#pls be gentle this is my first time attempting these prompts

[staystillinthedeep]

Whumptober 2023

Prompt No. 07- "Can you hear me?"

When she reaches up and touches her cheek, the pads of her fingers press deep into her skin. It’s not until she feels the bone that Rouen reaches further, feeling wetness dripping from her ear canal. She looks at her hand to confirm that it’s blood. 

The soldier notices light on the floor and looks up at the tv in the room ahead of her. A commercial goes on, all the bright lights flashing and people speaking-speaking but not making a single sound. 

Rouen cannot hear a single sound. 

It’s gone, the brunette thinks. Oh my god it’s gone…It was real.

She chokes on a gasp, the adrenaline giving her the energy to stand. Reaper stumbles backward, shutting her eyes as she hits the wall; when she opens them, the soldier sees the pool she had previously laid in and the thought of how long she’d been there struck her. If she passed out while running from it, then why hadn’t it found her? Or did it find her, and not kill her? 

Fear washes over Rouen, gluing her to the wall for a moment. Where is it where is it where is it

Eventually she shoves away from the wall, running into the corner of the door frame in front of her, smashing her face against it. The world spins, colors take over her vision, yet the soldier continues into the room with the tv. 

Hel..lo?

The struggling to say the word stops Rouen in her tracks. This time it sounds just like her, having any conversation with her family or the love of her life. Tears blur her vision, run down her cheeks, it takes everything she has left to turn her head. Just barely able to see behind her, the dim light and pool of blood are all that occupies the vacant room she awoke in. 

No one’s there, she tries to convince herself. No one’s there’s-it’s not there. None of it is true, the fact is enough for her to continue outside, climbing through one of the broken windows and jumping out into trees, weeds, and other things the soldier can’t see. Things she can no longer hear. 

She doesn’t know what’s waiting for her, yet she takes off. The soldier runs into the waiting woods, pushing away vines and branches that block her path and try to grab at her to keep her company among the isolation. 

Hel-lo? 

Rouen’s pace quickens until the branches start to leave cuts on her. It must be her mind, she’s lost all that blood and has been stressed and scared since the evening prior-it must be her mind cracking. It’s all she can do to convince herself. 

She trips onto a road and continues on her hands and knees across the hot pavement, a red shape in the distance giving her the incentive to stand up. The closer the vehicle comes, the more she waves her arms and screams as loud as she can imagine she’s able to. 

Hello? Oh-

The truck slows so it stops right next to her, only for the soldier to freeze despite watching the woman’s lips move. It’s there. It’s there with her. It never left; it waited for her to wake up, so it could find her again. 

There you are.

Rouen walks over and opens the door to the passenger seat. She slips in and slams it before telling the woman to drive. She doesn’t try to blink away the tears that overwhelm her again. 

Hello? Can you hear me? Hello? There you are. Can you hear me?

She shuts her eyes. “ Get-Get us out of here.” She repeats through grit teeth. The soldier turns and opens her eyes, the reflection in the window blocked by another reflection of herself, smiling brightly at the deafened woman. 

I see you.

[greenpurplemylove]

Biggie In The City Lights🪙 (PJS)

→ pairings: ceo! husband! jay x corporate worker! female! reader.

synopsis: rough handsy sex with Jay in front of a mirror after you gave him a hard-on while he was at work.

→ genre: smut, angst and fluff.

-> now playing: TiO, Zayn.

-> wc: 5,6k

warnings: SMUT, swearing, dom! jay x sub! reader, unprotected sex (wrapeth t bef're thee tapeth t), pwop, mentions of getting reader pregnant, cunnilingus and pet names (daddy, baby, pretty girl, darling, doll, sex doll).

-> A/N: basically you and jay are corporate workers, you both just work in different companies, and jay just happens to be a ceo in one. yea3x I know I’m very VERY late to the party, but mostly bcs this semester has been a fucking train-wreck for me, so I just had to keep up w my peers. this is purely self indulgent btw, I can't help myself the man has just been hitting so different for me, like damn I need him and I need to recreate every Juno position w him. yea so 5k+ words of straight up porn that I could cough up so pls leave a like, reblog, and comment haha. anyways, enjoy. not proofread btw!

smut tags under the cut!

smut tags: mirror sex, back shots, missionary, bondage (jay ties your hands behind your back with his belt), tit sucking, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, and breeding kink.

🪙

“Spread your legs.” he murmured at the shell of your ear as he glanced at your figure in the mirror.

His hands sliding further up your lacy emerald green brassiere as you complied like a servant.

His usual gentle touch was laced with erotic rush, the flesh of your breast and your nipples hardening against his palm jolted arousal straight to his dick as if he hasn’t gotten used to touching them every now and then.

You’ve had your fair share of fucks all over your shared apartment. The bed, most certainly. The shower. The couch. The coffee table. The kitchen island. And occasionally, the floor.

Though tonight how ever, he decided to switch things up. Prompting instead to have you bent over the dressing table,

ass plump against his bulge and tits spilling against your bra like twin peak mountains in front of the mirror,

all for him to relish and ruin after having to deal with your promiscuous actions for the day.

Your ‘promiscuous’ actions being none other than you getting him all worked up and hard in a club while he was having a conversation with his work colleagues.

Noting that he was already too tired and horny for you to be interested in the conversation in the first place though.

The lewd pictures you sent to him prior to this was the only thing running through his mind.

The pictures you sent to him of you spreading your bare pussy with your fingers for him while he was at an important board meeting that very noon,

made him all the more sexually frustrated he was at you when you came in the front door of the club.

Even in your near messy clothing after work made him all worked up. If he squinted his eyes a little bit he swore he could imagine the soft pink after sex glow looming over your cheeks as the shot he took oozed down his throat like liquid fire.

But ultimately, as the night passed by, the touch of your palm stroking dangerously upwards against his thigh was what made him snap and stood up quicker than lightning, as he was already in his breaking point and your touch sent him over the edge.

Leaving a quick getaway excuse to his co-workers just to take you hand-in-hand with him as you exited the club, his grip a little tighter than you might like.

Indicating his overbearing, almost leaking frustration at you.

“Holy fuck.” he spoke, dazed at the view in front of him similar to a pubescent teenagers’ reaction at discovering porn for the first time.

You pressed your lips together as an attempt to hold back your moans.

Feeling his fingers caressing the band of your underwear that was covering your clothed cunt. It didn’t take long for him, however, to strip that pretty pair of underwear from your body.

Leaving your bare folds on display for him similar of that to a page on a playboy magazine.

The smell of the sandalwood and cinnamon scented diffuser in front of you drove further up your nose, his eyes molted in arousal as he eyed you through the mirror,

taking in your salacious expression as you both made eye contact.

Your eyes trailed to his right palm through the mirror as he lifted it before hurling it down making you let out a yelp as he roughly smacked your ass,

the sound echoing against the walls of your shared bedroom.

“Don’t you look at me like that y/n.” his tone firm as his palm came down on your ass again, this time it made your body almost lurched forward against the dresser at the mercy of his palms. “Not after what you’ve put me through today.”

You can only gasp and yelp at the feeling as he clasped your wrists behind your back with a single hand, an ideally intimate replacement for a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

The forceful blow of his palm left a stinging sensation on your ass, but being the gentle natured man at heart that he was, he spared a few merciful strokes after every mistreatment as an attempt to help sooth the stinging feeling.

“Jongseong.” you moaned as he stroked your ass that was red from all the harsh strikes done by his slender veiny hands,

feeling the corners of your eyes tearing up as you tugged on your bottom lip, tilting your head to the side.

Too flustered to see the pornographic view on the mirror in front of you.

“You’re not being fair.” you whined as you looked pass your shoulder, letting out a sigh as you see his hand spreading your ass apart.

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow at you,

“How so?” the tone of his voice sweet like honey to your ear, contrary to his previous vices.

You could only sigh at the mercy of fingers, as they spread your folds. The view of your glistening entrance made him almost weak in the knees,

his eyes softened as you doted his features through the mirror, his cheeks grew cherry red and his gaze spilling with lust at the sight in front of him.

“I’m already half naked and your still fully dressed.” you spoke, the erotic shame nearly muting your lips as they pursed and eyes widen,

silently begging for him to start stripping his opaque, sleeve-wrinkled white shirt off of his shoulders as you eyed him through the mirror.

Praying to see his muscle contorting at every move and to feel his naked skin against yours.

Your silent prayer was then met with a scoff as your eyes met in the mirror. A devilish smirk pried from his soft pink lips as he eyed you like he had his fingers wrapped around you.

When in fact, he does quite literally have his fingers wrapped around you. Gripping onto your body so tightly you were sure they’d scar in the morning.

“I’m only being fair darling.” he spoke with his sultry tone, hot as the summer sun.

His lips then latched onto your lower back, just above where he’d clasped your hands together making you sigh as his kisses trailed upwards.

As his lips traced to the back of your neck, in a swift quick motion, he casted aside your hair onto one shoulder before gently looping it around his palm, pulling your head slightly upwards,

your neck exposed to him more than ever as his lips started kissing, sucking, and bitting on your neck. The sensation of his lips was enough to make your insides pool wet.

A moan slipped pass your lips as you feel his tongue grazing over your weak spots, feeling his smile forming against your skin making you tug on your bottom lip and roll your eyes back as a response.

You feel a shiver down your spine as you feel his breath coming closer towards your ear, making you press your lips together as he bit a small part of your ear.

“Tell me baby, do you like it when I do this to you?” he whispered at the shell of your ear, the deep sultry tone of his voice made your pussy throb as his words and touch set a vicious spark trailing down to the pit of your stomach.

You wanted to speak, you really did. But the feeling alone preyed you into silence as his eyes landed on your face through the mirror, vicious, lustful, and hungry only for you.

The heat on your face grew warmer as you felt him tug on your hair making you lean your head to face him, before he latched his lips on to yours.

The kiss grew rough and passionate as he slipped his tongue in making you let out a moan before he pulled away abruptly.

“I know you can tell me y/n, I can see it at the tip of your tongue.” he whispered as his lips trailed kisses on your neck making you let out a whine before he pulled away from your back completely.

A cold wind coming through your back at the loss of his warmth, sending shivers down your spine as you feel your nipples harden at the sudden gush of cool air.

“I thought you’d be the one to talk, after those pictures you sent me while I was at work.” he teased as he let go of the hand that was gripping your hands together before spreading your ass as he watched your slick pooling against your folds.

Your hands gripped onto the sides of the dresser as you felt the rush of pleasure surging over your veins.

“Did you enjoy teasing me? Did you love the fact that I got a hard on at work because of you?” he whispered rather harshly making you press your lips together as he pressed his clothed bulge against your entrance making you let out a whine.

He sighed as he watched the zipper cover of his formal cotton pants slowly stained wet from your slick. He let out a silent groan as he gripped onto your waist, forcing you to grind on his clothed cock.

His eyebrows knitted together and his mouth hung loose, lost at how good your folds felt against him. Soaked and bare just for him.

You rolled your eyes back at the sensation, grinding harder against him, making him let out a moan.

All of a sudden his movement halted, your eyes widen in wonder as you looked at his face through the mirror.

“Fuck it.” was the last thing you heard him whisper before unclasping his belt. Removing it from his jet black pants as he used it to tie your hands together behind your back, making you let out a whine.

“Jongseong, please no, I wanna touch you.” you begged as your face grew redder. But your words were only met with a harsh slap to your ass making you yelp.

“Then you should’ve thought about that about before sending me those nudes.” he whispered as his words were laced in arousal, frustration, and dominance with every syllable pouring from his lips.

Unzipping his pants and boxers before stripping them off of his body and shoving it to the side unceremoniously.

His rock hard dick already in between your ass cheeks at dial speed before his hands caressed the sides of your body as he kissed your shoulders longingly.

The sweet taste of your bare skin worked him up like no other. The smell of your everyday perfume still thinly clinging onto your skin as they trickled up his nostrils, adorning him with a comforting familiar scent.

You moaned as you felt his hands stroking up your bra, kneading your bare breasts ever so selfishly before unclasping your bra gently, removing them from your body and discarding them to the side.

Pressing your back against his chest, his arms cling over your shoulders making you let out a faint gasp as you felt his arm lightly choking on your throat, the pressure enough to send sparks straight to your cunt.

Taking the bottom part of his shirt in his teeth, eyeing your lustful expression that was staring right back at him through the mirror before lining his cock up against your entrance, beckoning you to spread your legs further.

His tip now grazing against your entrance, teasing it momentarily as you feel him slowly pushing in, making you roll your eyes back at the mercy of his cock stretching your walls.

You yelped as soon as he began to thrust into you, taken a back by his actions when he didn’t even give time for you to adjust.

It wasn’t like you needed to adjust much, considering how good he fucks you and how he makes sure your pussy molds into the shape of his cock every single time.

“Jongseong!” you gasped as his rhythm grew frantic, his cock burying himself deep in your pussy with every thrust.

His eyebrows knitted together in concentration, letting out a groan as the fabric of his shirt dropped above your ass, the soft cotton grazing against your sensitive skin sending shivers up your spine.

For a moment his thrusts paused, the grip of his elbow soon left your throat as he gently placed you against the vanity table, your chest pressed against the cool wooden surface before he resumed his rough pace. Making you let out a loud moan.

Every thrust of his hips pushed you further against the dressing table, his dick exploring every single inch of your pussy. Your moans grew louder as waves of pleasure surged over your body almost intensely.

The squelching sounds of your wet thrusts echoed against the walls, the sounds leaving your mouths and the vanity slamming against the wall adding to the obscenity making it all seem like a sluttier recreation of a porn clip you’d find on twitter, only in this version none of you were faking it.

“Fuck y/n, you take me so fucking good.” he cooed as he leaned his head back, eyes screwed shut and jaw clenched.

A string of curses leaves his lips as he watches his cock coated with your juices. Coating him thicker with each dive he took into your pussy, trickling down to the fabric of his shirt, tinting them darker, marking them in glistening erotic sin.

