#like the sheer relief 😭😭😭😭

[transfaggot]

damn this is the first time in over a month that I’ve woken up w no lower back pain 😳😳😳 PT really does work

[jtownraindancer]

Sergeant Detective William "Bill" Blore and The Audacity of These People

[prettyfilmz]

THROB • JIMMY USO

author's note: hi my loves!! honestly have nothing to say other than this was a random idea that was born out of how fine jimmy looked here I hope y'all enjoy it😭

synopsis: in which you've been ovulating and taking your frustrations out on jimmy because you're too stubborn to ask him for what you need. lucky for you, jimmy knows just what to do to get you to act right.

tags: 18+(MDNI), jimmy uso x fem reader, established relationship, arguments, bratty behavior, teasing, breast sucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), big jim™ , overstimulation, lots of dirty talk, squirting, creampie, slight humiliation, degradation, jimmy is a lil mean in this, dacryphilia, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, doggy style, mating press, small aftercare at the end.

word count: 3.2k words

You were pacing back and forth in the living room, arms crossed, your brow furrowed so tightly it could’ve scared the undertaker away.  Every little thing Jimmy did irritated you, though you knew deep down it wasn’t his fault. He sat there on the couch, broad shoulders relaxed, his tattoos flexing subtly as he scrolled through his phone. His usual goofy grin wasn’t there, though. He was watching you, trying to hold back his amusement.

“Why you stompin’ ‘round here like a lil’ ass gremlin, huh?” Jimmy’s deep voice cut through your mumbling, making you whip your head toward him.

“I ain’t stompin’, Jimmy! Maybe if you’d do somethin’ helpful for once like puttin’ your damn shoes away from in front of the door instead of sittin’ there, I wouldn’t be irritated!” You snapped, your tone sharp.

Jimmy slowly raised an eyebrow, setting his phone down. That cheeky grin started creeping back onto his face, and it only made you more annoyed. “Girl, ain’t no way you talkin’ to me like that. You been barkin’ at me all week, and I let it slide ‘cause I know what timing you’re on. But you really gon’ sit here and act like I don’t know why you mad?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms tighter.  “I ain’t mad, Jimmy.”

“Oh, so you just bein’ a brat for fun?  I’m supposed to believe that?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his smirk widening as he caught the way your thighs clenched together at the shift in his tone.

Your body betrayed you. It always did when he was around, especially now.  The heat between your legs was unbearable, and your nipples were pebbled, brushing against the soft fabric of your tank top in a way that had you biting back whimpers. Normally, you’d have your vibrator for relief when he was on the road, but he’d been home all week. Which fucked up your usual routine you had going and now you're too stubborn to ask him.

Jimmy tilted his head, his dark eyes dragging over your body like he already knew what you were hiding.  “Yeah, see, I know exactly what’s goin’ on with you, baby girl. You think you tough huh? You don’t even need to tell me nothin’.  I can see it in the way you walkin’ ‘round here all moody.”

“Jimmy, shut up,” you shot back, though your voice cracked slightly.  He noticed.

“Nah, I’m gon’ keep talkin’.  Matter fact, come here,” he said, his voice taking on that commanding edge that made your knees weak.

You hesitated, shooting him a glare.  “Why?”

“‘Cause I said so, that’s why. Don’t make me come over there and get you.” He leaned back, spreading his legs in that laid-back, cocky way that showed off the sheer size of him. His gray sweats left nothing to the imagination, and the way his dick pressed against the fabric had your mouth watering despite your irritation.

With a heavy sigh, you walked over, but your attitude wasn’t going anywhere.  “What, Jim?  You gon’ keep talkin’ shit?”

He chuckled, reaching out to grab your wrist and tugging you between his legs.  “Girl, you just mad ‘cause you’re neglecting what you need. But you too damn stubborn to ask for it, huh?” He let his hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them as he pulled you closer.

“Jimmy, I swear to God—”

“You swear to God what?” he interrupted, his voice dropping lower.  His thumbs pressed into the softness of your hips, holding you in place.  “You ain’t gon’ do shit, baby. Stop frontin’.”

The heat in his gaze melted your resolve, but you couldn’t let him win that easily.  “You just know everything, huh?”

He smiled, leaning forward to press his lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear.  “I know you ovulatin’,” he murmured. “And I know you ain’t been able to take care of yourself like you usually do. You need daddy to take care of you, hm?”

Your breath hitched, and you tried to step back, but his grip tightened.  “Jimmy, stop playin’—”

“Who said I’m playin’?” He tilted his head up to look at you, his expression softening just enough to make your heart flutter.  “Why you bein’ difficult, huh? This what you wanted, ain’t it?”

You tried to keep up your defiance, but when his lips trailed down your neck, you couldn’t hold back the shiver that coursed through you.  “Jimmy…”

“There she is,” he teased, pulling back to look you in the eyes.  “Now, you gon’ ask me nice, or you gon’ keep actin’ like a spoiled lil’ brat?”

Your pride wrestled with your desire, but the way his hands roamed your body and his voice dripped with authority had you caving.  “Please,” you whispered, barely audible.

He cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.  “Please what, baby? Let daddy hear you.”

“Please, daddy,” you repeated, your voice trembling with anticipation.

A satisfying grin spread across his face as he leaned back, patting his thigh. “There we go.  Now, sit that pretty ass down.  You got some apologizin’ to do.”

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him as his hands immediately found their way under your tank top.  His palms were warm against your bare skin, sliding up to cup your breasts.  You gasped when his thumbs brushed over your sensitive nipples, and he chuckled darkly.

“Damn, these are real sensitive, huh?” he said, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the hardened bud, and your hips bucked against him involuntarily.

“Shit!” you cried out, clutching his shoulders as your body betrayed every ounce of control you thought you had left.

“Shh, baby, let me take care of you,” he murmured, switching to the other nipple.  His teeth grazed it gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

You whimpered, grinding against him as the pressure built inside you.  “Daddy, please, I need…”

“I know what you need, baby girl.  But you gon’ learn not to keep this shit from me.” His hands slid down to your ass, giving it a firm slap that made you yelp.  “Next time, you gon’ tell daddy what you need, understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your lips softly before flipping you over onto the couch.  “Now, lay back and let daddy handle the rest.”

Jimmy hovered over you now, his larger frame trapping you beneath him on the couch.  His hands gripped your thighs possessively, thumbs brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers straight to your core. You stared up at him, panting, your chest heaving as his dark eyes raked over you. That playful grin he usually wore was gone, replaced by something darker, more intense. He licked his lips like a predator sizing up its prey, and you couldn’t help but squirm beneath him.

“Mm-mm,” he growled, pressing his hands down harder to still your movements. “Ain’t no runnin’, baby. You wanted this, didn’t you?  All week, you been actin’ up snappin’, throwin’ them lil’ ass tantrums, tryna to act like you don’t need me. But I know you,” His voice almost in a mocking tone.  “Your body been screamin’ for me since I came back, mama.”

You whimpered, your pride dissolving under the weight of his words.  “I—Jimmy, please…”

“Please what?” His hands slipped beneath your shorts, gripping the soft flesh of your ass. “What you need from daddy?”

The way he said it so smooth, teasing, but dripping with authority had your resolve crumbling completely. “I need you to fuck me,” you breathed, barely audible.

He smirked, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear.  “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?  But you still owe me an apology, baby.  You gon’ tell daddy you sorry for bein’ a brat?”

Your cheeks burned. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you whispered.

“Mean it,” he says, his tone sharp enough to make you obedient. His hands tightened on your thighs, reminding you exactly who was in control here.  “I know you can do better than that.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whimpered out, your voice trembling with need.

Jimmy grinned, clearly satisfied. “Good girl.  Now let’s see if you can keep that same energy when I’m done with you.”

Before you could respond, he tugged your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, leaving you completely exposed.  His eyes locked onto the slickness between your thighs, and he let out a low whistle.  “Damn, look at you. I didn’t even touch you yet and you already wet as hell.”

You whimpered, trying to close your legs, but he wouldn’t let you.  “Jimmy, don’t tease me…”

“Who you think you talkin’ to?” he shot back sharply, grabbing your knees and spreading them wider.  “You don’t call the shots here, baby girl. Now stay still.”

His hands gripped your thighs as he lowered his head in between your legs. The first swipe of his tongue against your clit had you crying out, your hips jerking off the couch.  Jimmy chuckled, pinning you down with ease.  “I said be still, didn’t I?  You gon’ listen, or you want me to tie you down?”

“D-daddy, I—” Your words dissolved into a moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue working you over with precision.  The combination of his lips, tongue, and the slight scrape of his teeth had your body trembling uncontrollably.

You tried to squirm away when the pleasure became too much, but Jimmy wasn’t having it.  He slid two fingers inside you without warning, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars.  “Stop fuckin’ runnin’,” he growled, his voice muffled against your pussy.  “This what you wanted, huh? So take it.”

You sobbed his name, your nails digging into the couch as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.  He didn’t let up, his pace relentless as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his mouth never leaving your clit. “Oh my God, Jimmy, I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, you gon’ cum for daddy?” he taunted, his eyes gleaming as he looked up at you. “Do it, baby.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, and you came hard, your back arching off the couch as your orgasm tore through you.  You screamed his name, your thighs shaking as he kept working you through it, refusing to let up.  “That’s my girl,” he murmured, licking his lips as he finally pulled back. “You look so pretty when you cum, baby.”

You barely had a chance to catch your breath before he was pulling his sweats down, freeing himself.  It was as thick and heavy as ever, and the sight of it made your mouth water.  He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You ready for this, baby? You gon’ be good for me?”

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your voice shaky. “I need you.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, positioning himself at your entrance. He slid the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing you until you were whining in frustration. “Damn, you so wet, baby.  You gon’ take all of me, huh?”

“Yes, daddy, please,” you plead. “Please put it in..”

Jimmy finally pushed inside, and the stretch had you gasping, your nails clawing at his arms.  “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “You so fuckin’ tight, baby. Been missin’ me, huh?”

You could barely form words, the fullness of him stealing your breath.  “Fuck… yes daddy,” you managed to choke out, your legs trembling as he buried himself to the hilt.

“That’s right,” he growled, pulling back and slamming into you again.  “This my pussy, baby. Don’t forget that.”

He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to make the couch creak beneath you. Each thrust sent delicious shockwaves through your body, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You were already on the verge of another orgasm, your body still sensitive from your previous release.

“Why you runnin’, baby?” he teased, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.  “This what you been actin’ out for, huh?  So take it.”

“I’m tryin’ daddy!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as your second orgasm crashed over you. Your body convulsed beneath him, and you felt yourself gush around him, soaking his thighs.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his pace faltering for a moment. “You squirtin’ for me now? you so fuckin’ nasty, that’s my good girl.”

But he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked you harder, flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up so he could take you from behind.  The new angle had you screaming into the disarrayed couch cushions, your body trembling uncontrollably.

“You gon’ tell daddy you sorry again?” he growled, spanking your ass hard enough to leave a sting.  “Say it.”

“I’m sorry, daddy!” you cried out, your voice muffled. “I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Yeah, you gon’ be good now, huh?” He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he pounded into you mercilessly.  “You ain’t got no choice, baby. Daddy gon’ fuck all that attitude outta you.”

Jimmy didn’t let up for a second. His grip on your hair kept you pinned in place as his cock slammed into you relentlessly, the sound of your ragged cries filling the room. You could feel the heat of his body pressing down on yours, his weight anchoring you as if there was no escape—not that you wanted there to be anyway.

“Look at you,” he growled, leaning over until his lips brushed against your ear. His breath was hot and heavy, dripping with amusement.  “All that attitude, all that shit talkin’, and now you cryin’ for daddy, huh? You so fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. All obedient for me.”

You whimpered, barely able to form words as his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you.  Your body was overstimulated, every nerve on fire, and the wetness between your thighs only made it worse. “D-daddy, it’s too much,” you choked out, trembling beneath him.

“Too much?” he repeated mockingly, pulling your head back further until you were arching against him.  “Nah, baby, you can take it.”

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust that made your back bow, another broken sob spilling from your lips. Tears were streaking your cheeks as he fucked you harder, his pace unrelenting.  The sting of another spank sent a jolt through you, the sharp pain only intensifying the overwhelming pleasure.

“Tell me what you is,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.  “Go on, baby.  Say it.”

“I’m—I’m your slut, daddy,” you gasped, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own moans.

“Damn right you are,” he snarled, slamming into you so hard the couch creaked beneath you.  “And don’t you forget it. This is my pussy.  Say it.”

“It’s yours, daddy..fuck!” you cried out, your voice breaking as you felt another orgasm building, threatening to drown you.

“That’s right,” he growled, pulling out suddenly and flipping you onto your back before you could even catch your breath.  He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he lined himself up again. “And I’m gon’ remind you every fuckin’ time you forget.”

The first thrust in this position had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your nails clawing at his arms as his cock hit a deeper angle. His weight pressed down on you, forcing your thighs against your chest as he pounded into you like he had something to prove.  You could feel the muscles in his arms flexing beneath your hands, his strength keeping you pinned in place as he wrecked you.

“Fuck, baby, you feel that?” he groaned, his voice thick with arousal.  “Feel how deep I am?  I’m right where I’m supposed to be, fillin’ that pussy up. And you gon’ take all of me like a good girl, huh?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his biceps as the pressure built inside you.  “Please don’t stop—please…”

He smirked, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth.  The heat of his tongue against your sensitive skin sent you spiraling, your back arching as you came again, harder this time. Your body convulsed beneath him, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his voice laced with pride as he watched you fall apart beneath him.  “That’s my girl.  You so good for me, baby.  So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

 Even as your body trembled and tears streaked your cheeks, he kept going, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls with every brutal thrust.  “You said you wanted it, baby,” he teased, his tone both mean and sweet. “You been talkin’ shit all week so don’t tap out now.”

