't even want to get on you for being on your feet because he knew you were mad.

He would address that after.

"Hey Jess.”

“Hey!” She replied as she continued to season the chicken.

“Umm, babe?" Jack quietly said and you turned to look at him.

"Yes, Jackman?"

All Jack did was mutter 'Fuck' to himself because you used the tone of voice for when you were mad at him.

"I got my days mixed up. You know that I would never miss an appointment for our babies."

"It's okay." You said while shrugging and turning off the macaroni noodles because they were done boiling. 

"No it's not. You needed me and I wasn't there."

"There's nothing we can do about it now so move on. Just happy that you’re okay and not in a ditch somewhere."

"No, I still need to apologize to you and baby you should not be on your feet for long periods of time. We talked about this."

"You were nowhere to be found and I was bored."

“I tried to tell her, Jack but you know how she is. Same shit she did in high school. I see some things never change. Hard headed as hell.”

“Jess!”

“What? Did I lie?!” 

"That's not an excuse, mamas. You still could have waited for me so I could help you too."

“Can we just drop it?” You said as you sat down at the island after having to climb into the chair since they were so tall.

Jack just sighed before handing you the flowers and blueberry muffins which you eagerly took. You opened the muffins and took a huge bite out of it. Jack wasn’t even going to get on you eating it before having dinner. 

“Damn, this is as close as I get to an orgasm without you being in me.”

“Y/N, WHAT THE HELL?!” Jessica exclaimed while you just sat there and laughed.

“What?!? They’re good!”

“You would compare food to sex.” She said while rolling her eyes and cutting up the cheese for the macaroni.”

You simply turned back to Jack and offered him a piece of your muffin while holding it up to his mouth and he gladly took it.

“Urban told you to do that and that you better had a hell of an apology, right?”

“I swear your ass be low key spying on me.” Jack muttered and all you did was laugh.

“Not at all. I just know my husband and best friend really well. But babe, you were tired and I get it because you’ve been worried about me. I promise that I’m not mad. I would have rather you been safe in the studio with Urban who also told me you were falling asleep there than in a ditch somewhere. I’m not mad, a little sad, yes, but not mad.” You said while cupping his cheeks and kissing the tip of his nose. 

“You promise? Because I feel like shit. Don’t tell me that just because. But the fact that I caused you added stress? I can’t even imagine what was going through your head. I had accidentally put my phone on silent and didn't realize it.”

“I probably should have called Urban too, but I didn’t think to do so. I was just not trying to think that something had happened to you. My mind was just all over the place.”

“You know me better than that, I would never do something that would put me in harm’s way of possibly leaving the four of you.”

“I know.” You quietly said but not before your eyes suddenly went wide.

“What’s wrong?!” Jack asked and you immediately put your hand on your stomach.

“Oh shit.”

“BABY, WHAT’S WRONG?!”

“Y/N, what is it?!” Jess exclaimed while setting her knife down and coming closer to you.

“GIVE ME YOUR HAND!” 

You grabbed Jack’s hand as well as Jessica’s and put it right where yours had been moments before.

“Is that……???” Jack started to say and looked up at you with wide eyes.

“They’re kicking. I can’t believe I just felt them move.” You said as your eyes started to water. 

“What does it feel like?” Jack curiously asked and all you did was smile.

“You know how I always tell you that you still give me butterflies all the time?”

Jack nodded his head, but his hand never left your stomach.

“That’s what it feels like, little flutters. I mean I know they’re in there, but now it feels a little more real.”

“Jack, I have a question.” Jessica said as she was facing the both of you.

“Hmm?”

“What position did you put her in to get not one, not two, but THREE Harlow babies? So that Travis doesn’t do that to me. Issa no for me dawg. More power to you, Y/N, BUT NO!” 

“Come on now, Jess. We all know his nickname is Missionary Jack for a reason.”

“Welp, that’s it. No more missionary for me.” 

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[spicyicetea]

HIIII, I love your writing!!! Like your my source of my alone time when not crying or crafting, or gaming! ( We have stuff in common :D). SOOOOO, I have a recommendation!! It would be pretty cool to have you do this sooooo Like Yeah! But could you do a part two to the Link x Milf reader because I loved that one ( Cuz im like that ;) ). And could you do Totk Link x cuddly reader.

Ps. My computer dosnt let me write question Marks :l

LOVE UR WRITING :D -Madisu Kulina

Awww you’re legit so sweet! Eeee it’s messages like this that make me wanna keep posting. I’m actually already working on a pt 2 for the Milf!Y/N and I’ll make sure to tag you in it once it’s done. So for now I’ll do the other request. I assume you’d also like this to be yandere themed as it’s kinda my main thing at this point. I’ll split this into bullet points and then a short imagine.

Usual warnings: Yandere behaviour, NSFW topics mentioned but no actual smut. MDNI.

TOTK Link x Cuddly, Fem! Y/N

Link has always hit me as the type of Yandere who loves a physically affectionate reader. Being able to be near someone and protect them is a big deal, especially with all the crazy things happening in Hyrule.

If this is before Ganondorf was defeated, he takes you everywhere with him.

Each Sage he recruited knows you are his priority and to protect you with their lives or face him in a battle. None of them wanted that, they knew better.

