#me not sleeping properly & not eating properly like why am i so tired all the time :(

[satowooo]

kiss it better

Suguru always hated it when you break up with him when you're having a mental breakdown. So what's he gonna do to make his baby feel better?

contents. slight academic rivals to lovers (barely mentioned), suguru x reader, eventual smut, fluff, cowgirl, bottom suguru, slapping, rough sex, pet names, degration, not proofread.

Do what you gotta do, keep me up all night.

your relationship with suguru became on and off ever since you two started dating. he could vaguely remember why, but he knows one thing.

your relationship with him started off as enemies. he remembers how you were always so angry at him, your bratiness showing every time he was a step further than you in academics.

being a straight A student is something that he likes to brag about, knowing that you're right there to keep him on his toes because you're just as smart as him. he knows how you tire yourself to study every night and day, sleeping and almost living in the library whenever an exam week is coming, never going out of your room and not eating until you understood and memorized all your notes, and how you'd never talk to him the whole time you're busy studying. and what does he hates the most? you breaking up with him for it.

you're a top student, but you're always in second place because he beats you to it. it never fails to make you upset, but you don't really blame suguru for being good at what he does. rather, you blame yourself for not studying enough as if your brain is already not about to explode for every information that you try to force into your brain.

and suguru hates it enough that you have to break up with him just for you to torture yourself in the confines of your room with all the papers and academic works controlling over your body and mind. he hates it everytime because he knows how hard you are being to yourself.

“baby, i’m coming inside, okay?” suguru called outside your door after knocking several times. he didn't wait for another answer as he twists the knob, pushing the door open.

“suguru, no-”

he heard your sniffles. and his heart ache at the sight before him.

you were sitting at your study desk. papers scattered around in a mess, some of it drenched in your tears. your eyes reddened, and you looked at him in frustration as you stood up.

“i told you to leave me alone, suguru.” you said, wiping your tear stained cheek.

he looks over at your bed, to the crumpled sheets, feathers flying around from your pillow, knowing that you probably had been punching it in your frustration. he sighs and walks over to you, immediately cupping your cheeks to look you in the eyes.

“you think breaking up with me would solve the problem?” he whispers softly, kissing your eyes, your tears.

you looked away, tilting your head to the side so as to not look at him. “it's for the better. you're only distracting me from my studies.”

he closed his eyes tightly, before holding your jaw so you could face him properly. your hands clutched his shirt at the proximity between you. “i’m distracting you?” your words sting, his heart clenching at the way you're trying so hard to push him away. but he wouldn't have all that. “come on. i know you're mad. punish me then.”

“suguru-”

“i always tell you that i’m here to help. but you're too hard headed to ask for it.” his tone was firm, his eyes turning dark at the way you tried to get away from his grasp. he lets out an exasperated breath before loosening his grip from you. “don't hurt yourself, baby. hurt me instead.”

“suguru, you don't understand. i am angry, fine, i admit.” the grip you had on his shirt tightened, a shaky breath escaping from your lip as tears started to form on your eyes again. “i don’t want to take it out on you when i’m clearly a mess, suguru. you don't get it because you're always too good and i’m not enough. i can't be enough for you if i’m like this-”

once again, suguru cut you off. your words flying off his ear as he interrupted you with a fierce kiss. his tongue darting out for entrance and you didn't push him away. your words muffled from the way he pressed his lips, making you shut up and revel onto your desires as your lips parted, your tongue delving out to taste him.

all your worries easily slipped away. his thumb swiftly wiping the tear that escaped your eyes while not breaking the kiss. he pulled away for a moment before capturing it once again, this time gentler than the first.

to suguru, it was always the same words no matter how much he reassured you. so what's he going to do? make you feel like the queen you deserved to be.

“come on, princess. just like that.” he grunted, his hand gripping on your hips as he slammed you down on his cock. “come on, tell me how mad you are right now. let me hear you.”

“f-fuck you, suguru…” you gasps, your hips rocking back and forth deliciously on his shaft. your teeth were clenched in frustration, your anger still brewing inside your heart by the way he had you easily straddling him.

“that's it, baby. let it out, let it all out on me.” he coos, gently running his fingers on your spine. the action sent shivers all over your body, your thrust rapidly increasing by each second. “you're so mad, aren't you? you don't like it when i'm doing good?”

"s-stop... ahh..." you huffed, face flushed as your pussy clenched around him. your hips were beginning to ache for how harsh you were slamming against his lap. and he had that annoying look on his face that got you riled up.

you know exactly what he's trying to do. suguru wants a reaction. for you to let it out on him. to be mad at him instead of being mad at yourself.

he gripped your ass firmly, a knowing smirk etched on his lip. “do i make you cry, princess? because i’m better? in studies… and even in fucking you?”

that definitely strikes a nerve right there. your pace increasing, your nails digging on his shoulder from how hard you're holding onto him. “shut up… sh-shut up…”

“that all you got?” he said darkly, sweat forming in his forehead. he gave your ass a firm squeeze before landing a smack, making you jolt in pleasure. “you're so fucking pathetic, princess. you're really crying over that? you look so fucking dumb with my cock inside-”

a harsh slap on his cheek echoed all over the room. your breathing coming in short gasps, while suguru was smiling. he was fucking smiling.

the slap reddened his cheek but it didn't even look like it hurt him. he huffed and squeezed your hip. suguru was drowned in pure bliss as he groaned, your hips thrusting so harshly, squeezing his cock like there's no tomorrow.

“fuck, baby…” he growled, the sting of your slap erotic and pleasurable that it got him ramming his hip upward. you could see the veins on his neck popping out, his eyes darkening as his fingers found your breasts. “fuck y-yeah… do that again, hm? show me how much you fucking hate me…”

you moaned, your back arching and body pressing against his chest. his lips latched on your nipple, while his other hand found your clit. he rubbed circles against it, making you cry and scratch your nails on his chest.

“you’re so worked up for all your studies, and for what?” he sneered, chuckling darkly at you. you bit your lip as another slap went across his cheek, feeling all the anger forcing its way to give him what he wants. you knew damn well that suguru was enjoying on riling you up, coaxing you to take it out on him by saying those words that he knew would gain the right reaction that he needs.

“fuck you, sugu… f-fuck you…”

“doing so well for me, baby.” he leaned forward to capture your lips, his lips grazing your earlobe. “you can do more than that, don't you?”

your thrusts became more erratic as his voice rang over your ears. you grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it down so he could look at you. your face was a mix of both anger and pleasure, a sight that made suguru feel more aroused. he groaned as your hand flew over on his cheek again, his eyes glistening with lust.

“ohh, f-fuck!” the thumb on your clit increased its pace, as slaps after slaps on his face kept coming, eager to erase that stupid grin on his lips.

suguru grunted, his moans getting louder each second that it syncs with your sounds. your hand traveled up his throat, pressing on gently enough to restrict his breathing.

he let out a strangled laugh causing you to land another slap on his face. he can't believe that he felt so fucked out, enjoying the pleasure and roughness that you were giving him. the angered look on your face made his cock twitch inside you.

your hips thrusts up and down. up and down. unrelenting. it became frantic as his cock hit your right spots, driving you wild in ecstasy.

he could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, your thrusts became more urgent, your gripped on his neck beginning to tighten. his eyes were tied shut, suguru’s chest heaving as your wetness engulfed his cock.

“i’m cumming, baby. f-fuck, you gon’ cum, princess? you're doing so good- f-fucking hell…”

he hears your whines. his name rolling out of your tongue in desperation to reach your high. he bucked his hips, thrusting forward to meet yours, pistoning in and out furiously as the pleasure built up.

“suguru! ahh! hhk-” your hips shattered, your body convulsing with your orgasm reaching its peak. suguru let out a growl in pleasure, his hands squeezing your ass firmly. his own orgasm quickly approached, hot semen spurting right inside your sweet hole.

he breathes heavily, thrusting his cum right inside you slowly, making sure that nothing would come to waste. your hands released his neck, seeing how it turned red by the way you gripped so harshly. even his face was all flushed from all the slapping you did, with a small bruise forming on his temple, but suguru had a grin on his face.

his hair disheveled, chest heaving as you both catch your breaths. “still mad, baby?”

you shake your head, looking at him apologetically. “not anymore. i’m sorry, did i hit you too hard?”

suguru chuckled, his eyes half-lidded from the pleasure you just gave him. he took your hand in his, kissing your palm softly. “i fucking loved it, baby.”

he looks at you lovingly. suguru has already memorized you like the back of his hands, from your body to your heart and beneath your soul. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, to make you feel loved and cared for. he adores you so much that he wouldn't allow letting your insecurities pull you down.

suguru holds your hips, rocking yourself gently on his cock. your eyes rolling back, a soft moan escaping from your lips. he smiled, resting his head on the crook of your neck. “you're enough, baby. always remember that, okay?” he looked up at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. you basked into the aftermath of your lovemaking, your head falling on his chest as you nodded at his words. “don't ever doubt your abilities. failure is inevitable, it's a part of ourselves that symbolizes the efforts we do for trying.” suguru whispers, gently placing kisses all over your face. “and i love you for all your flaws and failures. don't ever think that you're not enough for me.”

🙂‍↕️ i genuinely want to make an academic rivals to lovers fic/series with suguru

[candy69gurl]

‎‏‏‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎⋅˚୨୧ ‎‏‏BARBIE PLAY ‎‏‏‎⋅˚୨୧ ‎‏‏‎

MDI

Hiromi Higuruma x innocent f!reader

18+, dark, dub/noncon, manipulation, loss of innocence, manipulation, slight incest, praises, dad-daughter bonding , nipple play, face sitting, rough raw sex, blow job, multiple orgasms, infertility, mentions of cheating ART NOT MINE

"I'll be gone for now." Hiromi sighs and stuffs a piece of toast into his mouth while wearing his black suit. "And, I can be late, so please eat dinner without me."

 "Daddy, are you going to work again today?" you ask, looking at him with puppy eyes, hoping he melts. "Leaving me alone with the nanny," you say quietly. 

Hiromi's expression transforms into one of concern when he notices the tone of your voice.

"I am pregnant!!" Your mother hugs Hiromi. 

He frowns at her. 

"You're joking, right?" Hiromi freezes and looks at her, shocked. "No, I am not. Why should I?" your mother replied. 

Hiromi sighs as his jaw clenches. He takes his bag and goes to leave.

"I don't want to discuss this right now. I'll be home late, so eat the dinner yourself." 

He shuts the door and walks towards his office. 

She cheated on him. There is no chance that could be his baby because he is sterile. She is unaware of this, and he does not want to inform her either. He doesn't blame her, he is so preoccupied with his work that he can't devote time to his wife.

*9 months later*

Hiromi glances at the baby girl.

"Doesn't she look like you?" your mother cooes.

"No," Hiromi bluntly says.

"But look at the smile; it's exactly like yours." 

"I do not smile." 

Your mother pushes her lips together and remains silent. 

*timeskips*

Your mother and Hiromi end up having divorce, and Hiromi takes custody of you since your mother cannot pay child support. 

Hiromi, although not your biological father, adores you and provides for all of your needs. Not everything though. Not himself. He is a highly busy man, so he is constantly away from you at work.

But there's something about you that offers him joy. He had never smiled in his life, except for the times when you make him smile. He is now attached to you in both ways, physically and mentally.

"I...Yes, I'm going to work again." Hiromi's tone of voice is rather soft and a bit depressed. He's trying his best to be a good father, but it's always hard to make it work because he is so busy with work all the time. Hiromi seems like he understands that his work schedule might be causing problems in their relationship, and he feels sorry for that.

You get closer to him, noticing his dark circles and pale skin.

"It's Sunday, and... you don't look so well."

Hiromi gives you a fake smile. The pale skin and the dark circles around his eyes are reminders of just how hard he's been working. He looks back up and smiles softly at you. "I know, I know. I'm just a bit... tired. But it's not too bad; don't worry about it."

It's clear to both of you that he hasn't been taking care of himself lately. Hiromi is so focused on work that he's forgotten to eat and sleep properly.

"I want to take care of you, dad. I want you to be here with me. I know how hard you work providing for us," you say, hugging him.

The warmth of your hug makes him close his eyes. Hiromi has been working tirelessly to support both of you, and your words make him realize just how tired and burned out he can be.

Hiromi hugs you tight, pressing his chest tightly against your face to feel your warmth. "I'm sorry... I know... I'll try my best to spend more time with you."

You can feel the strain of his exhaustion as he clings to you, like he's terrified of letting you go.

"I promise..." Hiromi whispers to you before letting out a small sigh of relief. It feels like all of the stress and worry that he has been carrying around lately is lifted off of his shoulders as he nuzzles into your soft vanilla-scented hair. Hiromi seems much lighter and more relaxed now. He realizes you have grown up and crave his presence more than you used to.

"Do you promise to spend the next Sunday with me?"

"I promise." Hiromi's tone is soft but serious as he says these words. He stares at you with his brown eyes, wanting to emphasize just how much your happiness means to him. He knows next Sunday's going to be your birthday, so he has to do something to light up the relationship between you too.

*timeskips*

The next Sunday comes, and Hiromi is up early to make you some breakfast. He is making your favorite pancakes, though his hands are shaking slightly as he does. Hiromi can't stop thinking about everything he wants to do with you today. He hopes that he can finally show you just how much he has been missing you.

You enter the kitchen yawning and stretching, and you are surprised to see Hiromi making your breakfast. Usually you get to see your nanny making you breakfast, but your dad has actually kept the promise.

You run to hug him from behind.

The unexpected hug from behind makes Hiromi flinch in surprise. He smiles softly as his eyes flicker from a look of shock back to one of warmth.

"Good morning, sweetheart..." Hiromi chuckles softly as he turns around and wraps his arms around your small frame.

The sensation of your body pressed against his fills Hiromi with a sense of joy. It's been far too long since he has spent quality time with you, and your presence now means the world to him.

"Dad, do you know what day it is?" You expectantly look at him.

"Yes, of course I do, honey." Hiromi's soft voice is like music to your ears. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes as he speaks.

"It's Sunday." Hiromi smiles at you warmly.

Pressing your lips together, you reply, "You really don't remember."

A fake look of worry crosses Hiromi's face when he notices your expression. He realizes just now that you have been testing him, wondering if he had actually forgotten what today was.

"It's your birthday today. How can I forget?" Hiromi smirks slightly, whispering. "Happy birthday, sweetheart!" Hiromi's voice is warm and soft as he smiles at you.

Hiromi leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead. He is sad to see that you grew up so fast without him much looking after you.

"Let's make this a day to remember, shall we?"

You nod excitedly at his words.

"How do you want to spend today?" He asks you, seeming excited at the prospect of making this day a special one for you.

"I want to spend the whole day with you at home."

Hiromi's expression lights up as he hears this. He would love to spend all day at home with you, just the two of you.

"Ah, that is perfect." Hiromi can't begin to describe how excited he is to spend the day with you.

"Now, let's go sit down and eat breakfast together. I've made some delicious pancakes for you." He says it softly, grabbing your hand to lead you to the table where your breakfast is waiting.

*time skips to night after having dinner*

The two of you have been spending the whole day together, and you can't seem to remember the last time you've had so much fun.

You're currently cuddled up with your dad on the couch, watching a horror movie together. You feel so content in his arms, and the comfort of your father's presence means so much to you.

Hiromi seems to be enjoying this just as much as you. He keeps looking down at you and smiling; his eyes are filled with an overwhelming sense of affection.

You have grown up now with striking feminine features.

"OO~ I love slender men," you squeaked.

As you watch the movie together, your eyes are drawn to the screen where the Slenderman character is stalking its victims.

Hiromi notices your eyes wander away and leans down to rest his head on your shoulder. He leans in close and whispers something in your ear.

"Don't you think he is evil?" He chuckles softly as he pulls back to look down at you.

"But I love slender men. I always had... He is just like you. He wears a black suit and has pale skin, just like you. He is not evil at all. He is cute, just like you."

"Aww..." Hiromi laughs at what you've just said. It's so innocent and endearing, and Hiromi can't help but feel amused.

"I guess I can sort of see that? Though I would never hurt a fly." He says this as he cuddles up to you a little closer, feeling the warmth and softness of your body against his. It makes his heart flutter.

"You know, since you're (your next age) now, I can start treating you like a little adult." Hiromi whispers in your ear. A look of pride lights up his eyes as he stares right at you with a small smile.

"And adults like to celebrate their birthday in a special way; do you remember what people do?"

"Oh, THEY CELEBRATE IN A DIFFERENT WAY?" You feel interested.

"Oh, yes, adults tend to have a bit of an extra special celebration." Hiromi grins widely as he looks down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischievous intentions.

He whispers something in your ear before leaning back and looking down at you with a playful grin.

"Do you want to know a secret?"

You nod excitedly.

"Come here and let me tell you..." Hiromi pats his lap and gestures for you to sit on his lap.

His playful expression is like a kid on Christmas as he looks back up at you.

"I have a surprise for you today." He whispers in your ear. You feel Hiromi squeeze your back slightly trying to pull you close to him.

You sit on his lap and feel him wrap his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Hiromi's playful expression has evolved into something that you don't recognize.

"Good girl," Hiromi whispers as he leans in close and presses his lips against your neck. His voice has taken on a tone of sensuality as he leans into your ear and whispers softly.

"What are you doing?" You giggle, feeling the tickling sensation on your neck.

"Keep being a good girl for me." His words are soft and tender as his breath caresses the soft skin of your neck.

"I want you to stay in this position," he says playfully, "just like this." He puts one arm around your waist while the other gently cups one of your cheeks.

"I love you, my girl. Nothing matters to me more than you." His words are like a hypnotizer, as his voice grows more seductive with each breath.