“Daddy, I—” Your words dissolved into a choked sob as he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. His hips snapped against yours with a punishing rhythm, the pleasure teetering dangerously close to pain.

“You cryin’, baby?” he taunted, leaning down to kiss the tears off your cheeks.  “Aw, don’t tell me it’s too much now.”

“I can’t—Jimmy, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, his voice firm but laced with a tenderness that made your heart ache.  “You gon’ take it, baby. You was made for this dick, and I’mma remind you every fuckin’ time.”

He reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.  The added stimulation sent you spiraling, another orgasm tearing through you before you could stop it.  You whimpered his name, your body trembling violently as your walls clenched around him.

“Shit,” he groaned, his pace faltering as your orgasm milked him.  “You tryna make me cum, baby?  You want daddy to give you a baby, huh?  Want me to fill this pretty pussy?”

“Yes, daddy, please,” you whined, your voice trembling with desperation.  “Please cum in me, daddy.”

That was all it took. With a low growl, Jimmy slammed into you one last time, his cock twitching as he came deep inside you. The warmth of his release filled you, and you moaned at the sensation, your body shuddering beneath him. He didn’t pull out right away, instead grinding into you slowly, making sure you felt every last drop.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. “You did so good for me. Took it all like a damn champ.”

You whimpered softly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks.  “Thank you, daddy,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your lips softly.  “Ain’t no need to thank me, baby.  You earned that.”

Jimmy finally pulled out, and you winced at the emptiness.  He watched as his cum dripped out of you, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.  “Damn, look at that.  You so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

Your face heated up, turning your face away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.  “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased, his voice softer but no less commanding.  “You did good, baby. Real good.  Daddy’s so proud of you.”

A small smile crept onto your lips despite the exhaustion weighing you down. “I love you, Jimmy.”

“I love you too, baby girl,” he said, kissing your forehead.  “Now let’s get you cleaned up.  You gon’ need your strength for round two.”

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do you think you could write something about billie finding out reader is pregnant and how she would react? (either she finds out on an accident or reader surprises her idk which one 😭)

omg yes so i took this in a slightly slightly different direction.. kinda idk it just came out as i was writing so please enjoy 🥺

you'd been nervous all day. the butterflies in your stomach felt like moths reaching for your mouth; the only source of light peeking through your parted lips. you were anxious to get home and reach into the bathroom drawer. tear open that little cardboard box that'd haunted you for months. rip open the plastic film that would reveal your fate in a matter of minutes.

with shaky hands you pulled apart the packaging before dipping the little stick into the cup. you counted your breaths as you pulled it out placing the cap back on and letting it rest on the counter. you tapped on the marble before washing your hands. staring at yourself in the mirror. you were tired. you were exhausted. you looked physically drained. you just wanted a baby. her baby.

when the door jiggled, you jumped and gasped clutching your chest. you hadn't locked the door. she came in and a sudden wave of relief washed over you when you saw her face. it brightened when she saw you. her smile so cute and goofy as she laughed and apologized. then it slowly faded when she glanced at the stick on the counter. so small. so harmless. yet sticks just like it had caused so much pain before that she felt it all rushing back. her shoulders slumped as you tilted your head with a small smile trying to remain positive. she closed the door softly behind her wrapping her arms around your waist as you leaned into her looking at your joint reflection in the mirror.

"can you look at it first?" you whispered clinging to her arms. you'd done this far too many times, you didn't know if you had it in you anymore. with a nod and small kiss to your head, she reached for the pregnancy test holding it above your heads so you couldn't see. she was quiet for a long time. "bad?" you croaked almost clawing her arm with anxiety. her grip on your waist grew tighter as her body shook and her lips pressed on your temple. the stick fell in the sink as she rocked you in her arms starting to jump behind you almost lifting you from the ground.

"pregnant- you're- you're pregnant," she beamed unable to form words out of sheer excitement and shock. you turned your body so you were facing her. your lips parted as your eyelashes stuck together as you batted your tears. billie cupped your face. her forehead pressed on yours as you breathed each other's air. as your hearts beat in sync. as you came to the realization that-

"we're having a baby," you whispered looking into her eyes. she melted all your worries away. the future you'd planned was falling into place and it all laid in her eyes. when her lips touched yours, all the tense feelings just melted. nothing else mattered except her. except you. except the new life you'd created.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o giving birth

Request: Hello!! Can I request a Seventeen OT13 fluff/crack/comfort reaction to reader giving birth? Like for each member the member and reader react differently? Like reader having a hard time with wonwoo’s child because of his wide shoulders, Vernon being unfazed as usual as his wife screams at him, reader having no tolerance for pain and is panicking so Mingyu panics too, etc

A/N: I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, anon. This took much longer than I expected. I actually finished writing it yesterday, but my draft got deleted, and I was so frustrated that I nearly cried. I had been working on this for a week while juggling other writing projects and a busy, stressful schedule. Instead of breaking down and giving up, I sat down and rewrote everything from memory. Since it was my second time writing it, I at least had a clearer idea of what I wanted to do. I knew that if I didn’t finish it now, it would end up delayed for another week or more, and I didn’t want that. Also, I pushed other queued requests back to finally get this one out since it should've been out earlier but I wasn't done with it. I really hope I did justice to your request! Thank you for your patience 💓

Seungcheol: To me it feels like his leader instincts kicking in like it’s a group comeback 😭 You’re physically drained and can barely push anymore, so Seungcheol will be holding your hand tightly, his voice steadying you: “Just one more, baby, you’ve got this. We’ll meet our little one soon.” On the inside, he’s panicking but doesn’t let it show because he knows you need his strength, "Breathe, babe, breathe!” Wait, should I breathe too?! Once the baby is born, he’s in tears, holding your hand like, “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” and kissing your forehead. Then proceeds to take the title of Best Dad very seriously.

Jeonghan: “This is YOUR fault!” you scream at him as another wave of pain hits, and Jeonghan, instead of being offended, just grins cheekily, “I know, I know. But look at me—I’m right here. You’re doing amazing.” He is unfazed and mischievous, even while you're snapping at him but don't get me wrong. He's like, "It’s okay, just a little more!” while secretly panicking and muttering, How does one raise a tiny human? He just doesn't want to look panicked in front of you and scare you. When the baby arrives, he jokes, “Wow, this kid’s already prettier than me. Must’ve gotten it from me.” Yes, he's like that—but in a moment of seriousness, he looks at you with so much love, “You were incredible.”

Joshua: You’re crying softly, scared and overwhelmed, and Joshua immediately cups your face gently, “I know it’s hard, but you’re so strong. You can do this. I’ll be here the whole time.” He's very soft and attentive, the perfect mix of calm and emotional. He never leaves your side, murmuring prayers under his breath. Holds your hand and whispers comforting words the whole time, “You’re amazing, you’ve got this.” When the baby cries for the first time, he literally cries too, “This is the best day of my life.” He lets out a laugh of pure relief and joy as his face says, This is our miracle. He insists on singing the baby a lullaby immediately. Sunday morning rain is falling in form of lullaby

Jun: Wait, I think I need to sit down—oh no, wait, you’re the one doing all the work! Chaotic but sweet, Jun is trying his best to be strong for you, but his emotions are all over the place. You’re gripping his hand tightly, shaking your head, “I can’t do it, Jun. I really can’t!” his heart clenches at your words but he then immediately leans in, his eyes wide but sincere, “You’re already doing it. Look at me. One more push, and we’ll meet our baby.” The sheer trust and love in his gaze give you the last bit of strength you need. After the birth, he’s SO emotional, holding them like the most delicate thing in the world in complete awe with wide eyes, “Wow… they’re so small. Are you sure they’re ours?” He traces a careful finger along the baby’s tiny hand, his eyes softening even more. “They’re perfect… just like you.” His lips press a lingering, grateful kiss to your forehead before pulling back, his eyes shimmering. “I love you. Both of you.”

Hoshi: He's excited and maybe a little too energetic. Freaks out every time you make a noise, “IS IT TIME?!” even if you’re just asking for water. During birth, I feel like, his s/o will be yelling from the pain and accidentally yell at him too lol. “STOP TALKING, SOONYOUNG!” you shout during a particularly painful contraction, and he freezes, wide-eyed. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll be quiet—but I’m still here!” When the baby is born, he’s crying harder than you are, clutching your hand, “WE DID IT! I mean, you did it! I’M A PAPA TIGER! Look at our little cub!” while also jumping up and down yelling.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo is the reliable rock you need. You’re biting your lip, trying not to scream, and he notices your trembling. He leans closer, his voice soft, “It’s okay to let it out. I’m here for you, always.” He stays by your side, holding your hand, his thumb gently rubbing the back of it to soothe you. Every now and then, he murmurs, “You’re doing so well,” his voice laced with admiration and respect for his beloved. When the baby is finally born, he doesn’t say much at first—just stares in awe, holding them close with a small, amazed smile. After a long pause, he finally whispers, “So this is what pure happiness feels like.” Theb he looks at you, eyes full of love, and promises, “I’ll be the best dad. For both of you.”

Woozi: Stressed but trying not to show it. Internally writing 15 songs about his emotions while saying, “Do you need anything? Water? Ice? A new husband?” all while trying his best to keep his emotions in check for your sake but low-key failing. “It hurts so much!” you cry, and Jihoon, though visibly worried and internally panicking, keeps rubbing your back, “I know, love, I know. Just a little more, and it’ll be over. You’re stronger than you think.” Once it’s over, he’s stunned silent, staring at the tiny life in his hands in awe, whispering, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write anything more beautiful than this.” Then he looks at you, his voice soft: “You’re incredible.”

Dokyeom: Your overly enthusiastic cheerleader is trying his best. But when you let out a scream, “AUGH!” Seokmin yelps even louder, “ARE YOU OKAY?!” despite knowing full well that you’re not. He’s gripping your hand so tightly—probably too tightly and almost crying with you. “YOU’RE DOING GREAT. I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Then, mid-contraction, he suddenly panics, “Wait, do you hate me right now? I think you do.” You glare at him between deep breaths, and he flinches, “Okay! No talking! Got it!” When the baby is finally here, Seokmin completely loses it, his happy sobs are the loudest in the room. “We did it! Well, mostly you, but we did it!” He’s melting, practically sliding to the floor as he holds the baby, overwhelmed by joy. Someone has to hold him up before he turns into a puddle of emotions.

Mingyu: He’s the definition of chaos with a side of tears. “Why is it taking so long?!” you cry out, exhausted and frustrated, and Mingyu, who has been pacing non-stop—pauses for a second before nervously responding, “I don’t know, but I’m here! We’ll get through this together, I promise.” He’s trying so hard to be helpful, but his clumsy ass is in full force. “Do you need water, baby? A towel? Oh no, I dropped the towel! Wait, where’s the doctor—should I call someone?!” The moment the baby arrives, Mingyu’s emotions explode, he’s full-on sobbing, barely able to form words. “You’re amazing! Our baby is amazing!” He cradles the tiny newborn like the most precious thing in the world, holding on so tight that the nurses have to coax him into letting them check the baby. “No! They’re so tiny! So perfect! I’m NOT letting them go.” spoiler: he doesn't. they have the check the baby from his hold.

Minghao: Zen but emotional deep down. He’s by your side, reminding you to breathe like a yoga instructor, “Inhale, exhale, you’ve got this.” But you are still exhausted and losing focus during labor, “I can’t do it,” you mumble weakly, and Minghao immediately takes your hand, his calm voice grounding you: “Yes, you can. Focus on me. Deep breaths. You’re stronger than you know.” After the baby’s born, he holds them with the gentlest hands, his eyes full of tears. “You did so well,” he whispers, brushing hair out of your sweaty face. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.” His face is all smiley with streaks of dry tears down his cheeks as he kisses your nose, “This is the start of a masterpiece. You’re amazing, my love. I love you”

Seungkwan: The most emotional and slightly dramatic of them all. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay? Am I okay?!” He’s running on pure nerves. The situation escalates quickly when you reach the peak of labor, and it’s similar to Hoshi’s. “STOP TALKING, KWAN!” you snap, breathless from the pain. He gasps dramatically, clutching his chest, “I’m just worried! But okay, okay, I’ll shut up!” He’s jittery, constantly checking on you, the doctors, and the monitors, whispering prayers under his breath. The moment the baby is born, all his anxiety vanishes, replaced by unfiltered joy. He holds the baby, bawling his eyes out, voice shaking as he says, “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Then, looking at you with pure adoration, he sniffles, “I’m going to spoil them so much.”

Vernon: Surprisingly calm but mostly because he’s in shock. You’re gripping the bed rails so hard your knuckles turn white, trying not to scream, and Vernon, who notices how much you’re struggling, leans down, holding your hand. “You’re doing so great,” he says. “We’re so close, babe. Just a little more.” He doesn’t say much else, just keeps his grip firm, standing by your side like an unshakable pillar until you give birth while internally thinking, This is wild. When the baby is born, he stares at them for a long moment before finally saying, “Wow… we made this. That’s crazy.” But then, as he holds the baby, his normally neutral expression softens into something breathtaking. His heart eyes are fully showing— completely smitten, both with the baby and with you.

Dino: Our Dino is flustered but super supportive. “Do you need me to do anything? Tell me what to do—I’ll do it!” He’s hovering, heart racing, watching you struggle through the pain, and it’s breaking him. When you sob, “I can’t do it, Chan!” he nearly panics himself, but he quickly shakes his head and crouches beside you, rubbing your back. “Yes, you can,” he says firmly, “You’re the strongest person I know. Just a little more, I’m right here!” The second the baby arrives, his stress vanishes, replaced by pure joy. His grin is so wide it almost hurts. “I’m officially a dad! We’re parents now, love! Can you believe it?” He holds the baby with so much pride and tenderness, already making promises. “I’m going to be the fun parent. You’re going to have the coolest childhood ever, little one.” and holds their pinky.