You were a Hylian woman he bumped into while visiting Hateno village. Watching you man the fields awoke something in him. A gorgeous woman like you shouldn’t have to work day and nights just to get food and a roof over her head. She deserves to be pampered. And he can do that for you.

He practically swept you off your feet and proclaimed he would marry you once he defeated Ganondorf. He plans to keep that promise.

You ride sitting in front of him on Epona so he can make sure you’re comfortable. When he jumps off to fight or explore on foot, you stay on the saddle, Epona prepared to run for the hills as her master has instructed should danger even look your way.

He was fully prepared to be the “bad guy”. Making sure you would appreciate his generosity and gentle handling when he could be so rough. He needed you to need him.

But, he figured out he didn’t need to rather quickly.

It was a cold and he had left to handle a monster infestation near where you had been camping. The rain lashed at the ground outside the cave you and Epona were hunkered in for safety. The oversized tunic you wore as a makeshift dress club to your form, soaked with water. Flint sparks as you tried to start up the fire, having moved some spare sticks into the cave. It just wouldn’t work. With a heavy sigh, you hunkered over, shivering while fiddling with the flint in your hands.

“Y/N… you’re cold.” A familiar voice rang.

Link stood behind you, soaked by the rain. He tossed his pouch aside, prepared to strip you so he could dry your clothes. With a sigh, he took his gloves off but when he went to grab you, he jolted to a stop. Your arms wrapped around him, your cheek nuzzling his chin.

“Link! I was so worried, I missed you.” You pouted up at him.

His face flushed red and he hugged you tightly back, peppering your face with kisses. You truly were his adorable little wife. He couldn’t wait to have you back at his home where you’d stay safe for him to come home to each day.

His day dreaming was interrupted as you tugged at his shirt and trousers. Your greedy hands couldn’t get enough of him, maybe he’d have to give you what you wanted. He had planned for your first intimate experience to be on your wedding day but he’s more than willing to jump the gun. Oh how he would love to fold you and abuse that tight pretty c-

“Link! You need to dry your clothes!”

“Oh…”

Yes… he couldn’t wait to marry you. His touchy little princess.

[slippinmickeys]

Prompt:

Mulder & Scully vacation Christmas/Hanukah at the Quonochontaug cabin post season 11

I got such wonderful prompts right before Christmas, and I was halfway through several of them when my kiddo ended up in the ER with the flu, and then my family and I all succumbed one by one. We’re finally at full strength, and I hope to fill each prompt you all sent at some point. Hopefully this festive one isn’t too late to enjoy.

Scully looked up at the constellations rising up above the line of the house’s roof, Orion standing just along the edge of the ridge cap, shooting his arrow into the onyx horizon. The Anishinaabe called him ‘The Wintermaker,’ and on this, the solstice, the longest night of the year, she could feel the chill he brought with him. She shivered, and pulled up the neck of her coat.

“Sorry,” Mulder apologized from below the lintel. “The lock’s pretty sticky. Hasn’t been opened in a while.”

“Wasn’t the caretaker supposed to get here before us and turn on the heat?”

“The ‘caretaker,’” Mulder said on a grunt as he pushed his shoulder into the now unlocked, water-swollen door, “is an eighteen year old kid still in high school. I think we’re lucky the place is even still standing.”

The darkened maw of the summer home stood open before them, and Scully, having only been into the house twenty years before with the whole of the Kingstown police department at her back, took a hesitant step inside.

“This is a summer town, Mulder,” she said, looking around dubiously as Mulder felt around the wall for the light switch. “Don’t they have a service you can employ?”

“‘Summer’ being the operative word,” he replied on a click, flooding the room with light. “In the dead of winter, the Quonochontaug labor pool isn’t exactly flush with candidates. I think we’ll be lucky if the trash bin isn’t full of empty Stoli bottles and dead soldiers.”

Scully made a face of distaste.

“Ah,” he said, blinking into the sudden brightness. “Actually looks pretty good in here. And I think the heat is on. Maybe I should give Logan a raise.”

Mood brightened, Mulder’s eyes rove around the room, all knotty pine paneling and 70’s decor. He reached out and ran a hand down her arm, smiling.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” he said, leading her over to an avocado green davenport. “Put up your feet. I’ll bring in the bags.”

“I’m pregnant, Mulder,” she said, rubbing a hand over the swell of her stomach. “Not incapacitated.”

He gave her a sheepish grin.

“Still,” he said, and she capitulated. It’s not like they had all that much luggage. She wasn’t comfortable flying in the third trimester, and so she eschewed her usual trip to San Diego to do Christmas with what remained of the Scully clan. Mulder had suggested spending the holiday at the house in Rhode Island and here they were, alone for a week in the dead of winter in a summer house.

“When was the last time you stayed here?” she asked, wrinkling her sensitive nose at the smell of dust, of mildew.

One suitcase on the floor at his feet, one still in his hand, Mulder closed the door behind him, his face ponderous. “Overnight?” he clarified. “I think I was nineteen?”

She imagined Mulder just before twenty, lifeguarding on the local beach by day. He’d have ropey muscles, suntanned skin—all the energy of youth, the metabolism of a racehorse. She preferred the thicker, more mature version before her, though his hairline was thinning and his knees ached at night; the version of him who lit candles for her in a church.

In the linen closet, they found flaxen pouches filled with brittle lavender tucked amongst the sheets, and they made the queen-sized bed in the back bedroom, the eiderdown quilt puffing up nicely with a few vigorous shakes.