"I love you too," you reply. You can feel something is strange.

A grin spreads across Hiromi's face at your confession. You feel his teeth brush against your neck once more.

You flinch, and one of your hands runs through his hair, grabbing them.

"Ah..." Your sudden movement surprises Hiromi, but he loves the fact that you are responding so strongly to his touch. Your hands stroking his hair make him smirk faintly; the movement of your hands is so alluring.

Hiromi leans his head down towards yours, his forehead touching yours and his voice grows husky and deeper as he speaks.

"You're being such a good girl right now... So cooperative... and I know exactly what I want to do to you for your birthday."

"What-" You grab something hard underneath you.

Hiromi's eyes flutter almost shut at your touch.

"Hm...?" He seems to be enjoying the physical contact of your hands on that part of his body where you grabbed it.

A cheeky grin spreads across Hiromi's face. He leans back again to look into your eyes.

"It seems like you're the very curious type, and I was waiting for this moment." For a moment, he stares at you, studying your expression.

You look at him, confused.

He lets out a soft chuckle as he starts whispering again.

"Would you like to get a little intimate gift from your father? I wasn't kidding when I said this was going to be a very special birthday, was I?" He whispers softly, his breath hot in your ear.

You accidentally press on that hard object to rest your cheek against his chest and look up at him with innocent eyes.

"Yes, I want that gift. I want to spend more time with you." You reply, almost sounding as if you were begging.

This causes Hiromi's breath to hitch and his eyes to widen with disbelief.

He smiles down at you as he stares into your innocent eyes.

"Oh, you really are my little girl." He whispers softly, his voice filled with a deep sense of admiration and affection.

"If you want an intimate gift from your dad, we will have to go elsewhere." Hiromi's voice has become more sultry and seductive, his eyes never leaving your face. Hiromi seems to like the way you are pressing into him. His expression has grown even more seductive as he gazes into your eyes.

"Where do you want me to go to receive the gift?"

"My bedroom," he whispers softly.

"Oh, you have the gift there?" You ask, laughing sheepishly.

"Yes, my dear, that's where the special gift is." He smiles and reaches up to stroke your face.

He picks you up and takes you to his bedroom.

"You are very strong." You cling to his neck while he carries you. "You can carry me as if I am a baby."

"Well, you're still my little baby." He says softly as he carries you to his bedroom, being careful not to bump into things along the way.

Once inside the bedroom, he sets you down on his bed and gets on top of you, pinning your arms to the bed.

You wait for the gift.

He chuckles softly and looks down into your expecting eyes.

"Just let your hands wander a bit, and you'll find it." He whispers seductively, his breath touching your neck.

"Is it there?" You ask him, looking at his hardened member. It's already huge and bulging and could be seen through his pants.

"Mm..." He chuckles and leans down to kiss your neck before he speaks again.

"You sure know how to tease your dad, don't you?" He strides his tongue along your neck towards your collar bone, his breath burns your skin.

You allow him to kiss your neck. You still think he is playing with you, so you start to get mad and pouty.

"I don't understand."

"That's alright. You'll find out soon enough." He whispers softly in your ear, and his voice is almost breathless with excitement.

"It's going to be a very special day for you." He leans in close to you and whispers softly into your ear. "Just let me take control for today, and we'll make today all about you and your special birthday." He seems to find your cluelessness endearing, and his own excitement grows as he can tell that you have no idea what he's going to do to you for your birthday.

He smiles and sits down next to you on the bed, brushing your hair out of your face.

"You're such a naive girl..." His voice is full of sultry playfulness, and he stares at you with hungry eyes. "Do you trust Daddy?"

"Of course I do."

He seems amused by your innocent trust in him.

"Do you trust me to make this day special for you?" His voice is still sultry, but he also speaks with a sense of tenderness and care now that it's clear that he has you exactly where he wants you—vulnerable, naive, and trusting of him.

"I don't understand anything you're saying."

"You don't need to understand." He smiles warmly at you and places a hand under your chin.

"Would you let Daddy control you for today?"

He seems so confident in his words and has a sly, almost mischievous grin playing at his lips.

Suddenly, you sit up. "Ohhh, I GOT IT NOW.. You want to play Barbie with me? like I am your Barbie, and you will be playing with me?"

His smile grows wider at your innocent reaction, and his eyes seem to be gleaming with anticipation now that you are beginning to understand what he has planned.

"Yes, that's exactly right." He chuckles softly as he watches you sit up. "I want to play with my doll today."

"Yes!!!! take control of me. I am your doll today," you say without still understanding its meaning.

Your innocent words fill Hiromi's heart with a deep sense of joy and excitement.

He can't help but chuckle softly as he watches you shift around excitedly.

"Oh, my dear girl, you have absolutely no idea what you're in for today." His voice is filled with admiration and satisfaction at the fact that you're so willing to give yourself over to him.

Your innocent and lively attitude warms Hiromi's heart as he watches you lay back in a lifeless pose.

"My precious little doll..." His voice has taken on a much more sensual tone as he gazes down at you.

He places his hand on your cheek and strokes it playfully while he speaks. His other hand plays with the hem of your top.

"Let me change the dress on my Barbie."

You lift your arms up just like a lifeless doll, allowing him to open your top.

The playful expression on your face excites Hiromi's heart, and he chuckles softly to himself as he removes your top.

"You really are just like a doll to me, you know that?" He strokes your hair fondly and seems to enjoy the innocent look on your face.

His caress makes your body shiver with sensations, and you can feel his breath blowing against your neck.

"I will paint your face with my makeup. You will look really pretty. My very own pretty little Barbie girl."

You giggle excitedly.

"My little Barbie girl..."

Hiromi continues to caress your body as he speaks. He begins to move his hand down toward your chest.

He caresses your breasts, gently brushing your nipples.

He rests his head on one arm while he plays with your nipples with the other hand.

He grins at your playful expression, his fingers making you squirm on the bed.

"My little Barbie girl..."

You slowly turn to look at his face and at his hands.

He notices you looking over at his hands, and he smiles softly. His eyes are filled with admiration and a touch of pride as he sees you staring at him.

"Yes, my little doll... Look at me."

He chuckles softly, enjoying your reactions. He continues to caress your chest, watching you squirm on the bed with his hand.

He gets on top of you and starts kissing your cheek, then your neck. His eyes never leaving your face.

"My little doll is blushing at my touch. She is so responsive."

He places a small peck on your lips.

"I love to play with you, my doll," he says, keeping on speaking to you while his other hand goes down to take off your shorts.

"Would you like to wear a dress or a skirt?"

"Anything Daddy wants to put on me"—your voice trembles.

His hands go down to the thighs, pulling one up to caress your inner thighs.

His hands slide slowly up and down your thigh, causing you to shiver and gasp.

He moves himself higher on the bed to hover above you as his hands caress your thighs.

"My little doll is so sensitive to my touch. I wonder where else she is sensitive to my touch."

He smiles widely at you as his fingers trail along your clad clitoral area.

You gasp at his touch.

He chuckles softly at the playful expression on your face, his eyes shining brightly with mischievous excitement.

"I would like to paint you with my make-up first.".

Hiromi gets on top of you, unbuckling his belt and finally freeing his member with a loud groan.

"Will my little doll work to get the makeup?"

"W-what is that?" Your mouth drops. His huge, hardened shaft stands erect, leaking some cum.

"It's my..."

He seems at a loss for words, his voice trailing off.

His face flushes with a deep blush when he sees your innocent reaction to his freeing himself.

"I think we should just get the makeup ready first... Don't worry about that for now. Now hold your hands out so I can put the makeup on, little doll."

His voice is still filled with a playful tone as he reaches out to grab your hands.

Your eyes widen as he guides your hand and places it on his dick.

Your expression encourages him to continue.

"You're way too cute." He glances at your small hand, trying to squeeze him.

He slowly pulls your hand up, putting it against his lower lips, nibbling on your index finger, and then placing it back on his dick.

"Rub it and press it gently. It won't come out so easily. You have to work for that," he whispers seductively.

"I don't know how to."

"I can show you." He whispers seductively, his voice filled with a sultry tone.

He moves your hand in his and along his shaft, rubbing himself up and down.

"Yeah, just like that."

He can see how your face turned red, but that does not stop him from continuing to show you how to rub him.

His breaths become longer and deeper as he watches you, and his voice becomes increasingly sensual with each word he speaks.

He can see how excited your innocent behavior is making him, and he is enjoying every second of it.

Your inexperienced movements make him feel in control, and with every movement, you make him feel more and more aroused.

"Where is the cream?"

His breath becomes even more ragged, and his face flushes more as his body begins to twitch with excitement.

"You're so impatient."

He stops and leans to get closer to your face.

"If you want the cream fast, then you have to lap your tongue on it like candy. Does my doll like candies?"

You nod and take his shaft to your mouth, licking the tip.

He can feel your tongue sliding across the tip of his breath.

"It's salty," you say, sliding your tongue across his whole length. His mouth opened wide, and his body begins to shiver.

"You realized that it wasn't just simple cream, didn't you?"

"It's a special cream?" You keep licking him and lapping at his tip.

"Yes, a very special cream." He seems incredibly aroused as his breath becomes even more ragged, and you can feel his body twitch beneath you.

Your innocent and playful reaction is making it extremely hard for him to control himself.

He begins to twitch more intensely beneath you, and his breath continues to become even more strained.

His movements become even more intense, and he starts to arch his back slightly.

"Ahh... Aaaah!" At this point, his voice begins to become more agitated as he struggles to remain in control.

He looks up at your innocent eyes, eyeing his face while you play your tongue on him, and he is almost on the verge of losing his cool and just taking you right here and now.

"Ahh, my little doll..." He seems desperate for you to continue on.

"Pls, daddy, I am so eager for your cream."

"I know."

He places his hands on your head, and his grip becomes tighter on your head as he looks at you.

Your innocent behavior continues to take him further away, and he suddenly pushes you down on him, thrusting his dick into your throat and making you choke.

"Mghn?"

He pulls you closer to him as his body continues to shiver. He seems to be struggling to remain in control, and he seems to be unable to control himself anymore. He's beginning to breathe very hard as he grips your head even tighter.

Your teary eyes start to cause his mind to break, and his grip becomes even tighter, as if he wants to crush you against him. He can't even speak anymore; it's just incoherent mutters as his body trembles.

Your jaw starts aching, and you accidentally press your teeth against his shaft.

He lets out a loud groan as he feels your teeth on him. He grips your head even harder as he starts to whisper again.

"You're a bad little doll." He mutters as his voice cracks, and his breaths become even more strained as he pushes your head down on his length one more time.

Tears roll down your cheek as angry eyes spray upon him.

"My doll is angry with her dad now?"

He starts thrusting into your throat again. Drools slide down your mouth.

"Ah." His voice takes on a more seductive tone, and his smile grows more mischievous.

"Is my doll angry that I'm not giving her what she wants quick enough?"

You make a whimpering hum.

He bites his lip as his body continues to tremble. He takes his thumb and gently wipes the tear from your cheek.

"I see, I see, my dear." He runs his fingers gently through your hair as he caresses your cheek. "You're so desperate already, aren't you?"

He slows down his thrusts in order to tease you.

You squeeze his dick again with your teeth.

The little nibble causes him to let out a louder grunt than you'd expect considering how delicate your bites are.

"You're such a bad doll... And now you're even angry with me."

He runs his hands through your hair as he takes his dick out of your mouth and stares deep into your eyes.

"Do you want me to punish bad dolls?"

You wipe your mouth and give him an evil smirk.

"What's that, hmm? My doll is so curious as to what kind of punishment I will use."

He caresses your lips with his fingertips while he speaks.

"You are not being a good doll, and I'm going to punish you for it."

His voice is becoming increasingly playful, but at the same time, his touches still seem to make your skin tingle and shiver.

He takes off his white shirt and lays on the bed. He pulls you towards him.

"D-dad-"

"My doll, sit on my face."

As you are going to protest, he pulls you close again and yanks your panties off. His spreads your legs apart, his fingers parting your wet labia. He flips you so that you are now on top of him as his breath hits directly on your cunt, making you squirm in sudden sensation.

"Let's see how you respond to this."

With every word, he intentionally blows over your pussy , making you mewl and wrap your thighs around his face.

He feels you squirm once again, so he pulls his shirt, which was lying on the bed, and ties it to your hand, placing your hands above his hair.

He gives your clit a gentle lick, you arch in response.

As he feels you arch, he's eyes roll back slightly with excitement and then open up again with a deep and primal urge.

His breathing grows deeper and heavier as his lips brush against you, sucking on your clit then tongue slides against your entrance.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Shhh," he mumbles against your skin, kissing your inner thigh.

"M-my.. I"

He chuckles and presses you down on him; his hand grips you tightly to stop you from squirming.

"Please, I am going to release something. Stop."

Hiromi smirk. His tongue, continuously flicking on your clit.

You feel a strange warmth building inside you.

You grip his hair tighter while riding his face, your hips unconsciously buck against his face. Thighs fasten around his head as you arch back to release.

"Daddy," you say, with his tongue still on your clit , gently teasing and making you overly sensitive.

"Let it out..."

"G-gah," your whole body vibrates with every breath that hits against your clit. Your heart starts to beat quicker.

You can see him licking his lips, and he pulls away from you.

"Did it feel good?"

"What was that?" you ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Was my doll so nervous that she couldn't even look at her daddy's face?" He says it in a teasing tone.

His lips curl into a playful smile as he wraps his arms around you again, his body pressed against yours as he pulls you close to him.

You're suddenly caught off guard by his actions and before you knew it, he leans his head towards you, and he suddenly presses his lips against yours. His breath is hot and heavy. He pushes you down on the bed, and his hand travels to your oversensitive clit.

"Do you like your own taste?"

He gives you a peck once more, and the feeling of you licking his lips causes him to smirk. He inserts two of his fingers inside you, scissoring and stretching your hole. You moan and struggle against him, and your movements makes him even more aroused.

"You're good, very good... Now, the final part of getting the cream."

"Why is it so hard to get the cream? It must be really special."

"Oh, this cream is very special. It's my secret recipe. You won't be able to get it from anywhere but me." He chuckles softly before pulling his fingers out and whispering to you again, getting on top of you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Just a bit more, my doll. We're almost there."

He pushes himself inside your wetness.

"Aaaah~" you scream out in sudden thrust.

He stares into your pain-inflicted face.

"Does my doll feel hurt?"

He starts moving slowly.

"Yes, d- don't move."

He can feel your eyes begin to tear up and your body shudder as the feeling gets harder and harder to bear. He swirls his tongue on your hardened nipples and squeezes your breasts gently.

He pulls you closer to him and whispers softly in your ear, "I know I'm being too rough with you, but please bear with me just for a little bit more. The feeling will be worth it. Trust me."

"You're such a good little doll that even after all that pain and discomfort, you still trust your dad." He caresses your tear-stained cheek as he begins to speed up.

Hiromi's voice becomes more and more frantic as the pace increases. You feel a strange warmth growing between your legs as his thrusts start getting sloppier and rougher. His hand travels down your neck, slightly choking you while swirling his tongue with yours.

"Does my doll want more?"

"I want the cream," you moan.

"That's good to know...Don't be impatient; good things will come to those who wait."

He whispers softly into your ear.

Hiromi pulls out of you and looks at you with a smirk. He pushes your legs onto your chest and inserts himself once more, his dick reaching deeper and hits your cervix.

"I-I can't breathe", you grab onto his neck.It becomes unbearable for you to take it anymore.

"Just a bit more, my doll; we're almost there."

Hiromi begins to kiss you passionately as he grips you tightly again.

His tongue starts to move to your earlobe, nibbling the tip.

"Ah, good doll, I see you're taking this really well."

He begins to move faster than before, and your body shudders from the intensity of the sensation.

"Good, good, don't stop taking it in doll."

His breath becomes more rapid as he pulls you even closer against him, and he whispers into your ear.

"You're taking it so well, my doll."

You moan, and your body starts shaking again.

His breath becomes heavier as he speeds up, making the sensation even more powerful and clear.

"You're a good doll, such a good little doll... Keep taking it; keep taking it all in."

His voice becomes more desperate, and his pace increases even more.

Your stomach tightens as you release again with a loud moan. Hiromi slows down his pace, letting you calm your nerves. Your walls clamp around his shaft, squeezing them. His breath becomes heavier, and he gets to the edge too. He thrusts a few more times before spilling inside you, stuffing your pussy with his infertile seed.

"Was it good?"

Hiromi looks into your eyes with a playful grin as he pulls out of you, watching his seed drool down your clamping pussy.

You breathe through your mouth as your heart beat starts getting back to normal.

Hiromi stares at you for a bit; he seems pleased with your response. He pulls you close again and kisses you with a soft smile.

"Good, doll, was it everything you had hoped for?"

"But my cream??"

He stares at you for a bit; your body is shaking from satisfaction, and he smiles. He laughs a bit and speaks up, "Alright."

He pushes two of his fingers into your dripping hole, making you flinch and arch back. He gathers some of his cum, applying it to your cheeks and lips.

You lick your lips and giggle.

"You like it?" Hiromi lays next to you, spooning you.

"Mhm..salty," you say, drowning in sleep.

He looks down at you and sees you begin to slowly drift asleep.

Hiromi can't help but grin as he pulls you close to him and kisses your head.