[ariseur]

omgg cloud x reader where theyre at costa del sol… like how in rebirth hes super flustered seeing the cute bathing suits but he actually puts sunscreen on reader 😼😼😼 maybe leading to spice if ur comfy w it!!!

spot me some sunscreen? 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

cloud strife (ffvii) x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

i originally wrote this as a blurb but i forgot like the entire sunscreen portion so it ended up being a whole fic instead 😭

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

intended lowercase, nsfw / suggestive themes!!, i kinda wrote it with the reader wearing a more feminine bathing suit hope it’s okay!!, reader is referred to as clouds gf, cloud being awkward, readers lowkey a tease, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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1644 words, 8930 characters

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walking out into the daylight was even enough for cloud. costa del sol was just so— lively. he sighed as he watched you, aerith, and tifa skip along to the dressing rooms, the two girls dragging you along by your wrists while you all giggled. he should’ve just insisted that they moved along like barret had said, he thought.

he kept his head down as waited for you near a corner, keeping his head hung low as he detested his swim trunks, cursing the sun for such a hot day.

it felt like forever before a faint, “cloud!” hit his ears. hearing your smile even evident in your voice, he turned his head to the shore as he spotted you under an umbrella, sat comfortably on a striped towel.

his eyes roamed your figure, unable to to give even a small wave back once he gawked at your bathing suit. your waist exposed with the top you wore, only the tied back visible to him while the coverup hugging against your hips, the sheer material revealing your bottoms underneath.

unsure of what to do, cloud looked around before he turned around and faced the other way, not wanting anybody to see his tinted ears. he closed his eyes, taking shade behind a small palm tree as he pretended he didn’t hear the soft footsteps against the sand approaching him.

“i know you hear me calling for you, y’know.” cloud heard you giggle behind him. as he turned around slowly, he finally got a good look at you. just the exposure of skin made his cheeks flush with an even brighter red, his ears an even deeper color.

making a sound of surprise at your advances, he awkwardly leaned back while you yourself leaned in and tilted your head. “well?”

“‘well’.. what?”

“are you gonna stop ignoring me?”

“i’m not—just..” his body tensed as his eyes kept managing to flicker over your body in their own, his eyes alternating between your face and your hips where he could see the skimpy bottoms you wore snug against you under the thin coverup.

you leaned in closer, hands behind you back as you flashed cloud a toothy grin. you watched as his wide eyes flickered down to your lips. he felt a small wave wash over him, his bare chest tensing at the gentle hand you put on it. crap, was he sweating?

your sweet smile didn’t help. his eyebrows furrowed, he knew what you were doing. you knew what you were doing. but he didn’t pay much mind to that when your honeyed voice chimed, “i’ll wait for you under the umbrella, okay?”

“okay.” he gulped, watching your hips sway as you made your way back to your original spot, meeting up with aerith as she gawked over your outfit. mako tinted eyes followed you until you were a distant figure, watching as you twirled and giggled with aerith.

cloud’s breathing became shallow as he sighed— unsure if it was a breath of relief or frustration. his eyes trailed downwards when he noticed his trunks got tighter, letting out an exasperated groan as he rushed to the nearest bathroom, eager to rush back to you after he’s done.

only then did he turn around and become face to face with tifa, red eyes crinkled in a teasing manner while she looked at him. “cloud—!” she sang— and if cloud could die right now, he would. “where you headed off to?”

“just the restroom.”

“didn’t i see you go a few minutes ago?”

he internally facepalmed, eyes drifting off to the side with uncertainty. what could he say to that? besides the next words that embarrassingly tumbled out of his mouth, “just a—small bladder, i guess.”

as if the quizzical look on tifa’s face wasn’t enough proof that she didn’t believe him, dragging him by the wrist certainly was. cloud stifled a sigh as the polyester of his trunks rubbed against him a little too much with an extra far step over a sand hole. he averted his gaze as he saw you and aerith chatting it up under the umbrella, bare legs splayed out before you as you listened to the calls of the sea.

“wow, cloud! nice outfit!” aerith cheers, turning towards cloud with an extended finger as she giggled. he watched as you turned around, lowering your sunglasses a bit as you gave him a smug half-grin. gulping, he opened his mouth again hesitantly to try his best to excuse himself once more, his problem growing more and more obvious with how long he stared at your exposed skin.

but before he could get a word out, he heard a cheery, “hey, tifa! i heard marlene saying something about wanting us to bring her back some seashells—! wanna go look for some?” and before cloud knew it, tifa and aerith ran along to the shore, eyes immediately keen on any glimmering seashells that stood out against the sun— leaving cloud with you.

poor boy didn’t get a chance to even get a word in before you flashed him a small smile and held up a white and blue bottle. he couldn’t even focus on a word you said when your gloss was shining so well with the fluidity of your lips, their languid movements dragging his attention away from the sound of your voice before he felt another wave wash over him. whether that was the suns fault or yours wasn’t specified in his mind before he noticed you had stopped talking.

“huh?” he asked.

your eyebrows furrowed as your smile grew wider. “i asked if you could spot me with some sunscreen.”

once again, another mortifying moment for cloud and his trunks. his mouth gaped open and closed a small bit before he finally sighed and mumbled, “i really better go and s—“

“c’mon, you want your girlfriend to burn to death out here?”

your insistent words didn’t help his problem, your voice teasing as he focused on the way the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled off your tongue. he had no choice—except he actually did despite saying that he didn’t—but to take small steps towards the towel, ducking under the small umbrella and taking a seat behind you.

he was so aware of everything now with the hard-on in his trunks more embarrassing than ever. the sand beneath his feet and on the back of his thighs, the way your back glistened with the unwavering heat of the island shining down on you, the way he hesitantly grabbed the sunblock bottle from your soft hands.

he squirted some into his palm, the foreign feeling of a bare hand made his eyebrows furrow as he was so used to his own gloved ones. you hummed a small tune— one cloud had recalled was playing in the jukebox outside a drink stand nearby, while he rubbed his hands to get the lotion spread. if his face wasn’t red then, it definitely was when you let out a small sigh at the feeling of the cold sensation on your back.

despite being as awkward as he was, cloud’s deft hands massaged the sunscreen into your skin surprisingly comfortably. he let out a small curse under his breath as he grimaced when you slightly turned your head and questioned his whispers, “what was that?”

“nothin’.”

he was pretty sure you could see somewhat of his face right now, eyes scrunching as he felt himself twitch in his trunks while the tips of his ears grew red. if he was lucky enough— and coherent enough— he’d blame it on the sun. and it definitely didn’t help that you kept trying to make conversation with him.

“don’t you think it’s so beautiful out today, cloud?” you smiled. the breath of fresh air was unlike anything the two of you had experienced— you could inhale freely without choking on ash or dirt or debris from the recklessness of shinra. and he had to admit, it was a nicer change of pace stopping by costa del sol.

“everything’s just so gorgeous out here—“

“can you please stop talking?”

you turned your head once more, and cloud sighed in embarrassment. he didn’t mean for it to come out that way, honest. but he can’t focus on your words when you’re in front of him with that stupid swimsuit, distracting him as he tries not to shift his lower body to much. and of course, it took a beat of silence before your voice came out low, “have i offended you?”

“are you serious right now? you’re having me pour sunblock on you while you’re pressed up against me.”

it was only then when you let out a small laugh that he realized what you were doing. you did all of this on purpose— you sat here with aerith for a solid five minutes while he bumped into tifa, you could’ve had her spot you. but no, cloud just had to be the one to do it. he had noticed that you shifted back a little bit, which he thought was just so he didn’t have to reach so far but now that your lower back was pressed against him, he realized that you understood his problem a long time ago.

“oh well, sorry about that.” you teased, reaching behind you to remove cloud’s hands while you turned around to face him. you took off your sunglasses and grinned at him, taking in his flustered appearance. the bulge in his trunks failed to go unnoticed as your eyes flickered down once or twice.

“hey, cloud?” he looked back up at you, tearing his eyes away from the very interesting flecks of gold in the sand.

your smile never left your face. a deep contrast to your sweet demeanor was the innuendo that left your lips afterwards, “didn’t you have to go to bathroom earlier?”

[viintageslut]

hii! i hope my request isnt too bad its my first time doing this but😭 id love to read a oneshot of sevika's reaction to reader coming home after getting into a fight outside! (if ur comfortable w it ofc🙂‍↕️)

BIG SMOOCH💛!!

all she wants to do is protect her partner 😔

She’s fucking mortified.

For the first time in… however long — you weren’t there when she got off of work, which alarmed her, but she was sure you went to the markets or something with a reasonable explanation.

But to watch you stumble in, a bloody nose that seemed to be broken accompanied by a plethora of plum coloured bruises scattered along the plane of your skin?

Mortified.

Her stormy eyes widen as she watches you limp into your shared condo, her chapped lips parting as she really processed the sight. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her run so fast in your life, even when enforcers were on her tail. Her cigar now lay face down in the pottery ash-tray Jinx had made for her as her calloused fingers traced over your face, your perfect, sweet face. You winced, hissing through your teeth as her thumb dragged along a sensitive spot on your jaw.

"Hi." You grumbled, cracking a weak smile. She didn’t laugh though, not the way she usually laughs at your ironic quotes — instead she snarls, the woman tilts your jaw to the side and lets her grip tighten just the tiniest bit.

"Who the fuck did this?" The crease between her eyebrows was apparent, and the clench of her jaw was undeniable. She was angry. Only, you simply shook your head — wrapping your hands around her wrists and humming. "’S okay honey, I took care of ‘em. You always underestimate me, you know that?" You tease, reaching out to smooth the ‘V’ shaped indent between her thick eyebrows.

She softens under your touch, of course she does, exhaling the breath she didn’t even know she was holding. She didn’t know why she underestimated you suddenly, she knew of your strength — it’s what keeps people alive down here. But a primal part of her wanted to pop whoever did its head like a pimple. She couldn’t fathom it.

"Jesus, honey. Come into the light- lemme see the damage." She pulled you into the kitchen, where a warmly lit overhead light was illuminating an otherwise dark room. She could see the extent of it now, nothing too bad, but some ice definitely didn’t hurt.

"I just don’t understand why anyone would ever wanna hurt you." You quirked a brow, cocking your head and watching her reach into the freezer to grab an ice pack. "The person I am to you is different than the person I am to other people, y’know that… right?" She raised her eyebrows, the nodded — the sheer logic of your statement was enough for her not to debate. She gently backed you up so your thighs met the counter, her muscles flexed as she hoisted you on to it — careful not to irritate any of your injuries. The sudden motion made you gasp, then giggle. "You gotta warn me before you do that."

She just huffed, shaking her head and cracking a grin before toying with the hem of your shirt. You nodded down at her, allowing her to lift it up just enough to reveal your torso. Your rib cage was bruised purple, a perfect match to the hue of the marks along your jaw. Instead of you wincing, she did. She hated seeing you in pain, it made her wanna lock you in the house and never let you out again. The sudden sensation of the cold ice against your warm skin made you whimper a little, grasping onto your girlfriend’s bicep to express your pain in a little less vocal way.

"Shh, shh baby. Just calm down, yeah? ‘M right here." She gently peeled your hand off of her toned bicep, placing it on the ice so you could hold it yourself. "That feel okay?" She questioned, her hand coming up to cup your face in an attempt to comfort you. The pain eased into relief, and with an exhale, you nodded. She smiled in return.

"Good. D’you wanna go to bed or just cuddle on the couch? I’ll make us something to eat, soup maybe?" Sevika wasn’t the best cook, but she could brew a mean soup, and you couldn’t turn down the offer. "Yeah, soup sounds nice. And- I guess the bed, I gotta change too." You frowned, gesturing to your blood stained tank top. Without another word, she scooped you up without warning yet again — causing you to gasp even louder than last time. She carried you bridal style to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed with such care, it made you weak, and that was not your injuries talking.

everything i used to describe reader was intentional. you are so beautiful and i love u.

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

König x Reader (Happy 100 followers!)

Title: Five roses, a teddy bear, and a cat.

Synopsis: Back from deployment and six months of not seeing you, König is nervous to see you again

Warnings: calling König "Kilgore" (which I guess could be his real name? I looked on his wiki and it said he was called that in one of the games) and SO much anxiety on his end

AN: THIS MAN IS A WRECK 😭 😭 😭

His grip was crushing the stems of the roses in hand, he stopped by the local supermarket to buy you them and a teddy bear. He doesn't even know if Schatzi, your pale orange tabby cat, will remember him, and the thought alone made him *terrified.*

He looks down at the roses and the teddy bear, tears welling in his eyes. Then he looks back up at your door, biting his chapped lip.

He closes his eyes and knocks, the teddy bear shifting from his hand to under his arm.

"Hello?" Your pretty little voice calls, opening the door in about five seconds. His breath hitches when he hears you, his eyes opening and widening and his heart sinking to his stomach.

Then the door opens and he holds the roses out, reaching to grab the teddy bear.

"Hi..." He mumbles out, looking down at his clunking feet. Then he can't see his feet because you've grabbed him, tears in your eyes as you hug him tightly.

"Come in... Please.." you mutter, pulling on König, urging him, the gifts he bought you not even registering in your mind.

"Okay," he breathes out, letting you lead him in the house.

By now Schatzi is meowing like mad, confused by why you're crying and holding König so tightly. Then, she pads over to König and rubs against his legs.

He lets out this gasplike sound, shuddering out, "You- you still love me?"

You look up at him with sheer *horror* in your eyes, I mean, how could you *not?*

"Kilgore.." you mutter, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek. He drops to his knees, an absolute wreck of himself.

You cup his cheeks, holding him there, your eyes so soft, inviting. His brain swirls and curls, tears that had been pent up for half the year finally escaping like a dam had been broken.

You bend over, arms wrapping around his neck and hugging him in that embrace he's been craving. He buries his face in your neck, dropping those roses, the petals falling, the teddy bear now being batted by Schatzi. You kneel, hugging onto the poor man as he sobs, large hands going to grab your waist and hold your body against his. He clutches onto you like a lifeline, like a boy holding his favourite toy, using you as his only source of comfort.