Once settled—pajamas donned, teeth brushed, Scully found she didn’t have to move far in the bed to settle into Mulder’s side, the round of her stomach resting on his belly, her leg thrown over his. She’d barely be able to roll over without falling off, and she was pretty certain Mulder’s feet were hanging about four inches off the end.

“Your parents fit in this bed?” she asked him dubiously. “Both of them?”

He pet her hair, pressed a kiss into it. “It was a different time.”

Scully thought back to those sepia toned days and pictured the Mulder family summering here; the sliding door open to the Sound, the Eagles on the radio, cigarettes hanging out of everyone’s mouth. She saw Samantha on the beach in pigtails, Mulder reading a pulp novel in an Adirondack. There would have been Tupperware jugs of lemonade on the picnic table outside, the commodore of the yacht club dropping by for a gin and tonic.

She sighed. It was indeed a different time. Nowadays, puddles didn’t freeze in December and Fox was the only Mulder left.

She rubbed her stomach gently. Maybe not the last.

He shifted his arm until it was more comfortably under her neck and sighed into the crown of her head.

“I thought we could go get you a Christmas tree tomorrow,” he said. “There’s a farm nearby where you can cut your own.”

The idea sounded eye-wateringly quaint.

“We don’t have ornaments,” she pointed out, picturing a plain green tree taking up a corner of the small living room. She wasn’t really fighting the concept, merely tempering his expectations.

“We can get lights at the drugstore. We’ll make popcorn strings or something,” he mumbled. “I’m sure there’s some fishing line in the garage.”

The corner of the living room took on a cheerful air in Scully’s imagination, a small tree with bright white lights, a jaunty fire popping under the mantle. The smell of fresh pine would do wonders for the stale air.

“Sounds nice,” she smiled.

Mulder gave her a happy squeeze.

“I��ll get up early and pick up groceries,” he said with rising enthusiasm. “Hot cocoa and eggnog. Maybe some sparkling grape juice for you and the little one for New Years?”

It was sweet how hard he was trying.

“We may need something other than beverages,” she said pragmatically.

“Pancake mix,” he went on, his exuberance not waning in the least. “Or oh, how about those cinnamon rolls in a can?”

“Perfect,” she said, chuckling. Her eyes were getting scratchy with fatigue.

Mulder sighed happily, squeezed her again, probably assembling a grocery list in his head.

Silence settled over them and Scully could hear the surf crashing into the shore, the wind buffeting the eaves. The sounds were cold, but her thoughts were warm, and as her body drifted toward sleep, she pictured Mulder holding up a small child to put a listing star on the top of a tree, Mulder walking a toddler through the dune grasses, pudgy fingers gently clasped in the bowls of his hands. She imagined filling this old house with happier memories than it had seen in years.

“Hey Mulder,” she said, her voice slurry with lassitude.

“Mm?” he hummed.

“Get real champagne for New Years,” she said, wanting to toast this second chance. “We can handle half a glass.”

[eminemily05]

Immortal Soul

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Poly x reader obey my fic

Words: 2,062

Warnings: mention of mortality and reincarnation. OOC brothers

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Lilith, and you (of course)

Summary: A quick Drabble I wrote to comfort my own feelings of mortality. I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, but I’m female identifying so I can’t promise it’s perfect.

This story includes my own beliefs of what happens after death, such as reincarnation. So a fair warning for that. The brothers are a bit OOC, but I could care less. I think they were sweet and perfect for this.

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The living room was dim, with the exception of low lighting from a documentary on the tv. A documentary was playing on low volume as you sat and watched, pillow in your lap. Your phone, which you had only recently abandoned, lay atop it.

Tiredly, you tried to stay focused on the show as the narrator continued to explain the late stages of adulthood in frogs. You were the only one still awake in the house, as all the others had turned to their rooms for the night. But, your thoughts were bothering you too much to allow you such peace.

As the documentary began the topic of death in frogs, your mind began to fill with thoughts.

‘They live such short lives compared to how far a human’s can reach’ you thought, mind instantly thinking of the demon brothers. ‘And humans live barely long enough to actually make an impression in a demon’s or angel’s memory.’

Instantly, the thought hit you harder.

‘My mortality compared to…theirs…is so minuscule.’

You didn’t like to dwell on the topic of death too long, as more often than not it sent you into a spiral of dark, dark thoughts. But, with no one to keep you busy, your mind took hold and you suddenly couldn’t think of anything else. It was painfully annoying.

‘I’m only a human compared to them…they could simply blink and I’ll have lived my whole life.’ It hurt to think about, leaving them behind like that. But it was true. They were basically immortal, even Solomon (who was once an average human as well), and you were simply…you.

You couldn’t imagine living without them, but one day you’d have to. Your body would cease to support your soul and you’d have to move on. To the Celestial Realm? Back to the Devildom? Hell, to be reincarnated and have to do this shit all over again.

Could you really survive that? Without the support of the brothers? Of the angels? The royals? Solomon? Could your survive not being able to wake up to see any of their faces ever again?

You were so engrossed in your rabbit hole of misery, you hadn’t even noticed the living room doors slowly creaking open. A name softly called out to you. But, you blankly continued to stare at the tv. It had changed to a different show, but you were too tangled in your internal conflict to notice that either.