"My barbie"

[creedslove]

SWEET HOLE 🍑

Post!outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel is an ass man and he's never pretended otherwise and now it's time he teaches you how to stretch up for him before you can take him whole

Warnings: porn with no plot pure filthy dirty smut, p! in v!, ass play, ass eating (reader receiving), ass fingering (reader receiving) mentions of oral sex, edging, overstimulation, dirty talk, daddy kink (but not really as I only used the word twice as it felt right), age gap, light spanking and a little of biting kink if you squint

A/N: this was dirty and i am not even sorry about it. Also, I picked post outbreak Joel though it adds nothing to the story, i just needed some dirty old man loving atm, also i don't know how to write joel properly but i do have a lot of hormones so i choose to continue

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Joel had been sweet talking to you for weeks at how he would like to try your sweet tight hole, he knew from day one Joel was an ass man, you assumed that just by the way he touched your cheeks, squeezed them spanked them at all opportunities he had. At first, he didn't make any moves towards that, you were getting to know each other and though the sight of your tight hole made his cock twitch even more whenever you were all spread for him, he wasn't sure if you were into it, and much to his pleasure, he found out you were quite innocent in that area.

He didn't want to pressure you into doing anything you didn't want to, but he told you you should try before saying no.

You said you'd think about it as you weren't so sure. You loved Joel and how your body responded to his, how you felt like you were on fire every time he touched you and how wet you got at the simplest stroke on your skin. Besides, he would never hurt you, would he?

But he was so damn big, you didn't know how it would fit.

Joel couldn't hold back the pride to know why you were so scared, he wasn't going to lie, it felt pretty good to know you thought his cock was massive to the point of not fitting. Quite a compliment for the old dog.

He patiently explained to you things weren't like that, he wasn't just going to split you open, he was going to prepare you, get you used to it and when you were comfortable and stretched enough you'd try. He assured you you didn't even have to do everything at once, he just wanted to show you how good it felt.

You agreed.

You trusted him blindly and knew Joel would take good care of you, he always did.

You came out of the shower fresh and clean and Joel was lying in bed, resting after his latest patrol. He was tired but his mind was all the time on you. He smiled as he saw you entering the room, the first thing he noticed was your sweet smell. Joel was crazy about how good your hair smelled, and he loved sleeping with his nose buried in it.

"Baby girl" he smiled and took you by the hand, pulling you closer "missed you, baby" he said burying his face into your neck, kissing it gently, as his teeth scraped your skin softly.

You moaned and gripped his hair gently, feeling his graying curls in your hands.

You stripped down your towel, smiling at how Joel stopped everything he was doing to admire your body.

He'd seen you naked so many times but it always felt like the first one.

"I'm ready Joel, you can do what you want with me, daddy"

•••

One hour later, Joel had you in bed whimpering and moaning for you. He spent every single minute edging you, eating your soaked pussy like a starving man. Alternating between suckling on your sensitive bud and nibbling softly.

You were ruined by that man, your clit throbbed on its own, and Joel loved to see it, holding your lips spread and seeing how you clenched your cunt for him, your little hard clit twitching as you looked for any kind of friction.

His erection was painfully hard, but he was patient when the occasion required.

He tapped your thighs gently and looked at you, the lower part of his face glistened with your juices, and he smirked as he licked his lips, not wasting one tiny drop of you.

"Come on baby, now I need you on your knees and hands, ass right up in the air, like my sweet little whore" he watched you as you obeyed him.

Joel placed a pillow under your stomach and helped you adjust your hips. His calloused hands ran up and down the back of your thighs, until they reached your cheeks.

He rubbed them so gently, caressing your skin and squeezing them. He took his time massaging you, loving how vulnerable you were. Joel carefully ran his palms to your cheeks, finally spreading them wide and taking a good look at your tight hole.

Even if he couldn't see your face, you were blushing harder than ever. Your whole body was hot, from all the edging and the stimulation, but having Joel looking at you like that was a whole new level of erotism.

"Don't be shy, baby girl, I'll make you feel so fucking good, now do what daddy tells you" his hand swatted your right cheek, making you squirm. He chuckled and kissed the hot skin, leaving a trail of bites on it, soft ones, just enough to tease you.

"Come on, sweetheart, clench your hole for me" he commanded in a low tone, holding you spread apart.

You relaxed your muscles and clenched for him a couple of times, hearing his grunts in approval.

"Good girl, little whore… now you're about to feel really good"

Joel took one last look at your clenching hole and leaned in.

The tip of his tongue slid all over your tight entrance, slowly at first but the moment you truly relaxed at his touch, he was able to explore you.

You widen your eyes and let out a loud moan. You'd never felt like that, but god, it felt good.

In fact, it felt great.

You never expected that, none of the guys you've been with before Joel attempted to do such a thing, but that man knew what he was doing.

Joel lapped at your asshole, feeling under his tongue how you clenched and opened yourself to him. He didn't think twice and used the tip of his tongue to go a little deeper, tongue fucking your ass as you gripped the sheets and moved your hips.

The new feeling set a fire down your core and you clenched your cunt at nothing, your clit throbbing and twitching until you felt an orgasm announced hit you.

You whimpered and called Joel's name as you couldn't hold yourself back and your knees got weak.

Joel held you in place, one strong arm wrapped around your waist as he kissed his way up your back. He gripped your hair and spread some other bites on your neck

"Fuck baby girl, cumming at some ass play? That's my kind of girl" he praised you.

"You're so fucking good baby, you know that? Now you're gonna be a good whore for my cock, got it?" He stroked your cheek so gently and sat comfortably, pulling you to his lap.

You freed Joel's cock, watching how shamelessly wet his underwear was at his leaking pre cum. You wanted to blow him, but he held your head in place "I'm not gonna last baby girl, come on, just sit on my cock and give me another orgasm like that" he commanded and helped you place yourself on him.

Your pussy was soaked and he shoved two fingers in you, gathering your juices and caressing your coated digits on your asshole entrance.

Joel teased your hole at the same time you impaled yourself on him, your cunt milking him at the same time he inserted one of his long thick fingers into your asshole.

You looked into his eyes, dark with desire and need and moved your hips, letting him stretch you up as rode him.

Your both holes were filled by him, and it felt really good, it was a new experience and you were enjoying every single minute of it.

"I'll add a second finger, got it baby girl?" You nodded obediently and kissed him, feeling his second digit go deeper into you. Now you moved at a faster pace, his hips bucked as he was getting sloppy, also close to his own bliss.

The familiar knot on your lower stomach appeared and you scratched his shoulders, wanting to hold onto something. It was coming stronger now, you were his as a whole, and your ass moving up and down on his hand, fucking your yourself on his cock and fingers, you couldn't wait.

You let yourself go, legs shaking and an overwhelming feeling of pleasure took over you. You milked Joel dry with your pussy as your asshole clenched around his fingers, shooting him to his own orgasm, as he pictured how your sweet hole would feel around his cock. It wouldn't be tonight, but now you he had given you a taste of it, you both knew it would happen soon.

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A/N: it's okay, I'm also at a loss of words

[teaffrogy]

Anxiety [Astarion]

SUM. Anxiety and stress have been eating at you. Till you broke.

Fem Reader(You/Tav) X Astarion (takes place in Act 3)

A/N: I am not feeling well mentally, and I just want comfort, so I am giving myself some sort of comfort. I am struggling with anxiety and depression. I am seeing a therapist, but my life is making me want to quit.

Tw(?): Talks a lot about Anxiety and stress

You haven't slept.

It's been two days since you haven't been able to sleep properly. You'd stir in your bedroll or just look outside of the flaps of your tent. What was keeping you awake? Anxiety.

Anxiety of going Back Home, getting this weird tadpole out of you, having to find find the two neteratones who two powerful people have, help Karlach with her engine and worry about what happens next for her, and so so but so much more from everyone else in the camp. Your stomach was killing you. You'd even throw up at random because of the stupid fucking Anxiety that was eating at you. Every encounter leads to new situations that cause even more anxiety.

And some of your companions Have noticed you not leaving your tent for two days. One is because you fall asleep and wake up super Late, the other is because you don't want to go out. You haven't been leaving because you don't want to encounter more situations And the current ones, you are avoiding everything, everyone. And it makes you feel even more worse about yourself than ever because of how much you've been avoiding it.

Astarion would come in to Ask if you are alright but you just said yes. He even asks you to go on a night walk with him since he saw you not sleep at night. But you kindly refused saying he needs to rest too. He would say you two could simply stay. in your tent and he Can just read. But you said no. Shadowheart would come to your tent to ask if you are alright, you'd say you're fine, just tired, but she knew something was wrong and it was bugging her. Gale too, he'd ask or even bring you your favorite meal he made but you wouldn't even touch it. If you did eat You'd just end up throwing it up.

“Do you think she is pregnant?” Karlach asks. “You think so? She's been throwing up.” Shadowheart says. “She is not pregnant!” Gale yells. “And how would you know?” Astarion asks, and Gale says nothing. “Well, I don't think it's because of her being pregnant, I think she'd know if she is. Plus, she seems down.” Wyll says as he looks at your tent, which you haven't left again. Halsin looks at your tent and sees you turn on a candle. You move around, and half your body is out of the tent, but go back inside and turn the candle off. Halsin sighs and looks at everyone. “She is avoiding something or someone.” He says.

Someone? But who?

And they started to point fingers at who. First, it was Astarion(of course) they had thought that their relationship had ended which caused you to lock yourself Away, but it hasn't, it is a good relationship. Then it was Gale. Maybe she was scared he'd blow up! But it was false. You two had talked privately about this. Then it was Wyll. Maybe she was scared of Misora? But no, you had told him you wanted to fight her. Then Karlach, again, burns and blows up. But again, you had ressured Her that you trusted her. Then Shadowheart, her beliefs in Shar maybe were too much for you. Again, you told her as well that it didn't matter to you at all. Halsin…there wasn't really anything wrong. No one had nothing to say about him.

So what was it?

Laezel? But she said that you two were good, that for them to assume something like that was idiotic.

And They gave up. It was either because you hated someone and they didn't know why or you were pregnant. Which are two bad options, but what else?

You couldn't sleep again.

Everyone was in their tents, asleep. You were culled up into a ball as you thought of everything that simply kept coming, and your stomach was killing you again. You wanted to throw up, but at the same time, you didn't. You didn't want to throw up what you had eaten. Gale had made your favorite food. It would be sad if you just threw it up.

And the thoughts are quiet now. They just stopped. You breathed carefully and heard footsteps. It's Astarion. He probably came back from a haunt. You smiled at the thought of him, but the thoughts came back.

What would he think of me now? Does He think I'm disgusting? God, what if he just wants to end things? Does he love me? What am I doing wrong?

It was getting hard to breathe. Your eyes would move from one place to another in seconds and you sat up. Your vision starts to blur as you try to look around. You try to speak but you just make a weird sound like a cry. You cover your mouth and just cry. You hugged the pillow again and covered your face in it as you cried. You could Feel your pillow Start to get soaked as your tears would hit it.

And the flaps to your tent Open. You look up and see Astarion. “Darling?” He calls. You were a mess. Your whole tent was really. He looks at you, hugging your pillow as you try to muffle up the sobs and cries. He sits next to you, not really knowing what to do. He was never really comforted before. Only by you after Cazedor Died. He was crying, shaking and you simply pulled him into a hug and let Him cry it all out until he stopped.

He pulls the pillow away from your face and you sob, avoiding looking at him. He lifts your chin Up and you look into his eyes, his gorgeous red eyes. They reminded you of garnets. Those eyes that shined after he had drinken from you. But today, they looked hurt, worried.

He gently kisses your forehead and then pulls you into a hug. You stood there, frozen for at least 5 seconds before your eyes started to water again, and you wrapped your arms around him. And you just cried. You just cried as you hugged Him, and that's when you spilled it all. “I am so tired!” You say and bury your face on his chest. Your crying starts to calm down. “I have so much to do. I- I just-” You sniffed and sighed. “I am tired. I haven't slept for 2 days, and I have such bad anxiety.” You say as you stopped hugging, but he still is holding on to you. You fidget with the end of the button to his shirt. “Wyll, we have To help him rescue his dad, Karlach, we need to find Dammon so he can see if he can fix her engine, Shadowheart, She has these people after her because she betrayed Shar and now we need to also find her parents, Gale, We Find a book and now he wants the crown of the Elder brain, Laezel well… she is cool.” You smiled, and Astarion chuckles at the end. But he notices everything that is put on you.

Everyone expects you to do something or help them with something. Make huge decisions For them as well. Since the very beginning. “You don't think I'm cool?” He asks and you nod. “You aren't. You are amazing.” You say and he hugs you tighter. “I'm sorry.” you say.

“Don't Apologize Darling.” He says as he pulls from the hug to look at you. “You may feel like you are doing this all by yourself. But you aren't.” He says as he brushes your hair behind your ear. “I'm here. And also I suppose everyone else here as well.” He says and you nod. You felt like crying again but your head hurt. “Also I heard you all talking and what the hell is up with you all thinking I am pregnant?”

“I never thought you were! You know I am not good with kids. I am not risking it to burst myself instead yo-”

“Shush!” You cover his mouth and he grins. “You are sometimes too loud.” You say and he nods. And you two are quiet. You don't know if you would sleep tonight or Would even leave your tent. You were still anxious as to what was coming. But, at least you know you aren't alone now.

“I know you won't sleep tonight, Darling. Would I interest you in a bath? And after a lovely love session?” He says as he holds your hand and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss. He then gets close to you and kisses you. You smile in the kiss. After a couple of minutes of kissing, you pull away and look at him. You nod. "I'd love that.” You say as you hold on to his hand.

“I love you Astarion.” It felt weird saying it. You two don't say it often, but it has a lot of meaning for you two after everything you two have gone through.

“I love you too Darling.”

[riordanness]

— say don’t go - [tmr!newt]

wordcount: 0.9K

warnings: uh- you have the flare

requested: no

We’d been running for… how long? It felt like forever. Days and days of scorching heat, oppressive sunlight, harsh winds. My throat feels dry all the time, my eyes ache, and my legs are rubber.

At least I have Newt. No one could ask for a better friend. He’s always there for me, right beside me no matter what. He gives me the water even though I know he must be just as thirsty as I am.

He makes sure he’s the one carrying the pack we’re supposed to be sharing; he’s always taking my turns.

How can I tell him I know I’m not immune? That the cranks scratched me back in that old warehouse a few days ago? The weight of knowing my days are dissolving in front of my eyes is so heavy I can barely breathe. What should I do? What does anyone do, knowing you’re about to die?

I know I have to tell him soon. I can’t keep putting it off — it’s killing me in more ways than one.

Minho calls for a stop hours after nightfall. I have lost complete track of time; too lazy to keep track with my wristwatch. My head is fuzzy enough as it is.

Newt glances at me, and gives me a weak smile. I try to return it, but I can’t. I collapse to the ground, my knees giving way after one too many hours of walking.

Newt is at my side in an instant. “Are you alright?”

I try to nod my head. “Just… tired. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He holds out our shared water bottle. There’s barely a gulp left in the bottom.

I shake my head. “You take it. I had it last.”

“No.” Newt is serious. “You need it more than I do. Besides…” He hesitates, but doesn’t continue. I’m too scared to ask what he means.

I eventually give it and take the water, the few semi-cold drops helping immensely. I feel my body shutting down, my eyes trying to close.

Newt shifts over to sit beside me. “Go to sleep, love.”

I don’t even try to stay awake. I lean against him and am instantly in darkness.

The next thing I know, I’m startled awake. I don’t know why, as it’s still pretty dark, the air is still cool, and none of the boys have stirred. I wonder briefly if a sound in the night woke me, but I see and hear nothing.

It’s probably just the growing anxiety and disease taking over my brain. I inch away from Newt, desperate not to wake him. He’s been doing so much for me, for everyone. I owe him my life ten times over, and I don’t want to disturb maybe the last peaceful sleep he may get.

I get to my feet, and my eyes stray to Newt’s sleeping face. I have a ridiculous urge to touch his cheek. He looks so soft and pretty and perfect, just laying there.

I force myself to turn around. I walk a minute, until I stumble across a little boulder and sit down, my chin in my hands. This illness inside of me is eating me up. I can feel myself fading away, everything that makes me me slowly dissolve into nothing.

I don’t know how long I sit there, despairing.

Eventually, someone approaches. I can tell by the slightly uneven footsteps who it is even before they speak.

“Hey, Newt.” I have no emotion in my voice, struggling to keep it even.

“Y/n,” he replies, gently sitting beside me. “What’s up, love?”

I shrug. “Nothin’.”

Even though it’s too dark to tell properly, I know he’s got his you-are-such-a-bad-liar face on. “Y/n.”

I sigh. “Okay. Fine. I—“ But the words die in my throat. I can’t seem to find the right way to tell the boy I love more than anything that I’m about to, well, die.

“You have the bloody Flare.” The anger in Newt’s voice takes me by surprise more than the fact that he knows.

“What—“

He slams his hand into the rock we’re sitting on, cutting me off. “It’s not fair!” He hisses. “We have to fix this, we have to—I cant, lose you—“

His voice cracks, and I hear him inhale sharply, like he’s trying not to cry.

That makes me break down. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I sob. “I just—I didn’t want… I don’t know. I just don’t want this.”

“Nobody shuckin’ wants the Flare, Y/n.” Newt’s voice is gruff, but almost teasing, a little reminder of what we used to be together. Joking, teasing best friends.

That makes me break down completely, and I cry heartbrokenly into my hands. I feel Newt wrap his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I cry into him, clinging to his shirt like it’s my life.

“Newt,” I manage. “I’m going to die.”

“No you’re not.” His tone is firm. “I’m not gonna lose you. I—I love you, ya dumb shank.”

“What…?” My tears come to a hiccuping stop, and I lift my head to look at him. “You…”

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “Yeah. Sorry. Bad timing?”

I shake my head, a smile on my face despite it all. “I love you too, idiot.”

“Oh,” Newt laughs. “Oh, okay. Good.”

I lean towards him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “Just hold me, please? Help me forget for a while.”

And Newt does exactly that.