“Holy shit.” you whimpered as your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure. Feeling the vanity table beneath you shook as you jerked forward with every push of his cock, his dick buried to the hilt of your cunt every time.

The mirror shook. The cabinets under the vanity shook. The items on the table shook harshly, threatening to fall off the table.

For a moment you were scared that the dresser would break from how good he was fucking you. How good his dick felt filling your pussy up at such a pace.

But all of those thoughts grew blurry and numb in your head as you lost every sense of self you had left at the mercy of his cock.

Slowly numbing your mind and your body at every given thrust, fucking you dumb.

Your mind was hazy like a cloud until you felt his hand gently grabbing your hair, making you look at yourself in the mirror. Your mouth hung loose as you felt his dick caressing your spot, eyebrows knitted together as your face turned bright red against the mirror.

Your face was a sweaty mess. The flush on your cheeks prominently displayed whilst your eyes slowly empties out at his mercy, tears forming on the edge of your eyes, your lipstick smeared all over your lips and mouth, and your mascara leaking down onto the apples of your cheeks.

Soon, you felt the smooth fabric of his shirt mixed in with the heat of his skin pressing against your back.

“Look at you.” he whispered against the shell of your ear as he continued to thrust his dick into you making you roll your eyes back and whimper. “You take me so well pretty girl.”

“Coating my dick with your pussy, fuck, what a sight.” you moaned his name as you felt his hand spreading your ass open, giving him a better view of your pussy drenching his cock completely.

“So pretty for me.” he groaned as he lopped your hair around his palms, tugging on it harder, giving you a clearer view of yourself in the mirror.

Your body was coated in a thin layer of sweat from how hard your body was pressed against the table. The sight of your breasts glistening in sweat made his cock twitch inside of you, a hiss seeping through his lips as a result.

Your eyes trailed down to your stomach, the bulge of his dick visible in your lower stomach every time he buries his cock deep inside you, making you whine as his thrusts grew slower but harsher, your body lurching forward every time he slips into you, leaving you feeling so good and lost in your own pleasure at his mercy. “So fucking pretty for me.”

“Tell me pretty girl, why’d you sent those pictures?” he whispered as he leaned forward, pressing his clothed chest against your back as his eyes bore holes into your expression, sharp and precise, ready to have you completely spent at his touch.

You could only whimper and moan, oblivious to his question as he angled his dick right at your spot. Making your legs instantly jelly-like with every thrust as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

Anything but pleased with your silence, he groaned in frustration before leaning back, pulling your hair harder, and sending a harsh slap down your ass making you let out a loud moan. “Answer me.”

His tone low and firm, almost impatient for your answer as he continued to fuck you like his own personal sex doll. Doing anything and everything just to toy with you, just to have you so close to your orgasm then ripping it away from you, just to torture you enough to leave you coming back for more.

Truth be told, he loved fucking you like this. He loved fucking you hard and rough, it was perfect to get the anger and frustration of running a whole damn company out of him. He loves it even more when he knows how much you liked it as well.

At first he was reluctant to fuck you that way, since he’s worried he might accidentally hurt you at some point. Staying true to the gentle-natured ways of his upbringing.

But thankfully, after some reassurance from you, he fucked you like a mad-man that hid behind a finely tailored suit and he has never looked back since. It drives him especially hard when you go to lengthy measures just for him to have you bent over, moaning and screaming as he fucks you over and over again.

Tonight definitely became one his favorite moments with you. Your body felt like heaven sent him a personal care package and the fact that he gets to see almost every angle of your body through the mirror, front to back while he fucks your tight drenched pussy raw, drives him insane in the best way possible.

The silent sigh leaving your lips grounds him back to reality, a silent snicker leaking pass his seditious smirk. His dimples showing on one end of his lips. Like pin-sets pinching a small part of his pink, flushed, arousal-glistened cheeks as he watches your lips struggling to form proper audible sentences.

“Don’t be so tight-lipped doll, tell me and I promise I’ll fuck you exactly how you want me to.” he whispered at the shell of your ear making you weak in the knees as his thrusts grew slower. His words made you weak, oh so weak. You couldn’t help but melt at his voice, his deep sultry voice that practically pried your lips open to speak amidst the overwhelming pleasure.

“I want you.” your lips finally loosens, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his tip grazing against your cervix.

“Wanted you to fuck me like this.” you continued earning a satisfied smirk from him as he thrusted into you making you yelp, his pace gradually increasing.

“Like this doll?” he whispered as his hand gripped the table beside you while his other hand held onto your waist. You nodded in response, his smirk growing wider as you let out an audible ‘mhm’.

Soon after the table beneath started shaking again, this time your shared items started rolling down the vanity and onto the cold ceramic floor beneath you, a silent testimony to the erotic sight going on above them.

Your moans grew louder as you feel the knot in your stomach becoming impossibly tight, a string of curses leaking from your lips followed in pursuit.

Feeling his orgasm growing near, his thrust grew sloppier, the pleasure coursing through his body becomes almost overwhelming as he leans his head back, eyes rolled back, letting out a soft string of moans. Engulfing himself deeper at the oh so wonderful feeling of your walls clamping down onto him, sending him into a dopamine induced state of pleasure.

He was lost. Completely lost. Feeling your cervix clinging onto his tip, edging him closer to his high.

Oh, how good it would look like to have you cumming all over the dresser under his touch. He had it all envisioned in his head. The way your legs would shake from your orgasm, whilst he gave it to you just the way you like it, rough and passionate.

And since you were now married, he could cum inside you all he wants, with your permission that is. He envisioned the way you’d react when he fills your pussy up with his cum, imagined having it dripping down your legs and onto the floor. But being the person that cherishes a more traditional preference, he had other plans.

A strand of curses slipped pass your lips as you felt him pull out of you completely, followed by a disappointed whine as you watched him straighten his posture, unclasping your hands from his belt.

You straighten your back as you glanced at him almost confused, whilst he looked at you up and down, bitting his bottom lip as he caressed the sides of your body making you let out a sigh.

“Y/n, as much as I would love to see you come undone in front of the mirror-” he looked at you through the mirror before grabbing your waist, pressing your back against his clothed chest, his lips pressing against your ear as he whispered. “I’d love it even more to see you cum all over our bed.”

Shit, you were a goner at this point.

Absolutely fucking gone at his words. It felt like liquid magic seeping into your skin, feeling it coursing through your veins, sending shivers up your spine as you nodded, glancing at him through the mirror.

His sharp gaze piercing you like his personal prey as he started sucking at your neck, leaving hickeys all over while his hands cupped your breasts, thumb circulating your hardened nipples making you lean your head back against his shoulder blade,

eyes screwed shut feeling his dick wet with your slick grazing against your ass whilst his head propped back right next to your earlobe, his mouth softly nibbling at your ear making you sigh. “Would you like that y/n*?*”

“Fuck yes jongseong.” you complied completely as your body clung to his touch. Feeling the usual comforting smirk arousing against your skin, his eyes looking at your salacious expression, trailing kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

“Then get on the bed for me pretty girl.” he whispered in your ear before pulling away.

Getting on the bed with your back facing the sheets, he soon followed on top of you before swiftly unbuttoning his white blouse.

A stadium wide cheer erupted in your head as your hands stretched forward to caress his bare chest like clockwork, helping him discard the last piece of clothing that was depriving you from feeling his bare skin against yours.

His skin felt warm and soft against your finger tips, muscles tensing and relaxing at your touch.

The way your hands grazed against his body excites him, as if he’s never gotten used to your sensually comforting touch. With anticipation and desire leaking from your touch, he could feel how impatient you’ve become since he had you bent over in front off the mirror just moments ago.

The way you looked under him as well could have sent him over the edge. Your face glossed with a thin coat of sweat, a few of your baby hairs sticking to your forehead, tits practically looking like they’re begging to be sucked off by his mouth, legs spread, thighs plump, revealing your glistened pussy like a Christmas dessert for the upper echelons, all for him to relish and indulge himself in.

All for him only.

A sigh seething through his lips as he eyed you with all the lust, passion, and love he had in the world for you. You looked like goddess beneath him. So beautiful and captivating, all for him.

He dove his lips onto yours in an instant. Melting into a passionately desperate kiss, only you as his thumb brushed against your clit, earning a moan from you, eyes closed, mouth open in pleasure.

Your head moving slightly away from his lips at the sudden soft rotating motion of his thumb, before he cupped your cheeks, almost forcing you to face him before slipping his tongue into your mouth, cupping your lips against his once again.

Your fingers draped against his hair, caressing them as your tongues lapped against each other, fighting for dominance. That wasn’t until he pulled away from you, a string of saliva still clinging between your tongues whilst he starts lowering himself, sucking on every inch of your skin until his lips landed on the valley between breasts.

Like clockwork, cupping your breast in his mouth, his tongue began to swirl against your hardened nipples making you let out a silent gasp and moan.

“Jongseong.” you moaned as you felt his lips sucking, pulling and tugging on your tit, releasing them with a loud ‘pop’ as it bounced back onto your body. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his thumb started circling your clit faster while his mouth continued his lewd vises on your tits, sending you into an overdrive of pleasure after the previous build-up.

“Shit.” you cursed as your fingers ran through his hair, moving his bangs away just to get a better view of him sucking your breasts. As you did so he stared up at you, eyes so sharp and intense all while his lips clasped down onto your left tit, his teeth bitting lightly onto your nipple.

“God y/n, I need you.” he spoke moving upwards, taking your lips again, the kiss more desperate than the last. Pulling away for a moment, giving you an opportunity to push him further against the edge, your mind pried your lips open to speak, to speak of something lewd enough to get him to put his dick inside of you, to make you reach a heaven-like orgasm.

“Give it to me then.” his pupils dilated at your words, pulling away as your legs hung against his hips, lust and love swirling amidst his eyes, the dark dimly lighted room dramatized the intense gaze spilling from his eyes, your lips parted open and eyes dazed. “Give it to me jongseong.”

With a sigh leaving his lips, he hung your legs against his shoulders in an instant, aligning his cock right at your entrance, drunk in the mere effect of your words, wanting nothing but to have your lips parted open, screaming and moaning his name under him all night, like a melodious track record that only he gets to listen to on repeat.

Gripping onto your hips, soothing the sides of your body, he slips his dick inside of you, your pussy drenched already mixed with the feeling of his pre-cum lingering inside your walls. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his tip hitting your cervix.

“Your gonna be the death of me baby.” he spoke as he soothed your legs, his previous actions contrary to the sharp thrusts that came after. The bed frame shook, the squelching sounds of his thrusts overwhelmed both yours and his ears, your moans and his groans echoed across the room.

His dick was exploring every single inch of your pussy at every thrust and you fucking loved it. You thought it couldn’t get any better, that was until you felt him angling his thrusts onto your sensitive buds that sent you closer than ever to reaching your orgasm. The knot in your stomach threatening to unwind.

“Oh fuck jongseong.” you cooed as you feel your orgasm growing near.

“Gonna cum jongseong, gonna cum.” you sobbed as tears started pooling at the edge of your eyes, a satisfactory smirk appeared in his lips, indulging in your sex-induced expression he inflicted on you, enjoying every moment of it as he feels himself getting closer to his own high.

“Hold it in for me for awhile yeah?” he spoke softly, his hand going up to stroke your cheek, calming down your nerves. His lips trailing kisses from your jaw to your lips, feeling his thrusts gradually slowing down, melting into a tender, loving manner.

Your fingers gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, nails digging into his skin, mouth agape, eyes shut, back arching from the pleasure of it all. He hissed at the sensation, the pain further fueling his desire for you.

“Y/n you feel so good inside me, fuck.” he moaned, feeling your chest pressing against his.

“Jongseong, wanna cum with you.” you spoke under him amidst your broken moans and whimpers.

“I know baby, I’m gonna cum.” he whimpered as he feels himself twitching against your slick velvety walls that was hugging him so tightly, so lovingly. “Tell me baby, where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside, please.” he halted for a moment, eyes wide looking at you from your request, almost as if he was taken aback, hearing such lewd request seeping past your lips.

“Y/n, are you sure?” his eyebrows raised in curiosity as his eyes trailed your body, your knees shook and twitched at his gaze, hips bruised red from the his grip, the look in your eyes begging for him to fill you up.

“We’re married now right?” you asked as you lifted your head up to reach his ear, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. Blood surging through his veins as you did, anticipating your answer, bodies already hot and needy for each other.

“I want you to put a baby in me.” you spoke in a seductive, almost desperate tone.

It felt like his whole world came into a pause, the image of you pregnant with his child coming into view, him becoming a father to your child, it all felt so desirable and irresistible to him. Especially with the way he was so so close to giving it to you.

He’d dodge a bullet if you asked him to, he would even go to hell and back if it meant he could have you in his arms. And here you are now, giving him the permission that he’s dreamt of having since he got down on one knee for you. So really, who was he to deny giving you what you want?

“Fuck.” he cursed as he placed your legs on his hips, hands gripping onto your inner thigh tighter than ever before, just enough to have you sighing in pleasure, just enough to give him a wider view of his cock going in and out of your pussy.

“You really want me to do that?” he cooed as he looked up at you, gaze almost piercing, silently begging for you to have meant what you said.

He shuttered at the feeling of your walls clenching onto him as you gave him a nod.

“Give it to me, daddy.” you said wide eyed, pupils dilated, wanting nothing more than for him to knock you up.

He sucked in his breath, letting out a deep sigh as he eyed you lustfully before proceeding to fuck you so hard, you were seeing stars. Sobs of pleasure flung across the room, leaving your lips with each thrust of his hips. “Want me to give you my cum huh?”

“Want me to make you a mom huh? You wanna make me a daddy?” he cooed against the shell of your ear, his tone contradicting the rough and demanding thrusts of his hips that made your eyes roll back as you gripped onto the sheets harshly that your knuckles turned white.

“Yes daddy.” you repeated as your visioned turned white as well. He was fucking into you with his cock twitching at every clench and flutter of your walls. He was close, so close, and so were you.