A hand gently grabbed your shoulder and you jumped, letting out a yelp in surprise. You whipped your head around to find-

“Y/N? What are you still doing up? Lucifer is going to kill you if he sees you’re still awake..” The voice of Wrath’s avatar was hushed but concerned as he spoke.

You looked up at the worried, green eyes like a deer in headlights.

‘When did he get in here?’ You thought as you tried to respond to him.

He shakes his head, “I didn’t mean to startle you, but I did call out your name. When you didn’t answer, I thought I’d come over.”

You look down, slightly ashamed.

“Sorry…I guess I was just so focused on the docume-“ You finally looked at the tv and realized, “Oh, I guess it ended…I didn’t even notice..”

You had mumbled the last bit under your breath, but the blonde heard it clearly.

“Are you alright? I’ve never seen you space out this far.” Satan walks around the couch to sit next to you.

You smile and try to hide it, “Nah, I’m alright. It’s probably just my energy finally running out. Today was a pretty stressful day.” You hadn’t really been lying. All day you’d been scrambling around RAD, working on your semester tests and studying for upcoming ones in the process.

Even knowing that was true, Satan could tell something else was tiring you out. He could see it in the way your eyes seemed duller, your dimples barely showing, and your smile causing less crinkling around your face when you tried to assure him.

He’d had the same draining moments before, long before you ever came and actually made him and his brothers get along. He could tell you were someplace completely different on a mental level. Satan gently cupped your hand.

“That’s not the only thing tiring you out though, is it?” He asked softly. “I can tell something heavy is weighing on your mind.”

You looked at him and nod slightly, not feeling strong enough to try and hide it from him.

“Satan…do you ever think about mortality..?” You hesitantly looked into his eyes, suddenly feeling stupid for asking him such a thing.

He was a demon. He had no reason to ever consider-

“Truthfully? I have.”

Your eyes widened and shock took over your features before you could think. He looked at you in understanding.

“Are you worried about your own mortality as a human?” His gaze softened even more as he locked sights with you. “You’ve gone down that dark path, haven’t you?”

You nod again, feeling too shy to verbally reply. He squeezes your hands in understanding.

“Let’s get my brothers, alright? I have a feeling this conversation will be easier with the others around.” He stands up and gently pulls you to your feet.

You whine softly in protest. “Do we have to..?”

Satan chuckles, “Trust me, I’ve learned having many shoulders to lean on can really help you out. You can walk with me and then we can stay in Lucifer’s room.”

“Why Lucifer’s room?” You asked softly as he gently led you out of the living room. His grin grew into one of mischief.

“Because it’s the biggest one in the house and he’ll have to let us all sleep on it.”

You shake your head but give a small smile at the thought of a fuming Lucifer standing beside his own bed, which was crowded with his brothers. It’s kind of funny to imagine

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Lucifer’s bed was incredibly soft. You’ve never really been allowed to sleep in it, but now you feel cheated out of an amazing bed. It was almost amazing enough to make you ignore the little over a dozen worried glances from the brothers around you.

Almost…

A white nailed hand gently found purchase next to your hand, unsure of touching you and making you uncomfortable. Yet, still wanting you to know it was there.

“Y/n? Darling? Ya alright.?” The hand’s owner spoke gently.

You simply nodded, drawing patterns on the soft, red, velvet blanket draped across the bed.

They all watched. They didn’t want to force you to talk if you didn’t want to.

“…I Don’t want to leave any of you behind..” you broke the silence softly, still drawing patterns. “My life force is centuries, millennia, even eons shorter than you guys…any of you could blink and…I’d be gone..”

The hand slowly inched closer until just the tips of your fingers could be intertwined. Without hesitation, you squeezed the fingers with a gentle reassurance.

“You’re not the only one, dove.” A deep, but soft voice came from your left. Looking over, your eyes met the soft red hues of Lucifer’s. One rarely got to see such an expression on his face. You were glad you got to, though.

“But we assure you, it’s not the first time you’ve met us, nor will it be the last.” He smiles.

You tilted your head, confused.

Asmo answered your unspoken question, “Your soul has lived on for many years. Because of Lilith‘s reincarnation, that soul will continue to live through many more lifetimes.” He giggles softly.

“And truthfully, you’ve probably met us more times than you could ever think.” Lucifer adds.

You look at the others. Surprisingly, even Belphie is completely awake and ready to add in.

“How can you even be so positive?” You asked timidly.

“No soul is as bright as yours is.” Beel chimes in. “You may not think so, but years and years of learning through lives can slowly scrub the soul of…dirt?” He sounded almost unsure, as if he wondered if he was explaining it right.

“Even if you’ve done bad deeds, it was nothing compared to when you were a newly created soul.” Belphie continued with a yawn. “But learning with each new life helps to right those bad choices.”

Satan smiled, “Think of reincarnation as having levels. The lowest is your learning phase, it’s like…going to school. You go over and over until finally, you’ve learned all you possibly can. Then, you move past the phase of reincarnation to become higher. Better.”

You feel your face nervously being cupped. You’re slowly turned to face Levi, who’s nervous to put in his own sense on the matter.

“A-And with Lilith’s soul, you’ll always be able t-to find your way back. You wouldn’t be l-leaving us behind on purpose.” He blushes as he locks eyes with you. “We know you’d never want to leave us like that, b-but it’s just how annoyingly dumb life can be..