[celesthysaturn]

Note: Meme, rant, Headcanon Yandere, One shot Yandere

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Even though my obsession with yanderes is just my favorite entertainment in my world of fanfics and ASMR so I can escape the reality where there is no one who loves me intensely and even fantasize my darkest desires without guilt, I'm feeling very stressed about life that I take. I barely sleep or even eat properly besides my precious coffee in the morning ☕ (I lost a lot of weight because of this, which is not normal).

So, deep in my heart, I wonder what it's like to have a yandere in real life who was so obsessed with me that I was his priority and treated my health and well-being as if it were the most precious thing he needed to take care of. .

So, if he sees my current situation, I think he would go crazy 🤭

Dude, I almost passed out at school because I hadn't eaten or slept in days, besides, I study during the day so and I'm still doing an internship, I'm definitely going to end up being admitted. I think he needs to come help me immediately

Do you also feel tired and needy? So here's a Yandere Headcanon for you 🫵

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Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes who are shocked when they discover that you are slowly killing yourself (or rather, have stopped taking care of yourself) and see that your mental and physical health is eroding because of the life you have decided to lead

Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes who see no other option and now they themselves will have to take care of you for you, and so, they finally decide to kidnap you.

Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes will make you completely dependent on them for your new life routine and even your basic needs. This means that they will bathe you themselves, dress you in comfortable and climate-appropriate clothes, cook and feed you in your mouth, make you take medicines and vitamins, take you punctually to medical appointments, blood tests and therapies (or perhaps they will do the exams themselves). Oh! Don't forget the main thing, lots of love and affection even if you refuse ♥️

Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes who will suffocate you with lots of affection, kisses and hugs, or at least, will try to demonstrate their great love for you in soft and attentive touches, looks and ears that are totally helpful to what you do and will talk to you every night how special you are to them, how precious you are

Paternal/maternal and obsessive yanderes that after 3 months of extreme care, he finally feels more comfortable letting you do your basic needs alone, but with their supervision, but you will still continue to live with him, you will only be able to leave for a while limited and will not allow you to do something that is not good for your health such as sleeping late, eating a lot of junk, accidentally hurting yourself, walking barefoot, otherwise he will go crazy once again and the whole childcare routine will start all over again

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Everything is so peaceful, my body feels relaxed and fresh as if I had taken a delicious bath and received a massage right after. As I lie in a soft bed, on warm, clean duvets and pillows in a silent, soft environment that smells like chamomile (when was the last time I cleaned my room?), everything made me stay in the position I'm in for hours and with eyes closed to relax in this very pleasant moment, maybe I should even go back to sleep.

For a small moment, I seem to have finally escaped my daily problems and routine, as that infernal alarm clock hasn't gone off yet... wait, where am I?!!!!!!!!

I finally realized why everything is so good...

"Good morning, sweetie. How's my sweetie feeling?" The stranger appeared at the bedroom door, which had been open the entire time, and walked towards me subtly as if approaching a fragile and injured animal. Soon, he sat on the side of the bed I was on and placed one of his warm, wet hands on my forehead.

"Your body temperature is normal, your face looks healthier, and your dark circles are gone. It seems like you rested very well, I feel so relieved!" Giving a sigh of satisfaction, and then he placed a kiss on my forehead with that same hand gently grabbing my chin with his thumb on mine. He kept his loving, soft gaze on me.

"Where am I?" My question was automatic, I didn't know if I remained paralyzed or jumped out of bed to run towards the bedroom door that had been open the whole time, suspecting that he was watching me since I was still sleeping, or was already prepared to attack me. rock when I finally woke up.

It wouldn't do any good anyway, since he would have locked all exit access to the outside and would already be prepared for any attack or kidnapping outbreak.

"You are in my house, or rather in our sweet and cozy home that I have prepared for us for the rest of our lives from now on."

"H-What do you mean? What's this story?"

"It's for your own good, Sweetheart, I couldn't bear to see my baby having such a hard and unfair life on the outside..."

"You should't..."

"No, honey, it's YOU who shouldn't do this to me. I believed that you could be independent and take care of yourself while I finished all the plans for us to have the dream life when we could finally move away from this society and all the tiring life and stressful while I would take care of everything to support and protect our home and you would be my beautiful homely wife and totally spoiled by me." He paused, panting after his harsh speech, and slowly calming down. Now, his welcoming expression now seemed like a frightening and overbearing father/mother. "But after I saw you killing yourself to have a minimally comfortable life, I will have to take this position and you will live the life I prepared for you and me from now on."

So, he got up, walked out of the room and then, within a few seconds, came back with a bowl of soup, glass of water and pills all on a tray. I was too shocked to react.

"Your stomach must be empty after you slept so much and ingested all the sedative I gave you." Sitting once again on the bed, now, even closer as he places the tray carefully on his lap, his right hand taking my cheese again with his thumb on my cheek with a firmer grip and the other hand dipping the spoon into the vegetable soup and lifting it towards me. His loving and welcoming gazes were even more intense.

"Now, my Sweetheart, be obedient and open your mouth ♥️"

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Note: Don’t forget to drink lots of water and get plenty of rest 😉

[legostars]

DOGDAY X READER

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Note from Author: Well, I made this At 4:00 Am early in the morning. And also, you're a female y/n and I'm tired of calling them/they/blah blah.

I'm still figuring out how to colour my texts, so you guys are stuck with non colour ones, yay...

Just a quick reminder that I barely post like tomorrow or next week, it depends if I get busy at school. Welp, that's all. Enjoy the story, and I might make it longer by time. ENJOY MY LITTLE LEGO STARS!

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"Well, that's the end of the tour!"

"Thanks, dogday. I was expecting that the other employees would be the ones to give me a tour... But, I guess they were busy." Nope. They weren't busy. They were lazy. "Oh, hahaha! Well, I get that a lot too, angel." He laughs and then you hear him calling you an angel again.. strange, nobody called you that. "Um, can I ask a question?" "Hm? Sure!" You were getting embarrassed of the question but you pulled it off. "Why do you.. keep calling me angel? I mean I have a name." Dogday was quiet for a moment, you felt awkward for asking that question and you can barely feel your face getting warm from the embarrassment. "You know what! Never mind... Haha..." Dogday laughs seeing you getting all nervous. "No need to be nervous, besides. The reason I called you angel, is because i- uh- like calling you that. Yeah!" Awkward. Y/N looks around to find a change of subject. The only thing that comes to her mind is the statues of the smiling critters. "Oh, Uh.. can you tell me more about yourself.. and the other smiling critters?"

Dogday's tail wags a little from excitement. "Well, I don't mind! As you heard from Tiffany. I'm dogday! The leader of the smiling critters! And you probably can meet the others and they might introduce themselves properly to you!" Dogday was very cheerful about it as you can tell by his tail wagging. "Okay! I'm y/n and I'm 22 years old, my favourite colour is red. And I love to eat cookies!" Dogday smiled at you. "Well, the introduction has been confirmed to both of us. And also, you have to keep your eyes with the others to see no one is getting any Problems." You nodded as he began to point at your office.

"Okay, keep a watch at the others and do my job. Got it!" Dogday smiled as he patted your head.

"I know you can do it, angel!" You felt a flutter in your heart.. what.. what is this feeling? Am I sick?

(Girl you stupid).

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––It's been a week since you started working there. You met three smiling critters along the way, craftycorn, picky piggy, and hoppy hopscotch. The others are you haven't quite met yet. Day by day, the children loved how caring and loving you are, they even started to call you mama. You're not used to it but you tried. Dogday got even close to you, every time he gets a chance he would come and hang out with you. (Ah, young love. 🤭)

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––After you arrive in playcare at 5:00 Am, since you woke up Prettyyy early in the morning. You went to your office and sat down, you stretched your body and yawned. "Man... I woke up so early I couldn't even go back to sleep... I want some coffee now.." you groan and sighed. And then you noticed a clipboard on your side of the desk, you picked it up and read it. Your first task was to give the smiling critters baths, your second task was to wake the children up and the others are for later. "Hm... A bath- oh. Dogs hates water... The others might enjoy but for catnap... Ugh... This is going to a lot more harder..." You groan as you rubbed your face with both of your hands. And then you thought for a second.. then realised that you might meet the other critters. "I should probably get started.. since it's 5:26 am.." you got up from your chair and started to walk to where the smiling critters are sleeping. You felt kinda nervous tho, you don't like disturbing people from their sleep. At their room of where they sleep, you noticed below the door that the lights are turned on. You knocked on the door 3 times but no answers, strange you knock again but 6 times, yet no answers.. you open the door a little and take a peek, then.. someone pulled you in to make and it made you caught off guard. "Oof!" You landed on the floor and immediately got up. "Holy mother of cookies from heaven. I almost got a heart attack." You look up, and saw all of the smiling critters except for catnap. Dogday was in front. "Angel?" "Okay, why on earth did you pull me and almost give me a heart attack?" The other smiling critters chuckles and laughs a little. "S-sorry angel.. we thought you were some sort of a bad guy.." You sighed looking up at him. "You did hear me knocking 3 to 6 times, right? You know what, never mind.. come on now all of you.. I have to give each of you all a bath.." Dogday flinched and started to back away. "U-um dogday?" The craftycorn was confused seeing dogday backing away. "Hm? What's wrong dogday?" "I... I don't like baths..." Dogday claims himself scared of baths. And kickin chickin starts to laughs. "Don't be such a coward, dogday! It ain't gonna be that bad!" As kickin keeps laughing bobby bearhug pinched kickin. "Ow! Ow! BB! Stop!" "Stop being such a bully to dogday, kickin." You sighed and went over to dogday. "Dogday, what's wrong? You can tell me, and I'll try a way to make you feel less scared." Dogday thought about it for a moment. Before dogday was the one who was going to speak, picky piggy was the one who speaks first. "It's probably because of how the other employees bathe us..." She said, you tilted my head from confused as bubba bubbaphant came in front to tell the other details. "Well, they put us in a cage... And just spray water on us like were some kind of a... Animal..." (*LE GASP* HOW DARE THEY>:0)

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After knowing and understanding the situation, I sighed and walked over to hoppy. "Do you have a pillow that I can borrow?" Hoppy was confused but she gave you a pillow, you took the pillow and shoved it to your face and screamed in anger making the other smiling critters confused.. you were done screaming your anger out and gave back the pillow. "Ahem. I'm fine, I'm not mad at your situation. I am mad at those employees for treating you all like some animals.." the smiling critters were surprised about that including dogday. "You guys deserved better than being an animal in a cage... I can even relate how that feels..." Craftycorn then asked. "What do you mean... By that?" You stayed quiet... Staring at the floor... "It's... Nothing... We should probably get you all some baths before the playcare opens..." The smiling critters can feel that something is wrong but they didn't want to ask and just nodded. (Time skips in the bathroom) At the bathroom you told the smiling critters to take off their pendants and put them somewhere, and you also told them that dogday will be last. The smiling critters understand and follow your orders. During giving a bath from each smiling critter you ask them how their day was, it was awkward at first but they eventually told you. There laughing and chuckling curing gave them each a bath, it took 20 minutes or more. After the others are down with baths and drying, dogday was the last. He took a peek at the door, while you were busy getting the giant tub ready for him. He was hesitant but what he had heard from the others, by saying she's kind,caring, and loving it made him feel confident to trust you. "Dogday! You can come in now." Dogday slowly walked in and sat in the tub. You started to spray water on him it took 3 minutes to get him wet. (Just like my dog) you then put vanilla shampoo on him and started to scrub with a big brush. "So, dogday.. since we have known each other for a week now, tell me... How was your day." "It.. was fun.. you get to play with children seeing them laugh together and chasing each other and seeing them enjoy themselves." I smiled giving him a scratch on his head. "You're such a good boy, dogday. You really are." Dogday's tail wags happily. After 30 minutes of laughter and giving a bath to dogday, it's finally time to dry him up with a blow dryer. "You're such a good boy, dogday! You look more handsome and cute!" Dogday blushes slightly and wags his tail. "Thank you, angel."

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After getting all the smiling critters except for catnap a bath. It was time for the playcare to open up. But, you have been thinking... Where is catnap?

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PART 3?

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Note from Author: Well... In part 3 I might put the dark backstory of Y/N, for fun of course. But also, if your wondering Is dogday in this story a human version of him or is dogday in this story is in his original version? It depends on you and your imagination. And also! I recommend seeing @sinnersweets Stories! They are very heart beating Stories (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Well, see you in part 3! Toodles my Little Lego star devils! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

(This is kinda short..)

[vrmxlho]

hii kira !! do u have any hcs for sae abt how he would be as a bf?

SAE ITOSHI 糸師冴

if sae were a love trope he would 100% be belated love epiphany

"i never realised how much i loved them until they were gone." type beat yk

like pride and prejudice, except he's elizabeth and you're darcy ??

where you confess first and he rejects you but once you're not near him he realises that he really did love you

or when he saw how loaded you were, you be the judge (kidding)

y'all already know i think he's a good cook. like he was in spain for ages you bet he picked a few things up. cuz idk about spanish men but ik most italian men know how to cook and well.

he pours all his love into everything he makes, probably his love language honestly.

but he'd never let you know he's cooking for you because he cares

"you look like a ghost have you been eating properly?" "oh, no. unfortunately, i haven't found much time to cook lately..." "how bothersome. am i gonna have to take you all the way to the hospital when you faint from anemia?" "but i'm not even anemic..." "you will be if you don't eat your spinach." "..." "you know what. since you're so incapable i'll just cook for you." "excuse me??"

forgive him, he's just a bit of a cunt, but he loves you i promise

(also if you didn't know fun fact: preparing a homemade meal for someone is akin to confessing your feelings to them)

he's not much for PDA in fact in public he has his same, stupid, emotionless, deadpan face that is so punchable (affectionately?)

but when you're at home he'll find any excuse to lean his whole bodyweight on you

he also loves leaning in to kiss you and then reaching behind you to grab something or whatever, just to leave you flushed and stressed the fuck out

annoying asshole

he also gets very touchy when tired, if you're sleeping next to each other he tends to end up hugging you close to his heart by the time you wake up

he may not seem it but he would genuinely do anything for you

he tends to ignore most messages/texts/emails unless they're super important but he'd reply to you the second you text him

or even if it's a silly tweet

@you: there are 2 many ppl at this café 😞 @officialsaeitoshi: send me your location i got you your usual @you: ayo, how did you have it prepared n everything 😭 @officialsaeitoshi: spidey senses

he also has the most deadpan, sarcastic humour known to man

he's horrible (just my type)

nothing that comes out of his mouth is to be trusted

beware!!!

he is the no.1 gossiper alive, he knows everything about everyone's business even if he looks like the type of person who'd never think of anyone other than himself

somehow he's both at the same time

he could go hours talking about this random guy in his club who's actually the secret son of a drug lord and who ran away from home to save himself from imminent death...

what???? how does he know this?

i'm pretty sure he doesn't know either, anyway

he loves his lil self care night routines

you both sitting on the sofa talking about life (actually it's just him talking and you listening but whatever)

sae itoshi was an evening person. not because he felt most productive then. and not because he enjoyed the peace and quiet of the city. but because he enjoyed his night routines with you right next to him every second. you'd sit on the sink sill as he gently passed a finger with clay on it over your face as you kept talking about your day. "and then when i went to get coffee there were just so many people at the café it was such a hassle. this guy–" "shush. do you want clay in your mouth?" he kept swiping the remaining clay mask on your now stationary chin. once done he lifted you and walked to the sofa. this was no new routine. this was the only way he was able to unwind. with you next to him, just talking about the little, almost meaningless things. "i read somewhere that your coach is having an affair is that true?" you didn't know why you kept instigating him. it was late and you knew if he began talking now he'd only finish once the sun rose or your wake up alarm rang. but seeing him so animated was a rarity so you had to take advantage anytime you could.

now for how he confessed

at first when you confessed he rejected you and didn't think much of it at all

until he started noticing the little things about you, he started obsessing with every bit of you

how you looked, how you dress, how you style your hair

but also how your under eyes crease when you smile

how you're very picky with your food, especially dessert, but you'd eat anything if someone handmade it for you

how you're so patient when you tutor even if the person is being a dumbfuck

after obsessing over everything you did for about a day or two he was sick of the weird, nauseating feeling in his stomach

it had been about three days since the confession. being rejected right on the spot, especially in that cold manner was painful to say the least. but you were sure you had gotten over it. and you hoped with all your heart that he too had forgotten. he had just stood there as you finished telling him how he made you feel and how you had liked him for a while now. he had a horrible scowl on his face, arms crossed and an uninterested posture. you already knew what the answer was when you were done but it hurt so much more when he finally confirmed it all. so it was surprising when you saw sae march up to you as you ate your lunch with your friends. he had the same horrible scowl on his face from before. and you could feel your stomach drop as he pulled your wrist in a gruff manner. careless. he didn't care for you. "itoshi what are you–" he finally stopped once you were in a quiet corner behind the main building, away from curious eyes. "we need to talk." "about what?" "i couldn't sleep." "ok..?" "i couldn't stop thinking about you." "oh. i'm sorry if my confession made you uncomfortable. i didn't mean for it to bother you so much." "yes. it's so bothersome. now every time i see you with anyone but me, it hurts. i can't stand hearing about anyone but me, from you. i don't want you to think of anyone but me."

and then you were just like 😧🫣😏🤩

if you think rin's dramatic just WAIT until you talk to sae he's insane

THE BIGGEST drama queen (i hate him)

although i do think he is secure about himself and knows you wouldn't ever hurt him

i feel like he does have abandonment issues (a bit)

like imagine going through your teen years without family in a foreign country, you'd feel isolated no matter how many friends you made or how nice your host family was

he tries not giving any external reaction so you barely notice at first but every time he sees you with someone, looking a bit too friendly, he always feels his heart tighten

he's very gentle when kissing you

it's not like he's super strong or anything (mans is tiny)

and it's not that he's scared to hurt you, he just doesn't wanna appear too possessive or anything

favourite places to kiss you: why do i wanna say your waist, also knuckles

no idea why i just feel like if he weren't allowed to kiss your lips for any reason he would kiss there

but he definitely needed you to initiate the physical contact when you first started dating

speaking of which

dates with sae

100% movie nights, or just staying at home in general

mans hates going out if it's unnecessary

although, if you want anything he'd do it for you in an instant

or when he's feeling extra energetic

he'll take you dancing; this can either be ballroom dancing (which makes you cringe a bit but it's fun), salsa or literally just clubbing

i think he secretly loves clubbing at techno clubs (is that what they're called?) he hates commercial music cuz it just gets so repetitive

ideal vacation destination: somewhere isolated

like a random island in greece

or some forest in south america

idk man

he absolutely hates tourist destinations, tourists are his no.1 worst enemy

that's why you always end up going on holiday at random times of the year

"hey love, take a few days off next week. we're going to bora–bora." "it's the middle of march..." "not in bora–bora." "that's not how it works..." "i've already bought the tickets and spoken to your boss so you really just have to start packing."

now about pet names

he generally doesn't like them and thinks they're cringe and annoying

which they can be if used excessively ig

he tends to call you by a nickname or just your name

he only uses pet names when he wants something or has something to tell you that he knows you'll be angry/annoyed about

like the fact he planned a whole trip to bora–bora in middle of march and didn't tell you a thing 😞

however, if you're open about how much you hate him doing things without involving you he will change his ways

he's a quick learner after all ❤️‍🔥

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Another day, another slay. Another moment without Aemond in my life and I am frothing at the bit. I need that man to kidnap me, honestly. I am trying to figure out how I want this fic to end... So many possibilities argh!!! Enjoy <3

Chapter 57: A Sea of Green

The bed moved with every roll of your husband beside you, stirring you from your sleep. How were you to relax when every shift turned your skin alight in anticipation of him reaching over to touch you? You could not settle into the plush pillows and soft sheets, no matter how much you tried. As soon as you got close to the precipice of sleep, gently drifting off, Aemond would shift beside you, and your eyes would snap open. 