“Take it then y/n, take it all.” He chocked out, jerking his cum into you, painting your walls with it, letting your orgasm wash over you as his followed shortly.

You sighed at the feeling of his cum filling you up past your cervix, leaving you breathless as he pulled out and plopped down next to you, out of breath.

You were both of breath as he cupped your cheek, making you look at him as he dotted at your sore and fucked-out expression, giving him something to reminisce about once he’s back in his office by monday.

He smiled at you, the apples of his cheeks glistening from sweat as he kissed you tenderly before pulling away. You smiled back at him as you nuzzled your face against his neck, your hand pressing against his bare chest, feeling your pulse and his still surging frantically, gradually steadying down from the high.

His hands immediately wrapped around you, sweeping back your sweaty hair as he nestled his head on top of yours. Giving you a loving kiss on your forehead as he stroked your hair in between his fingers.

“Jongseong.” you called his name out tiredly, making him let out a small hum as he looked at you. He smiled at you, almost as if he was reading your mind.

“You want me to run you a warm bath?” he offered as you nodded immediately, smiling and giving him a peck on the lips as a thank you note making him chuckle before he slowly carried you to the bathroom in his arms.

It felt as though each of your problems have disappeared. Leaving the demanding world outside the comforts of your apartment for the night as you bathed with him. Feeling contempt, comfortable, and loved in his arms.

[bernardsbendystraws]

ೃ࿔*:･ Snow .ᐟ Reader x FWB.ᐟ Matt

Matt is selfish and jealous…

⚠︎ angst, mentions of smut, lying, and more

You should be mad, but you're not. This was obviously a set up. After building the lego set, Matt insisted on cuddling. He held you in his arms tightly, tracing the rim of your ear lightly. It's a trick he's learned makes you fall asleep fast. He promised himself he'd never abuse that fact, but his heart is forcing him to be selfish.

Waking up, you blink your eyes open to see him staring down at you. He tries to make his eyes flutter slowly, acting like he's just woken up, but you can tell he's been wide awake. And he has been. He's been trying to take the slowest breaths possible, attempting to synchronize his heart beat with yours as if it will somehow make you feel his emotions as your own.

"Shit, I didn't mean to fall asleep, sorry," he says, his tone soft and soothing, the complete opposite of his gruff voice when he first wakes up. The words seem sweet, but his eyes are avoidant. Matt's not bad at lying, but he's awful at hiding guilt.

Looking over to the clock on his bedside, you huff at the time. It's been an entire hour since you were supposed to go on your date, showing up now would just be awkward. You didn't even necessarily want to go on the date. It seemed like a chore.

"It's okay," you mention, bringing your hand upward to pet through his hair softly. He sighs with relief from the touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he worships your gentle caress. His stubble tickling against the palm of your hand makes you more aware of the warmth crawling through your body from the contact with his skin, your heart thumping in your ears as you swallow thickly.

Deep down, you know it doesn't add up. Matt builds legos all the time, he didn't have anything against participating in that task alone. He shows no signs of sleep. Even in your subconscious state, you swear you remember him tracing the rim of your ear to keep you pulled into your dreams.

Matt knows what he's doing is wrong, he knows that this isn't okay anymore, he knows he should be saying something. The truth is necessary at this point, but the truth hurts, the truth is cruel.

He just can't. Not when saying the truth might mean losing all of you. Even though your current circumstances aren't enough to satisfy his heart, the thought of not having you at all makes him sick.

Nobody is you. No matter how many girls he tried to talk to, none of them could even mimic a fraction of the things you made him feel. He gets excited planning 'dates' for you two, he feels happy in a way that he can't even pretend with anyone else.

It's selfish on both ends. He knows it's wrong, he knows he should be honest. But deep down, you can see the words he's refusing to say, you just can't find it in yourself to confront him. You don't have it in yourself for anything to change for better or worse.

A/N: Pls don't cuss me out !!! I'm sorry if I make your heart hurt, but just remember, I can also make delicious smut so like...pls don't be mad lol. These two hold a really firm place in my heart and it does make me happy to see you guys liking this au since I was really hesitant to do it for a LONG time. Please feel free to ask any questions or give me prompts about them! I know this is a different concept from my typical vibe and I'm trying my best to make sure it's not confusing!

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱

[missmeinyourbones]

we NEED "i'm just too soft for all of it." IWHT MEGUMI PLS IM BEGGING

I'M JUST TOO SOFT FOR ALL OF IT (m. fushiguro)

a/n: me making up medical shit LMFAO, repressed and emotionally constipated megumi, deadbeat dad t*ji, slight mentions and undertones of toxic masculinity

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

Since he was four years old and still growing into his long-sleeved sweaters, Megumi has learned to heal his own wounds or almost die trying.

A routine that he now knows like the back of his hand, he'd returned from his latest mission with weeping cuts and exhaustion clear beneath his eyes, making a point to stop at the medical closet before returning to his dorm. With Shoko's workday over, he makes a mental note to visit her first thing in the morning when he wakes. 

He can make it through the night, he always does. Because Megumi is a thinker. He plans until he can't and covers all bases for when they're stolen. He gets by. 

What he didn't take into account was potentially running into you, of all people. Dormitory halls barren and almost eerie, he nearly curses himself for brushing shoulders as you turn the corner on the way back to your own room. 

Your timing has always been wrong, or maybe it's right and Megumi can't differentiate between the two. 

And now he's here, on the creaky wooden floor of the medicinal closet, with you kneeling beside him and prodding at his injuries with tender wrists. 

Never one to be good with idle hands, Megumi fidgets and tries to brush at the dried blood on his shoulder. The action has both of you hissing—him in a jolt of pain and you in reaction to his hurt. 

"Don't touch it," your voice falters to be stern, still coming out so gently. Megumi thinks about the irony of that—of how you can't even be sharp if you tried. You're too gentle, too soft to even sound hard momentarily. 

Humiliated at the mere idea of doing nothing, at needing help, he shakily exhales and returns his attention to the floor. 

When the damp cotton pad in your hand touches a bit too deep in one of his cuts, Megumi does his best to save face but can't help the grunt of breath that gets sucked into his lungs. 

Immediately, he feels you retract from his skin and coo your apologies. Carefully returning your attention to the burning wound, you do your best to soothe him. 

"Sorry, it's deeper than it looks. Almost over."

Megumi's response is quick and curt, like a cut of its own, "It's fine."

You nod hesitantly before grabbing the bottle of antiseptic and another clean cotton round. The cleaning of his wounds continues in silence, though your thoughts are louder than anything. 

His injuries vary in size. Some deeper, fresher, than others. Some looking like one-hit victims and others a repeated attack. You do your best to take note of where he's sensitive, where he's hurting the most. 

When you reach a certain scratch on his bicep, you're able to catch a glimpse of his face. Sweat beading on his forehead and damp hair sticking to his skin, Megumi bites the collar of his uniform to suppress any kind of noise (weakness) from you. 

When he slips up and lets out a guttural muffled groan, you think you might audibly whimper yourself. 

"You can yell if you want to," you try to help him in any way you can, "or squeeze my hand or—"

"I'm fine," Megumi attempts to bark again, but this time is different. It's not cold or sharp like it was last time. You can hear how it shakes against the echos of the closet, how it sounds like the burn of tears building in a sore throat.

And between the pain everywhere he still has feeling and the intimacy of you carefully caressing him, Megumi finds himself tearing up. 

"Hey," he feels you whisper, attempting to caress his jaw and prompt him to look at you, "hey, you okay?"

He can't find it in himself to answer nor lift his head, so he sniffles like a kicked child and crinkles his nose in disgust at his own pathetic actions.

Megumi is tough, one of the toughest people you know. You've seen him more beat up than this and barely break a sweat. Your head feels light at the realization that something's wrong. He shouldn't be in this much pain from the familiar burning of antiseptic he's felt a dozen times over. Maybe it's from a cursed weapon, or a technique where—

A stifled sob cuts you off.  

Like a glass cracking beneath pressure, you feel something inside you break. No longer caring about cleaning his cuts or avoiding sensitive areas, you can't stop yourself from wrapping around his hunched frame. 

Megumi's breath hitches as you hold him, feels your hair tickling his neck when you rub his back and whisper.

"I'm sorry, I know, but you're doing so good, okay? And I'm almost done—"

"Don't do that," he bites. 

Assuming he's referring to prodding at a specific wound, you flinch and loosen your grip, "Do what?"

"Talk to me like that," he snarls with a crack, "in that—voice."

He feels your head remove its weight from his shoulder slowly, "Why?"

"Because I can't—" Megumi's voice almost breaks before he whines, gritting his teeth when he whimpers, "I can't handle it."

And just like that, Megumi is four years old again. He's scraping his knee on the concrete of his front lawn, and a blurry father-shaped figure with dark hair and legs far too tall tells him to be a man. Not being old enough to use the stove without supervision, but still knowing enough to save his cries for his pillow when Tsumiki is snoring and can't overthink his tears. He thinks of Gojo—of the first time he broke down in front of him and was met with whispers of good intent and love that registered in his brain as pity. Humiliation.

He doesn't realize he's crying until he feels your fingertips on his wet cheeks, replacing the stinging of antiseptic with a fluttering and velvety touch. 

Between sniffled strings of apologies and a few hiccups of words that don't quite make sense, you piece together that Megumi isn't crying because he's in pain. He's crying because he can, because you're helping him in a way he never asked for, let alone known. 

"I've never...been allowed to, like, feel—"

"Hey," you're soft again, as if you ever weren't. "I know," fingers delicately brush his sticky eyelashes when you remind him, "but you are now."

"Are what?"

"Allowed," you whisper against his cheek, "to feel however you want when you're around me."

And Megumi doesn't know how you do it. How you remain a light in a world that's constantly doing all it can to kick you while you're down. Maybe you're just naive, so stupidly optimistic that it'll eventually be your own demise. Maybe.

But, Megumi can't find himself to care, because he knows that for as long as he's on this earth, he'll be damned if he lets anything happen to that light of yours. 

Back to reality and rubbing at his stinging eyes, Megumi softly scoffs. "Y'know, sometimes you look at me with those stupid eyes and I don't know what happens, but I almost feel sick."

Your laughter tastes like water, "I know what you mean. But in a good way though, right?"

"Yeah," he nods, "in a good way."

When Megumi's back finally hits his mattress at an ungodly hour of the morning—something he's been dreaming of since he'd left it hours ago—he's sickeningly sore and his eyes burn with hypersensitivity. He lets himself close his eyes thinking of your hands, the ones that soaked his now scabbing wounds and wiped his watery eyes. 

Megumi plans, sure, but he never could have prepared for you. 

[rosyblooom]

blooming season🌷 (1) | ln4

"grief is just love with no place to go”

PAIRING: lando norris x fem nepo!reader WORD COUNT: 2.6k WARNING(S): mentions of death & blood, swearing SUMMARY: four years after she fled monaco, y/n is back on the anniversary of her father's death. however, an unexpected encounter with an f1 driver disrupts her plans. A/N: my first time doing this, so probably has errors. if you've got any thoughts or requests pls let me know xoxo hope u enjoy! :)

part 1 <- | part 2

The scent of salt still lingers in the air, but now it feels different, not as welcoming as it used to be. It's a painful reminder of days gone by, days filled with joy and warmth that now seem distant and unattainable. No matter how hard you try, you can't shake off the memories, replaying them in your mind like a scratched vinyl record that refuses to play properly.

Today marks four years since your father's passing, and four years since you left Monaco. You were just eighteen then, fresh out of high school, when the news of your father's tragic car accident hit you like a ton of bricks. In a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sorrow, you packed your bags that very night and left before the weight of it all drowned you.

You couldn't bring yourself to attend your father's funeral, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't real. But deep down, you knew the truth—your father was gone, and nothing could change that. Even as you threw yourself into your studies, pursuing a nursing degree, the pain never truly went away.

And now, here you are, sitting alone on this deserted stretch of beach, watching the waves crash against the shore in a steady rhythm.

This spot holds a special place in your heart, known only to a handful of locals—a fact you couldn't be more grateful for. Here, away from the watchful eyes of tourist crowds, you find solace as you simply listen to the earth rotate.

You exhale slowly, leaning forward to brush the sand from your palms before reaching into your bag for the bottle of red wine nestled inside. It takes a bit of effort to uncork it completely, but the satisfying pop is worth the wait. With careful precision, you fill a wine glass to the brim with the rich, maroon liquid—something to take the edge off.

"Welcome back, Y/N," you whisper to yourself, lifting the glass in a silent salute. "Thank you, thank you. I can't imagine anything worse."

A bitter chuckle escapes your lips, a stark contrast to your usual composed demeanour. It's been 1,460 days, yet it feels like your world only just came crashing yesterday.

Needing calm now, you take a sip of the wine, savouring its sweetness, when the sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention, pulling you back to the present moment.

"Seriously?" you think to yourself, feeling your heart plummet like a stone sinking into deep waters. You took every precaution to keep your return under wraps—after all, you paid good money for that privilege.

Arriving just last night, you made it a point to rise at the crack of dawn, a time before the world awoke; a time when it's just you and no one else. You couldn't bear the idea of facing the prying eyes that would surely accompany the day ahead. For once, you didn't want to be known as the daughter of one of Monaco's wealthiest families; you simply wanted to be yourself, stripped of titles and expectations—a daughter mourning her father.

Feeling like a trapped animal, you become acutely aware of every sound and movement, your gaze locked on the figure approaching.

A man.

His brown curls bounce with each step until he comes to an abrupt stop just a few feet away from you.

With a small wave and a nod, he greets you with a simple "Hey."

It takes a moment for you to register that the greeting is directed at you, causing you to tear your gaze away without a response. Your eyes flit between the gentle ripples of the sea and the man settling down uncomfortably close, prompting an annoyed grunt to escape your lips.

“Fuck spatial awareness, huh…,” you mutter under your breath, though not quiet enough to evade his notice. He slips off his black headphones, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Sorry, what?"

You clear your throat, then sit up straight and gesture expansively. "All this space, and you have to sit right next to me?”