You smile at him and offer a thanks before kissing his palm. You lean back against the headboard as he falls back against the bed, flustered.

Mammon is the first to cuddle up to you.

“But…what if I don’t know what’s waiting for me…? What if I never find you guys…? What if I-“ Soft lips cut off your rambling before you could keep digging your own depression hole.

Mammon’s hands held the sides of your face with such a feathery touch, it felt like heaven itself.

“Nothing’s waiting that ya can’t handle, darling.” He assures and rests his head against your shoulder. “And if ya never find us, guess we’ll just have t’ find ya ourselves.”

Your hand instinctively finds its way into his soft hair, scratching his scalp lightly. You smile at the feeling of him melting against you.

“There’s no realm we wouldn’t search for you, our dove.” Lucifer plants a loving kiss against your forehead.

“N-No sea we wouldn’t explore.” Levi blushes and squeezes in on your other side, resting his head against your arm.

You scratch the nape of his neck gently, watching him keen into your warm side.

“We’d find your Beauty anywhere.” Asmo coos, propping himself on a pillow.

“Search for your traces in every book in the universe.”

Satan traces patterns on your calf. That had to be the most surprising motion from him, though no one seemed to mention it.

A loud rumble comes from next to you as Beel fits himself close to your side, where Mammon was cuddled up.

“Look for your delicious cooking in any kitchen.” You giggled at him, reaching over to scratch his head next. This elicited a loud whine from the second eldest.

Belphie was last and rested his head on your chest, his body laying between your legs.

“You’d always be in our dreams.” He mumbles, looking up at you tiredly. But, a glimmer of authenticity sparkled in his eye.

You smiled at them all and giggled.

“What would I ever do without you guys?” You asked with a soft chuckle.

Lucifer shakes his head and snaps the big light off, until the room is only illuminated by the bedside lamps.

“Let’s not dwell on such a subject. You deserve your rest now. Let those dark thoughts leave you and get the sleep you need.”

His touch is soft as his hand glides through your hair. It’s so soft, you feel yourself yawning. It’s as if the touch was all you needed for your body to finally realize it needed to rest.

Slowly, the heat from the brothers seeped into yours and you could feel your eyelids become weighted down. You had no resolve to fight it either. Instead, you just let yourself fall into a peaceful sleep.

As they all slept, you could only dream of laying in a nice, sunlit field of flowers. But, a figured stood back in the distance. Her white, flowing hair caught the sun rays in a cascade of colors as she smiled.

“You shall always be with them” She spoke, her voice gentle and soft. “And they shall always be with you. The bond transcends time itself. For now…and eternity.”

Then, with a twitch of her beautiful white wings, she was gone.

[benedictscanvas]

Hi!!! I hope you had a good extended break!! As a writer myself I totally get the need. 😊 I love your writing!! Can’t wait to see what inspiration takes you on your journey next

As for a request, can I suggest prompt number three on the meaningful gestures list you linked with either Eddie Munson or Benedict Bridgerton (my two current obsessions 😂🤭)

Have fun writing lovely!!!

Ames 💜

this is a gorgeously sweet ask, so i hope you enjoy some sweet benedict fluff! thank you so much for being lovely <3 | 0.6k words, gn!reader

When Benedict invited you over to his house, you were imagining an afternoon of tea and pleasant chatter with him and his mother who more than once had insisted you call her Violet. There would be longing looks passed between you in moments of quiet, perhaps, and you even dared to dream of a moment in which the two of you reached for the teapot at the same time and your hands would brush for just a moment.

You had not expected Violet to be busying herself with preparations for Daphne’s next ball of the season, nor for your reluctant stand-in chaperone to be Eloise. You certainly hadn’t expected said chaperone to put a hand on your shoulder five minutes into your visit, murmur something about a book she had to get back to before leaving the room moments later.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I never thought that Eloise would just-” he cut himself off before he disparaged his sister too much in your presence, “If you no longer want to spend the remainder of the day together, I’ll completely understand.”

You tilted your head at him to work out his meaning. Benedict was far from being a shy man, and the two of you had spent many a ball away from prying eyes when you found a corner to yourselves to talk. He’d also made his feelings on the unspoken rules of society quite plain from the night that you’d met, so it couldn't have been that. Taking this into account, his questioning could only be driven by his concern for your own comfort and the thought made you shiver.

“Do you want me to leave, Benedict? Only because you did promise that you’d show me your latest masterpiece and I am ever so keen to see how you’ve immortalised me in oil paint,” you said, eyes bright with gentle teasing. He hadn’t noticed the amusement in your face, if the pink tinge dusting across his cheeks was any indication.

“I’m worried I’ve given you the wrong impression,” he began tentatively, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from chuckling at his delicacy, “I’m afraid my newest work is not of your likeness, though I would, of course, be honoured to someday paint you, if you’d allow me. It is only that I do my best work when somebody sits for me, you see, and I would hate nothing more than to do your beauty an injustice by simply attempting to recreate it from memory, rather than-”

He was rambling and hardly thinking about his words and they were still so utterly complimentary. It was too much, and you didn’t want to stop yourself. You shuffled over towards him on the sofa slightly to accommodate it, then  reached out two careful hands to the sides of his face and simply held him. It stopped him in his tracks.