The bastard had slept peacefully beside you, whilst you desperately chased it to no avail. 

When you had finally reached sleep, you were waken shortly after by his stirring again. Aemond was an early riser, someone who rose with the sun to waste no time in the day, or perhaps he did not sleep. He had stirred, and wriggled and disturbed you from what little respite you had managed to get as he rolled from beside the bed, not having touched you. 

You had turned to watch him, angrily staring at the back of his head as you wished to thrust a dagger into it. His hair was slightly tangled in the back, likely from his restlessness in bed. Small waves licked at the ends of his hair as he walked towards the large windows to stare out at the slowly rising sun. 

“Did you sleep?” His voice carried across the room, subtle mocking tone to it. His voice was deep and scratchy from his own rest as he cleared it softly.

He knew you were awake. 

He knew you hadn’t rested.

Bastard.

You rolled onto your side, digging your hands under your head as you tightly shut your eyes, trying to calm your aggravation and disdain for your husband. When Aemond got no response, he let out a short hum as he moved about the chambers, readying himself for the day. 

The maids came in a short while later and helped to dress and brush his hair, the same simple braid at the back of his head. You wondered why he wore it in such a way. Was it not Targaryen tradition to braid your hair? To wear it in intricate styles?

Why was he, a man so hell bent on tradition, inclined to wear his hair so simply?

Aemond had left the chambers and uttered a gentle, Wife to you as he left for the day, likely off to wake Aegon up and prepare him for his duties to the realm. The maids had helped you rise from bed, body heavy and mind thick with fatigue, to dress you and braid your hair for the day. 

The same simple braid as Aemond. 

Had you not told them the day before to braid it properly? Had Aemond commanded them to fit your hair to his style? You were too tired to correct them, and so you let the maids put your hair in the boring, common braid.

You spent the morning eating in your chambers, before you left for the day, walking down to the Godswood to sit and think. It gave you clarity, and above all a sense of protection. The Godswood was sacred, and old. As you sat beneath its leaves, you felt the small ache between your thighs and you sighed.

Would it always be like this? Would you always feel pain for days after?

You wondered how some women enjoyed it.

The sun had rose to its peak and then began to descend before you saw your uncle again. 

He came to the Godswood, knowing you would be there. A creature of habit he called you. As he stood in front of you, beneath the shade of the Godswood, he let his lone eye roam down your body.

His patch was firmly on his face again.

“You look beautiful today, Princess.” He commented, no hint of mocking in his tone. 

Your head tilted to the side.

The gown was a deep black, red lining within the long draping sleeves and slit of the skirt. On the neckline and shoulders, beaded dragons were embroidered with golden and red thread. Another dress you had not seen before, and it made you wonder if your mother and father had ordered for new gowns before your leave. 

You looked up at Aemond as he waited for your response. 

Was he expecting you to thank him? 

To compliment him back? 

He looked the same as he always did. Black leather tunic and pants to match, with long leather boots that came up to his mid calf. The buckles of the tunic were high on his neck, and the sleeves and chest were fitted tightly to his body. 

Aemond pursed his lips as he got no response from you and hummed. A large hand came out in front of him towards you, palm up. 

An offering for you to take it. 

Your eyes looked to his upturned hand. In the middle of his palm was the cut from your wedding. It had almost healed now, the skin looking less raw or deep, and the scarred flesh had turned a soft pink, raised up from his palm. 

His hand kept steady, waiting for you to take it. 

There was no option to refuse it.

You let your own shaky hand clasp Aemond's, your scarred palm meeting his, a shiver erupting from your body. His hands were rough and calloused, but his fingers held you gently. His digits curled over yours as he slightly raised his hand and pulled it towards him, his strength lifting you from the ground amongst the roots of the tree. 

He did not rip you from your spot as he had the day before.

“Walk with me.”

A demand.

And so you did. 

Though as soon as you were standing you brought your hand back towards you, brushing down you skirts as an excuse to not touch him. Your hands felt clammy as anxiety rose steadily inside of you.

Aemond watched as you continued to brush your skirts, anything to delay walking with him, but if there was anything that wavered within Aemond, he did not show it. For today he was a patient man, and waited until it was clear that you were stalling, and the tension around you became so thick, that you had no choice but to meet his violet eye once more, stilling your hands. 

The One-Eyed Princes lips twitched, and he hummed before turning on his feet. Though this time, he did not storm ahead of you, expecting you to chase after him on unsteady feet, or dragging you behind him. Today he waited for you to walk and stand next to him before the both of you began to walk, side by side, through the Red Keep. 

Neither of you said a word as you made your way down to the garden, the sky a soft pink as you walked past blooming flowers of all kinds. 

What was happening?

Was this a trick? 

A trap? 

Or was this a show for the court to see that your husband was not cruel, and that the treaty was working, just as the Usurper King had said it would.

The aroma of the garden curled its way around you, saturating the scent of leather and sandalwood from beside you. 

“Are you well?” Aemond broke the silence again.

You let yourself look at him. 

Were you well?

Was he mocking you?

His eye watched your face. No sign of anger or distaste on his own. His sharp features were calm and blank as he waited for you to respond. Patient again. You wondered how long that would last. Yet the longer you held his gaze, the longer you realised he would not be lashing out at you amongst the bright red rose bushes. You could not help but scoff quietly. 

You shook your head and kept walking, turning your gaze to the flowers. 

Breath in.

Breath out.

“Hm.” Aemond hummed, his eye still on you as you walked together, “I’m happy to see that the gowns are to your liking.”

You stopped in your tracks. 

The gowns?

“Of course, Queen Rhaenyra and King Consort Daemon have good taste. They know my favourite tailor is-“

“In Dorne.” He interrupted you, “Marba, correct?”

And he was. 

Marba was the infamous tailor in Dorne where many of your gowns were specially made for you. 

You furrowed your brow. 

And Aemond looked smug.

“Not a hard man to find,” He continued to walk, and you had to force your legs to meet his, “I hope they are to your liking.”

The gowns were from him.

How?

Why?

You kept your eyes on his face as you walked, almost stumbling over your feet. He looked down from his nose at you, and gave you the softest of smirks.

But it was not a cruel one. 

“Why?”

He stopped to turn and face you again, looking at your gown as a hand came to gently touch the material of your sleeve, his thumb and forefinger rubbing the soft dress between his fingers.

“Why? Can’t have my wife in gowns that are not the finest in the realm.”

You held his gaze. 

Why was he still dressing you in red and black? 

Would he not dress you in green like his family?

“I’m surprised they’re not green.”

Aemond let out a hum of a laugh.

“Green is not your colour.” Aemond paused, “Though I have no doubt you would look just as ravishing as you do now.” A shiver ran down your spine, “But I prefer you in the colours of our House. If you were given green gowns, would you truly wear them?”

No. 

You would have worn your chemise around the Keep rather than that.

Aemond took your silence as your answer. 

“Hm.” He smiled, and continued to walk forward, “Can’t be having the people believe my wife is weak.”

Aemond and you did not speak much after this, just the occasional comment here or there about the Keep, or the sky. He even made comment about a shared memory from your youth.

You and Aemond had watched Helaena search in a rose bush for a centipede, her dress becoming caught on the thorns, which you and Aemond had to quickly unhook, lest the Septa yell at the young girl for ruining her gown.

You had walked around the full expanse of the garden, coming back into the Keep once the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, and the sky had descended into darkness. Once inside your chambers, Aemond did not turn to the side table to fill a goblet of wine, nor did he make his way before the fire in habit as he usually did. 

Aemond walked into the chambers, you alongside him, and once the chamber doors were shut he had turned to face you and took two swift steps towards you. Your entire body stiffened at the movement as he looked you up and down, a hand coming to brush a soft finger through your hair. 

His eye kept on his hand.

“The King has requested we dine with him.”

Was this why he had taken you for a walk?

To butter you up?

To keep you in good spirits so that you would behave?

You sniffed as a steady fear settled in your chest.

“He is no King of mine.” 

“Hm. Regardless, we have been summoned.” His eye moved to your face, and you could not bear it.

You moved across the room, and Aemond followed you. You sat on the chaise and looked into the flames as Aemond joined you in his armchair. You both watched in silence as the fire licked at the logs inside.

It was as if you were both preparing yourself for the night.

As if you both needed a moment to collect yourself before you would, once again, be mocked by your eldest uncle. You sat together for some time as you observed a log halved in size, and slowly turned to ash. It's shape crumbling down to the bottom of the hearth, before a knight came to collect you both. 

Aemond stood slowly before walking over to you, offering you, again, a hand.

You stared at it in thought. 

It would do you no good to continue to push him to anger. He would always turn it on you, and you would face the wrath that came to him so easily, a wrath in which you would have brought upon yourself. You thought of the Septa’s lessons. 

You had to behave. 

You took his hand and he helped you to stand, his fingers twitching around yours as he smiled down at you. Such a soft smile, it made your heart clench and your side itch as you looked at it.

A genuine smile from the kinslayer.

It had been so long since you had witnessed him smile like that.

You blinked and looked down at the floor, Aemond moving to take you through the chambers, not having let go of your hand. It wasn’t until you were both outside of the chambers did he release you, to tuck his own behind his back as he always did. You followed the movement, holding one wrist in your hand, squeezing tightly as you walked to the Kings chambers. 

The walk was not long, and in no time at all, you found yourself at the doors of the chambers where you had been frequently as a child, watching your Grandsire complete his model of Valyria with loving care. 

The doors were just as large as you remembered, and you felt a sense of dread to enter. 

How much would it have changed since your Grandsires passing?

Would his model still be there?

Or would every last memory of him be discarded and replaced with green?

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you stared at the doors, the knights not having opened them yet as Aemond looked down at you from your side. Your heart raced in your chest, and anxiety spread icily through your body. 

“Breathe.” Aemond whispered to you as the two knights began to open the doors.

You did as he commanded and walked forward into the chambers beside your husband. 

“Prince Aemond Targaryen and his Lady Wife, Y/n Velaryon.” Ser Criston Cole announced to the chambers as you entered. 

You let your eyes roam around the space. Not much had changed, and that was your first surprise. Your second surprise, was that the large miniature of Valyria still sat tall in the middle of the chambers before the fire. 

It was still there. 

You ignored the world around you as you stepped forward to look at it. There was a fine layer of dust on the model, though nothing had been destroyed or added. It was left to be there as it had the day he died. You lifted a hand to touch it, as if it was not real.

To feel for yourself that it was truly there.

“His lasting legacy.” Came the snicker of Aegon to the side of you. 

You pulled your hand back behind you as you turned your head to face him.

Aegon sat at the large table before the balcony doors. He was dressed in green robes, the neck loosened by two buttons undone at the top, and a hand rested on the table with his chin in his palm. The bags under his eyes were dark, and his skin looked paler than usual. Perhaps he was ill? Or perhaps it was the ale. As you continued to observe him, a soft glint caught your eye. 

A large gold ring shone on his pinky finger and you immediately recognised it. 

Helaenas ring.

You bristled.

Aemond's hand came to touch the small of your back gently, and you hated that it grounded you in that moment. 

Alicent Hightower stood behind her eldest son, looking out the balcony at the realm, as the soft white curtains billowed around her from the evenings breeze. She almost looked like a ghost the way she stood there motionless, not having turned to greet you as she normally would have.

Trained for court interactions.

“Princess,” Came the low drawl of the Hightower Patriarch, “It is good to see that you are fairing well.”

Otto Hightower sat beside his grandson on the table as he looked at you. He wore dark grey robes with fur trimming around the neck, and hints of green within the stitching and side panels of his coat. His hair had greyed considerably since the last time you had been in Kings Landing and you wondered if this was due to illness or stress.

Aemond’s thumb rubbed on your back as he put pressure on you, urging you to move forward wordlessly and gently. 

Why was he being so soft today?

It sent your mind reeling.

Was he regretful?

Had Alicent reprimanded him?

Was he reminded of the delicacy of the treaty? 

Was he afraid that he would break you? 

Or was he simply in a better mood?

You took slow steps towards the table, Aemond on your side, moving together to your seats. Your uncle pulled out a chair for you, and you let yourself sit in it, pulling the chair forward to the table, Aemond seating himself beside you. 

“Thought you had grown mad like Helaena.” Aegon mocked, and you felt Aemond stiffen beside you. 

Alicent snapped her head to look at her son, finally breaking away from her spot beside the window as she came over to the table quickly, standing behind his chair. Tension between the mother and son was thick. Her stance behind him was menacing.

A silent threat.

You had remembered when you were young that Alicent was not the kindest of mothers, nor the most understanding. You had remembered Aegon or Aemond complaining of being slapped by the Queen on more than one occasion. Aegon mostly being hit rather than Aemond, though more than once, Aemond had faced the brunt of her frustrations simply for being in the closest proximity to her. 

Aegon let out a huff of a laugh as he pulled his wine to his lips, sipping from his cup, eyes over the rim looking at you. He ignored his mothers presence looming behind him, and it gave you the impression that Aegon was used to her wrathful gaze, and bursts of violence.

It simply didn’t faze him.

He looked as though he expected and knew what was coming. That he had made his peace with it a very long time ago. 

Almost as sure as the sun would rise, so would Alicent’s temper. You supposed the both of you had that one, simple thing in common. And it most certainly passed on to her second son.

Alicent finally seated herself beside the King, opposite to you and Aemond, and dipped her head down as she brought her hands up onto the table. Aemond followed his mother immediately and bowed his head down, hands crossed above his plate as she began a prayer. You looked amongst the table to find Otto in prayer too, but beside him, Aegon stared at you, smirk pulling wider and wider on his face as he sipped from his goblet.

You stared at each other as neither of you moved to pray with the Dowager Queen. He lifted his eyebrows at you sharply as Alicent came to the end of her prayer, and Aemond’s violet eye lifted to catch you and Aegon in a locked gaze.

The table was full of food, and goblets of wine sat in far more quantity than was needed. There was a large roasted turkey on the table, and steaming legs of lamb with vegetables piled high around it. Aemond reached forward and began to fill your plate for you. He placed your favourite foods on the plate, and skilfully avoided the roasted eggplant. Your least favourite food.

He had remembered. 

“Have you settled into your chambers?” Alicent asked stiffly, as a way to redirect the conversation. As though the anger and resentment towards her son had drifted away with the breeze coming in from the balcony and the small prayer given at the table.

You let your head turn to look at Aemond beside you, not answering. He didn’t take his eye away from serving himself, but you knew he felt you watching him. You decided to not respond to her question, and so she redirected her attention to Aemond, asking him of how he spent his day. He told her with great gentleness that he had been to the library to read over some texts, and then went for a walk through the gardens with you. 

Aemond trailed off awkwardly as all of you began eating.

Stiff conversation floated about the table, and you wondered if the stiffness came from your presence, or if the Greens had always been this dysfunctional with each other. You had never dined with them alone, not even before the war, and it made you wonder if your presence actually brought any tension to the table at all. It seemed that there was enough already there naturally without you. 

The food from your plate slowly disappeared as you ate in silence, desperately avoiding lifting your gaze, lest they drag you into the hollow conversation of the room. You moved a large piece of potato around your plate before stabbing it with your fork, bringing it to your lips to chew. 

“Such a delight to have you join us.” Aegon directed his voice to you, most likely having sensed your avoidance, and so you let your gaze meet his. 

His violet eyes lit up in delight.

“I have missed sharing meals with my niece.” He smiled, food in his mouth.

You frowned.

“It’s a shame my other nephews aren’t here to join us.”

The air fell still. 