It takes him... A while to calm down. Once Schatzi comes and runs against him, then tries to climb his back, you both laugh so hard that his sadness and relief all mould into this... Joy.

He hands you the flowers, now wilted, "For you.." he mumbles out, your brutish Austrian, one that speaks maybe five words a day. Then he hands you the teddy bear, though Schatzi seems more upset that her new toy has been taken than anything.

You laugh, grinning, "Thank you, Kilgore. They're lovely, I'll go put them in water," you say and stand up, taking the roses and teddy bear, kissing his forehead, and walking away.

And god, does that man fall in love again.

[st4rwritez]

can you please write morgan smut 🙏🙏

(Yess tysm for the requestt! I have had some ideas for this.) !! posting a request a day as i am entering finals week soon 😭😭 (pray for me last one) !!

A Hint of Jealousy

Morgan cheli x Reader

Summary: Morgan sees you model with another guy closely on your instagram and ends up jealous, taking it out on you in a way you have never seen her do before.

Summary: Smut w/ plot! Scroll if you don’t like that!

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

Morgan had been your girlfriend for a year now and she was always the baby in the relationship, wether that meant she never got mad or never topped you .

You were out for the day at a photoshoot meaning you wouldn’t see morgan today, obviously it was disappointing but it was normal with your busy schedule as a model.

You got to the site you were shooting at and got dressed into a tan bikini with wavy stripes of sheer fabric covering most of your body.

The photoshoot was for an Italian fashion brand who were launching a new bikini and mens swim trunks line, so obviously your shoot partner was a male.

Although this irked you knowing you had a girlfriend back home, your agents worked hard to land you this photoshoot and rejecting it now would be “disastrous” as your agent has said before.

Before you knew it the shoot had started and you met the guy you were working with. He was the usual dark haired blue eyed muscular dude with a big ego that usually had some form of misogynistic beliefs even if he said he didn’t in front of media

Nonetheless you found your self sitting on a long stool with him for the look as if you were laying in water due to the backdrop. Bodies pressed together and faces serious as they could be in that moment.

The Camera flashed a few times before you ended up getting one by yourself (a relief) And watched as the other model had his 5 minutes of fame.

You got undressed and went onto the next area of the shoot where you wouldn’t have a partner anymore. Just single shots for the rest of the photoshoot.

At the end of the photoshoot you got dressed into your clothes and started your drive home.

While stopped at a light you saw the post from your agent of the photoshoot you did today posted 10 minutes ago and found a text from morgan from 5 minutes ago saying “Come to my room right after your shoot.”

It was a strange message to get from morgan considering she never texted like that. It was always sweet texts lined with hearts and loving words.

Worried, You put your phone down before the light turned green and made a turn at the green light to get to Morgans dorm.

You got there taking only your phone with you, putting it in the pocket of your sweatpants.

Walking into her hallway you reached her door taking out the spare key she had gave you at the beginning of the year when you first started dating.

“Morgan can i come in?” You asked knocking before unlocking the door.

Morgan opened it before you could and as you stepped in she grabbed you by your waist pulling you into her lightly.

“Morgan speak. Whats wrong baby. ” You said watching her close the door before she returned back to you laying a harsh kiss on your neck

The sleeves of her sweatshirt rubbing against your waist as she said “Where was my warning about that guy at the photoshoot today”

Thats when it hit you, She followed your agent on instagram and probably saw her post.

Before you could speak she had her arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a kiss stroking at your sides.

You let out a slight moan, Never in a million years would you think morgan would react in this way. And even if she was overreacting you couldn’t lie that you liked this side of her.

“He doesn’t get to touch you like this right?” She said trailing her hand around the waist band of your pants.

She carried you over to her creme colored couch placing a kiss on your temple before she let you down and went to take your sweat pants off.

“Are you okay with this baby?” she said

“Yes” you said nodding quickly.

Without a second to waist she swiftly pulled your sweat pants off discarding them somewhere before she started lightly rubbing over your clit through your underwear.

You let out a moan letting your head fall back as she turned you sideways on the couch so you could lay.

She pulled your underwear slightly to the side, sliding her fingers under the fabric as she teased your entrance making your legs jitter and your eyes roll back slightly.

“You like that?” She said looking up at you.

You shook your head yes “words baby, I bet he could never make you feel like this” She said as she roughly pushed two fingers into your entrance

A loud moan escaped your mouth before you managed to get out “no…never”

She fastened her speed pumping in and out of you as she hovered above you laying sloppy kisses on your face.

You felt your self coming close closing your eyes as your legs began to shake.

“No look at me baby or ill stop” she said as you pried your eyes open looking straight at her

“Im gonna come morgan.. please” you let out in a moan.

“Ok come for me sweetheart” she said working her fingers roughly in and out of you before you climaxed onto her fingers.

Morgan removed her fingers before going to wipe up her hands and bring a towel back to clean you

You took the towel cleaning yourself and putting your sweatpants back on before she tackled you into a hug cuddling you on the couch.

“You did so good baby I’m sorry for getting jealous” she said in a soft voice returning back to the soft morgan.

“Its okay morgie i enjoyed that” you said as she stroked your hair

“You’re mine you know that right?” She said looking at you

“Forever and always.” You said placing a kiss on her forehead.

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 16 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: hello loves!! I can’t believe we’ve already come to the end of this series😭 thank you guys so so much for all the love you’ve sent my work and efforts!! Love y’all so much, enjoy reading- and stay tuned for my future fics 🤍🩷

W/C: 4.025

part fifteen

I sigh for the millionth time today, leaning back against the backrest of my chair. I rub my wrists, massaging my fingers and knuckles, groaning in relief when I hear some of them pop.

There were only a handful of matches left in the league, along with the Champions League final. The entire PR and marketing department had been working overtime for a couple days now, wanting to end the season on a high note.

I was so tired and stressed out, internally debating whether to call in sick tomorrow, but there was no way the team could finish all of this without my help.

Since my role in the department has gotten much more important this season, I needed to attend more meetings and calls with a lot of different people.

Never in my life, had I exercised my social skills this much, and it was only a matter of time before my social battery ran so low that I couldn't take interacting with people anymore, without looking like a total jerk.

Though, the generous paycheck that dropped into my back account every month, motivated me to work harder, well, sometimes..

I shift from my position, grabbing a single pen from its holder. Looking back up to my laptop to write down some refreshing and creative questions for the upcoming, very important and widely viewed interviews.

Winning both the national league and the Champions League in the exact same season would be absolutely insane to witness.

I had experienced the feeling in my first season working at the club. After almost three years of getting to know the team and the players who had come and gone, this year would feel even more special.

I had grown closer to the club, not just as an employee but as a supporter as well. I had multiple personal and dear connections with the club.

My father had just renewed his contract with the club. A topic that everyone working for respective companies joked about was the possibility of the agreement not being renewed.

After all these years, both companies had become synonymous with each other.

I had also gotten closer to my colleagues, much closer than I would've ever imagined. Starting this job as an eighteen-year-old, I was incredibly intimidated by the sheer size of the operations behind the scenes.

Of course, juggling both working here and studying for my law degree was hard at first. Work in the morning had switched to the evening when attending the matches.

Study breaks consisting of trying to figure out what interview questions were rubbish and needed to be scrapped, and packing my little suitcase for another trip, only to overpack again.

Thankfully, I had gotten all of my results back from this school year, and I was absolutely over the moon knowing I'd be going for my next year of my degree after summer break.

All my hard work had finally paid off when I saw my grades, and I had celebrated it that night- with working…

The biggest change in my life?

That was the fact that I had actually found love.

Going from hating each other to loving each other was a weird feeling. Even so, Jude and I had been together for almost six months now, and honestly speaking; I had never felt so loved by anyone in the entire world before.

We supported each other wholeheartedly, and it was definitely easier to do than other couples.

Mostly, because we worked together.

Living together for the first few weeks of our relationship, definitely sped up the process of actually getting to know each other. It bonded us faster than I would’ve ever expected.

Looking back, it's difficult to even imagine a world where Jude never moved into my place..

Jude had moved out of my house in the middle of March. He had changed houses following everything that had happened the last few months.

The new house is quite far away from the old, temporary house he lived in, that got broken into. The home was spacious and modern, just like I'd expected before visiting for the first time.

My father and his partners at his firm, had finally built up a proper case to take the intruder to court. I didn't know the specifics because, for some reason I wasn’t allowed to, by both my own father and Jude.

I already knew that the man who had caused so much chaos wasn't getting off the hook easily, and that was enough for me. Knowing any more details about the situation, would probably cause me more stress and anxiety, so I had just learnt to let it go.

I couldn't even lie, lately I had spent more time at Jude’s place than my own. There was something so comforting about it, maybe it was how inviting and cozy it felt.

His friends from England and Germany would always be over, for the simplest of reasons.

Playing games, both board and video ones, watching new movies in the unnecessary, huge cinema room. It created a very fun and friendly atmosphere and made me feel more comfortable than ever.

Jude’s parent’s presence, especially his mother’s- was very much appreciated. I loved chatting to her, from the most mundane things, to the things that I was worried about.

Just like the other women in my life, she gave me guidance and encouragement to keep on going and be even better at anything I wanted to accomplish.

Obviously, there was no way we could keep on hiding our relationship from certain teammates Jude was very close with. We'd decided to be open with them, because keeping a 'secret' from them wouldn't exactly give us peace of mind in the long run.

Scratching what I've written down so far, I drop my pen onto the desk. Glancing up at the clock to check the time, and gasping softly when I remember I have a meeting that starts in a minute.

I quickly grab the necessary paperwork, and dash out of the office. Into the meeting room, already full of my coworkers, sat waiting only for me..

"Okay, I'm really confused. Do I have something on my face? Like sauce from lunch or something?" The puzzled y/n asks, turning around in her office chair, only to glance at the busy Lina.

"Uh.." The older woman begins, looking up from her monitor and shaking her head.

"Nope, no sauce. Why?" Lina takes her hand off the computer mouse, sighing before leaning back.

"Everyone has been looking at me, like since- this morning.." y/n rolls her chair forward, holding out her foot, to stop herself from violently slamming into Lina's desk.

"You think? I thought it was because your dress looked cute.."

Lina smirks at her own words, her hand reaching over to grab her purple water bottle, swiftly taking the top off and chugging a couple gulps.

y/n scoffs, glancing down at the dress she's wearing. Yes, of course the dress is cute, that's why she wore it today. But the stares she got were definitely not in appreciation of the cream-colored dress.

"Are you serious? I don't think-"

She's cut off by a loud knock. Both women break eye contact, looking up at the glass doors where someone is standing in front of.

"Jude?" y/n perks up, standing up from her chair and making a beeline towards him. Ignoring the unnecessarily loud and teasing whistle leaving Lina's mouth.

Stepping outside, she furrows her brows, looking around for anyone who could eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Follow me.." Jude can only say, immediately starting to walk down the stairs without sparing another second.

"What are you-" She trails off, sighing in defeat, before following him down, into one of the empty meditation rooms.

She looks at Jude as he locks the door behind them, his hand immediately reaching to wrap around her waist. He pulls her closer than ever, planting a kiss on her lips.

"Something wrong?" She asks, picking up on his stressed out demeanor. Pulling back, she scans his face once again.

"I have to show you something, but don't freak out, yeah? I called your dad already, and he said he'll see what he can do.."

This only sends her into a panic, his warning going over her head as she watches him pull his phone out of his pocket. Arms flexing underneath his training jacket as he moves.

She looks at him with a confused frown on her face, her eyes almost popping out of her head when Jude shows what was so important.

Grabbing the phone out of his hand without thinking, she brings the device closer to her face. A small noise of annoyance leaving her mouth.

It's all photos of the couple, outside during various times they had been on dates for the past- six months.

"This one's from Valencia, and this one's from that night in Mallorca?!" y/n exclaims, hands shaking as she tries to scroll through the other photos. All off guard pictures of them, taken while they were out together, after matches, and even on dates in Madrid.

Noticing how distressed the photos make his girlfriend, Jude grabs his phone out of her hand. Setting it down on the table next to him, he grabs onto her shoulders, making her look up at him.

"It's okay, we prepared for this, remember? I won't let my team put out a statement, apart from legal action. Your dad's handling it with my team, okay?" He brings her frazzled form into a reassuring hug, planting kisses on her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

Of course, just like her boyfriend explains- they knew their relationship couldn't be kept secret for much longer. Jude, being the high profile football player he is, couldn't exactly keep people from prying into his private life.

She knew that the media had caught a whiff of her, even back when they despised each other. The night at Wembley Stadium months ago, had caused a little commotion back then.

The gossip pages and newspapers loved a story containing love, a successful and beloved young man, and not to forget- her having actual connections to the club in both work, and her father's partnership with the club.

To the couple, when they entered the training center or the stadium, they would work at that particular day- it was about work and work only.

When they clocked in, they prioritized working. It would've obviously been very difficult for them to keep their relationship on the low- if they glanced at each other every damn second, while in the same room.

During working hours, they'd greet each other like their other colleagues, acting like they didn't make out the night before in his room.

Unavoidably, the players who knew about them dating, would try their best to sneak little jokes and teases in. The couple would successfully brush off the comments.

Practicing all these months made the perfect facade, but sometimes the jokes were too good not to chuckle, at least very discreetly.

"Okay, I trust you.." She mutters, pressing her face into her chest, a soft hum leaving her mouth. Thoughts and worries swirling through her mind.

"Baby! I'm ready!" I shout, almost falling flat on my face while pulling on my new heels.

These red bottoms were absolute hell to wear, especially since I had just gotten them as a gift, from Jude.

It would take some time before I could break them in, but with how stunning they looked paired with this dress, it was worth the pain, at least tonight.

To celebrate winning the league, Jude and I were finally going on a date. It had been a while since we had been on a proper date night, mostly due to how busy we both have been lately.