He smiles.

Your gaze narrows.

"But I'm not right next to you," he retorts with a playful grin. "You're all the way over there." He points towards you and then at himself. "And I'm right here."

"Well, it's still too close," you snap.

"Sorry, did you buy this beach or something?" he counters, his grin widening. "Last time I checked, it's open to all members of—."

Growing increasingly frustrated, you interject, "No, I didn't buy anything. I just want some personal space. But clearly, that's lost on you."

With a scoff, you spring to your feet, snatching up your towel and cramming it into your bag, sand and all.

"Wait, you don't have to leave," he insists, his footsteps drawing closer. But you pay him no mind, tossing your phone into your bag and hastily gathering the rest of your belongings from the ground.

Once everything is crammed into your bag, you snatch up your half-empty glass of wine and stand upright, only to feel a foreign warmth enveloping your hand and glass. The man now stands directly in front of you, invading your personal space completely; you have to tilt your head back slightly to meet his piercing green gaze.

"Look, I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but—" he begins, but you cut him off sharply.

"Way too close now," you snap, attempting to pull your hand away, but he refuses to release his grip.

"You do realise I'm trying to apologise, right?" he asks, confusion evident in his eyes.

"I don't care."

His grip remains firm. "There's plenty of space for both of us here."

"It doesn't matter anymore," you respond, your patience wearing thin.

The struggle continues, your voice growing louder with each tug. "Let go of the fucking glass!"

Suddenly, a sharp yell pierces the air, followed by the hollow thuds of broken glass hitting the ground. Shock washes over you as you barely register the sticky liquid trickling down your hand and onto your toes.

"Ah, shit," he exclaims, snapping you out of your daze. You quickly assess the situation, noticing the shattered remnants of the wine glass scattered on the ground, staining the sand crimson.

Panic sets in as you frantically check your hand and feet for any injuries, your eyes wide with fear. After several anxious moments, you breathe a sigh of relief.

I'm okay.

The tranquillity is abruptly shattered by deep groans echoing through the air, drawing your attention to the man's slumped figure with his back turned to you. His face remains hidden from view.

Though he's clearly in pain, you're tempted to slip on your shoes and make a hasty escape. Today is already burdened with its own weight; you're not sure you can handle any more. You even take a step back, ready to flee, but then something stops you.

A pang of guilt washes over you, weighing you down like heavy bags strapped to your legs. With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly admit to yourself, "I can't believe I'm about to do this."

"Okay, fine. How about you put on your big boy boots and let me take a look at that?" you say, crossing your arms expectantly.

There's no reaction from him, not even a response.

Rolling your eyes, you drop your bag onto the sand and cautiously circle around him until you're face-to-face with his unruly brown curls.

"Hello?" you tap his shoulder, frustration creeping into your voice. "Earth to the stranger who doesn't understand personal space?"

"Seriously?" he retorts, his tone sharp.

His eyes meet yours as he straightens up, his expression guarded, but you simply shrug, maintaining a neutral demeanour, and extend your hand.

"Let me see," you say calmly.

For a moment, he simply stares at you in bewilderment, but then he tentatively extends his hand towards yours.

"I see," you breathe, examining the large cut in his palm with care, mindful not to dirty it with your fingers. Despite the blood seeping from the wound, you release a relieved sigh after a thorough inspection—it's not as deep as it initially appeared.

"Alright," you announce, dropping his hand and clapping your hands together. "Go home, make sure nothing touches that hand, clean the cut, and bandage it. Keep it dry for a couple of days, and then reassess."

Without waiting for a response, you turn towards your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and shoot him one final glance.

"This has been... unpleasant," you remark dryly. "I really hope our paths don't cross again. Goodbye."

"Wait!"

You shake your head and ignore him, determined to continue onward.

"Wait!" he calls out again, desperation evident in his tone. "I don't have any bandages!"

You stop walking, considering his words, but still don't turn around.

"And... I don't have any sanitising stuff either," he adds, his voice trailing off slightly.

Slowly, you turn around and wave your hands dismissively in the air, shouting back, "That's what supermarkets are for! I guess it's time for a shopping trip!"

Just as you're about to spin on your heel and leave again, his voice cuts through the distance.

"Look, you seem like you know what you're doing. Can't you just help me out here?"

Shielding your eyes from the harsh glare of the sun, you squint at him as he begins jogging toward you. "That advice," you shout back, "was me helping you out. Trust me, I wanted to leave way earlier."

For a moment, neither of you speaks as you watch him closing the distance between you. When he finally comes to a halt in front of you, you instinctively take two steps back—you need your personal space.

"So?" he says between pants, waiting for your response.

You furrow your brows, deep in thought. "Well, I don't have anything on me, sorry to disappoint. But like I said, there are shops around here."

You resume your walk, but to your dismay, the guy falls into step with you almost immediately.

"So, what? You have nothing at home?" he presses, his gaze burning into the side of your face.

Refusing to meet his eyes, you increase your speed.

"Right, because I'm just going to invite a stranger," you emphasise, "who I didn't want to be around in the first place, into my home."

His hand suddenly grips your arm, causing you to instinctively rip out of his grasp, both of you coming to an abrupt halt.

"What?" you bark, irritation seeping into your tone.

"You can google me," he offers, his voice calmer now. "Lando Norris, Formula One driver. Search my name up. You'll see pictures—every single detail about me, you'll probably find on the internet. Now I'm not a stranger anymore, right?" he suggests, his gaze pleading.

You remain silent, shifting your focus toward the calm waters as you breathe in and out. It feels as though the world has paused, waiting for you to come to a decision, to reach a conclusion.

Today, the anniversary of your father's death, is a day you've been dreading yet anticipating for so long. Its disruption unsettles you, but deep down, you know you can't simply ignore it. As much as you wish to skip over this chapter of your life, tear out its pages, and never look back, you can't. It's not healthy.

Still, that doesn't mean you can't delay it for a little while longer.

"Fine," you sigh, relenting to the situation, and begin rummaging through your bag until you locate your phone.

Quickly, you extract it and raise it to Lando's face, snapping a photo of him with the flash on.

"What the hell?" he exclaims, blinking rapidly.

"For my protection," you state matter-of-factly. "Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can't be a bad person."

Once his gaze meets yours again, he runs a hand through his hair and offers a sheepish smile. "Fair enough."

You nod, acknowledging his words, and continue your walk toward the car park.

"I'm not a bad person, though," he adds quickly, catching up to you.

"Colour me convinced," you reply dryly.

*********

As you approach the car park, annoyance bubbles within you at the sight of it: filled with cars and swarmed by dozens of people.

"You said you're a Formula One driver, right?" you ask, tilting your head up at Lando.

"Yeah, why?" he responds.

Instead of answering, you grab the hood of his jacket and pull it over his head.

"Why did you do that—" Lando begins, but you cut him off.

"The last thing I need is a mob of your fans, okay?" you interject firmly. "The quicker we get this done, the sooner we can go our separate ways."

Lando chuckles as he adjusts the hood. "I'm really that bad, huh?"

"Worse," you deadpan.

"...Right."

With your raven car in sight, you quicken your pace, relief flooding through you. The last thing you want is for people to realise you're back, especially not today.

However, as if your luck has run out, a woman steps in front of you, blocking your path. You immediately turn your focus to Lando, motioning for him to take a picture with his fan and hurry up.

But instead of the attention falling on him, a weight suddenly falls onto your shoulder, catching you off guard. You clear your throat, preparing to speak, but the woman beats you to it.

"Oh my goodness, Y/N. It's you, isn't it?" the woman exclaims, her voice filled with recognition and sympathy.

You can't reply; your mouth feels dry, your tongue heavy with unspoken words.

No, not today. Please, not today.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Y/N," she continues, her expression radiating pity. It's uncomfortable—the way she looks at you, the way she touches your shoulder so gently. It feels like you're being burned alive, yet you're immobilised, just as you were four years ago when you first heard the news.

"Your father was such an amazing man. And you, I mean, you've been missed. My daughter loves you—"

Suddenly, you're being pulled forward, jolting you out of your trance. You struggle to keep your balance as you try to comprehend what's happening—the woman is gone, and Lando's hand is firmly clasped around yours, pulling you closer to him.

Your personal space has been completely invaded, yet you don't feel the usual urge to pull away. Even if you did, you're not quite sure Lando would let you.

"Your car's the black one, right?" you hear him ask, but the words don't immediately register.

"Huh?" you mumble, still reeling from the encounter.

"That black car over there," Lando points and leans in close, his gaze locked with yours, "that's yours, right?"

You nod, still not quite ready to speak.

Lando releases your hand and holds out his palm to you. "Okay, car keys, please?"

"What? No," you shake your head, rejecting the idea. "There's no need for that."

"Come on, I'm a Formula One driver, remember? I won't crash it."

"It would be irresponsible of me to let you drive in this state," he adds, his voice firm.

"And what about your hand?" you nod toward the injury.

"Like I said," Lando smiles slyly, cocking his head to the side, "I drive race cars; I think I can handle driving with one hand."

Rolling your eyes, you relent, "Okay, fine."

With a sigh, you fish out the car keys from your bag and hand them over to him.

4:05 ───────────ㅇ─ 4:28

[auren-zagarra]

hey, could u ptty pls write a malleus x gn!reader with the prompt "i can't live in a world without you"? nsfw :3

mundus sine te

Content Warning: Malleus x GN!Reader, mention of death, slight angst, sex, sex without love, MDNI

Characters Count: 6451

The cycle most people follow in life is simple: be born, grow into maturity, marry, have children, and eventually die - at least, that was the pattern you had observed throughout your life. The souls around you often spoke with such fervor about marriage, claiming it to be a testament to true love, passion and the beginning of a happily ever after. Yet, even after marrying the king of the Valley of Thorns, you could not grasp the emotion that others spoke of with such reverence: Love. Why had you said yes to him? Was it pressure? A desperate need for survival in a world that demanded connections and titles? You couldn’t say for certain. All you knew was that you regretted stepping into that cathedral, clad in the traditional attire of a nation you barely knew and uttering those two fateful words “I do” to Malleus. But you had little to no choice after graduating Night Raven College - you had no magic or a place to call your own.

You were grateful for Draconia, despite never experiencing that burning sensation in your chest or the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. In your gaze, the role he played wasn’t that of a lover, but rather that of a friend. And though it pained him to see his formal partner in such a state, he found solace in simply having you by his side. Yet, a part of him wondered if, by any chance, he wasn't fulfilling his role as a husband - if he wasn't showing you enough passion. Still, your eyes silently conveyed what words never could: that it wasn’t his fault. Malleus longed to touch you, to kiss you, and to speak the sweet sentences that might capture all the confusing emotions he harbored for you. It has been a real pain to make his people like you… but if he could wake up everyday and see you, he would be satisfied - or rather not, because those were simple lies he tells himself before sleeping.

Love is a remarkable emotion when shared equally, but in a reality where only one heart feels it, the pain can be more profound than death itself. One fateful night, he knelt before you while you were sitting on the bed you both shared, offering a knife forged from cold iron - the blade so finely honed that it could inflict harm with the gentlest of touches. With his emerald eyes fixed upon you, Malleus whispered a heartfelt plea meant solely for your ears: “End my suffering. Please, dear Beastie, grant me this release… A life without your love is too agonizing to bear. You are free to harbor any resentment towards me after I’m gone… just spare me from enduring such anguish. Kill me, Child of Men.”

Saying you were shocked would be an understatement - perhaps, terrorized would be a more fitting description. The knife slipped from your trembling hands, clattering to the ground, as the mighty figure before you collapsed into your lap. His head, heavy and drenched in tears, rested there. In that moment, he was no longer the formidable force you had always known. He was fragile, vulnerable, as if the armor of stoicism he wore had melted away, leaving only a man who, in his moment of despair, sought solace in the unlikeliest of places: your embrace. Without fully understanding why, you leaned in, your lips brushing his in a gentle kiss, a desperate attempt to silence the storm inside him - to offer some comfort. Malleus, caught off guard, froze at first, but then, as if something within him broke and rebuilt itself in an instant, he reciprocated - softly, hesitantly at first, but with an intensity that matched the force of his presence. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his own embrace.

The passage of time seemed to lose all meaning in that charged moment. Seconds blurred into minutes, or perhaps hours had slipped by unnoticed. The only constant was the comforting weight of Malleus' body pressed intimately against yours, both of you laid bare in vulnerable exposure. Despite the initial flush of embarrassment in your own nudity, a thrill of excitement coursed through you. Malleus' hands roamed your sensitive skin with gentle touches, mapping every curve and contour as if committing your form to memory in a dance meant only for you two. His lips trailed feather-light kisses along the column of your throat, each press of his mouth a silent declaration of fear about your fragility - a delicate blossom that he could so easily shatter with a careless touch. You were his beloved Child of Man, after all.

Though your heart remained untouched by affection for your husband, your body was filled with an unfamiliar ecstasy as he claimed you. Months of marital duty had robbed you of experiencing true carnal bliss until now and regret took place in your thoughts - why had you denied yourself this sweet nectar for so long? Lost in the thorns of this newfound pleasure, a sharp sting flashed across your neck as Draconia's fangs pierced your skin. Yet, the bite delivered no pain - it only intensified the storm of sensation consuming you. His talents were evident, each move calculated to maximize your enjoyment despite his own inexperience - it seemed the dragon had studied exactly what gives you pleasure.

The passion burned brighter than any human flame, elevating your pleasure to celestial heights as he sheathed himself within you. His seed filled your insides, whether you were able to conceive or not his offspring. Malleus observed your body writhing in ecstasy under his touch, his adoring gaze seeping into your soul. Despite the lack of romantic attachment, he proved himself an adept lover, skilled in bringing you to peaks of bliss. The thought of indulging in such intimacy more frequently failed to stir resentment - evoking a sense of comfort and contentment, a rare tranquility amidst the tempest of your tumultuous emotions he usually brought you.