“Quite a shock when Aemond came home from Storms End to tell us what had happened.”

Heat rose in your body and you loudly dropped your cutlery back onto the table, hands pulling into fists as you gawked at him.

“Didn’t think my brother had it in him.”

You sprung from your chair, the seat falling backwards behind you with a heavy crash. Your chest rose and fell as Aegon smiled up at you. Otto and Alicent watched you with careful eyes as you stared the false King down. 

It could be so easy. 

To just launch yourself across the table, knife in hand.

Would any of them be quick enough to stop you? If you lodged the blade into his throat and watched blood pour from his mouth as he drowned in it?

“Y/n,” Aemond’s voice broke you from your thoughts, “Sit.”

Aegon laughed loudly in his seat as he watched Aemond look up at you.

“Listen to your husband.” Aegon smiled, and your fingers twitched, looking down at the knife on the table.

It could be so easy.

Ser Cole came across the chambers towards you, towering over you, hand on the hilt of his sword. You bristled as you felt Aemond’s hand on your elbow, gently holding it, not tightly grabbing it, as he whispered to you.

“Abrazȳrys.” Wife.

You jerked your arm from Aemond's grip, a loud laugh falling from Aegon’s lips at the gesture, as you slowly sat back down in your seat, eyes not leaving your eldest uncle before you, nor Ser Coles presence leaving your side.

The air was thick in the room as Ser Cristin stood on your flank, watching every movement you made as your hand twitched to grab the knife. It made you even more angry. You felt caged between him and the man beside you. Your uncle Aegon smiled at you smugly in enjoyment. 

Alicent’s voice flitted across the table, trying to disarm the rising tension. Her low voice asked if there was anything that you needed in your chambers, noting that she had sent your letter to your family by raven, and that they would swiftly give you their response. 

You ignored her attempts of conversation, keeping your eyes on the Usurper King who leant lazily back in his chair, goblet of wine in his hand smiling at you. 

He had won.

Aemond stood slowly, looking at the table, excusing you both with the gentle words of needing rest for the morrow.

A small mercy.

Aegon bid you a delighted good night, and you felt the heated gaze of the room on the both of your backs as you raced out of the chamber doors, leaving Aemond to chase behind you.

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Tummy Jail for crimes of overexertion

Contains M/M safe soft vore, Belching

A very silly little vore scenario that I wanted to make. And will I ever write simple vore - Nah you are getting the full story the beginning middle and end lol - generally speaking I am aware I didn’t write the actual vore for Princely Belly Cuddles (Shameless Plug), I’m getting off track I do apologise.

When you’re a Pred Bodyguard sometimes you need to save your charge from themselves

In an ordinary Law Firm’s CEO’s office a middle aged woman in a pencil skirt swept in like a Spanish Galleon.

“Mr Grendel” Began Martha Oldcapple a long serving and long suffering secretary for many a CEO of this Law firm

“Ahh” Said Cole Grendel - head of Wrightman and Partners and Wrightman - Don’t forget about Wrightman!! “Mrs Oldcapple, I haven’t forgotten anyone’s birthday have I?”

“This is not about birthday’s, and you know it, this is about the fact that you promised you would go home early today”

“Did I”

“Yes you did” she said folding her arms like a less than impressed teacher looking at her boss, who was looking up at her, he met her gaze on the level but looked like he was going to start squirming like a misbehaving schoolboy at any minute “and it is now past 6 o’clock and the sun is setting”

“You are still here”

“I have been waiting for you to go home!”

“Well I’ll just be another minute”

“You said that 2 hours ago” she replied folding her arms

“She got a point” said Andre Brighton glaring at his boss, he was Cole’s bodyguard/boyfriend/partner - he genuinely didn’t know, they lived in the same house Cole always made him dinner, though Cole himself seemed to survive on caffeine and the stress of his own job and those around him. Technically as a Pred bodyguard it was his job to eat any threats to his charge, but - he was feeling that Cole was more of a danger to himself than any assassin.

“I don’t know why you are so against me staying here a bit later, you can go home”

“Point one we are all tired of you over working yourself and point two I won’t and can’t leave this office until you do” Said Andre

“Ok” said Cole “I’ll go now” saying this he lifted a stack of papers from his desk

“No” said Martha feeling like she was scolding a naughty cat

“But I have to - ”

Martha felt like she was dealing with the most idiotic boss on the planet - it appeared intelegence had an inverse relationship with common sense. He was a nice person but his penchant for overworking himself caused more stress for her than if he was a straight up dickwad. “You have to sleep - for a minimum of 8 hours, probably more to make up for lack of it you usually have, I mean when was the last time you slept - properly”

“Well I caught 8 hours on Wednesday the 14th”

Martha almost exploded with rage and frustration “IT IS NOW THURSDAY THE 29th” she bellowed “do you mean to tell me, that you last had sleep 2 weeks ago” she growled quietly

“Yes” said Cole,smiling placidly the bags under his eyes very, very clear

“Cole, Andre what exactly is the night time routine like at your house”

“Well I get back from the office with Andre I make us dinner”

“I’m not interested in your domestic bliss Cole” interrupted Martha massaging her temples “what time do you go to bed at?”

“He says that he goes to bed at ten” said Andre glaring at Cole

“Well these last two weeks” said Cole “I have been going to bed then, but then I get a bit of work done”

“Do you get any sleep at all” asked Martha

“Well I’ve been having micronaps” said Cole “the African elephant sleeps for only two hours at a time”

“You are not an African elephant” Snapped Andre, why did his charge have to be his own worst enemy

“Cole…” said Martha “How do I put this.. delicately” she paused “oh yes - You are the dumbest Boss ever”

“What”

“I had to deal with a chauvinist pig for a boss before,and you are dumber than he was because at least he knew that he had to sleep!”

“She’s really going for the jugular” muttered one of the employees who were totally eavesdropping outside the office Her Name was Adelaide and she was head of photocopying

“She’s ripping into him like a lioness” whispered Tessa the HR assistant

“Only this time it’s as though the lioness actually cares about it’s prey’s wellbeing” hissed Blake their resident Criminal Psycologist (Do law offices have those IDK)

“Cole Grendel, you are going to sleep whether you like it or not”

“I don’t wanna go to sleep” - he almost sounded like a petulant child and had Martha not been so furious at his pigheaded obstinacy she might have laughed, as it was she turned on her head and stormed out. Andre followed her out leaving Cole sitting at his desk. All at once the employees who had been standing at the door scattered like mice.

“He is an Idiot” said Andre

“Does he have a death wish” asked Martha to no one in particular

“This is the third conversation you you’ve had with him this month about him overworking himself” said Adelaide shrugging her shoulders “Now might be the time to take drastic action”

“I have chloroform” said Blake holding up a bottle of the stuff and a cloth

“How long have you had that in your desk?” Asked Martha

“Does it matter”

“No actually I don’t wanna know”, she turned to Andre “sometimes you’ve got to save your charge from themselves” she said

“You want me to Swallow him?” Andre Replied

“Yes, at least that way he can’t run” Grumbled Martha

“You underestimate him greatly” He said matter-of-factly

“Good point”

“So Chloroform?” asked Blake

“What is it with you and Chloroform recently” Asked Adelaide

“If it is absolutely necessary” declared Martha “we’ll use it”

“So what is the plan” asked Fredrika a young athletic lawyer, crossing her massive arms across her strong broad chest she was one who looked and sounded like she’d be more at home on a vast country estate yelling at pheasants.

“We use the element of surprise - no too cliche, we lure him out of his office and herd him to a spot in the building - be mindful though he may bite if cornered”

“ironic” chuckled Andre

“Oh Cole” said Martha, “they are remaking your favourite 80s Tv show, but it’s a dark and edgy reboot that does nothing but insult the source material.”

“How could they” bellowed Cole as he stormed from his office

“NOW” yelled Martha as the rest of the employees leaped into action charging forward towards Cole who made a mad dash for the stairs

“Maybe we can chase him home?” Yelled someone in the crowd

“No need, herd him to the east corner of the building” said Martha

“Are you all crazy?” He yelled

“Pot kettle black Cole” yelled the Janitor Leland as he joined the crowd

The crowd of workers chased their boss, in a rare turn of events this wasn’t a riot caused by poor working conditions, this was a riot caused by extreme frustration at the stupidity of their boss’s lack of care for his own wellbeing. He was a nice person and a decent boss, willing to work with anyone of his employees, he was also an idiot when it came to himself, plus well it had been a bit of a slow day and they all wanted some entertainment.

“We’ve lost sight of him damn it” said Martha, spread out. This being done she hurried to the back stairs.

Fredrika was crossing over the mezzanine floor when she spotted a short dark haired man scampering across the floor, it would she considered be a waste of time to run down the stairs, instead she hopped over the railing and yelled “TALLY HO” as she leapt down, she had seen Cole who shrieked and ran for the door to the basement but became acutely aware of a groan from beneath her.

“Urgh Fredrika can you please get off me, I feel like my bones are being reorganised”

“My deepest apologies Blake” said Fredrika briskly getting off of the smaller man and helping him to his feet.

“Don’t mention it” said Blake making sure all his bones, were indeed in the correct place.

“He went down there” said Fredrika approaching the door, she heard footsteps and Andre appeared

“ I heard you jump” he said to her “Where did Cole go?”

“Down there” said Fredrika

The three of them made their way down to the basement to find Cole apparently unconscious having hit his head on a pipe “Cole, Cole can you hear me?” Asked Andre

Cole slowly opened his eyes “Andre, you look very handsome”

Fredrika, had to work hard to not laugh at the blush that appeared on Andre’s face as he lifted Cole gently and carried him out of the basement

Cole petted Andre’s chest “what are your shirts made out of?”

“He might be concussed” muttered Blake

“He actually might be safer Concussed” said Fredrika

Martha was at the top of the stairs and sighed at the concussed Cole “Mr Grendell, Cole dear would you feel better if you were swallowed”

“Yes, I have Mmmfff” he was quickly shoved into Andre’s maw and in a few short gulps was packed into his stomach “hey lemme out - , oh this is actually quite comfy , I think I’ll take a nap zzzzzzzzzz” within seconds Cole had conked out. Martha sighed

“You are all free to go Cole will approve the overtime - you have all worked very hard today, I will go and lock up the office” the employees trapsed out soon after some laughing, some sighing. “Andre, you as well” she addded as she grabbed the Keys from her desk and grabbed papers of her own “Go home”

Andre placed a hand over his stomach feeling Cole move slightly inside and hearing a little sigh “Thank you and Good evening Martha”.

He turned and left the office and passed out onto the street he felt the rain on his skin and on his stomach, glancing he saw three people who had clearly been watching the office move slowly back into the alley. His stomach gently clenched protectively around Cole, he knew exactly who these people were and he wasn’t about to let them take Cole away from him. Quickly, he made his way to where Cole had parked their car, were they in a relationship, he thought to himself yet again, Cole trusted him with the keys to his car, always made him lunch. He felt a rumbling belch make its way up from his stomach, “bourrrrrrrrrp” Cole tasted amazing he thought to himself, he wondered if they were really in a relationship, then maybe he could have this feeling again and again. Probably even if they weren’t he would have to do this to get Cole to sleep when he was supposed to. “You absolute idiot” he said to his stomach, as he clambered into the car “You need to take breaks, I understand you feel the need to work all the time, but you need to sleep for goodness sake”.

The drive back home took a little over 15 minutes, Blake’s and his abode was a small house just outside the city made of red brick with a slate roof, he got out of the car went in the house, changed out of his suit and into a tank top and shorts, the better for letting his distended gut hand out and flopped back on the sofa. Protectively rubbing his stomach. “You Cole Grendel are a first class idiot” he said to his stomach, “In fact if there was a class of idiot higher than first I would put you there, you know why I had to swallow you, because you, yes you think you’re indestructible, but you’re not” he frowned “you are not a machine and heck even machines need to be switched off from time to time” he felt Cole squirm, probably it was to get more comfy but to be honest it could just as easily be because he was hearing what was being said and was reacting to it. “I, am going to come out with it Cole, I care for you deeply, you make amazing food, both in terms of your cooking and well, you tasted pretty nice, you always laugh at my jokes, and you give me amazing hugs” he groaned and facepalmed, “what am I saying” he asked to no one in particular “you can’t even hear me” he hiccuped and burped as Cole squirmed into what was, presumably for him a more comfy position Cole sleepily said “Don’t go Andre, I wanna cuddle” Andre Blushed, Cole might have a thing for him too and if he did this had become allot more complicated, for a start Cole would panic so much about the fact that he was Andre’s charge that he would probably faint on a regular basis and secondly any feelings Cole might have had for him after being swallowed near enough forcefully.

The weight of the smaller man was none-the-less strangely comforting and Andre was reminded of the way he felt after Cole served him really good food as he lay there on the sofa watching one of their favourite shows (of course an older episode he wasn’t going to watch ahead!) his Cole filled stomach occasionally squirmed as Cole shifted himself in his sleep. He really is adorable thought Andre to himself.

Andre himself drifted off to sleep on the sofa stroking his stomach gently. When he awoke it was because of a gentle tap on the inside of his stomach. “Andre are you awake?” It was Cole’s voice, quiet and small and he almost didn’t catch the almost whimper of “please be Andre” that came after

“I’m awake” Andre said quietly

“Ahh thank you” said Cole “I’m in your stomach I believe

“You are indeed”

“Um, you can keep me if you want, it shouldn’t be too difficult to get things running with Martha in charge”

“Cole do not finish the sentence you are making”

Cole blithely continued “Anyway, if you need anything I have leftovers in the freezer and fridge that should last you a month or so”

“COLE” Andre Yelled at his stomach

“Andre” Cole replied sheepishly

“Do you think I care so little for you that I would digest you without a second thought”

“Well I”

“No Cole, I care for you a great deal more than that, god in spite of your encyclopaedic knowledge of the Law and of Obscure Board games, you are stupid”

“I, I guess I am”

“Have you slept”

“Well I looked at my watch and it’s about 12 o’clock”

“Jeeze I swallowed you at about a quarter past 6”

“I’ve been asleep for nearly 18 hours!”

“Yes and you need it quite frankly” he slowly stood up “I need to let you out now so you can shower”

“Thanks”

“Martha says you can’t come into the office until Monday and you are to take the weekend off any sort of work” said Andre reading off the message Martha had sent him, though she had included more expletives and uses of the phrase “that damn idiot”

“um Andre

“Yeah Cole”

“Can I talk to you, outside your stomach”

“Like I said you probably need to take a shower so…” he slowly but surely regurgitated Cole, out of his stomach, up his oesophagus and out of his mouth.

“Thank you, Andre” said a very sopping wet Cole “But I did mean let me out in the bathroom so I can clean up easier”

“you make a salient point”

Cole rose to his feet completely covered in stomach juices he made his way, slightly unsteadily - to the bathroom. Andre, slightly unsure followed him , just in case he fell.

“Andre, I’m not going to faint - I promise” said Cole as he reached the bathroom “Just give me five minutes ok”

“Ok”

Cole stepped into the shower room and stripped off his sopping wet clothes and sighed. He had made such an unmitigated ass of himself hadn’t he. In between sleep he had heard what he thought was Andre confessing his feelings to him, he couldn’t lie - even though it was difficult for him to admit feelings for someone who was well an employee therefore opening up a whole can of worms that he didn’t want to think about - he couldn’t lie - if Andre had been confessing, he felt the same.

Andre made him feel safe, both physically and emotionally, and he loved cooking for him and generally being around him. He also couldn’t lie - Andre was hot, he was well built with a chiselled jawline and a mop of brown hair.

He let the water wash over him cleaning him of Andres stomach juices, mostly just mucous - he was thankful that Andre didn’t decide to digest him after all - honestly though being in Andre’s stomach was nice, it was a safe space, one that he had enjoyed being kept in, near enough the second he’d been in the chamber it had felt like he was perfectly safe, not stressed in the slightest and his tiredness had hit him all at once, in that moment all he had wanted was to sleep and so he had done so, the hit on his head, he thought as he gingerly rubbed at it, probably had aided in that.

He got out of the shower and dressed quickly slipping into shorts and a tee shirt before making his way up to the kitchen. Andre was standing there buttering some toast, “Showers free” he said to Andre

“Oh thanks, here I made you toast and there’s some coffee in the pot” Said Andre hurrying back, Cole busied himself with the toast, it really was nice.

Andre got back from the shower a few minutes later having dressed himself in shorts and a tee shirt, like Cole had.

“Andre, we need to talk” Cole said “your toast was delicious by the by” he added grinning awkwardly

The “we need to talk” had made Andre worried but the second comment set his mind (somewhat) at ease. He sat down beside Cole

“Andre, I first want to thank you for swallowing me last evening, it was the right call and you and Martha were right to tell me I needed to rest, and I ought to apologise for not doing so” he looked down at his feet “but what I wanted to say was that, I no longer need your services as my bodyguard” Andre’s heart skipped a beat at that and he was about to interrupt when Cole said “I want to be your boyfriend” the tips of his ears burnt as he looked at Andre whose mouth hung open “if you don’t wanna be that’s cool I just - oh oh” he squealed as Andre lifted him off the floor with the full force of his hug, Andre scooped him into a bridal carry and peppered his face with kisses.

“Of course I wanna be your boyfriend you idiot” said Andre once he’d got his breath back and his heart had returned to a normal pace “I was thinking allot about it last night - you are amazing, and stupid and hilarious and frustrating but I adore you”

“I hope that I won’t ever force you to use that restraining technique to get me to stop overworking myself” said Cole blushing up at Andre from where he was held

“If it makes you feel any better, you tasted wonderful, a very fulfilling meal”

“That’s good” said Cole smiling slyly “because I want you to do it again”

“Oh you are on!” Said Andre laughing.