Jude with training and I with preparing everything, from interviews to social media posts, and even some press releases that needed to be out before the Champions League final that was in a couple days.

"I'm here.." I walk out of his bedroom, chuckling at the sheer amount of my clothes stuffed in his closet.

We had been staying over at each other's place on and off, but looking at both our closets, you'd think we'd been living together again.

Considering how important the past few weeks had been, Jude had been training a lot. I was especially worried about him and his health, mainly thinking of his shoulder injury.

His doctor and the team's physiotherapist had reassured me personally, but still, I could help but wince every time he touched his shoulder and grunted. Or seeing the multiple, pain-stopping injections, he had to take to play a full ninety minutes.

"You look handsome.." I mutter when reaching the front door, pressing a kiss onto his plump lips, my hands reaching to fix the collar of his button down. My lipgloss leaving a sheen of glitter on his lips, it making me chuckle as he gave me a dumbfounded look.

We’re fairly young, and early in our relationship, we realized that fancy dates weren't really our thing. But tonight was one of the few occasions we'd go all out, and dress up very nicely.

"You look absolutely stunning, love.." He smiles, his hand circling around my waist and down my back, fingers digging into the fabric of my dress.

"Thank you, baby.." I hum, giving him a small wink. A loud chuckle leaves my lips as he attempts to wink back, though, just like every time, it looks like he's got something in his eyes, instead of being cheeky.

"What's so funny, hm?" Jude questions, hands trailing down to grip at my bum, squeezing slightly.

"Mhm, nothing.." I say, reaching up to fix his hair a little. "Should we leave? It's getting late.."

He agrees instantly, and I wrap my arm around his as we walk out of his house. The sun hadn't set yet, mostly because summer was coming soon, and I couldn't wait to enjoy the weather this year, yet again.

"Wait- I didn't grab my keys.." I gasp, eyes going wide as I watch him pull the door shut.

"Oh, you're definitely not driving missy, especially not in those heels.." Jude says, giving me a cheeky smile, and I can immediately sense that he is hiding something.

"You got your license?!" I beam, eyes glistening in happiness. Though, my excitement is cut short when he shakes his head, an embarrassed look on his face.

"No, I did not get my license.."

"Oh.." I say, the corners of my mouth twitching as I hold back a menacing laugh.

"So, you'll be my passenger prince forever?" I bring my hand up to grab onto his bicep, squeezing the muscles as my body leans against his.

"Will you ever stop saying that?" I watch his lips move, eyes glimmering when his lips pull into a slight pout.

"When you get your license, sir. I'll stop calling you my passenger prince..."

"I'm sure you would like a break from it then.." Jude says, his expression changing to a smug one within a split-second, and I follow his lead without thinking.

My uncomfortable heels click against the concrete as Jude leads me outside the gates of the house, a sleek black Rolls Royce parked right in front of the driveway.

"You got a driver for tonight?" I ask, eyes fixated on the, admittedly sexy car.

"Going all out for my lovey tonight. I've got to spoil my girl, always.."

I grin at his sweet words, warmth reaching my face, and I suddenly feel shyness creeping up on me. I shift my gaze for a second, avoiding eye contact with him and staring at the concrete.

"Aw, is my pretty girl shy now? You weren't like this a moment ago, huh?" A soft noise of protest leaves my mouth at the loving words. My breath hitching as he presses a kiss on my neck, right against my jugular.

"Come on, love. We'll be very late to our reservation if I keep you here longer.." Jude gives me a charming smile, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me towards the car, making me forget whatever my thoughts were before he'd made my heart flutter.

"I'm sweating literal buckets. I can't even breathe properly right now.." My eyes immediately shift to Luis, my right eye twitching, just like it has been on and off this entire day. The stress and anxiety of this all had been building up in us both, causing actual physical symptoms to show.

"Ask me about it, I went peeing two times already, and we're just seventy minutes into this match.." I say, wiping my sweaty hands down my black jeans. The laptop and phone on my lap shaking, as I bounce my knee up and down in anticipation.

My heart also leaped in my throat every time Jude got fouled. Checking the stats confirmed my suspicion, he currently is the most fouled player on the pitch.

I obviously knew it was a part of the game, but considering his injury- I couldn't help but be worried.

"Fuck, I swear if we score, I'm going to lose my shit." Luis says, running a hand through his curly hair, and I can almost feel the nerves radiating off of him.

Well, all 90.000 people in Wembley Stadium feel the exact same way right now. From supporters to chairmen of both respective clubs, sitting on the edge of their seats as we all watched the Champions League final between Real Madrid and Borussia Dortmund unfold, live in front of our own two eyes.

My breath hitches in my throat as we're given a corner. The grip on my phone getting tighter as Luis glances at me.

"Okay, we got this, Toni's so experienced-"

"Shut up, I'm trying to focus.." I exclaim, grabbing onto Luis' shoulder to calm him down.

"You can't exactly focus with 90,000 people screaming.." He replies, glancing at me.

I open my mouth to speak, but decide to spare my breath, and stop breathing in anticipation.

Right, at that moment, Toni kicks the ball from the corner flag, it flies upwards as we watch both our players and Dortmund players scramble in front of the goal.

Finally, Dani jumps up and GOALLLL!!

The entire Madridista side jumps up in celebration, my devices almost slipping out of my hand and onto the floor as we jump up to cheer as loud as we can.

"I'm going to kiss Dani's forehead after this!" Luis screams, making me choke on my laughter. I hurry up and return my attention back to my devices, as happy as we were, we still had our job to do and execute.

I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm down, before we both go back to doing our jobs.

Our wishes and prayers for a second goal aren't that far away, time-wise. Dortmund player Maatsen tries passing the ball, due to a wrong estimation, Jude gets the ball instead, shooting to Vini.

He goes on to score the second banger of the night. The stadium erupts in both cheers of happiness and screams of protest.

It's even louder than after the first goal, and we know it's only a matter of five minutes before our boys secure the victory over this season's Champions League..

y/n fixes her shirt for the nth time, trying to fidget with something before she loses her mind. Standing in the tunnel, she glances at Luis. Both of their eyes glimmering, as they wait for the families of the players to enter the pitch to celebrate the win.

They were insanely busy with handling their work, channelling their emotions into doing their job, to make sure it's all taken care of before they were done for the night. The automated system, consisting of already edited work, would take care of the rest from now on...

"Dude, what just happened?.." Luis whispers, glancing at the equally mesmerized girl next to him.

"We won!" She squeals, letting her excitement and happiness show as she hugs Luis. "Fuck, I don't even know what I would do if we lost. I'd actually be having a breakdown right now.."

Luis hugs her back, patting her head affectionately.

"You've worked very hard, y/n. Thank you for being my best friend and best colleague.." He says, giving her a brotherly smile.

"Thank you too, older brother.." She laughs, voice slightly teasing, as she pats his shoulder.

"Oh, I think we can join the celebrations.." He says, pointing to the families they’ve gotten very close with over the years.

The familiar faces joining their loved one on the pitch to celebrate this huge milestone in their careers.

"Come on.." Luis says, dragging her along and onto the pitch.

She looks around, a permanent smile plastered on her face as she's overwhelmed by the emotions running through her body.

"Dani!" Luis shouts, and y/n watches him run up to the goal scorer, just like his promise- Luis plants a fat kiss on the athlete's head.

y/n laughs loudly at the interaction, making eye contact with Dani’s wife, and laughing even harder at her confused expression.

She shakes her head at her best friend’s antics. Realizing she's alone now, she freezes. Cameras were absolutely everywhere at the moment, and she was absolutely sure at least one was pointed towards her.

The weeks following the photos of their dates being leaked were quite turbulent, with a lot of support, but also criticism- it was very difficult to ignore the reactions.

She wasn't anywhere close to wanting to be a public figure of some sort, so the attention was putting a lot of pressure on her.

But loving a star athlete, like Jude meant having to sacrifice some part of her privacy. If it meant she could run up to him now, and kiss his face a couple of times.

Then screw privacy, she'd throw that all away to get to him right now.

Her eyes darting to the rest of the enormous pitch again, frowning when she can't find the boy she's so desperately looking for.

Finally, after squinting a whole lot, and definitely causing damage to her eye muscles, she finally makes eye contact with the equally lost looking Jude.

He's standing in between both his parents, arms around them as he looks around wearily.

Jude's eyes immediately light up in relief when he spots y/n, mumbling something to his smiley parents before he makes a run for it.

Within seconds, he's by his girlfriend's side, and she jumps up to wrap her legs around his waist in greeting. He pulls her flush against him in a tight embrace. y/n cups his jaw tenderly to place multiple kisses on his face.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, baby.." She breathes out, cut off as he presses his lips onto hers, exhilarating kiss that makes them forget other people are around, and especially the hundreds of cameras and phones filming the pitch.

He catches her lips, plump lips sucking onto her bottom lip before they're forced to pull back for air. They pant, faces warm, and cheeks hurting from how much they'd smiled within the past couple minutes.

"I'm proud of you too, baby. Come on, you're my family too. Forget about work and the cameras here for me, yeah?”

She plants her shoes back onto the grass when he lowers back on the floor. She looks down as he grabs onto her hand. Playing with her fingers as he makes eye contact with her.

Reaching up, she swipes at a piece of grass stuck on his temple, probably from being fouled earlier, she chuckles at the sight, biting her lip.

“Come on, then. Your parents are waiting..” She says, turning and dragging him along the pitch. Skipping towards his awaiting, happy parents. Who look at them with an infinite amount of joy and proudness in their eyes.

“He’s a winner! Jude’s our winner!!”

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request Gambit with a girlfriend who has chronic illness and tends to faint when she overworks herself? Would love some representation today ✌🏻😭💗

Prom Night Pressure

The gymnasium at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was slowly transforming into a magical prom venue under your watchful eye. You had been working tirelessly for weeks, determined to give the students an unforgettable night. Every detail mattered—from the color of the tablecloths to the playlist for the DJ—and you had taken it upon yourself to ensure everything was perfect.

But as the days wore on, the pressure began to mount. You barely slept, surviving on caffeine and sheer determination. The students were counting on you, and you couldn’t let them down.

Remy had been keeping an eye on you from a distance. He admired your dedication but was increasingly worried about how much you were pushing yourself. He’d tried to offer his help several times, but you always brushed him off with a tired smile, insisting you could handle it.

"Chère, you need to take a break," Remy had said just the night before, his voice laced with concern. "Ain’t no prom worth killin’ yourself over."

You had waved him off, laughing lightly. "I’m fine, Remy. I’ve got this."

But now, standing in the gym with the final touches still needing attention, your body was beginning to disagree. The edges of your vision blurred as you tried to focus on the checklist in your hand. You blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the dizziness.

Remy had just walked in, carrying a box of decorations, when he noticed you swaying on your feet. He set the box down quickly, his crimson eyes narrowing in concern as he approached you.

"Y/N, you alright?" His voice was a little sharper now, cutting through the haze that had settled over you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words never came. The checklist slipped from your fingers as your knees buckled, the world going dark around you.

Before you could hit the ground, strong arms caught you. Remy’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled you close, his worry turning into full-blown fear.

"Chère!" he called out, gently patting your cheek, trying to rouse you. "Come on, wake up."

Your eyelids fluttered, and after a moment that felt like an eternity to him, you slowly regained consciousness. You found yourself cradled in Remy’s arms, his face hovering above yours, a mix of relief and worry etched into his features.

"Remy?" you mumbled, still disoriented.

"Yeah, it’s me," he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "You fainted, chère. Been workin’ too hard."

You groaned, the realization of what had happened sinking in. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…"

"Hush now," Remy interrupted, his tone gentle but firm. "Ain’t nothin’ to apologize for. You’ve been burnin’ the candle at both ends, and your body just couldn’t keep up."

He helped you sit up slowly, keeping a steadying hand on your back. You leaned into him, still feeling a bit weak, but comforted by his presence.

"I just wanted everything to be perfect," you confessed quietly, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I didn’t want to let anyone down."

Remy’s heart ached seeing you like this. He cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. "You ain’t lettin’ no one down, Y/N. You’ve done more than enough. Now it’s time to let someone else take the reins for a bit, yeah?"

You nodded, too exhausted to argue. Remy gave you a small, encouraging smile before standing up and lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

"Let’s get you somewhere you can rest," he said, his voice soft. "And don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. I’ll make sure the prom goes off without a hitch."

As he carried you out of the gym, you finally allowed yourself to relax. You rested your head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming you.

Remy took you to one of the quiet rooms in the mansion, laying you down gently on the couch. He draped a blanket over you, tucking it in around your shoulders.

"Remy," you murmured, reaching out to take his hand before he could step away. "Thank you."

He squeezed your hand in return, his expression softening. "Anytime, chère. Now get some sleep, alright? I’ll be right here if you need me."

With his comforting presence by your side, you finally allowed your eyes to close, letting the exhaustion take over. As you drifted off, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for Remy—for being there when you needed him most, and for reminding you that you didn’t have to do everything on your own.

And as Remy watched over you, he made a silent promise to himself: He would make sure that the prom was everything you wanted it to be, so that when you woke up, you’d see just how much everyone appreciated all your hard work.

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: Augh I loved writing this so much help- I think the new Damsel movie affected me too much 😭 Biggest thanks to @cashmoneyyysstuff for beta reading this she’s a QUEEN Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Light cursing, reader is the daughter of Aizawa, Shinso and Eri are biological siblings, Shinso is a year younger than reader, reader is 20 years old, f!reader, reader's mother is dead, medieval fantasy setting, reader's childhood friend is Kirishima, but you're also close friends with Deku and Ururaka, mentions of perverted actions (not done by a name character though, reader's nickname is Cactus, slight spoilers of the actual show/manga, reader is shorter than Kirishima and Shinso, some mentions of IzuOcha.

Pairing(s): Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: A Pot of Stew

Ssssss.... 

The crackle of the fireplace is all you really hear as you flit around through your home, grabbing the big stew pot from the wooden cabinet. The house was quiet, which was surprising, considering you lived with three other people.  