Malleus showed no signs of slowing, his appetite insatiable as he devoured your innocence with relish. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you, each crest carrying you further into oblivion. The number of shared climaxes blurred into this unique taste of pleasure, leaving you a mindless shell of moans and cries. Exhaustion finally claimed you both, collapsing onto the shared bed covered by an expensive mattress. As sleep beckoned, Draconia gazed upon your peacefully slumbering form with a tender smile, his heart filled with affection. Tenderly, he brushed a lock of hair from your face, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I trully cannot exist without you, Child of Man."

[goldenngt]

First Post!

Hi guys this is my first imagine/ blurb ever so pls be kindddd! I hope you like it and lmk any thoughts I would love feedback!!

Here goes…

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Prompt:

He comes home later than he planned and your asleep on the bed in lingerie

Long distance relationship, finally meeting again

You and Jude had planned a night at a really nice hotel for your reunion. You hadn’t seen him for weeks and figured a hotel would be a nice change. His plane was supposed to arrive at 11 and it would take him an hour from the airport. You ordered dessert from room service pre-emptively for the two of you, and had rose petals that you scattered from the door to the bed. The excitement ran through your body, you missed him too much. You kept glancing at the clock tryna gauge how long it would take him to get there, once it hit 11 you put on the lingerie set you bought for this occasion, a lacy hot pink set that made your boobs and ass look crazy. Then you hear a ding from your phone, Jude’s picture popped up, but your heart dropped as he says his flight got delayed and he’s no clue what time he’ll get there. You decide to lay down and watch some tv, trying to stay awake but eventually let your droopy eyes fall and carry you to sleep.

It’s around 3am and Jude finally gets off the plane. He grabs an Uber and is at the hotel within a half hour but he knows you're probably asleep as his texts go unread.

He reaches the hotel and checks in at the desk, grabbing his key and rushing to your room on the 25th floor, he knows you’re asleep but he still can’t keep his excitement in at being able to hold you and lie next to you for the first time in weeks.

He finally gets to your floor and walks to the door trying to open it as quietly as he can. The lights are on but he can hear your slight snore making him chuckle to himself. He drops his bag down and takes off his jacket to get comfortable before he lies down with you. Finally he peaks around the corner to see you sprawled out on the bed, lying face down in nothing but your lingerie, making his eyes bulge out of his head. He was not expecting this, making him even more mad that’s he’s so late.

His eyes land on your ass, and he can feel his bulge growing. He groans to himself “fuck me”, you’re so hot and he missed you so much. His bulge grows painful as he thinks about all the things he wants to do to you. But for now, he’s tired, he’ll take sleep as long as it’s beside you.

He quietly undresses, taking of his shirt and trousers, till he’s only in his boxers. Turning off the lamp, Jude crawls in bed next to you, making sure to cover you with the blanket. You stir in your sleep from the movement and he can’t help but smile from your furrowed brows.

“Baby is that you?” You ask, your voice croaky from sleep, the frown still glued to your face, as you squint your eyes open.

“Yeah baby it’s me” Jude chuckles, shuffling closer to you and placing a gentle kiss to your nose.

Your eyes flutter open, with a tired smile, you shuffle even closer, wrapping your leg and arm around him, stroking up the side of his torso. “I missed you”, you whisper, “what time is it?”

“It’s late, go back to sleep baby, we can catch up in the morning, I missed you too, but now I just wanna hold you yeah?” He pecks your cheek and admires your closed eyes and how soft and sweet you look in your sleep.

You nod, sinking into his embrace and nuzzling your face in his neck

Stay tuned for part two where I will attempt to write smut hehe 😈

[katyawriteswhump]

(i'm still) watching you—harringrove microfic

my first attempt at harringrove and probably totally weird like my usual shit, so… yeah, nervous. but I love prompts/challenges too much to resist… Pls be kind 🙂 

WC: 914. For @harringrovemicrofic prompt, green (I also got a passing mention of Jason Carver in for the additional prompt.)

CW: None. Tags: angst, pining, chronic illness (Fibro/Chronic fatigue), enemies to lovers, h/c, no Upside Down AU, slightly soft Billy? Rating: M.

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Steve hated sitting in the stands watching the Tigers win without him.

Hargrove rained all over the hoop, right until the full-time whistle ripped through Steve’s skull. Simultaneously, Billy ripped his vest off—shouting, thudding his chest, scanning the crowd.

His crazily soft-blue eyes rested on Steve. That smug grin faltered, and Steve’s heart gave a crazy little squeeze.

Billy’s attention snapped away. His teammates carried him on a lap of victory, and Steve shaded his eyes. Too fucking much. Since he’d got sick, the doctors had droned on about Steve having to pace himself. Today, that’d been a bust—all for the torture of watching Hargrove play.

Even though Steve hated him.

And he’d chew on that image of shirtless Billy for goddamn weeks.

“Stop bawling, Harrington.” Steve startled, squinted into the suddenly too-bright light. Tommy H waggled a stuffed tiger in front of his nose: “You can be team mascot. This one’s got even less backbone than you.”

“Jesus, I’m gonna punch your stupid face in!”

Steve pushed himself up. Despite his dumb threat, it took all his strength to stumble away. Halfway to the exit, he collapsed onto a seat, slumping forward with his head in his hands. The crowd stomped by, sending shockwaves through his aching bones. Nobody offered to help. Probably figured he’d bite their heads off…

A hand landed on his shoulder. “You okay?” asked Billy.

WTF? Steve flinched away. Up close, he couldn’t handle those stupidly long lashes and gorgeous eyes. “M’fine.”

“Want a ride?”

“You leaving already?” Steve gawked at Billy’s pecs. “Guess there’s only so much showboating even your fat ego can take.”

Billy arched his brow. “I’m sick of this shit. Your ex-teammates are fucking losers, you know that?”

Uh… Yeah?

“Whatever, dude. I’m leaving with Nance.” Steve had just spotted her with freshman golden-boy, Jason Carver, scribbling madly in her notebook.

“She’s writing an essay on that asshole. Couldn’t bag me. Seriously, I need space. Figured you might too.”

Space with me? “Jesus, you still never stop talking! You hate me. What’s your game?”

Billy shrugged. “I don’t hate you, man. It genuinely sucks you had to be benched. Don’t have to believe me, but I actually miss you.”

Miss humiliating me? Miss me rubbing my ass against you while you shoved me around!?! Guess I enjoyed touching you as much as I hated you. I mean, uh, I STILL hate you…

“I don’t need your fucking sympathy, Hargrove.”

“Not offering fucking sympathy.”

Steve’s heart repeated that crazy squeeze. He’d grabbed the hem of Billy’s green shorts before he knew it.

Don’t leave. I honestly can’t get up without help right now. Won’t ask for help, either.

Billy harrumphed vaguely, casually offered a hand. Steve clasped it—since when did he dig slippery palms?—let Billy draw him up and sling an arm around him. Even with Billy’s help, the effort of walking consumed Steve completely till he sank into the Camaro.

Billy winked at him from the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry, I’ll go gentle.”

“Jesus, I’m not gonna break.”

“You wanna go home?”

Yeah, I totally should. “No fucking way. Anywhere but this dump.”  

With minimal wheelspin, Billy tore from the school grounds. He didn’t play loud music. They didn’t talk much either. Seemed Billy did occasionally shut up. Only Steve fizzing nerves—WTF AM I DOING?—kept him awake until Billy slammed to a halt.

Steve blinked. “Where are we?”

“One of the few places in this shithole that’s not a shithole.” Billy hurried around and helped Steve from the car.

“I’m not a fucking princess,” Steve bitched.

“Whatever you say, pretty boy.”

“Screw you.” Steve’s glare melted into a laugh that he almost felt.

They’d arrived somewhere in the hills, which smelled of spring grasses. Steve slipped from Billy’s warm grasp—not without a dumbass pang—lay flat on the soft turf. Beyond the trickle of a stream, it was so quiet, he dozed almost instantly.

Then, through the blur of his lashes, he spotted Billy stripping his shorts. Christ, that ass!

Billy headed for the stream. His smirk was as mind-blowing as his body. “I skipped showers.”

“Fucking show-boater.” Steve snickered.

He watched Billy wade thigh deep, splash sparkling droplets over that lick-able, lithely muscled torso. He wished he could watch this a billion times over, ached to join Billy, then his eyelids grew too heavy, his fatigue winning, and… Shit!

Deep inside, something snapped. He slung an arm across his face and cried, drifted, then cried again, shamelessly sniffling. A brush against his arm stirred him. Billy lay stretched beside him, towel around his waist, chin rested on a fist.

“Tears are cathartic, huh?”

Steve rolled to full-on sneer at Billy. Ended up fixed on Billy’s lush mouth, fretting his own lower lip. “Quit mocking me.”

“I’m not. Tears help. Apart from when they’re too damn painful. You don’t have to say which those are.”

Billy reached out, as if to push hair from Steve’s damp eyes, then hesitated. Steve grabbed Billy’s fingers, like he’d grabbed for his shorts. He barely breathed. He clasped Billy’s stream-chilled knuckles to his own burning face, like his life depended on it.

“Meant what I said about missing you,” murmured Billy, as Steve drowned in those adoring eyes. “None of those dicks are half-decent rivals. It sucks we never got a chance to work through that tension and…"

This is a dream, right?

Billy’s fingers slid up through Steve’s hair, gently drawing him closer, and they tumbled into a kiss.

[a-libra-writes]

so glad you're accepting some requests! i've loved your work for so long now. pls feel free to ignore if this doesn't strike your muse, i'll read basically anything you write.

i must ask for my fav ASOIAF boys: Stannis, Roose, Jorah, Jaime, and Sandor (you can pick and choose between this list, im definitely not expecting ALL of them 😭)

my prompt is awkward/untimely moments when they confess their love for the reader OR moments that make them soft for their lover (again, you can pick which interests you more....)

SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT, please feel free to pick and choose what you wanna do, if you wanna do any of them at all! thank you and have a nice night!

oh thank you!! Im glad you enjoy my silly blog so much. I thought the "moments that make them soft" was just super cute and made me think a lot, so I picked that one. Your chosen characters are at the front, and I added a few more for my own self indulgence

No warnings, Reader is implied to be married in most. Also, Roose is Roose.

Stannis - There are many things Stannis gets sentimental for, not that he could think of them on the spot. It's all things that happen in the moment.

When he's at a social function with you and someone's infuriating him, it grounds him when you gently touch his hand. You might say you aren't feeling well, and of course it's a husband's duty to take you away from the crowd and make sure you're alright... then he realizes you just feigned feeling faint for his sake. 

Another time is when you defend him, especially against the criticisms of other lords. He can handle himself, and he always has, but there's something different about you coldly (and politely) telling them off. The harsher your words, the better.

Gentle touches on his jaw when he grinds his teeth, a touch on the shoulder when he's totally absorbed in something and isn't hearing your call, and wanting to take his arm when you both have to appear before the public. While he's averse to most touching, the fact you're considerate of that instead of criticizing means a lot.

Also, appreciating his attempts to please you, and saying so! Appreciation is not something Stannis gets a lot of, even when his best is put forth. Bringing up something sweet he did a while back will actually get a blush and grumble out of him. 

And while it may not seem like a lot, generally just supporting him in court politics means more than he can say. You aren't just performing an expected wifely loyalty, you genuinely want the best for him and House Baratheon. Being on the same page and working in tandem brings such emotions - relief, gratitude, affection - it can be difficult for Stannis to express with words or actions, but he's absolutely soft for it.

Roose - This can be tricky for his partner to discern unless they're paying close attention or it's been a long time in the relationship. Roose does not wear his emotions, positive or negative, openly. The most obvious emotion one might see is pleased contempt for someone he's just intimidated or screwed over.

Any softness would first come from his wife willingly touching him, usually when she's doing something simple. Adjusting his cloak when it's a little askew, taking his arm when visiting other lords, touching his hand during a meal when you're trying to make a point. He's told himself he doesn't care what your feelings are, he just needs a wife to secure an alliance and an heir, but ... well, it is easier if you're fond of him ... 

He's such a suspicious and careful person that overt affection may be seen as an act, so it's little things where you forget yourself that he thinks of most. When you lean into him as you both speak, or gasp in spite of yourself when he grasps you. The satisfaction of making you "forget" yourself is stronger than if you're doting at the start. 

Sometimes, if Roose catches you being affectionate with any children you both share, he'll watch for a few moments. Again, he tells himself it's simply that he "won" over you and that's the only reason he's so pleased.

Jorah - Tbh it's easier to list what doesn't make him soft for you

The biggest one is when you're fussing over him! Jorah is always the one who puts your needs before his own, so you insisting on caring for him and spoiling him a bit just gets him weak in the knees. It's hard to say what he likes best, but making his favorite meal followed by tons of affection is enough to wash away any fatigue.

Showing him off and being obviously proud of being his partner is another thing that gets him fluttery. He already gazes at you adoringly on a regular basis, but now he looks like you hang the moon when you take his arm and happily introduce him as your's.

And, he can't help but melt when you're sweet with kids. Wether you're helping a little one up after they fall or teaching how to do something, he just has to watch from a distance. Yes, he'd want children if you wished for them, but it's moreso he appreciates the compassion you show those smaller and weaker than you. It's sweet how children seem to rely on and cling to you, knowing you're someone safe - and obvs, if these were children you had or adopted together, it made him even more sentimental and emotional.  

Jaime -First, it's tough to know when Jaime is having feelings because most of the time, he's hiding it. If he's caught gazing fondly at you, he'll brush it off with sarcasm.

The easiest way for him to catch feels is just you being honest with your intentions and feelings. When you tell him how much you adore him, or you appreciate something he did - especially after you both were intimate and you're cuddled up, and you just state how you feel with no manipulations or strings attached, it does something to him. He doesn't respond at first, just quietly contemplating your words long after you've fallen asleep.

Another time is when you see through his arrogance and bravado. When Jaime's trying to assure you he's fine and he's dealt with it, and he isn't bothered by what happened at all actually, and you just quietly listen. That bravado wavers just so, and it just takes a few well-placed questions before he finally just caves and tells you what's actually going on (how do you and Tyrion do that so well?). The fact you listen and don't judge or admonish him is something that occurs to him much later. He can go to you with a problem, and that's a rare vulnerability for the disgraced knight.