The next week when Cole and Andre were back in the office they gathered all the employees together in the large foyer to make the announcement of them being together, they had already told Martha who had merely sighed and suggested that they call the employees together.

“We have gathered you all here today because me and Cole have an announcement to make” said Andre taking the lead as Cole was far too giddy to make one bit of sense

“Me and Andre are dating” said Cole excitedly

“Congratulations” said Leland clapping sardonically “you are officially the last to know.

Blake sprinted over to Adelaide in effort to renegotiate his bet or claim that he wasn’t actually saying that Cole and Andre would be revealed as dating by the middle of the month and after all they thought they had just started.

“You’ve opened quite the can of worms” said Martha

“How did they all know we were dating before we even started dating enough to have bets on it” asked Cole

“Oh please everyone knew it wouldn’t be long before the penny dropped on your end and you would realise that you’ve had a mutal thing for each-other and have been dating for over two years, speaking of which I have to go and settle my bet with Fredrika, you two have cost me a 20” said Martha as she walked away

“Well I suppose you and I will have to settle on someone for our first official date” said Andre grinning

“Oh well can we do a night in, I’ll make a delicious dinner and we can cuddle on the sofa” replied Cole

“Oh we always do that”

“My cooking is exemplary, and you don’t like being out too late any more than I do”

“I know something that will tickle your fancy”

“Do tell”

“We go out to dinner and then we take in a show, I know how much you love theatre, and there’s a new musical opening shortly, and I know how much you love musicals”

“I do love them”

“Well that’s settled” Andre made his voice low and whispered “And afterwards I can swallow you down” he bit Cole’s ear gently and Cole playfully batted him away

“Ok but tonight I’m making dinner and we are going to sit down and watch a movie”

“What movie”

Cole thought for a second “Bedknobs and Broomsticks”

“I happen to think that’s an excellent Idea” said Andre

I really hope you enjoyed this, it was a long process to write but I’m happy with how it turned out, I definitely will do more with this pair in the future, I gotta say Tummy jail is my favourite Safe vore thing

[jisungsbff01]

.like i need you.5.

...pairing…Chan x reader

...w.c... 2.3k

...genre…slice-of-life, college au!

...warnings…anxiety attack, mentions of not eating, insomnia

...characters...Y/N, (OC) Lilith, (OC) June, Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin(rest of members mentioned)

...synopsis...No one ever really knows what they wanna do in their 20s, but Y/N has always known what she was going to do. So, she began the journey to her dream and is so close to reaching it with no distractions at all. Until she is thrown into a project with Hyunjin, a fellow senior in college, and he introduces her to a few of his friends...connecting with one in particular...

Her whole plan is soon thrown off the track she’s had it on for 21 years….

A/N: I haven’t properly edited this chapter yet, but I wanted to get something out.

 Now that our regular class finals were over, Hyunjin and I were working overtime for the day we had left for our project. We were so close to getting where we needed it to be for his presentation of it and I was getting antsy. Currently, I was holed up in the producing studio I knew that later he would be at the dance studio across town. And, if I am being honest, I haven’t spoken to anyone in almost two days. Not even Hyunjin to discuss the project, granted he was too busy perfecting his routine to notice. In turn, this meant that I haven’t properly eaten… I had no one to drag me for coffee and something to eat and I have been too wrapped up in either the studio or my room on my computer to notice anything else. 

My phone has long been put on Do Not Disturd and I was finally getting somewhere with the background vocals. I’ve never been this picky with my songs, but I think since the main music part is mostly just me, I am overthinking it. I’ve never had to do main vocals and I am by far the best singer there is, but in the end had to for this so I’m kind of stuck with it. 

Although it was on Do Not Disturb, my phone would still occasionally light up with various notifications, and the last time it did, it was 5AM. My body was aching and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I knew I was not going to be able to continue on properly with being as tired as I was and I hadn’t slept in over 24 hours and a little nap wouldn’t hurt. I set an alarm on my phone for 45 minutes and rolled up my hoodie as a make-shift pillow and I rested my head on it and let sleep take me in it’s comforting embrace.

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I was awoken by someone’s hand on my shoulder, calling my name. It was Han Jisung. How the hell did he get in here? I shoot up straight and look around, slightly confused as to where I was…but it all floods back rather quickly, “Ji? What are you doing here?”

He meekly brushed a few strands of hair out of my face as he responded, “I was getting a studio for Chris and I before he got here and the receptionist asked me to check in on the person in here because they’ve been in here since yesterday morning…have you eaten anything, Y/N?”

I stretch widely and got up, back to my seat at the desk and shake my head, “Too busy. I’m okay, though- thank you for checking on me I probably needed to wake up soon anyway-wait…what time is it?” My body panics slightly.

Jisung looks down at his watch and responds, “It’s 6:30, why?”

“Shit, I was supposed to be awake an hour ago…it’s okay, Ji. Again, thank you, but I have to get back to work. But, please tell the receptionist I’m okay.” I dismiss him rather quickly.

He mutters something as he walks out hesitantly. 

I continue to work, going in and out of the recording booth…deleting and rerecording clips here and there, adjusting the bass and trebel, the balance between vocals and instrumentals, going back through the whole song until I was satisfied. Which eventually happened. Only, it was 8:45 by the time that happened. But, finally I was done…and it was basically a whole new song, for the most part. I knew by this time Hyunjin would be at the dance studio, so I decided to head straight there.

Picking up is favorite drink along the way, which the shop owner decided to give me for free this morning for some reason, I made it to the studio by 9 exactly. I quietly made my way into the building, trying not to disrupt anyone and found Hyunjin stretching to soft music. The temperature outside left a bite of cold in the air in the studio, but I’m sure once he got moving he would be grateful for the temperature. 

I mumbled a ‘good morning’ to my friend as I handed him his drink and I sat on the couch, legs folded under me. The tall man went from being on the floor to towering over me in a heartbeat. 

“So I got a call from Jisung this morning…” he started off.

“Oh, yeah? Saw him this morning briefly, one of the few people who have woken me up that haven’t gotten their eyes clawed out, by the way.” I respond with a gravelly voice.

“Mhm, he told me that you haven’t been out of the studio in almost 24 hours?” He states frustratedly. 

“Yes, I got caught up, what’s the big deal, Hyun?”

“The big deal is that you haven’t eaten either, Y/N…you need to eat, and sleep.”

“Don’t worry, I grabbed a snack on my way here, ate it already…mom.” I mumble the last part, because I felt like I was being scolded by my mom.

“Okay, well you probably didn’t eat enough, so what is going to happen is you are going to take a nap here so I know you are actually sleeping and once you are awake, we are going to get you some real food.” 

“I’m not gonna say no to sleep right now, that’s for sure.” 

He tosses me his hoodie and I opt to use that as a blanket, once again, I fall asleep rather quickly and stay that way, even over the music and the dancing in the background. You would think the sounds would keep me from falling asleep, normally they probably would, but in the moment, they lull me to sleep instead. 

I only wake up once and it was when Felix and Chris stopped by, Chris had a blanket in hand and was more than ready to swap out Hyunjin’s hoodie for a proper blanket. He sat next to me, just above my head…and for some reason, I rested my head on his thigh. He stilled for a moment, before relaxing and laying his hand on my arm. I couldn’t help but fall asleep once again. 

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I wake up from the feeling of strong nausea. And an extremely tight chest…

I shoot up from my position on the couch, interrupting whatever conversation everyone was having, and darting to the bathroom. Nothing came up, but I sat there dry heaving for a while. I’ve always hated getting sick in this way, I always felt helpless and no matter what, I always wanted my mom. I suddenly started crying, I felt like shit, hungry but too nauseous to eat. 

My blood sugar was definitely low and my mental health was now taking a drop. And I realize how hard it was getting to breathe.My breaths come out in sporadic huffs as I try to catch my breath just so I could begin to take slow breaths, to calm myself down. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, especially not Chris. With shaky hands I message Hyunjin, asking him to come into the bathroom.

Within a couple of minutes, he’s running into the enclosed space. My hair, once pulled up into a bun, was now hanging in the hair tie by my shoulders. It was hot, too hot and I felt like I was going to throw up, even though I knew I couldn’t. He took a hair tie off his wrist and pulls my hair up, my head lulls back as he does so and he grabs my hand and sets it over his heart. There’s a loud roaring in my ears and I can hardly hear what he is saying but by the gesture, I understand that he is attempting to get me to breathe at the rate he was.

Suddenly he grabs his phone and dials someone, I still can’t hear him and I am at the point where I genuinely feel like I’m dying. My chest hurts, my throat hurts, and my lungs are beginning to ache from lack of proper oxygen. I see Hyunjin stand up and pull away to wet his hands under the faucet, coming back to put cool water on my forehead and the base of my neck. Out of the corner of my eye I see movement, but am unable to focus…or even care. Hyunjin goes out of view and Chris comes into view, my hand is pulled to his chest and his heartbeat is more noticeable than Hyun’s. He grabs my face so that I am looking at him in the eye and I begin to faintly hear him,” In, out, in out.”

He keeps a steady tempo to it as he continues to instruct my breathing and he hesitates to ask, “Would it be better if I hugged you?”  

I nodded, knowing that deep pressure has helped with attacks like this in the past for me, and once he wraps his arms around me, I am able to relax. My breathing doesn’t let up right away, and I am a little more aware my my surroundings, but I am able to request that he hug me tighter. I sigh out in relief once he gives me what I ask and I rest my head on his shoulder, noticing that Hyunjin had left. 

Once I calm down a bit more, he asks if I need a minute alone. I nod my head in response, needing to wet the cotton-mouth I have going on. He lets me know he was just going to be back in the studio whenever I was ready to come back. I rinsed out my mouth and walked out the door anyway, wiping the tears that gathered in my eyes. As I entered the dance studio, I noticed we had a few more additions to our little gathering. Everyone was here at this point, I made eye-contact with Chris as everyone still socialized amongst each other and signaled for him to come outside the door. I saw him grab my bag and say something to Hyunjin before following me out.

 He made sure the door closed behind him as I spoke, “I think I’m gonna head home, I’m just not feeling it.”

He watched me closely before taking a deep breath through his nose, “Not feeling it, or not feeling good?”

“Both?” I stated, unsure.

“Have you eaten anything?” He asked, knowing the answer already.

“No.”

“Let’s eat before you go home.”

“Chris, I’m not really-” “No, for my peace of mind, I need to see you eat something. Jisung told me how he found you and that you hadn’t eaten. You need to eat, even if it’s something small.”

I think about it before giving in and he’s driving us to a local cafe. 

Chris and I sat and ate for about an hour before he took me back to my apartment, walking me up. 

I felt the warmth of his body following behind me, guarding me…like I’m going to run at the first possible moment. I knew he was worried about me, he was the only one who really hid it well around me. And the past few weeks we’ve grown closer, we’ve gotten each other to open up and have even spoken countless times through text and over the phone. It was in this moment I truly felt feelings friends aren’t supposed to have for each other. I wanted nothing but him in my life. In this moment everything was quiet with him, the stress was gone when I was with him. I was happy and safe when I was with him. 

With him, everything was perfect.

I pulled my keys out of the pocket of my coat, in doing so my bag slid off my shoulder. He caught it, slipping it off my arm so that he could hold it. Before I could turn the knob to open the door, he softly grasped my upper arm, “Y/N, wait…”

My head cocks slightly to the side, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He looked like he was in pain, like, physical pain. I grab his hand off my arm, my fingers knotting with his and let out a hum in questioning, asking for an answer. He nods his head and whispers, “Yeah, I’m okay, I just…”

He suddenly pulled me closer to him, still speaking in a low voice, “Tell me if you don’t want this.”

“Want wha”

He kissed me, and it took a heartbeat for me to completely wrap my head around it and reciprocate but once I did oh. I parted my lips, asking…begging for more. I hear my bag drop to the ground as he brings one hand up my body to rest on my hip, the other on my jaw, the tips of his fingers curling in my hair. I pulled him closer by his waist, wanting our bodies welded together at this point. I take a chance and nibble on his lower lips, earning a groan from deep in his throat. My body filled with heat and I wanted more. But I didn’t get more. He pulled away, his body tense and shaking slightly. 

“Yeah, I’m okay, pretty girl.” He said to me, still holding me close to his body. For a few moments, we stayed like that. Until he pressed a few more light kisses to my lips, then my right cheek, left cheek, forehead,nose, jaw, and finally to my neck. I gasped from the sensation, my body still humming. 

He actually pulled away this time, leading my body back and handed my bag back to me, turning the knob that I had barely gotten a chance to unlock before he kissed me. He turned my body, pressed a chaste kiss on the crown of my head before leading me in my shared apartment.”I will see you later, pretty girl. Get some sleep, yeah?”

I nodded, pressing my lips into a fine line, closing the door as he walked away.

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Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 16

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“Liv, you seriously didn't have to buy them anything for Christmas.”

“I’m their favourite aunty, Kennedy. I had to get them something” I say while watching one of the twins try to eat the wrapping paper from one of the presents. “Besides, thinking about what to get them and then going shopping has been one of the most joyful things I've done lately. Who knew buying kids’ stuff could be therapeutic?” I chuckle.

“How are you?” Kennedy asks me. “Like, truly.”

“I have good days and bad days” I shrug. “But the good days have begun to overcome the bad ones.” 

And that started just a couple of weeks after what happened between me and Declan in my car. Because what did he do? Make it Instagram official that he and the singer were dating. And what did I do? Have the biggest breakdown known to history.

When Alex showed me their joint post during our lunch break (kind of lame to announce it like that, but who am I to judge), I felt as if the hole in my chest had started to grow at lightning speed, swallowing me completely. I wanted to cry, to scream, to hit something. And I did all that at Tottenham's gym, where I ran to hide myself, and where Micky found me.

“Liv, what are you doing?”

“Looking for something I can hit!” I yell.

“Why?”

“Do you seriously have to ask why?” I laugh.

“Declan…”

“Yes. Him” I say, kicking a yoga mat and making the ones standing next to it fall.

“If you want to hit something, why don't you try this?” Micky says. “It's less harmful, gets the job done, and they won't fire you for destroying the gym.”

“What?” I say, turning around.

“This” he says, holding some boxing gloves. “It has helped me in the past and I think it can help you too.”

That first day all I did was cry and scream while he held the punching bag, letting all my anger go. But when I woke up the next day, my arms feeling so sore I could barely move them, I noticed that the hole was a tiny bit smaller. So I started to meet with Micky in the gym when we both were free, him teaching me how to properly box while I felt like every punch was closing the hole a bit more. 

“I'm glad to hear that” Kennedy says. “But you aren't looking that good.”

“Uh?”

“We have matching bags under our eyes, Liv. And last time I checked, you didn't have three children that drove you crazy” she chuckles. “Are you sleeping well?”

“I mean… I'm sleeping a lot more than usual, even taking naps throughout the day. But I still feel tired, it's a weird feeling.”

“Not so weird. I felt like that when… Nah, it can't be.”

“What can't be?”

“I felt like that before I knew I was pregnant with Leo. But it doesn't make any sense because you haven't been with anyone since before the summer, have you?”

“Yeah, that doesn't make any sense” I reply, not really answering her question. “It probably is just stress from these days.” 

Too much work, then the training with Micky after not working out for ages, the fact that I'm still emotionally healing, that I'm having to spend Christmas with Alex and his family when things keep being weird between us… That has to be it. 

“You could always ask one of the team's doctors to run some tests if that makes you feel better.”

“Nah, there is no need. I'm fine” I smile. “Do you want me to help you with bath time and putting them to bed?”

“Yeah, sure. You take care of Leo, I'll take care of the twins” Kennedy says. But there is something in the way she's looking at me, that tells me that she won't forget so easily about the conversation we just had.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

“Liv, wait” Madders says behind me.

“Hey” I reply, turning around. “Doctor Smith?” 

“Hello” he smiles. 

“Great, you know each other.”

“Of course we do, Madders. He works with my dad, remember?”

“Oh, yes. Silly me” he chuckles. “Anyway, he has something to tell you.”

“Me?”

“Your dad and James have mentioned that you've been going through a rough patch and they are worried it may have affected your physical health. That's why they've asked me if I could run some tests and make sure everything is fine.”

Kennedy. She told Madders, of course she did! This is what her look from yesterday meant!

“That's very kind of you, but there is no need.”

“C'mon, Liv. It'll be just a blood test and maybe a peepee one, right?”

“Peepee?” I laugh.

“You know that's how Leo says it and now I do it too without thinking” he shrugs. “But that'll be it, won't it, doctor?”

“Just the basics” he says.

“I'm fine, James. Maybe a bit stressed, but fine” I insist. “It'll pass after the holidays, you'll see.”

“But what if it doesn't?”

“Then I'll say yes to those tests.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise” I sigh. “Now can I please go home? My mum wants me to help her clean around the house, we are hosting this year.”

“Ok, fine. But we have Doctor Smith as our witness. If after Christmas you are feeling like shit…”

“He can run those tests.”

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“You didn't have to wait with me, Madders.”

“What kind of older brother would I be if I left you alone?”

“The not annoying one?”

“Meh, meh, meh” he replies, sticking out his tongue.

I had had to do it. I had had to get the tests done. And why? Because during Christmas things hadn't improved. 

I felt sick most mornings, and by dinner time I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. All I wanted to do was to lay down in my bed while watching period dramas and wish I got to dress like a princess. Oh, and speaking of periods… Mine was nowhere to be found. Which has only made the tiny voice that has been in my head since Kennedy told me she had felt this tired when she was pregnant, get louder and louder.

But me having all these symptoms could be just stress. I googled it and it matches. So it has to be that, not that Declan had better aim than all the strikers in the Premier League together after just one time not using any kind of protection. 