Your father was out with his friend, hoping to catch some fish before the harsh winter would freeze over the lakes. You had sent your brother out earlier to fetch some tomatoes from the market, as the small garden you maintained only produced lettuce, potatoes, onions, and strawberries when they were in season. Hopefully the tomatoes your brother brought back could have seeds that you could save to plant in the spring.  

Your sister was most likely out at Chiyo’s home, the old woman ran the local apothecary was sweet enough to allow the small girl to aid her in crushing herbs and spices to create the medicines that lined her shelves.  

Walking outside, you grab the big bucket by the door, making your way to the home of the Kirishimas, who had a well they let you use to fetch water.  

You mentally groan, knowing that carrying a bucket of water would be a bitch to carry back home. Hopefully you could bug your red-haired friend to aid you in carrying it home if he was around.  

He wasn’t there unfortunately, hooking the bucket to the rope before sending it down to collect water. Once if was full, you pulled the rope that you were holding onto with all your strength, allowing the pulley system to bear most of the weight. 

Deadpanning, you know most of the water that spills out will end on you, sighing in defeat with the resignation that complaining will get you nowhere. You had a family to feed.  

Rolling up the sleeves of your white blouse, you grab the bucket’s handle with both hands, almost dropping it from the sheer weight of it, lamenting the cold sting of the water against your skin as it seeps through your leggings.  

It was almost comical, the way your face was scrunched in concentration as you made your way home, watching your step from the occasional loose pebble so you wouldn’t trip. Your muscles ached, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle, considering how much worse you’d been through when it came to other tasks that required similar feats. It was another perk of being the oldest child, though you were only a year older than your brother, yet you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your family meant the world to you, and you would do everything in your power to protect them. 

Reaching the steps leading up to the door of your home, you set the bucket down finally, your arms practically singing in relief, only for you to pick it up again after turning the doorknob and closing the door shut with your boot-clad foot.  

Making your way to the stew pot that was currently sitting over the fire, you fill it with the water you fetched, letting it boil while you prepared the vegetables you needed.  

Busying yourself with chopping the ingredients you already had, you took the sprigs of cilantro you saved from a few days ago and sliced them so they were thin enough. As you worked your way through the small pile, the door opened to reveal a familiar tuft of purple hair.  

“Hey Toshi!” you call out, waving from the kitchen to signal your presence.  

Your brother takes notice, entering the room and setting the sack of tomatoes on the counter before making his way over to you, ruffling your hair in affection before raising an eyebrow.  

“How much stew are you making?” he asks suspiciously “The four of us aren’t going to be able to eat all of that in time before it tastes bad.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes. “You underestimate Eri’s appetite. Plus, Ejiro, Ochako and Izuku are coming over to join us. I’m making enough for each of our families.” 

Hitoshi chuckles in response, walking over to the makeshift pantry you made a few months ago, grabbing a loaf of bread. “Y/N, you would feed the entire village if you could. Actually, you could, but we wouldn’t let you.” he rolls his eyes playfully and you send him a halfhearted glare.  

“It’s called being nice, Mr. Hitoshi Aizawa, a concept foreign to your cold heart.” you say, placing the back of your hand on your forehead dramatically.  

He groans, taking the knife from you to slice the bread, while you move to take the tomatoes. “Ugh stop, you sound like Toshinori.” he gripes, punching your shoulder in annoyance. 

A giggle bursts out of your lips at that, abandoning the tomatoes you were washing in the basket to strike a pose, letting out an “I AM HERE!” in the best Toshinori Yagi impression you could.  

They used to call him All Might, a war hero who was known for bringing your home country countless victories, the wars he entered had casualty numbers so low that you wondered if he was blessed by the gods. Blessed in the past tense though, as after a critical injury in a recent war, he was deemed unable to fight and left the army with an honorable discharge, growing into the old man he was today, running a stand at the marketplace where he sold quality vegetables from his extensive garden. 

You must’ve looked ridiculous as you posed however, because your brother cackles, throwing his head back and smiling so wide his face must’ve hurt. You laugh too, happiness bubbling in your chest from seeing him so happy as well. You chuck an unwashed tomato at him, knowing he’d catch it, and reprimand him.  

“Okay now get back to work you rodent, we’re feeding a group of seven tonight.” you tease, sticking out your tongue and he tosses the tomato back to you, returning to slicing the bread.  

You both spent the next hour or so like that, trading banter and occasionally fighting, but managing to be productive as you finish cutting all your vegetables, throwing them into the stew pot, creating a lovely aroma that makes your stomach growl in hunger.  

You hear a knock at the door, Hitoshi opting to answer it. It was Chiyo, returning Eri home for the day, the girl in question had a bright smile on her face, and a few bottles of unknown liquids in her hands that were sure to join the others in the washroom’s medicine cabinet. 

“Toshi!!” she squeals, and you smile, hearing a small uff! escape the purplenette’s lips, knowing that Eri most likely hugged him around his legs, the only part of him she could really reach at the moment. Sometimes it was infuriating how much taller he was than you. 

Your brother thanks Chiyo, and the old lady leaves with the promise of fresh baked goods during her next visit. 

“Where’s Y/N??” Eri asks excitedly, and you want to snort at her random burst of hyperness.  

“M’over here banana.” you call from where you sat in front of the fireplace, and Eri trudges over with an annoyed look over her face.  

“I told you not to call me that!” she whines, huffing as she sits down next to you, trying to look into the pot to see what you were making.  

“Careful- it’s hot.” You warn, gently pushing her away. “Plus you love bananas!” 

Your little sister makes a face plopping down to lie on the floor with a grumpy expression. “I hate bananas.” she grumbles, stretching her limbs out to take up as much of the floor as she could. 

You quirk up an eyebrow “Are you sure? You sure look like one.” you say gathering her hair once she sits up and holding it high above her head to resemble the elongated shape of a banana fruit. 

She splutters, and you snort releasing her hair, so it falls straight into her face, and returning your attention to the stew, stirring it and taking the wooden spoon you had out, gathering some of the liquid before bringing it to your lips, tasting it briefly.  

“Toshi!” you call from where you sat. “Can you bring me some paprika?”  

You hear a Yeah whatever come from the hallway, and you return your attention back to your sulking sister.  

“Y’know for someone so nice, you’re really mean.” she pouts, and you smile in a half hearted apology, fixing her hair.  

“Eri, my job as your sister, as well as Toshi’s as your brother, is to be mean to you because we love you so much. If we were nice to you all the time, wouldn’t we be boring?” you ask. 

“Hmm... I guess. Is Izuku coming over today?” she asks, laying her head on your lap looking up at you with impossibly huge sparkling red puppy eyes.  

You laugh, flicking her nose lightly. Izuku was her favorite out of your friends, probably because he worked in the markets, for Toshinori no less, and he brought her apples every day. 

“Yes, Izuku’s coming over for dinner tonight, so go wash up and be on your best behavior.” you say warningly, and she nods, jumping up excitedly and rushing to your shared room.  

Hitoshi enters the living room at that moment, sprinkling the paprika into the stew until you told him to stop, stirring lightly before tasting and grinning in satisfaction.  

Handing him the spoon, Hitoshi has a taste of his own, his eyes lighting up as the flavors hit his tastebuds.  

“Damn.” is all he says, and you punch his leg, happy that he likes it, but scolding him for his language.  

“Eri’s in the other room idiot, go change and I’ll get dinner served before they get here.” you order, shooing him out and you grab a damp towel from the kitchen to carry the pot into the room, setting it on the countertop and placing aforementioned towel on top so it stays warm. Putting out the fire in the living room, you open a cabinet, grabbing a large plate and exactly seven bowls and spoons. Setting the dishes around the large wooden dining table, you spoon equal amounts of stew into each of the bowls, the aroma even stronger now, and you give Eri extra because you know she’ll ask you for more later. 

You brought out the wooden carved drinking cups that you had, a gift from your late mother, setting them around the table and filling them with some of the remaining water from the well. Putting the plate in the middle of the table, you set the bread Hitoshi cut from earlier along with some goat cheese gifted to you by Izuku the previous day.  

Wiping your hands on your apron, you sigh, about to call for your siblings before you hear a knock at the door, revealing a smiling Ejiro Kirishima.  

“Hey Eji!” you beam, wrapping your arms around your lifelong friend, who reciprocates the action and spins you around before setting you down, welcoming himself in- he'd been to your home so frequently certain mannerisms weren’t needed anymore.  

“Hey Cactus!” he smiles back, and you roll your eyes at the nickname.  

Ejiro insisted that your kindness was always a facade and that you were a fiery beast that even hell was afraid of in secret, and the redhead had given you the nickname once seeing you scold man around your age for trying to look up Ochako’s skirt. You insisted you weren’t usually like this, but the nickname stuck, a term of endearment used only by your closest friends.  

You smack his forearm, and roll your eyes, still smiling however, leading him to the dining room before calling out for your siblings.    

Eri bounds in, only to be swept up in Ejiro’s arms, giggling as he spins her around to simulate flight.  

He sets her down and she jumps up, “Again, again!” she chants.  

He groans, feigning pain. “But you’re so heavy!” He says, pretending to faint in your direction, and you roll your eyes and push him off, laughing. “I think you got bigger since the last time I saw you.” 

Eri giggles, putting her hands on her hips. “I saw you this morning silly! That was only...” she counts on her fingers. “47 hours ago!”  

You want to laugh, knowing that it was only about 13 hours since she last saw the red haired male, but Ejiro only groans even more.  

“Exactly! You grew so much from then! You might become even taller than your sister.” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.  

Eri giggles, and Hitoshi joins you three in the living room, stealing a piece of cheese from the table and popping it in his mouth.  

"I'm not short!" You grumble, crossing your arms. "You and Hitoshi are just stupidly tall."

You hear another knock on the door, leaving Ejiro and your siblings to their devices as you answer it. Opening the door, you’re met with Izuku, accompanied by Ochako, both giving you a hug as you let them in, exchanging their signature greetings.  

“Hey Cactus!” they both chirp in unison and you snort, ruffling Izuku’s hair and squeezing Ochako’s shoulder.  

“Hey you two!” you say, smiling knowingly. Ever since the two of them became a couple, they were practically joined at the hip.  

You make your way to the dining room, where Ejiro is seen with Eri on his shoulders, the latter playing with former’s hair while he talks to your brother.  

Eri’s eyes light up, practically launching herself off the poor red head- thankfully Izuku catches her, producing another apple from his satchel.  

You groan, knowing that if Eri ate too many she would grow to get sick of them, but you let her be, knowing that she was happy.  

You all sit down to eat, Shinso on one side of you and Eri on the other. Ejiro sat next to your brother and Izuku sat next to Eri with his girlfriend on his other side.  

Catching up with your friends, and eating the food you made, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the empty seat at the head of the table, where your father sat.  

He still hadn’t returned from his fishing trip.  

You knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself, yet you couldn’t help but worry. Your father, Shota Aizawa sustained a terrible injury in a war a few years ago, forcing him to amputate his own leg in order to prevent the toxins from a poison covered arrow from reaching his neural system. It was the same year your mother had died, leaving you, a grieving ten-year-old you to take care of your father as well as a nine-year-old Hitoshi and a newborn Eri. You were forced to grow up fast in those times, a dark patch for your family, yet it became a big part of who you were today.  

Which included your boundless paranoia, thinking the worst as the time ticked by, with no sight of your father.  

Hitoshi takes notice, sending you a worried glance, opening his mouth to say something before the door swings open. 

It was your father, relief flooding through you before you took in his haggard state. He looks tired, more tired than usual. Your father always looked tired, but never weary.  

His eyes scan the room, frantically looking around, before the settle on you.  

“I have bad news.” 

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[b1rds3ye]

hi!!! i LOVE the masked reader content 😭💞 my hyperfixated brain is thanking u deeply

can i request a masked (w LEDs bc i love it sm) reader who's saying "i cant believe you guys didnt notice my new haircut" or something similar, having a :( face on their mask and 141 is so confused like "we cant see your hair" "you have hair? kinda thought u were bald" stuff like that 😭 its a weird idea but im craving stupid platonic fluff like that

ty for the masked reader content love u sm for it

Hehehe as someone who hyperfixates a lot I am flattered I can induce it onto someone else LMAO Just a lil Drabble for this one I couldn’t think up of much 😅

“You pissed ‘em off,” Ghost observes and Soap’s face drops into one of sheer betrayal.

“That was one time 'n' now you a' think it’s me?” Johnny jerks his head to the side in annoyance. “What about when cap’n-”

“I’m sure they can hear you,” Gaz whisper-shouts as he gestures to you. The rest of the task force look over to you sitting on the couch at the far end of the common room. Absentmindedly watching the shared television, your arms are folded with your mask in a perpetual "-_-". You make no indication that you heard them, no, you were fully set on ignoring them all morning.

"Captain what should we do?" Kyle asks.

"This isn't a mission Kyle, we can talk it out," Price sighs.

"Care to do the honours, then?"

Price stills, beady eyes sparing a glance at your unmoving figure. If the rest of the task force didn't know any better, they would think the unwavering captain was scared.

"'m busy," he replies gruffly.

"Busy" being him fishing around in his pocket for a new cigar for an impossibly long amount of time until his subordinates let him off the hook.

"L.T.?" Johnny looks to the next superior officer, to which Simon only responds with a half-hearted grunt. In truth, Simon and John have always been good at figuring out your mood. This is one of the few times they've been left stumped, clear through the silent conversation they shared as they looked at each other.

"Cowards," Johnny mutters to himself before stomping up to you, with a drawn out, sing-song (but horrendously out of tune) "bonnieeeee" announcing his presence to you. You don't even flinch.

Johnny saddles himself beside you, leaning into you. He offers you his sweetest puppy-dogs to try and placate you before he tests the waters.

"So... what's up?"