“Benedict?” you murmured softly, thumbing tiny brushstrokes onto his freckles. He stared, jaw a little slack, in response, hands stuck at his sides, “I was teasing. You make it rather easy for me, actually.”

He let out a breathy chuckle that sounded more strained than he had intended. Finally able to move again after the brief spell you had placed upon him, one hand circled your wrist in a cautious embrace.

“And you make everything very, very difficult,” he eventually whispered in return, though you knew he was simply trying to join in the teasing.

“You’d like me to stop, then?”

You knew the answer. He knew that you knew. It was clear in the way his eyes flickered across every feature of your face, in the way they bounced away quickly when he glanced downward. In the restraint that only showed in the tick at the back of his jaw.

“No, I don’t think that would do,” he admitted, hand sliding up, up, up your wrist and flattening itself against the back of your hand when you grinned. He leaned into it, “I should think, if it would make you happy, you could continue at least a little longer.”

There were words at the back of your throat that you might have swallowed down if it weren’t for the way he was looking at you and the fact he wouldn't allow you to pull your hands from his face. You looked down at your lap and spoke them.

“I would like to be in the business of doing things that make you happy, Benedict. If you’d let me.”

Like the restraint had snapped, just for a brief second, he turned his head and pressed a featherlight kiss to your palm. It had been so light you barely felt it, but your sharp inhaled gasp echoed in the space left between you. He smiled like he had done nothing of the sort.

“Only if I am allowed, by some miracle, to make you happy every day of our lives, from today on. Does that sound favourable, my love?”

The term of endearment was enough to break your own resolve. Using the hand that wasn’t caught in his, you lightly traced his brow bone, cheek bone, jaw bone, one finger sliding along the planes of his face to keep the sunlight from bursting out of your abdomen right there. His eyes were alight and the warmth found there was worth drowning in.

“Favourable indeed, Lord Bridgerton.”

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“Claws in!” Adrien called out, detransforming with a panting breath. He fell back against Marinette’s table, head in his hands as he tried to calm his racing heart. His mind was awhirl, lost in panic and confusion as the vision of himself cradling a crumbling Ladybug filled his head. 

Stop it! Stop it! It was over! He already defeated the akuma!

He clenched his eyes shut, trying to rid himself of the vision but it didn’t work. Instead, it seemed to make it worse as the image of Ladybug appeared to crumble in his arms. She disappeared, blown away by the wind and Adrien cried out in pain.

“What’s happening, Adrien?” Plagg asked, hovering nearby with a pair of wide, concerned green eyes.

He shook his head, panting, “Ladybug didn’t perform a Miraculous Ladybug. The nightmare’s still here!” Adrien forced his eyes shut even tighter, banging his fists against his head in the hopes this would rid him of the panic that was gripping his heart. 

As lost as he was in the whirl of his mind, he didn’t hear the creak of the trapdoor as Marinette poked her head out to look outside. He didn’t see her lips gape open in shock at the surprise of seeing him far... far away from London. He did, however, hear her gasp of incredulity as she threw her arms around him, pulling him into her embrace. Instantly, without thinking, Adrien collapsed into Marinette’s arms, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of her perfume.

"Oh my god! Adrien, what are you doing here? What's wrong?" She rocked him in her arms, slowly running her hands through his hair.

He simply shook his head, clenching his eyes shut tighter as tears leaked from the corners.

“Are you hurt? Did you jump off of the plane?” Marinette muttered to herself. Her hands moved from his hair to run along his sides, searching for wounds. After a few seconds, she scoffed, “What am I saying did you jump from the plane? Of course, you didn’t jump. You’d have died if you did. But then how could you have gotten here from London? Doesn’t matter! What matters is you’re here and safe!”  

Marinette’s ramblings actually had Adrien cracking open an eye to peek up at her. Leave it to Marinette to be able to combat the effects of an akuma attack that had him reeling. A small smile began to spread across his lips as he managed to mutter, “Akuma.”

  “Akuma?” she asked questioningly, her brow furrowing before her eyes widened with understanding. “Akuma!” 

She pulled out her phone, her worried frown growing deeper as she read something there. Marinette shook her head, placing her phone back in her pocket as she seemed to get lost in thought. 

“Marinette?” Adrien asked weakly. “Are you alright?”

She blinked down at him. “Yes! I’m fine! But obviously, you’re not. Do you happen to know what this akuma’s power was? The ability to put you in two places at once? Or... or transport you?”

He grimaced, his heart racing once more with fear. “No... nightmares,” he whispered.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Marinette’s eyes softened considerably as she clutched him to her tighter. After a few silent, wonderful moments, she murmured. “And you need Ladybug’s lucky charm to fix everything I’m guessing?”

Adrien nodded, burying his head further into her arms.

Her grip on him loosened as she stared down at him sadly. “Then I’m afraid I’ll have to leave now, Adrien,” Marinette said, gently running her thumb across his cheek.

“Leave?” he questioned, frowning up on her. He tightened his hands that were clutching to her waist. He didn’t want her to go. She was the only thing left that was keeping him from going positively insane.

“This isn’t how I imagined telling you, but it’s necessary. The only way you’re going to get better is if I go and purify that akuma.”

Adrien felt like he was choking. It felt like he had just been hit by a wrecking ball. Suddenly, everything made so much more sense. Because if Marinette needed to purify the akuma, then that meant...