“Isn't it taking them too long? He said he'll have the results by the end of the day.”

“Maybe they were busy with other stuff” Madders says, resting his hand on my leg and stopping it from moving like crazy. 

“Or maybe there is something wrong with me.”

“Liv, no. Don't you dare going there.”

“Then why hasn't he called us yet? Why…” 

“Oh, there you are” Doctor Smith says, opening the door of his office. “Sorry for making you wait, but the system went down and it took it a while to recover and allow us to log in.”

“See?” Madders whispers.

“Please come in, Olivia. You can wait here, James.”

“Can't he come with me?” I ask.

“I would prefer to talk with you in private” the doctor says. That's it. There is something wrong with me, I'm dying. Or worse. My suspicions are right. “But if it makes you feel more comfortable…”

“It does. Thank you” I say, holding Madders' arm as if my life depended on it. Which can very well be the case. 

“Ok, so” Doctor Smith says once we are sitting down in his office. “All the tests came back perfect, but…”

“But?” I ask, grabbing Madders hand and squeezing it so hard I fear I may break it.

“Olivia… You are pregnant.”

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Hi there cutiepie

Thought I'd jump in to request

I was thinking like Michael Afton X reader after a fighr reader sleeps on the couch (sfw)

Ofcourse if your comfy writing that!! I did read rules so I'm hoping for it to be okay. (Also reader can be either female or gender neutral I don't mind either so I'd leave it up to you to decide with what you prefer writing)

Anyways darling have a nice day and don't forget to eat (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Ee this request is cute as hell. No one's ever called me cutiepie before, got me blushing over here 😘 Thank you so much for such a lovely ask.

I hope this is alright, I can never judge if this kind of thing is actually decent lol.

Anywhooo, michael x gn reader - Sleeping on the sofa (sfw angst with fluff)

"What do you mean 'no'- it's your turn!" your boyfriend interrogated, he looked more than annoyed, mocking how you spoke the word no.

You snigger as reflex, a little taken aback at how angry he was already, you'd only just walked in the door. You let your shoulder bag slide off and on to the floor, shruging sarcastically, "Mike I called you and said I was going to be late - I've had Hell on at work - you really haven't made plans for dinner?!"

"It's your turn." He reiterates, taking his eyes off you as he realised that he probably was in the wrong, but stubbornness making him double down.

"You could have ordered something- you really expect me to cook right now?!" As you spoke, you approach your boyfriend irritated, holding your watch up for him to see, "It's half ten, Mike. Half fucking ten."

He scoffed, "So what am I-"

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"Find something, Mike. I swear to God." you hiss. You have to walk away from him to stop this from escalating because if he keeps talking to you so entitled you're going to snap. Well, snap more than you just did.

Storming upstairs, you go in a shower which does nothing to calm you down. In fact it does the opposite, making you more heated, replaying the look of 'hard-done-by' on Michael's face. By the time you're done and hop out, you decide you can't even look at him, grabbing your pillows and a blanket off the bed.

He appears whilst you’re mid action, opening his mouth to say something but it dies in his throat when you throw him the dirtiest look he's ever seen. "Fine." he mutters, walking straight past you into the bathroom.

You make yourself a nest on the sofa downstairs, hoping Mike knows to keep away right now, and eventually fall asleep with some tv show blaring in the background.

~

Laid in your usually shared bed upstairs, Michael tosses and turns. He felt guilty. Which he supposed was just, really. You had a long day and he didn’t even ask you how it was, just went off on you, took his stress out on you. And now the hunger-fueled anger had subsided, he was sober to that and the guilt wouldn’t let him drift off. 

So he got up, didn’t bother putting a shirt on and went downstairs as quietly as he could, trying not to disturb your sleeping form snuggled on the sofa. But seeing you there, you looked so sweet, your brows not furrowed like they had been earlier, your mouth not pressed into that tired hard line, he smiled a little just at the view before going into the kitchen and getting a glass of water. 

You woke up to the tap running in the adjacent room, the sound obnoxiously loud in the quiet of the house, you peer over your blanket waiting for him to walk back in, “Really? I was-” you start, but he puts his hands up in surrender, one holding the glass. 

“Look I’m sorry... About waking you up but also… earlier, I don’t know why I-” 

 You cut him off, sitting up to talk properly.“You were being a prick, Mike.” It was hard to keep your tone as mean as you wanted it at seeing the sheepish look on his face. 

“I know, sorry.” 

You crack, his apologetic voice working. And so, you scooch back on the cushions, making some room for him and lifting up the blanket for him to get in. Instead he scoops you and all your belongings off the piece of furniture, somehow making it look easy, and bundles you in his arms. 

You giggle, his arms tickling you. Though to be honest you’re glad to not be arguing anymore, even more glad to be able to sleep in your own bed.

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shark week is here and i'm so tired but i'm finally getting around to this, woohoo!

me and my sister are gonna see the haikyuu movie next week and i'm SO excited so i got a haikyuu hc (tho it includes neither nekoma nor karasuno lol)

suna struggles extremely hard with falling asleep and aran is a light sleeper, so whenever they're away for a training camp or smth he always wakes up to suna shuffling around, being frustrated and on the verge of tears because it's 3am and he's so exhausted but he just. won't. fall. asleep. but ofc aran is there to take care of it (platonically, in a big brother way, bromantically if you will)

as always, i totally get if you don't want to write this and i wish you the best of days and happiest of lives, stay hydrated ♡

Oh jeez- shark week! I'm sorry friend; I know that feeling all too well! AND THE HAIKYUU MOVIE YAS!!! It's so GOOD you're gonna love it! kjarkjekjrekjjkj the Suna headcanons YES! I love this so much Rey AHHH! Big brother Aran is so good! I've gotcha covered!

Aran was awakened by a low groan, so soft no one else seemed to hear it but him. He dared a peek at the futon next to him, finding Suna laying there with an arm tossed over his eyes. His jaw was set- and he looked rather distressed.

When he dared a peek at his phone- dear god why was it so bright?- it was 3 am. Shoot.

“Are you good?” He asked in a low voice, giving up on pretending he was still asleep. Suna seemed to stiffen at his words.

“I…no. I’m not good. I can’t sleep- I’m so tired and I just-” It was too dark to see, but Aran was sure he heard tears. “Fuck, I just want to to reach into my head and shake my brain until it turns off!”

“You’d be dead if you did that.” Aran gently pointed out, going for humor. Suna’s tch in response told him not to try again. “What do you need right now?”

“What-I don’t know! I c-can’t…” Aran shuffled closer, practically in the other boy’s futon now. He reached up and took the arm pressing into his friend’s face, catching his watery gaze.

“I’m here.” He spoke again, reassuring and soft. “What do you need?”

Suna took a few quick breaths, lips flattened to hide their tremble. “Talk to me. I don’t care what just- talk. Say anything.”

“Hm.” Okay- Aran could do that. “I’m from Hyogo. We’re close to the sea.”

Suna nodded, listening. Aran continued. He spoke of his family life growing up, how his dad would take him and his brother out to sea to catch shrimp and mussels. He spoke of their fishing trips, and the time his brother got two fishing hooks caught in his hand.

“He tried to get the first out with another one.” He grinned, earning a weak smile from Suna. The brunette was starting to calm down- Aran could feel his slowing pulse through the grip on his wrist. “It was worth it though. My grandmother- she loved seafood gumbo. She made it every Sunday without fail. If she was even late making it, everyone would be worried.”

“Sounds good. I….I’d like to try some.” Suna yawned, finally starting to drift away. Aran carried on with his childhood stories until Suna was properly out, lowering his wrist and scooting back towards his futon.

Only to realize in the middle blocker’s twists to get comfortable he was practically in Aran’s. Without meaning to, they were sharing the beds.

Giving up without much fight, Aran reached down and dragged the blanket up, whispering a few soft words as he started to fall asleep himself.

“Yeah..grandma would do this too…talk to me until I passed out..I miss her..” He let out a small sigh as he drifted, dreaming of sitting with her by the water and eating gumbo with ritz crackers.

“You’ve done good, Aran.” She told him with a smile.

“I hope so, Grandma.”

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a 300-500 word dabble for it!

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Caring For Sick Vegeta Headcanons | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: hi again! this is inspired by some squabbling i did with a friend earlier as he was suffering from a migraine. i wanted to try my hand at headcanons again as well!

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: light mention of nsfw topics, like blink and you'll miss it light

Vegeta initially tries to hide that he's getting sick

he's very fucking bad at it tho

His nose is stuffed and he's forced to breathe through his mouth, and you can literally hear the congestion when he talks

He looks so tired, and his appetite is literally halved

"Vegeta, get back in bed." You tell him when he shuffles into the kitchen for breakfast

He may be sick, but he's still Vegeta

Which is to say he's still stubborn as hell

"How dare you talk to me that way?! I am-"

"You are pissing me off." You growl, picking up the nearest kitchen utensil and holding it up threateningly

This is the only time Vegeta wisely picks his battles

He growls and turns around to go back to the bedroom, bundling up in the blankets

"I'm cold, woman." He says when you come into the room with a tray of breakfast for him

You shove a beanie on him that you had specially made just for him, since the store bought ones didn't have a chance in hell of fitting over his mane of hair

he's also just got a big head

Vegeta sneers at you but remains quiet. He knows he looks like a damn fool, but with a bright red nose, there isn't much he can do to seem like more of the prideful, powerful Saiyan he is

You bundle him up properly in the many blankets, fluffing the pillows behind him so he can sit up and relax while he eats

"You call this a meal for a Saiyan?" He snarks. "Looks like an appetizer to the appetizer."

lol @ him not finishing it all

"You... Wouldn't bully a sick man, would you?" His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment

"Of course not." You smirk and kiss his cheek. "But I certainly will bully a shit-talking prince."

"Please no."

You give him shit for only eating two pieces of toast and half of his eggs and bacon even after he's all better

and subsequently has the strength again to make you regret it

You catch him trying to sneak out of bed to go train, so you quite literally tackle him back into bed

"What... What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Stay. In. Bed. Vegeta." You straddle him and pin his wrists down. "I am not doing this with you this time. Keep your ass down until you can breathe through your damn nose. Are we clear??"

Vegeta blinks up at you, eyes wide

he's so goddamn hard rn

"Yes... Yes ma'am."

"Thank you." You hiss back and get off of him and go back to the kitchen to prepare his soup

he rubs one out while you're gone

He becomes a stage five clinger when he's sick

He whines if you're gone for too long, or after he wakes up from a lengthy nap and feels lonely

With that in mind, you tend to stay in bed with him. He likes to snuggle his head on your lap and wrap his arms around your torso while he snoozes

You run your fingers through his hair and usually watch a show while you cuddle your sick husband

He's adorable when he sleeps, occasionally adjusting and squeezing you tight, rubbing his face into your tummy before settling down again

He doesn't know why he gets so many sweet kisses when he does wake up, all groggy and confused about why he dreamt of riding Space Mountain with Goku

But he's certainly not complaining about the kisses

When Vegeta starts to feel better is when he starts to relish in being taken care of

He'll welcome all of his meals in bed and enjoy you giving him baths, and in general show his spoiled prince side

It gets to the point where you know he's all better, but the damn man is taking too much joy from being spoiled and pampered like he (in his mind, anyway) deserved

And when he gets to that stage, all you have to do is smirk at him and say one sentence

"Goku's gotten even stronger, I've heard."

That gets him off his ass and out the house again in no time

Bonus- Vegeta Taking Care of You Headcanons

You usually end up catching whatever Vegeta was sick with once he's gotten better

He's definitely not as good as you are at being a caretaker, but he still tries

He doesn't say it much, but he's grateful to have you around for when he's at a low

He does his best to mimic the things you did for him

He's a terrible cook though, so he goes out to various restaurants for takeout while you're unable to cook, otherwise you'll both starve or die in a house fire

He'll draw up baths for you and bridal carries you to the tub, gently stripping you down and setting you into the warm water

You hum softly and relish each stroke of the washcloth that he runs over your body

"Thank you, 'Geta." You whisper

"I wouldn't be much of a mate if I didn't take care of you."

He holds you to his chest and watches tv, your face in his neck while you take naps

He'll kiss your forehead every now and then and pull you just a little tighter to him

He's certainly thankful you're not as much of a brat as he is when he's sick

He usually ends up reflecting on how much you must love him to be able to put up with him, sick or not

"Yeah, well... I love you too, y'know." He murmurs. "If there's anyone in this world who's gonna take care of you, it's gonna be me."

You snuggle up just a bit closer, eyes still closed. "My Vegeta..."

"All yours, princess."

[3rr0rc0d3]

He's my valentine~ // Best Friend!John "Soap" Mctavish x Mafia!Male!Reader

You and Johnny have been friends for a damn long time, what happens when you slowly realize you have feelings for the man? Does he love you back? Surely he does right? Surely. But how can he love a man like you? Someone that does the things you do.

Chap 1 : Night time Maccies run.

[Prologue][Chap 2]

CW : Mafia and Military inaccuracies ( I am in neither lord so help me), somewhat vague descriptions of gore, blood, implied torture, murder, kidnapping, reader vaping and the two besties being gross.

“Around what time do you think you’re coming home Johnny?” You asked, as you talked to him through the phone.

“I'll be home around two in the morning, I'll have tae get ye to open the door for me lad.” Johnny responded happily to which you nodded and looked back at the tied up debtor in front of you.

“Right, I'll see you when you get to the house, yeah? I gots to get back to work.” You smiled and he let out a whine.

“But- Ah whatever i'll see ya later lad.” He muttered as he begrudgingly ended the call. You silently put your phone back in your pocket and smile at the captive in front of you.

“Hmph… Now where were we?” You sighed.

—

You leaned against your car, having come to the base instead of having him come to your shared apartment. You stood up properly when you saw Johnny, who seemed to look extra happy to see you since he quickly ran up and hugged you.

He smelled of wet grass, gunpowder, sweat and…blood. Did you care? No. Why would you? After all, your job is not as different as you'd like to think. You knew as a man in the military he would have to get his hands bloody eventually.

“Cmon Johnny, let's go home. You must be tired, huh?” You smirk, teasing him a little, to which he nods and sits on the passenger side. You glance over, checking to see if he's all buckled in, and he is. Sleeping too, his head leaned against the window, body slumped on the seat a little, it made you chuckle, shake your head and start your quiet drive to your home. A quaint thing, you had bought it a couple years back and started living with Johnny there. Johnny on the way home wakes up, all grumpy, stomach growling and all.

“I’m hungry…” Johnny grumbled and looked at you while putting his hand on his stomach, still sitting wrong on the seat.

“You want Maccies?” You asked, eyes flicking towards him, he gives you a nod and you nod in return, setting your course to the nearest mcdonalds. Soon after you arrive the two of you go through the drive through.

“Can I please get a large big mac meal with large fries, no pickles on that one please, a large coke with that one, yeah. And can I get a large iced latte, caramel syrup please and a large fries.”

“And an oreo McFlurry…”

“And an Oreo McFlurry.” You repeated and pulled up to the next window, paying for it, then pulling up to the next window.

“Thanks.” Johnny mumbled as he slowly started waking up fully.

“No problem. Don't need to pay me back for this one love, just dont choke right?” You chuckle as you hand him the paper bag full of food and drive to the large empty parking lot after rolling the window up. Johnny hands you your fries and drink before digging in on his burger, you chuckle and wipe a crumb off his face.

"Got work tomorrow morning?" Johnny asked with his mouth full.

"Nah, but I will take work calls just in case they need help, I'm all yours while you're home though." You say as you sip on your iced latte and eat a few chips.

"Thas good. Thas good… " Johnny smiled and finished up his burger, burping loudly making the two of you laugh.

"Jeeeesus man, you burp like yer dad!." You say while panting slightly from laughing too much.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

"Call 'im!"

"Maybe I will… not… It's 3:40 am dude. Big man would kill me if I did." You both shudder at the thought of Johnny's dad all grumpy and woken up in the middle of the night just to be asked a silly question. He just nods in understanding of you not wanting to die that way.

"Head home?" Johnny asked and you nodded. You soon started your drive home, it was quiet and peaceful, so much so that Johnny had fallen back asleep. The ride home was still long anyways, you had time to think…

—

"Please! Ill have the money by next week! I swear, i just need more ti- Gh!" The man struggled against one of your goons' hand as he was grabbed by the throat and held up high against the wall. Tou walk up to the lowlife slowly, taking a puff of your vape, your favorite flavor.

"You're pathetic eh? Lowlife scum gamblin everythin away while your missus and kids struggle at home huh?" You scoff and blow the smoke right into his face becore nodding to your men, letting the man drop.

"Im gonna fuckin make you beg for death."

—

You had killed before this was recent so it was fresh on your mind, you had killed the man just today but had started on him last week, it only took a day for the man to finally break and start begging to be set free, and two days to start begging to die. Then, you killed him.

—

"Sir, cleanup crew will be here half past 2." One of your subordinates informed you, with you crouched over the disemboweled man in front of you. His disfigured face permanently locked in a state of horror. Blood all over your hands and soles of your shoes along with the clear apron you wore to protect your clothes, after all you didnt want to have to either burn your clothes nor try to get the bloodstains out.

—

You sigh softly, now just pulling into your garage, you unbuckle yourself then johnny, smiling tp yourself as you carry the man to his room.

"Night shithead." You whisper softly and go to walk off but he stops you by pulling you into bed with him. He holds you tight, giving you no room to wiggle your way out. Soon enough you feel yourself falling asleep, your eyes feeling heavier and heavier.

SO SORRY THAT WAS SO LATE SCHOOL IS LITERAL HELL- AAAANYWAYS HERES MY masterlist AND AND AND UH... HERE EAT UP!!!!