Sandor - He is far more affected by you than he wants to admit to himself, especially at the beginning, but after being years of being together, anyone with eyes could see it.

First of all, you're so damn gentle. You always talked to him with a kindness and politeness he wasn't used to, and while he initially brushed it off, the annoying thing is you were genuine. You'll even touch carefully or be considerate of things that may upset him, like he needs to be protected, the huge "knight" that everyone is terrified of. It completely affects Sandor and for a long time he didn't know what to do with himself. Now he just quietly accepts it, allowing himself to be vulnerable and cared for instead of immediately crushing those feelings.

On the same lines, it used to trouble Sandor how you'd hold him so tight. It didn't matter if it was after sex or just an embrace out of nowhere (the latter is a bit more startling), and it almost sent him into a fight-or-flight response the first few times you did it. He's far more comfortable with it than before, but now embraces tend to send him into something of a "reset". Any anger or darkness that was clouding him will fade just slightly, and he'll lean into you and let his guard down.

Brandon - Though he carries plenty of bravado and confidence, it's pretty easy for others to tell when he's being soft on you, especially his family members. The easiest way to get him feeling fluttery is to rely on him. Yes, even if you're clearly teasing or messing with him, you like to have him carry you over water or lift you up on your horse or "protect" you while you both go on a walk in the late hours. It's like he's a boy with a crush again, and he likes to show off his strength.

There's also the simple things that get him every time, like when you take his hand and entwine your fingers out of nowhere. You won't say anything, you'll just do it, and when you kiss his hand and knuckles it gets the big man oddly flustered.

Asha - While she's certainly felt all sorts of soft around you, it's not immediately obvious. As much as she loves you, she doesn't go on about grand gestures or proclamations. It's just not her style. So when you do something just so damn cute and charming - like rambling on about something you love or ranting about someone who pissed you off - she just smiles.

An outsider might think she's just amused, but those in the know have never seen such an expression of adoration on her. When you finish your tirade, she just teases you with a kiss and a pull of the cheek. You ought to stop being so damn cute. Another thing she likes is when you're frank with her. When you honestly tell her how much you love her, or how happy you are - even if she didn't have doubts, it's nice to hear it.

Victarion - First, he doesn't think he's capable of such "weak" feelings and vulnerability. If anyone brought it up, they'd be punched. If his family brings it up, he grumbles and scowls. If you do, he just frowns and turns away. It's not expected of an Ironborn, so obviously he doesn't have any softness toward you. None.

Not even when you've managed to get him in your arms and have him rest on your chest - not an easy feat, this is always after sex and usually when he's drunk - and he can feel your skin and heartbeat. You touch his rough, tangled hair, and his scarred face, and his even more scarred back, and the huge man is like putty. He's heavy, sure, but it feels warm and safe. Later when he's awake and sober and going about whatever he does during the day, he'll think back on that embrace, and odd feelings he can't describe just pick at him.

A smaller thing is when you approve of something he does, regardless if it's an action or words. Even just glancing at him and nodding - even if subtle, he notices. It's like a thrill going through him and Victarion wonders why for a solid minute. Maybe he should do that thing more, or say those words again? Why does he care about your reaction anyway, and why does he want it again? It's even worse when you leave without explaining what exactly it was that pleased you. Asha says he'll figure it out eventually.

[oopsitszuli]

can i have a Obamitsu x reader head canons pls?

Obamitsu x GN!Reader (Sfw Headcanons, Modern Au)

Authors note: Hello! Thank you so much for the request and I apologize for taking so long to fill it! Love me some polyamory and Obanai and Mitsuri are my favorite KNY couple so I hope I did these headcanons justice!!

Warnings: None!

Obanai and Mitsuri are surprisingly a very open couple. Both of them are super comfortable in their relationship and trust in each other, so they commonly take turns pointing out attractive people they come across. But when they met you, things took a shift. 

You were so attractive to both of them that they didn’t know fully what to do when they met you. 

Obanai took the lead, introducing himself and Mitsuri and explaining that they had just moved into the area and were trying to get familiar with places around town. That’s when you took control. You were quick to give them your number, inviting them to a tour around the town and then a nice dinner at a restaurant you were sure they would enjoy. 

Needless to say, they accepted, and from that moment onward, you three were the best of friends. From going out on tours to spending time together at their house and helping them decorate. It seemed as though they moved you into their life with little to no hesitation, and it was obvious to Obanai and Mitsuri that they had to have a serious talk.

[ You had just left Mitsuri and Obanai’s apartment, leaving a very flustered Mitsuri pacing around her and her boyfriend’s living room. She chewed nervously on her nails, and her arm crossed over her chest in an attempt at reassuring herself. 

“Mitsuri, it’s ok. You’re allowed to find them attractive.” Obanai attempted to reason with her to no avail. He sat on their couch, watching closely as the woman he loved was deep In the throws of panic. 

“No, it’s not ok. I don’t find them attractive, well I do, but- I’m attracted to them.” She threw her hands up In the air, “That is a very big difference that makes me feel like I’m mentally cheating on you!” She ended her sentence as she fell to her knees in defeat, only earning a chuckle from the black-haired man across from her. Mitsuri looked up, watching closely as Obanai moved from the couch and to the floor next to her. His hand rested gently atop hers as he met her eyes. 

“Mitsuri, I’m attracted to them too. And there is absolutely no issue if we both share an attraction for the same person.” He explained. Mitsuri sighed heavily, bringing Obanai’s hands to her lips as she placed gentle kisses on his knuckles. 

“I’m so nervous, Obanai. I don’t know what we should do next…” She explained. Obanai freed his hand from hers, lifting her chin as his expression softened. 

“If you really want to, we should tell them. The worst that could happen is that they don’t feel the same.” Obanai gently kissed her forehead as Mitsuri let out another hefty sigh.

“No, the worst thing that could happen is that they end up thinking we are some crazy freaks and hate us for the rest of their life!” She bemoaned. Obanai rolled his eyes, carefully prompting Mitsuri to stand up with him. 

“Ok, that is a possibility, but would you rather sit on these emotions for the rest of our lives or at least get them out in the open?” Obanai looked up at Mitsuri, attempting to reassure her to his best abilities. 

“I hate it when you’re reasonable.” Mitsuri chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around Obanai and pulling him into a hug. ]

The actual conversation with you was full of awkward tension at first, but once they actually asked the question, everything changed. 

[ “I know it will take some getting used to, but me and Obanai want to know if you would like to go on dates…With us. Both of us.” Mitsuri asked quickly, her hands rubbing together nervously as she looked at you. Your eyes widened with each word that fell from her lips, and it felt as though the world was coming to a halt in the best ways possible. 

“And if you don’t feel anything romantic towards us, we fully understand and hope this doesn’t put a damper on our friendship. You’re a beautiful person (Y/n).” Obanai followed up, drawing your attention to him as he spoke. The room fell silent after the final words left Obanai’s lips. Leaving you, Mitsuri, and him all sitting in silence. You looked around, noticing Mitsuri’s nervous fidgets and Obanai’s overbearing attentiveness. They were waiting on bated breath for your response, and honestly, you were too. You were attracted to both of them, but never in a million years would you have imagined both of them feeling the same about you. And now here you were, with two of the most amazing people you’ve ever known standing across from you and waiting to see if you share the same feelings as them. 

“I..” Your voice faded out for a moment, “I liked you guys too- I just never imagined you would ever like me as well.” You answered. Excitement blossomed on Mitsuri’s face but she stayed silent, as if she were nervous you were going to retract your statement. Slowly, you stood from where you sat on their couch, a wide smile blossoming on your face as you decided on your answer.

“So when’s the first date?” You smiled brightly.  ]

From that moment forward, you were privy to a love that you had never experienced before. 

Obanai and Mitsuri are equally passionate lovers just in different ways. Obanai will go out of his way to buy you everything you could ever dream of and Mitsuri uses you as her new muse in her art. 

They love you so much and they will never let you feel unloved for the rest of your life. 

[vshthestmpede]

Can u do an imagine w/ Wolfwood, who thakes a bath w his s/o, with them washing each other's hair, massaging each other, and seeking comfort among them (it can have a little teasing if u want ;))

let your worries wash away (18+ minors dni)

word count; 817

warnings; only safe-ish for work so minors dni pls <3

notes; my first attempt at writing something on the more explicit end and it gets to be my man?? ty gods and anon for this request <3 for the sake of my writing, i'm going to make this a fem reader insert!

cross-posted to ao3

you wasted no time in taking advantage of the privacy the inn gave you, immediately tossing your belongings aside and heading for the bath. imagining the feeling of cool, inviting water had you bouncing on the balls of your feet as you turned on the faucet and plugged the tub, allowing water to accumulate.

you hastily discarded your clothes as soon as the water was at your desired height, kicking them towards the door and easing into the tub. a pleased sigh that had sat at the back of your throat for far too long slipped past your lips as you sunk down, your eyes closing in sheer bliss.

you heard the door to your room open and close followed by the familiar gentle thunk of a certain undertaker's cross being propped up on the wall.

"care to join me?" you called, opening your eyes and leaning over the edge of the tub. "the water feels real nice, nico!"

"i'm coming, i'm comin'," he replied, shuffling towards the bathroom. he kicked his shoes off as he walked, his jacket and shirt getting tossed onto the bed. "don't wanna be too long, i'm real tired. okay?"

"mmhmm," you hummed, watching closely as your lover shed the rest of his clothes and climbed in behind you. you leaned back into his chest and relaxed as his hands ran up your thighs and rested on your stomach. "this is nice."

wolfwood put his chin on your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck. you giggled and turned your head, craning it a bit so you were able to lock lips with him. soon, you turned your whole body so you were straddling the man while never breaking the kiss. a mere, simple kiss slowly devolved into frantic touching, grabbing, moaning into each other's mouths.

wolfwood's mouth strayed from yours, pressing adoring kisses down your collarbone to your breasts while his hands grabbed at your hips then slid down to your ass to lift you up a bit more. you inhaled sharply as your nipples stiffened at the contact of the cold air only for one of them to be swallowed by his tongue. he stared up at you, doe-eyed, as you clawed at his hair and threw your head back at the pleasure that coursed through your body.

"n-nico," you gasped and he swore to all the gods he could think of that you were the most beautiful thing in all the galaxies that could ever exist.

with an audible pop, he released one nipple and went straight for the other, unleashing a whole new wave of mewls and moans from you as one hand came up to grab your jaw and force you to look at him, to look him dead in the eyes as the pleasure he made you feel contorted your features.

"you're so beautiful," he murmured into your skin, slowly pulling back and resting his cheek on your sternum. your heart was beating so fast he almost couldn't detect the rhythm. "c'mere, let's get you all washed up."

you hummed, still drunk with pleasure, as wolfwood maneuvered you so your back was against his chest. he grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered some between his hands before running his fingers through your hair and gently scratching at your scalp. after finishing he had you lie back, helping you rinse the soap out of your hair.

"your turn!" you turned on him excitedly and he laughed at your starry-eyed expression. "why don't i give you a bit of a teaser on what to expect tonight?"

he slung his arms over the back of the tub, intrigued, and you swear you almost melted and thought about taking him on the bathroom floor.

"by all means, my star," he prompted and you took some of the body wash, motioning for him to sit up. "bossy, are we?"

you nodded. "c'mon, pretty boy. how 'm i supposed to worship a body i can't even see properly?"

you swear, for just a second, you see his eyes widen in surprise before his normal, cocky expression reappears as he sits up a bit more. you wasted no time in lathering up his chest and then move up to his shoulders, pressing your chest to his as you work diligently on the sore muscles.

"feel good?" you murmured into his ear as he threw his head back. "i only aim to please you."

"you're doin' a wonderful job," he replied, groaning as you readjusted yourself. "i know you know what you're doing."

"do i?" you asked innocently, leaning down and sucking gently on the spot just underneath his jaw. you smiled against his skin as his hands gripped under your thighs as he stood up. "ready for more?"

"you said you aim to please." his voice was lower, coated in lust. "let's see what exactly you have in store."

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Billy Hargrove Masterlist ♥️

This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about Billy Hargrove.

Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.

Asked Out: 

Summary/Request: “Meeting billy for the first time? Maybe the reader is dustins sister or something. They could go on a date etc?”

Favorite Pain:

Summary/Request: “prompt 7 and 14;) with Billy Hargrove, do whatever it is you please!!"

Ass Is Grass:

Summary/Request: “billy hargrove - enemies to lovers with prompt 17?? <3333"

Make Me Stay:

Summary/Request: “Billy and the reader having a fwb relationship but he's not really nice or gentle, more just using her and she finally has enough of it?"

I'm A Gentleman Now:

Summary/Request: “the little thing you wrote about Eddy comforting reader was so cute!!! sooo naturally my mind wandered off to Billy immediately and now I would like to request the same prompt, but with him :))"

Not Afraid:

Summary/Request: “CAN YOU PLEASE DO BILLY HARGROVE W THE PROMPT 'I'm not afraid of you.' PREFERABLY NSFW?"

Gentle:

Summary/Request: “can you do 18 and 21 from your prompts list with billy hargrove🤍"

Don't Believe You:

Summary/Request: “So... Can I ask about prompts 2, 8 and 21 with Billy Hargrove please? Like, the reader have a pretty heavy life trying to be perfect for her family, and stuff."

Heroic:

Summary/Request: “billy opening up to the reader abt his childhood, and the reader comforts him?"

Precious Cargo:

Summary/Request: “Following the move of the Byers, with El, to California and everything that happens with Vecna, the reader and Hopper move back into his Cabin in the woods, taking the time to fix it up. She has trouble adjusting, even after the years of being free from the lab, she still struggles to fit into the puzzle that is Hawkins. But with the new friends she's made while attempting to save the world and the object of her attraction, Billy, she begins to understand what it's like to be an actual 18 year old, not a lab rat."