“Tikki, spots on!” she called, a wave of pink light bubbled around her as she began to transform right before his eyes.

Ladybug knelt down before him, her gloved hand trailing along his cheek, in a manner that was just so Marinette. “I’ll be right back, my love. I’d take you with me, but it just wouldn’t be safe for you. I’m not certain where this akuma is or what Chat Noir has or hasn’t done yet.”

“I do.” He grinned up at her.

“What?” Ladybug frowned back at him before her mouth gaped open as Adrien called on his own transformation, green light engulfing him just the same. 

Chat managed to stand, the nightmare abating some as he focused on the fact that Ladybug stood directly before him. “The akuma’s been taken care of already, m’lady. All that’s left is for you to use your Miraculous Ladybugs.”

Quick as a flash, he felt her arms wrap around his neck as she threw herself into his arms. “So is that how you got to Paris so quickly?”

He chuckled, clutching her to him just as tightly. “You caught me. This was the real reason I had come to your balcony. I wanted to tell you I was Chat Noir but got a little cat up on the way.”

Ladybug pulled back, rolling her sparkling blue eyes at him as she gave a familiar, bubbly giggle. “You absolutely have the same sense of humor with those puns of yours. I should have seen it before.”

“Well, lady’s first.” Chat gestured for her to lead the way, eager for them to purify the akuma and discuss what this would mean for them.

She pecked his cheek, whispering, “I’m glad it was you, Adrien.” 

Quick as a flash, she took her yo-yo, wrapping it around a nearby rooftop before swinging away. With the extension of his baton, he followed her. Just like always.

[enid-rhees]

who’s she? chap. 5 | Enid Rhee x Fem!Reader

summary for this chapter: Y/N and Enid actually talk, and Y/N doesn’t stray away this time.

genre: strangers to friends to lovers

warnings for this chapter: bit of angst

(gif credits to @elisiassideb1tch)

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Enid was able to sleep that night.

everything was okay between her and Y/N now, but she wasn’t expecting what had happened last night. what Y/N had admitted to her, she didn’t think about that for a second.

it made so much sense as to why Y/N acted out the way that she did, and why she shut everyone out. no one would be able to understand what she was truly feeling because of the feelings she had for Beth. they wouldn’t have understood.

she couldn’t imagine being in love with someone and never getting the chance to tell them before they die, and never even expecting them to die in the first place. thinking you had all the time in the world with that one person, but it all crashes down in an instant.

Enid swung her legs over the water, her feet just barely grazing it. she thought back to last night when she sat in the same place she was in now, holding Y/N’s hand as she cried.

even though Y/N apologized for the way she acted towards her, Enid wasn’t sure if her outbreak would happen again. last night was the most vulnerable Enid had ever seen her, she opened up to Enid despite never doing that with her own family, what if she regretted it again?

she shook that thought out of her head, just grateful that Y/N didn’t hate her, for now at least.

after almost an hour of Enid sitting on the deck, she started to hear footsteps approaching her. Enid whipped her head around, just in time to watch Y/N take a seat next to her. “still here?” Y/N asked, a smile growing on her lips.

“no,” Enid laughed, unable to hide her smile. “i came back after i woke up. it’s nice to sit here.” Y/N nodded in agreement, “it’s away from everyone else. no one comes here.”

Enid’s eyes traveled all over Y/N’s face, taking her features in more than ever. though most of them were littered in scratch marks and scars, Y/N was beautiful. there was no denying it.

every time Y/N was in front of her, she couldn’t help but admire her. she was pretty when she cried, when she smiled, Y/N was perfect to Enid.

in the week she knew Y/N, and even though most of those days were rough between them, Enid couldn’t lie that she’s taken more than a liking to Y/N. and yes, Enid knew she was probably insane for thinking this, but ever since that first day, Enid had her eyes set on her.

Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Enid’s face, bringing Enid back to reality. “you’re staring, dude. what’s on your mind?” Y/N spoke, biting her lip as she waited for an answer. Enid’s face burned red as she looked down at her hands. “nothing, i just- i can’t help but worry when i see those scars on your face.” Enid admitted, and boldly brought up her left hand to lightly graze a scar that still looked fresh.

Y/N didn’t flinch or anything, she just softly put her hand on top of Enid’s and gently pushed it down. “they don’t hurt as bad anymore.” is all she said about them, but that didn’t lessen Enid’s worries.

Enid shook her head slightly, “i can’t imagine the things you went through out there.” she said, her voice lowering. Y/N looked down, “it’s crazy what the apocalypse could bring,” Y/N chuckled deeply, “it brought out so many psychos, you’d never think people like that existed.”

“you- you don’t have to tell me,” Enid started slowly, “but… whatever you went through, i want you to know that i’ll be here. i’m here now, and i want to help you heal.”

it felt like every muscle in Y/N’s body relaxed at that one sentence. i’m here now.

Enid was so… comforting. she didn’t know how to describe it. but for once, after how many years - Y/N couldn’t remember at this point - she actually felt safe. here, with Enid.

“so much… has happened Enid.” Y/N whispered, “we lost so many people.” Enid slowly moved closer to Y/N, moving her hand across the wood to put it over Y/N’s. “i’m not- i won’t burden you with it. but… god.” Y/N sighed.

after only a few seconds of thinking this through, Enid spoke up again, “stand up for a moment.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, but removed her hand from Enid’s and stood up. Enid followed, and then suddenly pulled Y/N into a hug.