The rest of the task force was slowly joining Johnny, you could tell as Price's cigar smoke became more pungent. An explosive move by you has these grown men flinching as you pull out a strip of paper and slam it on the coffee table in front of you, mask flitting to an angry face all the while before returning to "-_-".

Simon reaches the paper first. Delicately opening the thin parchment as Kyle and John peer over his shoulder. Johnny looks up at them but stays by your side.

Simon looks at you.

"A hairdresser?"

"Got it done yesterday," you seethe. "And no one bloody noticed. They're not cheap, you know!"

Johnny tries putting a hand on your shoulder but you jerk it away. There's a heavy moment of silence as you keep laser focused on whatever the hell the television is playing. Your hands grip your biceps as you ensure they stay crossed.

Kyle eventually submits. He kneels before you, not daring to take up all the view of the screen, but just enough for him to be sure you were aware of him.

"Love, I'm gonna ask you a question. Please don't take this the wrong way."

"What?" you grumble.

Kyle takes an audible inhale. He receives an encouraging nod from Price and he needs to take a swallow to prepare. Even you have to admit the anticipation is killing you now, you offer him the relief that he indeed has your attention, mask now set with "?" over the eyes.

"... you have hair?"

You groan and swat him away as Johnny bursts out laughing. Leaning forward with your head in your hands you try to make it seem like your shaking shoulders were from devastation and not because you were laughing too.

"No, Kyle, I just thought I'd go to a hair dresser and admire everyone else's hairdos," you retort once you've recollected yourself.

"Thought you were bald," Simon muses.

"Right back at you, Skull Face."

"I'm sure it looks good, sergeant," Price encourages as he takes the receipt from Simon, inspecting the details.

"At least someone appreciates my efforts unlike the rest of you."

"How about we appreciate it more then, bonnie?" Johnny leans in mischievously. "Take that mask off. Show us how good it looks."

"Actually, I- uh... I got my hair treated. Need to keep this mask on, let it set, you know?"

Kyle tilts his head.

"That's not how it works-?"

"I've been waiting for this bit!" You exclaim as you point at the television screen. Kyle shakes his head with a smile before joining you on the couch, opposite to Johnny. Simon and John also situate themselves around the room, far enough for personal distance but close enough to still take part in conversations, and it's now a typical off-day for the 141. They may not be able to see your face - nor your improved hair - for now, but perhaps one day they'll be graced with the sight. For now, these antics around base will suffice.

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Would you mind writing Haldir and Legolas being saved from captivity in the same vein as the Elrond, Círdan, and Gil-Galad piece you wrote? Maybe being rescued by their significant others though? Up the stakes a bit 😏

I absolutely loved those, and I would love to know how you think those two would react to that situation!

Thank you so much in advance! I absolutely adore your writing. I always know I can coped your blog and find something that will brighten my day

Thank you so much for your kind words! 😭❤️‍🔥I’m so glad that my writing brings some brightness to your day. 🥺🙌 It means a lot to hear that, and I’m always here to share more whenever you need it. If there’s anything you’d love to read or talk about, just let me know! ❤️‍🔥🫶✨

how would the elves react to this?

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Haldir, Legolas Version below (you are their lover)

🏹𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓻

Haldir might react to the reader/you swooping in to save them from a perilous situation like being captured by orcs.

The forest was dark, the shadows of the trees stretching long and ominous under the pale sliver of moonlight. The air was damp with the scent of moss and earth, and the stillness was broken only by the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Somewhere deep within these woods, Haldir of Lórien was fighting for his life. The ambush had come without warning. Orcs, hidden beneath the veil of the night, had swarmed his patrol. Though he fought valiantly, his skill with the bow and blade unmatched, the sheer number of his foes proved overwhelming. Haldir’s heart burned with frustration as he swung his sword with precision, but even he, the Marchwarden of Lórien, could not hold them off alone. His brothers had been separated from him in the chaos, and he now found himself surrounded. A sharp blow to his side sent him crashing to the forest floor. The impact jarred his body, his head snapping to the side as pain lanced through his ribs. His sword was knocked from his hand, clattering uselessly beyond his reach. Haldir’s breath hitched, coming shallow and fast, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm he couldn’t control. The metallic taste of blood tinged his mouth, and for the first time in countless battles, doubt crept into his mind.

Above him, the Orcs loomed, their guttural laughter cutting through the silence of the forest like jagged blades. One of them sneered as it gripped his shoulder and pinned him down with brute force, its claws biting through the fabric of his tunic. Haldir’s muscles burned as he fought against the iron grip, his pride flaring hot despite the pain that seared through him. His silver-grey eyes burned with defiance, daring his enemy to see him as anything less than the Marchwarden he was. Yet even as his body tensed with effort, even as his mind worked furiously to find a way out, his heart began to sink beneath the weight of the inevitable. He was not afraid of death. That fear had long been banished, tempered by centuries of duty and the understanding that every life in service of Lórien was one spent in honor. But tonight… tonight, the thought of leaving his home unprotected, his brothers unguarded, and you… The pain of that thought struck deeper than any blade ever could. He could not bear the image of your face, of your voice calling his name in anguish when he was no longer there to answer. The weight of all he had left undone pressed upon him, and for one fleeting, bitter moment, a flash of helplessness crossed his proud heart.

Just as the Orc’s jagged blade was raised, ready to strike, a blur of motion tore through the clearing. A sound like thunder rolled in Haldir’s ears—the clash of steel meeting flesh—as the Orcs’ guttural cries rose in confusion and pain. Haldir’s breath caught in his throat, his sharp eyes widening despite the haze of pain clouding his vision. The shadows seemed to part, and there you were, moving through the clearing like a tempest. For a heartbeat, the world stilled around him. Relief crashed over him, mingled with awe and something far deeper, something unspoken yet undeniable. His chest tightened, his racing heart pounding louder than the fading battle cries. You were here. Against all odds, you had come for him. And in that moment, the weight of despair was lifted, replaced by the fiery spark of hope.

Your blade gleamed like a shard of starlight, a deadly brilliance that pierced the oppressive darkness of the forest. The fluidity of your movements was mesmerizing, every step purposeful, every strike calculated with lethal precision. The silver edge of your weapon flashed in arcs of light, slicing through the shadows with an artistry that belied the violence of the moment. You moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, your strikes clean and unrelenting, a storm given form. Each Orc that came near you met its end swiftly, their snarls turning into startled cries that were silenced as quickly as they rose. The air was thick with the clash of steel and the sharp tang of blood, but you were unshaken, your focus unyielding, your resolve unwavering. Haldir lay on the forest floor, his chest tightening as he watched you carve through the chaos with a ferocity that stole his breath. Relief flooded his veins, a tide that washed away the despair that had begun to weigh him down moments before. But it was not just relief—no, what filled him now was far greater, far deeper. Awe rippled through him, raw and unguarded, as his sharp eyes followed every movement you made. The disbelief that had briefly flickered across his face was replaced by something far more profound. You had always been strong—he knew this, admired this—but seeing you now, standing between him and the darkness, fighting for him with a passion that defied the odds, struck a chord so deep it left him shaken.

His heart, so long steeled against the perils of the world, swelled with emotions he could scarcely name. Gratitude, admiration, love—each surged within him, intertwining with the pounding of his heart. The sight of you, fighting with such unrelenting resolve, was more than a testament to your skill; it was a reminder of what he had fought to protect all his life. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Haldir felt vulnerable—not from his injuries, but from the overwhelming realization of how much you meant to him. One by one, the Orcs fell before you, their numbers dwindling until the last of them crumpled lifeless to the ground. The echoes of the battle faded, leaving only the sound of the wind brushing through the trees. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves. The pale light of the moon filtered through the canopy, illuminating the scene in an ethereal glow.

You stood among the fallen, the pale moonlight catching the sheen of sweat on your brow, your chest rising and falling from exertion. Your blade hung loosely in your hand, blood dripping from its edge as your sharp eyes scanned the clearing one final time, ensuring there was no lingering threat. Only when you were absolutely certain the danger had passed did you turn toward Haldir. Your gaze landed on him, slumped against the forest floor, and your breath hitched. “Haldir!” you exclaimed, your voice sharp with worry as you rushed to his side. Dropping to your knees beside him, you immediately began inspecting him with the efficiency and care of someone used to patching him up after battles. Your hands hovered over his arms, his chest, his face, searching for injuries, your brows furrowed in deep concentration. “Are you hurt? Where are you hurt?” you demanded, your voice thick with concern.

Haldir blinked up at you, momentarily too stunned to respond. Relief mingled with a flush of embarrassment as your hands brushed his shoulders and neck, searching for wounds with single-minded determination. “I… I am unharmed,” he muttered, his pride prickling slightly at the frantic way you fussed over him. He tried to shift away, but you caught his chin with gentle but firm fingers, turning his face toward you. “Stay still,” you said, your tone brooking no argument. “Let me see.” “I told you, I am fine,” Haldir grumbled, his voice low and a little strained as you tilted his head to examine a bruise near his temple. His sharp blue eyes narrowed, but he didn’t pull away, though the tips of his ears turned a faint shade of pink. “Fine? You call this fine?” you retorted, brushing a few strands of his silver-blonde hair away to make sure there were no cuts hidden beneath. “I thought I’d lost you, Haldir.” Your voice softened, and your hands paused, resting lightly against his shoulders as you stared at him, your concern plain in your eyes. The weight of your worry hit him then, and for a moment, his pride faltered. “I was not in that much danger,” he mumbled, trying and failing to sound convincing.

You snorted, already running your hands down his arms to check for any breaks or hidden injuries. “Not in danger? You were surrounded by Orcs and on the ground, weaponless. Forgive me if I wasn’t convinced you had it under control.” Haldir’s jaw tightened, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he endured your inspection. “I would have managed,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction. “Oh, really? Managed to bleed out? Or managed to have an Orc drag you off? Which one?” you quipped, your tone light but underpinned with the lingering fear that had seized you when you saw him surrounded.

Finally, satisfied that he was, in fact, uninjured, you exhaled a shaky breath and sat back on your heels. “Thank the Valar,” you murmured, pressing a hand to your chest as the tension in your shoulders eased. “You’re really not hurt anywhere?” “No,” Haldir grumbled, averting his gaze as he shifted to sit up straighter. “Not that I haven’t already told you.” You narrowed your eyes at him, recognizing the slight edge of grumpiness in his voice for what it truly was—embarrassment. “Well, forgive me for worrying about the elf I love,” you said pointedly, crossing your arms. Haldir froze for a moment, the faint flush on his face deepening until it reached his ears. “I… you…” he stammered, before scowling faintly to hide his flustered state. “There’s no need to fuss so much. I’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“Oh, you’re handling yourself so well I had to cut down half a dozen Orcs to save you,” you shot back, though your tone was more teasing now. Haldir gave you a sharp look, his lips pressed into a thin line, but the faint twitch of his mouth betrayed him. “I appreciate your… intervention,” he said stiffly, clearly unused to being on the receiving end of such mother-hen levels of care. “But you don’t need to hover over me like an anxious bird.” You arched a brow at him, clearly unimpressed. “Haldir, you were surrounded. You could have been captured—or worse. Let me fuss if I want to fuss.” He huffed, crossing his arms as if to shield himself from your unrelenting care, but his silence betrayed his surrender. The faint flush still lingered on his cheeks, his pride clearly warring with the warmth that your worry stirred in him.

Finally, you smiled, brushing your fingers gently along his jawline to soothe him. “Don’t act so grumpy. I know you secretly enjoy the attention.” Haldir’s eyes narrowed at you, though there was no real heat in his gaze. “I do not,” he said firmly, but the way his lips twitched upward ever so slightly made you laugh softly. “Of course, you don’t,” you said with a knowing smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his brow. “But that won’t stop me from worrying about you anyway.” For all his bluster, Haldir didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a soft sigh, his shoulders finally relaxing as he gave in to your care. Slowly, his free hand reached out, and before you could react, he gently took your hand in his. You blinked in surprise as he brought it to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with emotion. His gaze lifted to meet yours, a rare vulnerability shining in his eyes. “For being here. For saving me. For… always seeing me as more than the Marchwarden.” Your heart melted at his quiet, heartfelt words. Smiling softly, you gently squeezed his hand. “Always,” you whispered, your voice warm and steady. Though Haldir’s pride made him grumble and resist your fussing, his quiet kiss on your hand spoke more than words ever could. Beneath the stoic exterior, his love for you shone brightly, and for the first time in the chaotic night, he allowed himself to rest in the warmth of your care.

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Legolas might react to the reader/you swooping in to save them from a perilous situation like being captured by orcs.

The cold wind swept through the dense forest of Mirkwood, carrying with it the faint, guttural cries of orcs. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light filtering through the skeletal branches above, casting shadows that danced eerily across the forest floor. Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Woodland Realm, stood amidst the chaos, his bow in hand and his sharp, cerulean eyes scanning the battlefield. The fight had begun suddenly, the ambush perfectly executed by the orcs who knew the forest’s every shadowy crevice. They’d swarmed him and his small band of scouts, overwhelming them with sheer numbers. Legolas moved with the grace and precision of an elf born to the hunt. Each arrow found its mark, and his twin blades danced with deadly elegance, but even he could not hold them all at bay. The jagged blade struck against his guard, forcing Legolas back with every blow. He moved with a desperate elegance, each step a calculated retreat, but the sheer force of the orc’s relentless strikes began to wear him down. The forest around him blurred into a tapestry of shadows and chaos, the cries of battle ringing in his ears like the relentless toll of a bell.

Then came the sharp crack against his temple. The impact was sudden and brutal, sending a searing pain through his skull. His vision fractured, the forest spinning in a nauseating blur of dark shapes and pale moonlight. His balance faltered, his knees hitting the forest floor with a dull thud. The ground beneath him felt cold and unyielding, the coarse leaves scratching at his skin as he struggled to regain focus. For the first time in years, Legolas felt something he rarely allowed himself to feel: helplessness. It was a fleeting sensation, quickly buried beneath his pride and determination, but it lingered enough to unnerve him. He had faced countless foes, endured countless dangers, but this… this was different. His blades slipped from his grasp, the familiar weight of them gone, and a cold emptiness filled his hands.