Like This:

Summary/Request: “I'm literally obsessed with how you write soft Billy, so I would like to request a little fluff/angst/soft-in-general fic with Billy and trope 1 (There's only one bed)"

Loving This:

Summary/Request: “FUCK man like imagine eddie or Billy hitting it from behind, hand fisted into your hair or gripping your shoulder to force you back into their thrusts 🤤 or them leaning all the way forward so their chest is pressed against your back and whispering dirty words to you🥵"

Bitten:

Summary/Request: “Billy would leave such dark hickys and bite marks along your neck and thighs so when you wear shorts or skirts they're visible and he'd cover ABSOLUTELY every inch of your chest with hickys 🤤 making sure everyone knows your his"

Backdoor:

Summary/Request: “Okay but a fic of reader and Billy doing anal…..?"

Seething:

Summary/Request: “Billy finding out that the reader gets hit by their parents because the parents are drunk?"

Worth Your While:

Summary/Request: “okay okay, but after Eddy and Steve,, what about Billy cumming too fast ??"

Overstimulation:

Summary/Request: “PLEASE im begging you to do something with billy being submissive and the reader edging/overstimming him and maybe possibly having a slight mommy kink 🙏 this inspired me im on my hands and knees rn"

Devour Me:

Summary/Request: “prompt number 17 wirh billy pls!!"

Purely Wholesome:

Summary/Request: “i love your work !! can you maybe write something with billy? like maybe the reader acted the whole day like a brat, teasing billy and now he gets to punish her and fuck the attitude out of her?😩"

Gentleman Nonetheless:

Summary/Request: “22, prompt list, billy Hargrove, nsfw"

Little Things:

Summary/Request: “ic with Billy where you and him have been in a relationship for a little while and one day you happen to find out that all this time he’s held onto all kinds of little things you have him. Like for example little notes you wrote him in class, or receipts from dates, maybe things you don’t even recognise anymore. You had never expected Billy to do this, yk, cause he’s Billy."

Enemies:

Summary/Request: “OMG CAN YOU DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W BILLY HARGROVE?"

Gain or Lose:

Summary/Request: “Could you please do a Billy Hargrove fluff of the reader being insecure of their looks as their mother is pestering them to continuously fix themselves up please and thank you?"

Feisty:

Summary/Request: “lifeguard billy x reader one shot? Like he’s all touchy and kissy with her even tho he’s at work and maybe a bit steamy? And he makes sure she knows that he only had eyes for her and doesn’t give a shit about the others (moms in particular lmao)"

Twelve Pack:

Summary/Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could write about Billy and reader having the biggest argument in their relationship but in the middle of the argument the reader gets an anxiety attack?"

Bloody and Broken:

Summary/Request: “recently i’ve been a little bit too interested with billy hargrove fics pfft but i wanted to mix two things from the prompt list and wanted to see your take with it:) 22 and 10"

Abandoned:

Summary/Request: “I peeped into your prompt list and was inspired to request a Billy Hargrove x fem!reader fic 👀"

Sacrificial Lamb:

Summary/Request: “billy x reader fic where the reader has this negative idea of billy bc she heard rumors that he was just a terrible person, but they end up being forced to spend time together for whatever reason."

Pull Over:

Summary/Request: “Hiii! Can I please request Jealousy/Friends with Benefits with The Prompts 'Make Me”with Billy Hargrove please"

NSFW Alphabet

[writer-akihiko]

so mc running away i love it the angst 👌 so if its alright can you the same but with the dorm leaders?(pls do a good ending my poor heart cannot take it-༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

Dorm Leaders + MC Running Away

So I apologise for the lack of happy endings, if you want to call it that. The scenarios turned out much more different than the First Years probably because of the power gap I had in mind. Also, for anyone wondering, the Vice Dorm Leaders will have a shot of saving you next! When I get to it... Cut for length. Also please help to share because I limited the tags!

Warnings: Character Death [Not you or the main boy], mentions of abuse and emotional manipulation [On the Reader] and violent actions [The Dorm Leaders]

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Malleus Draconia

Your words struck a chord in him. He didn't mean it, but when you said that you weren't going back, he almost lost control. What did you mean you weren't going back? You promised him to be his Queen!

No... he's not accepting this. His Queen deserved better. His larger hands encircled your wrists, stopping you in your tracks. No matter how much you tugged and pushed, Malleus' strength was beyond you. In your sole despair, you fell in his embrace.

Every ache and injury struck your core, as you cried your heart out. "I can't go back Malleus," you whimpered. "I... I'm sorry."

Your hands gripped tighter onto his clothes. "I don't mean to fight against you, I-"

The Fae Prince sealed your bruised lips with his own, pulling your smaller form into his lap as he took in the moment of the bittersweet, longing kiss. "YN... listen to me," He said, his own ice cold tears falling onto your cheek, healing your wounds. "You never have to apologise for your suffering. Not even to me."

Malleus held you close as you drowsed off. The gentle smile hardened into a growl, as his back arched, black wings bursting out of his body. Malleus, in his dragon form, summoned the thorns to protect you, holding you as if you were his personal dragon hoard…

The principal, or more accurately the culprit, Dire Crowley was a fool to step out. It disgusted Malleus to his very core, his claws setting the very ground on fire as Crowley stepped closer. No words were exchanged between them. For all the suffering you faced, it was to be paid in tenfold as the dragon took a deep breath, releasing the fire in his chest.

"It was a fraction of her suffering…"

Riddle Rosehearts

He was ballistic. Riddle had been eager to bring you back immediately, but the sheer refusal and attempt to run away made him think that you hate him. He was blaming himself, sobbing to the ground.

Riddle's breakdown made you stop. No matter what you did, you still love him. Riddle's hiccups of sobbing paused at the feeling of your arms wrap around him. He wanted this, he wanted your warmth, he wanted- no… he needed you so badly he'd ceased to function without you.

"I don't hate you Riddle," You said, kissing his tears away. Your pretty Queen of Hearts had ruined the uniform he so proudly kept up with and Riddle himself was unkempt. Riddle cradled your sore body, letting you tell him your stresses and your breaking point abused over and over again by Crowley.

Riddle's heart softened ever so much for you, as he realised that he was to a fault as well. It was then he started to cry for you. "YN… I… I lost control. I know I can't be forgiven for the stress you went through so-"

"Rosehearts! You found her, how wonderful!" The jovial Principal cried out. In his hand was a magic tracking spell and that's when Riddle was struck with guilt once more. He doomed you, again. He… no, he refuses to end it this way.

Your loving self became meek, frightened by the aspect of being under Crowley's care once more. You trembled, reaching out to the hem of Riddle's coat. "Riddle… Please don't let them take me…"

He pulled you up, whispering to you. "When I cast my magic, run YN."

"Ridd-"

"Never thought you'd defy me, Rosehearts. Being a law abider and all~"

"Off With Your Head."

Kalim Al-Asim

"Y-YN?"

Kalim desperately hung onto your ankle, on his knees, begging and bargaining you to stay.

"YN… Please don't leave me again," He begged. "I'll… I'll stop dragging you to parties! I'll get you anything you want just please… please come back to me."

His tears wet your foot, as his grip left light marks on your ankle. Kalim never meant to harm you. He was so desperate to make you stay, but in his heart, he knew that he didn't have the strength to keep you with him if you desired to leave.

"How could you think that?!" You cried out. You stooped to Kalim's level, tackling him in hug so hard that he crashes to the ground. "I… I'd never leave you if I had the choice! I couldn't stand NRC anymore…"

You sobbed into Kalim's chest, wondering when it'd all end. You could never refuse Kalim, but what about everyone else? What about Crowley? Your spine shivered at the monster's name, wanting everything to disappear except for you and Kalim.

Kalim didn't know what to do. He didn't understand why Crowley would do such a thing to you. If Crowley was causing you such pain… He'd just have to get rid of the problem. You only deserve the best, after all. It's not his fault, nor is it yours.

You had cried yourself to utter exhaustion. Kalim gently wrapped you up in his jacket, cradling you to his chest. As if clockwork, Crowley appeared to the heartwarming scene, simply glad that you were going to be returned.

"Al-Asim, Dire should patch her up nicely-"

"No."

Crowley coughed. "What was that?"

"I said no," Kalim reiterated. "I have no reason to listen to you…"

"Since YN and I aren't your students anymore."

Azul Ashengrotto

How grateful he was to find you near the water. He almost turned red at the thought of you willing to search for him. Azul never thought you'd long for him this way, but you knew him, and you knew him well.

As if on cue, you looked beyond the trees to see your beloved, running from the sandy shores barefoot to be caught by your precious Azul. Azul doesn't have the best reflexes, trying to catch you without hurting you.

Azul took one good look at you, and the sight was enough to make him cry. Messy hair, cuts and bruises littering your skin possibly from running through the rocky forest, feet with sores from rocks… and tearful, sorrowful eyes.

Not an inch of sadness deserved to touch you. That was one of his core beliefs. He didn't say anything to prompt you to tell about what you'd been suffering. He knew. He knew every line of the story, and it made him ever so guilty that it led to this. If he just paid more attention to you, or at least try to.

Azul offered you everything. An ear to listen and his body for comfort, with his arms wrapping about you. If the simple action was enough for your forgiveness, he'd do it over and over again.

It was for a moment Azul held you, before running the water with you in tow. From the forest emerged the tweels, but what was behind you made you scream. Crowley, with his magic, retaliating against the twins' magic.

Azul wrapped you around his tentacles, drifting further into the ocean with you. He bent down to whisper in your ear. "YN, close your eyes. Don't look."

You shut your eyes tight as you did, hiding yourself in Azul's chest, away from the scene.

"May we never see you again, Crowley."

Azul and the twins in their merforms plummet into the ocean, deep down where Crowley would never come to touch you.

Idia Shroud

He wasn't surprised that the huge robot scared you. It was his secret project after all. He immediately let himself out of the robot, but he was hesitant to step into the forest. Idia was scared, but he still had to protect you!

"Y-YN..."

"Idia!..."

You stopped running, seeing your boyfriend pop out of the robot. Idia was quick to get over his reluctance as his panic shifts to your injuries instead. He wanted to cry out of joy from the mere chance of finding you.

Idia tried to treat your wounds as best as he could with the emergency kit conveniently equipped [he really did think of everything] although his wrapping technique was unkempt at best.

Idia's attempts to heal you made you forget of all the suffering. You couldn't help but laugh, realising how much you missed Idia. He knew that you needed this time. Oh, how he wanted to whisk you away...

But he might as well. You're his, right?

Crowley didn't get close to reaching you. Idia thought of it all. He tracked every move the principal made, fooling Crowley to think that Idia was with you the entire time, with the tracking device that Crowley so faithfully gave him.

"How desperate... it's honestly funny..." Idia scoffed at the idea of Crowley getting to you.

With the S.T.Y.X androids, Idia confronted Crowley, who was in sheer confusion.

"Crowley… burn in hell."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona didn't hold back. He couldn't believe you would say such a thign to him… The only conclusion he reached to was that you hated him. You hated his very core, just like everyone else… He was scared. It frightened him to the core that after everything he did, you still hated him.

"YN… stop fucking around with me," He said, grabbing onto your wrist. He wasn't about to throw a tantrum then and there. He had to get things straight. "Hey… tell me. Was I just a waste for you?"

"W-What are you talking about Leona?" You pushed against his chest, trying to get some distance but Leona was way stronger than you. The lion couldn't listen to reason. He simply went on about how you must've hated him, and how much you despised him.

"Did I mean nothing to you, YN?" Leona was shaking, his shoulders trembling from the mere thought of hearing those words.

You wrapped your arms around Leona, pulling him in close. "I never did… How dare you think that you stupid lion?!" You said, sobbing your heart out. You were equally hurt, but you never once thought Leona would think such a thing.

The emotional reunion was interrupted by the principal himself, pretending to be moved by such a scene. The false pretense of safety caught on to you, and you were sent into a panic, clinging onto Leona for fear of your life.

"I hate you!" You yelled, your body crumpling to the ground just as Leona caught you. "I hate you, I hate you. I don't want to go back, don't make me!"

If you were to scream anymore, you might collapse from exhaustion. Leona was quick to carry you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, where you were comforted by his heartbeat.

"Hoi, good for nothing principal," Leona called out, a single claw drawn out, igniting his Unique Magic.

"Move before I turn you to sand."

Vil Schoenheit

He was stunned to see you in such a state. He called out for you, and you stopped in your tracks. Was he that incompetent that he can't keep you with him? Did he not treat you right? Was his mere presence just torture for you?

Vil couldn't keep it in anymore. He needed to know. "YN… why won't you come back? Tell me, is it my fault? Am I not worthy of you?!"

The once prideful queen fell into shambles of insecurity as his mind won't stop painting images of you walking away from him, of you calling him your doom, of him being your captor… No, he didn't mean it…

"Was I the villain in your story?! WAS I?!"

Vil had never cried as much as he did. He needed to know that you didn't of him as a nuisance. He really was worthless if he made you feel unwanted… so please, he needed an answer.

"How could you think that, my love?"

You stooped to Vil's level, brushing away the tears that ruined his makeup with your very hands. Oh, your poor Vil… You were too selfish, thinking of your own suffering. With Vil in your arms, you felt whole once again. You gave Vil your actual answer, relenting every moment of your stress that stemmed from Crowley.

Oh… how his sweet potato must've suffered. Vil had a stuck of guilt, considering that he was under an Overblot as well. No matter, he had to make things right. For your sake, for his love's sake.

"YN, Crowley is trying to find you. But I… I have to set things right," He said, pulling you up.

The rustle of leaves had you on guard as from it came Dire Crowley, revelling in the scene.

"Schoenheit. You are supposed to bring LN YN to me immediately as I ordered."

Vil for once scared you. It scared you how enraged he was, and your heart wrenched at seeing the ink droplets by his hand.

"Vil, don't you dare-"

He turned back to you, whispering for you to run to Rook's safety. "Don't cry, my love."