Y/N’s body stiffened, before she eventually relaxed in Enid’s arms, melting into them completely. her bruised hands gripped Enid’s shirt as she laid her head in Enid’s neck. her eyes were closed while she took in this feeling.

she couldn’t remember the last time someone had hugged her like this. Enid was holding her so tight but yet so gentle. sure, she’s had hugs from Rick and Carl, but this one, this was different.

Y/N didn’t want to let go, but Enid was the one to pull away first. she reluctantly removed her arms from around Enid, awkwardly putting them at her side.

“i didn’t realize how much i needed that.” she laughed, looking at anything but Enid to avoid her gaze. her face was burning. Enid laughed as well, playing with her fingers nervously.

“if you’ll let me, i want to patch up your injuries. it kills me that they’re bothering you, even if you won’t admit it.” Y/N shook her head with another laugh, “fine.”

when they made it to Enid’s place, Y/N suddenly got deja vu. the last time she was here, it was for the exact same reason. only this time, she’s hoping she won’t regret it later on.

“sit down.” Enid said, pointing to the table in the kitchen. she did as told, lightly tapping her fingers on the wood table. Enid walked into a different room, gathering all different sizes of bandages, peroxide and cotton balls.

she walked back into the kitchen and pulled a chair across from Y/N. “it might burn.” she warned with a pout, and Y/N chuckled, “trust me, i’ve had worse.”

Enid put a few drops of the peroxide onto a cotton ball, and softly pressed it to Y/N’s cheek. with how close Enid was, Y/N wandered her eyes over every inch of Enid’s face. then they stopped on her eyes, watching them squint slightly with concentration. they were a mix of grey and green, the prettiest she’s ever seen, if she was being honest.

after Enid finished with her face, she picked up her hand. there was gash on her forearm, a cut she had gotten at the last place they thought they were safe in. Enid sighed, “i can’t believe anyone would ever think about hurting you like this. you’re just a teen.”

Y/N bit her lip, “yeah well… that doesn’t matter in the apocalypse. if you know how to fight, you’re a threat. they don’t care how old you are. end of story.” she said simply.

Enid then smiled a bit, “you know, Ron called you a total badass that first day. and i think he’s right.” she took the bandage roll and started to gently roll it around her arm.

“oh, really now?” Y/N asked with a smile. it made Enid feel weak in the knees. “what? because i punched Deanna’s annoying ass son?”

she shrugged, “you know how to stick up for yourself, you’re strong, and know how to fight. you have all of these scars, wounds, and you’re still walking, Y/N. that’s pretty badass to me.” Y/N smiled once more, “i guess you’re right. but i didn’t become like this on my own, my… father, Rick, he’s molded me into who i am now. if i never found him, i wouldn’t even be alive right now.”

“i doubt that.” Enid responded. “don’t underestimate yourself. i’m sure he was a big part in this, but give yourself credit as well.”

Y/N nodded, “yeah, okay.” Enid smiled and took her other hand in hers. it was still covered in bruises from her fight with Spencer. she rolled out more bandages and wrapped it around her knuckles. “and if you ask me, you wrapped up in these bandages only make you look more badass.”

“you flatter me, Enid. i think you’re the only person besides my family that has treated me like an actual human being since i been here.” she admitted, flexing her fingers to adjust them in the bandage. “even after i was so mean to you, you’re acting like it’s never happened.”

she set down everything and looked Y/N in the eyes, “you had your reasons and we’ve already talked this out. you were grieving, Y/N.”

“i know. i just admire your… patience.” Y/N said back. “and one day, i’d like to know a bit more about you.” she said to Enid. “you kept saying you’ve been through the same thing i did.”

Enid sighed, “yeah, um… i know what happened to your parents. it happened to mine too.” Y/N froze, not expecting her to say that at all. “i’m sorry.” is all she managed to sputter out.

“it’s okay. i’ve… i’ve gotten over it, sort of.” she told Y/N, and she nodded back. “me too. after Rick took me in as his own, it just felt… right. but i still miss them sometimes.”

“it’s really comforting to know that. i don’t feel as alone as i did before. i’m… i’m really glad we’re talking, Enid.”

Enid put her hand back over Y/N’s, “me too. even if you don’t see it, you’re special. and it’s sad that everyone here is missing out on what a great person you are.”

with the way Y/N was looking at her, Enid wished she could read her mind. “thank you, Enid. i-i should get back home now, though.” she said, but didn’t remove her hand, or move at all for that matter.

“okay,” Enid said, hoping the sadness in her voice would just slip by Y/N. “thanks for uh… well, everything i guess.” she laughed, and Enid smiled again. “don’t thank me. i’m your friend, okay?”

“okay.” Y/N repeated, and hesitated before pulling Enid into a hug. it was like how they hugged before, but Y/N gripped her shirt tighter, like she didn’t want to let go.

after Y/N left, Enid couldn’t help the smile that painted her lips as she leaned back against the door. and when Y/N finally got back into her room, she covered her mouth as she slid down the door in the most cliche way possible, smiling just as wide as Enid was.

A/N: hope u all enjoyed! this one was also a bit longer, and things are finally happening !!