As the orcs closed in, their jeering laughter grated against his ears. Their foul breath filled the air, mingling with the stench of blood and sweat. He felt their rough, calloused hands seize his arms, their grip bruising as they forced him upright. The ropes they bound around his wrists bit into his skin, coarse and unforgiving, and no amount of twisting could loosen their hold. Frustration flared in his chest like a hot ember. How could this happen? He had been trained since he could walk, his every skill honed for moments like this. And yet, here he was, captured like prey caught in a snare. Shame burned alongside the anger, though he fought to suppress it. His father’s face flashed in his mind—stern and proud—alongside the countless warriors of Mirkwood who had looked to him for leadership. What would they say if they saw him now, bound and dragged through the forest like some hapless novice?

But beneath the anger, beneath the frustration, something darker stirred—a flicker of fear. It crept through him like a shadow, cold and unwelcome. The orcs’ voices rose around him, a guttural cacophony of malice and cruelty, and he could feel their delight in his capture. His sharp ears picked up their muttered plans—how they would present him to their master, how his humiliation would serve as a blow to his people. The thought twisted his stomach, but he pushed it aside, clinging to the pride and resolve that had carried him through so many battles before. Even as his legs dragged beneath him, even as the edges of his vision swam with pain and disorientation, he refused to let despair take hold. He focused on the feel of the ropes, testing their strength, memorizing the rhythm of his captors’ steps. His heart beat like a drum in his chest, a steady reminder that he was still alive, still capable of fighting. And yet, doubt lingered at the edges of his thoughts. Was this truly the end? Would he be led into the darkness, lost to the shadows of Mirkwood forever?

A sound, subtle yet distinct, reached Legolas’s ears—a barely perceptible twang of a bowstring. His sharp Elven senses were still clouded by the dizziness of the blow to his head, but even in his disoriented state, he recognized the sound. It was the unmistakable note of an arrow in flight. Before the first orc even had a chance to react, the arrow found its mark, burying itself deep into its throat. The orc let out a choked gurgle, its eyes wide in shock, before it crumpled to the ground, dead before it could make another sound. Chaos erupted immediately among the group of orcs. Through the shifting shadows of the trees, you appeared. At first, it was a blur—a streak of movement, too fast for the orcs to follow, but Legolas could see it clearly. Your form was graceful, fluid, as you moved through the underbrush, swift and deadly as a shadow in the moonlight. Your blade gleamed with a cold, deadly light, a streak of silver as you descended upon the orcs with a vengeance. The very air seemed to hum with the force of your strikes as you cut through the ranks with an elegance and ferocity that even the orcs couldn’t match.

They reacted too late, their growls turning to panicked yelps as they turned their attention to you. You moved like a whirlwind, a tempest of lethal grace. One orc lunged toward you, its filthy blade raised, but you dodged beneath its swing, slipping under its guard with ease. In one fluid motion, your blade drove deep into its side, and it fell with a gasping cry, its weapon clattering to the ground. Another came at you, its teeth bared, but you met it head-on, your strikes flowing like water as you cut down the creature in a series of precise, lethal movements. Legolas watched, his head still spinning, but his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that burned through the fog of his disorientation. The way you moved, the fierce determination in your every step—it took his breath away. In that moment, everything else faded—the pain in his temple, the mocking voices of the orcs, even the cold wind rustling the leaves above. There was only you.

Even as he struggled to stay conscious, a wave of something deeper surged within him, something stronger than mere admiration or gratitude. It was love. The fierce, unyielding love that had always burned quietly in his heart, but now—now it felt like a fire, brighter and hotter than ever before. You were here, fighting for him, saving him when he had been certain he was lost. There was no fear in his heart, only awe at your strength, your courage, your unwavering dedication to him. The last of the orcs fell with a thud, its body crumpling to the ground, and the silence that followed seemed to settle over the battlefield like a heavy fog. You turned to him then, your chest rising and falling with exertion, your breath coming in soft gasps as you scanned the area. The moonlight caught your face, framing it in a soft, ethereal glow. For a moment, you seemed not of this world, like a guardian spirit sent to him through the very heart of the forest itself.

Legolas blinked, his vision still unfocused, but when his eyes met yours, there was no mistaking the feeling that swept over him—a deep, unshakable relief. His heart stilled, the chaotic, wild rhythm of the battle fading into the background as he locked onto your gaze. In that brief, perfect moment, time seemed to slow, and the world seemed to disappear around you both. It was only you, standing there in the moonlight, looking at him with such unwavering love and concern. And to Legolas, in that fleeting moment, you were the embodiment of everything he had ever loved about the world—strength, courage, and an unbreakable bond that even the darkness of the orcs could not sever. You had come for him. Not as a prince, not as a warrior, but simply as Legolas, and that, more than anything, filled his heart with something he had long forgotten—hope. You rushed to his side, dropping to your knees with a single-minded focus that left no room for hesitation. Your hands trembled slightly as they worked at the coarse ropes binding his wrists, your voice firm but filled with concern. “Legolas,” you breathed, the worry in your tone unmistakable. “Are you hurt? Did they wound you?”

The ropes fell away, and Legolas flexed his hands, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours. “I… I am unharmed, meleth nin,” he murmured, his voice soft and a little dazed. But the moment those words left his lips, your hands were already on him, inspecting him from head to toe with a meticulousness that bordered on frantic. Your fingers brushed over his arms, shoulders, and chest, searching for cuts or bruises beneath his tunic. “Are you certain?” you asked, your brow furrowed as your gaze darted over him. “You fell hard—I saw it. You could have cracked a rib, or—” “(Y/N),” Legolas interrupted gently, his voice steadier now. His hands reached up to cover yours, stilling them as they roved over his torso in search of unseen injuries. “I am truly unharmed. You came in time.” But you weren’t convinced yet. You cupped his face, tilting it to examine the side of his head where the orc’s blow had landed. “You’re bleeding here,” you fretted, brushing a thumb near the faintest trace of dried blood along his temple. “Does it hurt? Is your vision blurred?”

“It is nothing,” he assured you, his lips curving into the faintest smile at your mother-hen-like concern. “It will heal before the night is through.” Still, your worry refused to abate entirely. “Nothing?” you huffed, sitting back slightly but keeping your hands steady on his shoulders. “Legolas, I thought I lost you. Do you have any idea what that would have done to me?” Your voice broke slightly, and your brow knitted with frustration—not at him, but at the thought of how close he had come to being taken. His expression softened, his heart swelling with a profound tenderness as he watched you fuss over him. “Meleth nin,” he said softly, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair from your face. “I am here. I am safe, thanks to you. Please, do not distress yourself.”

Finally satisfied that he was, in fact, unharmed, you let out a long, shuddering breath. “Thank the Valar,” you whispered, leaning forward until your forehead rested lightly against his. Your hands slipped down to hold his arms, grounding yourself in the solidness of him. “If anything had happened to you…” He closed his eyes at the contact, letting the comfort of your presence wash over him. “Nothing did,” he murmured. “And it is because of you. You saved me, (Y/N). You always do.” You pulled back just enough to look at him again, your eyes glimmering with both love and lingering worry. “You have no idea how much you scared me,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “Seeing them take you… I thought I’d lose you.”

His hands rose to cradle your face, his touch gentle but firm. “I would never leave you,” he said, his voice resolute. “Not while there is strength in me to fight. And with you at my side, I am stronger than I have ever been.” Your lips parted, but no words came. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a fierce embrace that spoke louder than anything you could say. He sank into your hold, the warmth of your body against his easing the lingering ache of the fight. For a long moment, the two of you simply held each other, the quiet of the forest broken only by the faint rustle of leaves in the wind.

When you finally pulled back, your hands lingered on his arms, and your gaze searched his face one last time. “If you ever scare me like that again,” you said, though your tone was lightened by a teasing lilt, “I swear, Prince of Mirkwood or not, I will tie you to the trees myself.” A soft laugh escaped him, the sound rare and full of affection. “You have my word,” he replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I will endeavor to be more careful.” You gave a small huff but smiled in return, your love for him shining clearly in your eyes. And as you stood together beneath the moonlit canopy, Legolas knew with every fiber of his being that he was the luckiest elf in Middle-earth—not because you had saved him, but because you had chosen to love him with such fierce devotion.

[female-hysterics]

I've been having Alpha!Steven brainrot for the longest time 😭😭 Like he gets a rut and just goes a little dumb behind the eyes lmao. I mean he knows that you have to work, and that's why you're not at home. And he knows that you didn't know he'd have a rut because, hell, he didn't know himself!

Still doesn't stop him from pouncing on you the second you walk through the door, though. Because your alpha's in rut :(( Where were you?? Why weren't you at home?? Why do you smell like so many other ppl?? Do you not love him anymore??? He can't have that. Why weren't you at home with him???

Sure it'd be easier to answer if he wasn't crushing you under his weight, arm wrapped around your waist pressing you to him and chest to your back, forcing you to the floor. It'd be even easier if he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, but. Ya'know.

It's not like he'd be listening to reason anytime soon anyways.

Alpha Steven being so driven by his instincts and being so needy at the same time. He spent the entire day scenting the entire flat, jeking off with his face buried in your pajamas from the night before, and he’s so restless that he’s on the verge of pawing through the clothes hamper when he hears your keys in the lock. Steven is on you as soon as the door swings shut and you barely muffle out a squeak before his long fingers are in your mouth as he begins to scent you frantically with a rumbling purr. His questions were rapid fire, each one punctuated by his hand freeing you of your pants and undergarments, and you try to answer him even as his heavy body is squishing you to the cold floor and his fingers are pressing your tongue flat in your mouth until you are drooling.

Then, he’s sliding his thick aching cock into your dripping pussy, and he whines sharply at the sheer relief at finally being inside his Omega. His inner Alpha howling in pleasure as his hips start to piston in a brutal rhythm that makes your eyes roll at how deep he was reaching inside you. You lay there in pure pleasure and take what he gives you, spreading your thighs and arching your hips to present yourself to him in a classic Omega position that made Steven snarl from where he was licking at the scent glands on your throat, and you whimper when his teeth sink into your bond bite as his knot swells suddenly inside you as he comes. The feeling of him pulsing hot and deep into your needy core sends you catapulting off the edge of bliss and you clench down on his knot with a garbled wail as you shake at the whirlwind of sensations.

Once you calm down, the scent of Steven’s Rut has calmed down significantly, and he was lazily lapping over your throat. He had removed his fingers from your mouth and was instead petting over your body as he purred happily. You were still locked on his thick knot, body still clenching on him sporadically as he rocked his hips steadily, and you knew that it would be a while before you made it to the bed.

[lysaisland]

I desperately need someone to write a Nishinoya x reader!! I'm feral for that little ray of sunshine and cannot for the life of me find any fics with him 😭

I AM SO SO SORRY FOR LEAVING THIS ASK FOR MONTHS!!! MONTHS!!! IN THE INBOX. i really struggled writing for noya but i ended up writing smth that i thought was cute with this ask!! thank uu for the ask anon :)

will be taking reqs later this month so talk to me pookies lol masterlist here!!

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bsf!nishinoya who has a crush on you and is trying to ask you out in the most creative way possible…

hiding (obviously) behind a corner, nishinoya all but whispers, “do you think they’ll notice, ryuu??” tanaka obediently shakes his head, “no, no! you were very sneaky in putting the box in their bag, they’ll surely see it.” noya agrees, thankful for the reassurance. he snuck a box of your favourite pocky into your bag with a note inside, saying to meet on the rooftop. 

bsf!nishinoya whose reasoning was cliche? of couse not! classic? hell yes

“what on earth are you two doing?” a voice deadpanned from behind them. ahh. tsukishima. the beanpole. noya put his fingers to his lips and shushed him. tanaka slapped him on the shoulder and jovially explained to him what they were doing. whilst he was explaining to their beloved underclassmen, noya was solely focussed on you. he could see you laugh brightly from where he was. you were having a conversation with yachi, talking animatedly. your passion for the things you liked were so cute!!

bsf!nishinoya who started shaking tanaka by the arm in pure excitement as you reached for your bag…

you took out a box pocky form your gym bag. a look of surprise graced your features as you took out another box, identical to the previous one. two boxes of pocky. “well, would you look at that?” said tsukishima and he dryly added, “i don’t suppose you saw the other box when you put your confession box in.” noya’s face morphed into one of worry, but then back again. “this might be a blip in the plan, but they still have the confession. they just have to eat both of the boxes of pocky. duh.” he muttered underneath his breath, reassuring himself yet again. 

bsf!nishinoya who almost goes catatonic, when he sees you giggle and hand one of the boxes of pocky to yachi and walk away. 

bsf!nishinoya and tanaka who basically sprint like they never have before to yachi as soon as you were out of sight.

bsf!nishinoya who snatches the box of pocky out of poor yachi’s hands, like a rabid dog.

bsf!nishinoya whose hands tremble as he opens the box. please, please please not be in here, please please–

bsf!nishinoya who suddenly notices what he is actually doing and starts to explain-apologising to the girl, because to yachi, it looked like she was just mugged for her breaktime snack by her upperclassmen for seemingly no reason at all. 

bsf!nishinoya who finds the love note that was meant for you resting his hands and just stares at it for a solid minute, contemplating whether he should just confess to you outright, there and then.

bsf!nishinoya who hears his phone go off.

bsf!nishinoya who sees your name at the top of his phone with a text that reads – ‘meet me on the rooftop yuu :D’ .

bsf!nishinoya who leaps into the air, hair messy, with sheer relief and a new found confidence.

bsf!nishinoya who is determined and ready to spill his honest romantic feelings to you and is rushing to the school roof.

bsf!nishinoya who doesn’t know that you also have a box of his favourite flavour of pocky and a confession of your own to go with it… 

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