You tried to hold the tears once again as you saw Vil shifting forms to an ink-like mess, this time his rage directed at Crowley. You could only run away, praying in your heart that Vil was safe.

[lokigayforhela]

could you do hela in labor, ty!

TW: difficult labor, near-death experience

WC: 3200

Rating: PG

A/N: This anon: “hela in labor pls!” Me: “How about pure angst?” Anyways, I absolutely love writing birth/baby scenes, so thank you for this prompt. I couldn’t figure out how to end this, because it was getting so long, so it’s a bit abrupt, but who knows? Maybe one day I’ll come back and do a tiny lil sequel, hm? Enjoy!

“Y/N, I think it’s time.”

You glanced up from where you sat reading at the window, mind temporarily drawing a blank as you looked at your wife.

“Time for what?”

Hela leveled you with such a look that reality hit you a millisecond later.

“It’s time?” You let your book fall onto the window seat with a dull thud, completely disregarding that you hadn’t even placed a bookmark.

Hela nodded, carefully pushing herself to her feet. “It’s time.”

You nodded along with her, and jumped to your feet at the same time, going over to take her hand and wrap an arm around her.

“Okay. You’re gonna be okay, it’s okay. We’ll get you to a birthing suite, and tell a maid to alert the healers on the way over.”

Hela only nodded, looking far calmer than you felt, and you couldn’t help but to wonder just how long that would last. Given Hela’s unease about being pregnant in the first place due to her own mother dying in childbirth, you assumed at some point during the next few hours, you’d be talking her down while she worried about what was going to happen next.

Hela tightened her grip on your hand slightly, and the pressure brought your mind back to the present as you looked over at her, brow furrowing in concern.

“What’s happening? Contraction? Do you need me to stop? Let’s stop.” Before Hela could even answer, you’d brought the both of you to a halt, and you moved to stand in front of Hela so that you could watch her better as you gripped both arms to keep her steady as she closed her eyes, working through whatever pain she was feeling.

The contraction only seemed to last a few seconds, and you were grateful for that, as you’d much rather get Hela to a safer place to get through the birthing process before the contractions became any worse.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you, you’re going to be okay, my love. Let’s get you the rest of the way, before these get any worse.” You waited for Hela to nod before walking with her again, and as you rounded a corner, you called for the first maid you could see to send for the healers so that they’d come as soon as possible. By the time you’d reached the birthing suite and got Hela situated on the edge of the bed, a healer and a midwife were just behind you, and they began to fuss over Hela as you took a step back, knowing that they’d be of much more assistance for the time being than you would be.

While they got Hela changed into a proper birthing gown and settled into the freshly-made bed, you paced back and forth, worrying your hands in silence as you glanced over at Hela, anticipating another contraction to hit soon, and the moment that it did, you were at Hela’s side again, taking her hand in both of yours and allowing her to hold it as tightly as she needed.

“That’s it, my love… I’ve got you… You’re doing so well, I’m right here with you…” you cooed softly, keeping your voice as gentle as possible in an attempt to keep Hela as calm as possible. She was putting on a good show, but you knew she was much more nervous than she was letting on.

“With the contractions coming so closely together already, I suspect this will be a very quick affair, hardly more than a few hours or so,” the healer mused as she and the midwife got a few things ready for the birth.

You hesitated, looking from the healer to Hela and then back. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily. Quick births can be easy, but they can also cause some damage, if we aren’t careful. We’ll keep a close eye on her, and make adjustments as necessary.”

You nodded slowly, and looked back to Hela, who had laid back against the pillows with her eyes closed, pretending not to listen. “…I’ll make sure she doesn’t stress herself out too much, as well. I’m sure that would only make things infinitely worse.”

The healer hummed in response, and she and the midwife both left the room to fetch a few more necessities for the birth, and with it just the two of you again, you went back over to Hela’s side, kneeling down next to her as you took her hand in yours.

“Hello, my love…” you murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, and Hela opened her eyes to look at you, brow already beaded with sweat as she mustered her best smile. “How are you feeling?”

“…as well as can be expected. Though I suppose I might be eating those words here in a little while.” She huffed out a humorless laugh, and you pressed another kiss to her hand.

“We’re going to take care of you. I promise. The healer says it might even be a quick birth.”

Hela was silent for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was quiet. “I was a quick birth.”

“And things were much different then than they are now. Nothing’s going to happen to you, my love. I don’t even want you to consider that possibility. Okay?” When Hela said nothing, you squeezed her hand gently. “Okay?”

“…I make no promises.”

That was the best you were going to get, and you knew it.

“Well, let’s think about something else right now, okay? How about names? Are we decided on names yet? I really liked Sigrid for a girl.”

“And I liked Frey for a boy,” Hela admitted, and you were glad that she was at least responding to you instead of dwelling on her anxieties.

“Me, too. So we’re all set, then. And in a little while, we’ll have our happy, healthy little baby, and we’ll be the happiest little family there ever was.”

“How are you so calm about all of this?” Hela looked over at you, and you simply smiled softly, shrugging a shoulder.

“Well, I think it’s my duty, seeing as you have to do all of the real work today,” you teased, bringing her hand rest against your face. “And because if I’m not calm, I’d be a complete and total mess, and I can’t have my own kid knowing I’m a mess right from birth.”

Hela laughed softly at that, and that was all you had really wanted her to do, so you considered that a success.

“Besides. It’s only fair that I try being the calm one for once.”

“You say that as if I’ve ever had a calm moment in my life.”

You opened your mouth to tease her, but the words died on your lips as she gave an audible wince as another contraction hit her, and you held her hand tighter and gently urged her to keep breathing. Things seemed to be advancing rather quickly, and you were starting to get a little worried about it. The healers had said quick labor wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be a bad thing for Hela, and that thought frightened you more than anything.

“…it feels like I’m ready to push,” Hela said after a moment, and you could see her shifting, no doubt trying to make herself more comfortable, but you hesitated, glancing back at the door and hoping the healer and midwife would return right that second.

“Darling, I… We should wait until they tell you to. It could be too soon.”

“Y/N, I don’t think that I… can…” she bit out, and before you could stop her, she was using her grip on your hand to help sit herself up so that she could push, and you were scrambling to put an arm around her to help support her, stumbling over your words as you desperately tried to talk her through something you’d yet to experience.

By the time Hela laid back against the pillows to rest again, you realized that you had a finite amount of time before the next contraction hit and Hela would try to push again, and you anxiously glanced to the door again, silently praying to the Norns that someone who knew what they were doing would come back. Less than a minute later, you were still alone, and given the way Hela’s grip had tightened on your hand again, she was having another contraction, and all you could do was help her be comfortable as she leaned forward to push again, quietly comforting her as she bit back a pained little cry.

“Hela, I… I don’t know what I’m doing, I-I have to… go get the healer or the midwife or… someone.”

Hela held your hand tighter in response. “Please don’t leave me. Please.” You looked over at her, and couldn’t handle the look of fear that had clouded her eyes. “I’m frightened.”

You swallowed thickly, and nodded, immediately racking your brain in an attempt to think of what the logical thing would be to do without having to leave Hela.

“Okay, um… Let me just… I’ll check to see how… how close the baby is to… meeting us.” You let go of her hand, but stayed as close as you could as you pushed the already-mussed bedsheets out of the way so that you could both have the bed clear of obstruction and be able to see what you were doing. You were far past being shy around Hela, but there was something more than a little awkward about the idea of having to visibly check for the baby, and you found yourself apologizing as you looked and, upon seeing nothing immediately visible, reached to feel for the baby’s head. “Ah… it feels… kind of close? Hela, I don’t know what I’m doing, and there’s… there’s blood, already.” You added the last part on carefully, aware that that would cause Hela more stress than she was already under, but Hela’s expression remained set and unreadable.

“…well, blood is… normal. It’s normal.” You weren’t sure if she was trying to convince herself or you, and by the time you had moved back to her side, she was panting her way through another contraction, and you dutifully helped her sit up, gently talking her through it, but this time, when she laid back against the pillows, she looked far more exhausted than she had been, and her face was starting to drain of color.

You were terrified.

“Hela? Hela, darling, what’s wrong? Talk to me, how are you feeling?”

Hela shrugged a single shoulder, and didn’t open her eyes, and you fought against the urge to panic.

“Hela, are you in pain?”

“Of course I’m in pain, I’m giving birth.” Hela’s voice lacked any true anger, but you couldn’t help but to feel bad all the same. You knew she was frustrated and hurting and tired, but things were a bit past the point of pretending everything was okay.

“I’m gonna check again, okay? Stay with me, yeah?”

Hela said nothing, but tilted her head to watch you, and you went back down to the foot of the bed, startling a little when you realized the baby was half-out already, eyes still closed and not making a sound, which worried you more than you could express. “Hela, it’s… the baby’s almost out, I think… I think one more push and you’ll be done.” You couldn’t help but to feel a little breathless as a wave of excitement, anxiety, and relief all rolled into one washed over you, and you looked back up to Hela. “I’m going to stay down here to, ah… to catch the baby, make sure they get out alright, okay? Are you okay?”

The answer you received was Hela sitting up to give one final push, one hand gripping at the headboard for leverage, and the other gripping the sheet beneath her, and you were momentarily overwhelmed with a sense of pride at how well Hela was doing, and how she had taken things into her own hands when she realized how quickly things were progressing. She was a force of nature, even here in the birthing suite.

You looked back down to focus on helping with the baby, gently pulling it the rest of the way out as Hela pushed, and you couldn’t help but to smile as you looked down at it, heart soaring with unadulterated adoration for the tiny little thing. “It’s a girl… Hela, it’s a girl.” No sooner had you finished saying that did you finally hear the sound of someone coming in, and you looked up at the door to see both the midwife and the healer standing there, towels in hand as they stared at you, looking about as shocked as you felt.

“Um… Hela had the baby,” you finally managed to get out, glancing back down at the bedsheets, and you tried not to think about how the sheets were beginning to stain red beneath your arms. “…there’s blood. There’s lots of blood. It all happened so fast, I-I…”

You glanced up at Hela, and you had a brief moment to take in her tired smile and pale face, and then she was falling back against the pillows, and it took everything in you not to call for her in pure fear. “Something’s wrong! Help her, please!”

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, the midwife was taking the baby from your hands, the healer was coming around the other side of the bed, and you found yourself being nudged away from where you’d been standing. As if in a daze, you looked back up at Hela before going back up beside her, taking her hand in both of yours.

“Hela? Hela, stay with me. Please, everything’s going to be okay now. The healers are back, just… stay with me, please.” You weren’t sure when you had begun to cry, but you couldn’t seem to stop. You looked down at Hela’s hand cupped in your bloodied ones, and swallowed thickly, willing her to squeeze them or even just hold them.

“Y/N…” Hela’s voice was weak, and you looked up at her so quickly that you felt your head spin a bit. “Take care of our daughter for me… Tell her our stories…”

You shook your head, pressing your lips to the back of her hand. “You’ll tell them to her. Hela, please, I… I can’t do this by myself.”

Hela only smiled, and the expression was so peaceful and calm that you thought your heart might stop beating right in your chest.

“Hela. Hela.” You looked down at the healer. “Please, she’s dying!”

“We’ve almost got her stable. Keep talking to her, keep her awake.”

You looked back up at Hela, and when you found her eyes closed, you cupped her face, turning her to look at you. “Hela. Hela, look at me… We’re not through with you yet, do you hear me? This world is not through with you. I need you. Our daughter needs you. I know you want to rest right now, and I promise you can soon, just… stay with me,” you whimpered, relaxing only slightly when she opened her eyes to look at you again. “Stay with us. Hela, we love you so much. I love you so much. You’re all I have left. Please, I’m not ready for goodbye yet. Not when we’ve just barely said hello.”

Hela said nothing, and you couldn’t decide if that was good or bad, but she was still awake, and that was the most important thing, so you continued to talk to her, begging her to stay with you and telling her about all the things you’d do together with the baby. You talked and talked until you finally felt a hand on your shoulder, and you couldn’t help the shock of worry that jolted through you, fearing the worst as you turned to look at the healer.

“She’s stable. We managed to stop the bleeding, and with some bedrest and some time, she’ll be good as new.”

You stared at her blankly while the news processed, and then nodded, tears still running down your face. “Thank you. Thank you, I am forever indebted to you.”

The healer only patted your shoulder, and then turned to the midwife, who had bundled up the baby in a blanket and was now holding her back out to you.

With a careful smile, you took the baby back from her, getting your first real look at her without the blood and afterbirth. She had Hela’s hair, and her eyes, and was looking up at you with such a calm, collected demeanor that you were almost certain she had inherited that straight from Hela, as well.

“…Y/N?” The sound of Hela’s soft voice was enough to get you to turn back to look at her, and you gave her a watery smile as you tiptoed closer to her, holding the baby so that she could see her.

“Isn’t she perfect? Our sweet little angel.” You gently sat yourself on the edge of the bed, being mindful not to shift Hela too much. “Do you think you can hold her, or do you want to get some rest first?” You took the opportunity to get a good look at her, and felt your heart sink at the fact that she still looked extremely pale and half-alive. You couldn’t believe how close you had come to losing her, and knew that you weren’t out of the woods just yet, and so you made the decision for her. “How about you get some rest first, hm? Take a nice little nap. We’ll both stay right here with you, and as soon as you wake up, you can hold her. How does that sound?”

Hela nodded slowly, and you could tell it was an effort just for her to do that much. “…I’m sorry that I scared you.”

You managed a weak smile, and reached over with your free hand to tuck her hair out of her face. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my entire life. But you’re here now. And you’re not going anywhere. Not for a very, very long time.” You leaned forward to kiss her forehead gently. “Am I understood?”

Hela gave a faint smile, still managing to look up at you with nothing but adoration, even after everything. “Perfectly.”

You smiled a little more, and pressed another kiss to her forehead, and then her nose. “Sleep now. And I’ll clean you up as best I can while you rest, okay?”

Hela nodded again, and gave one last, long look at the baby. “I love you. Both of you, now. And I’ll see you when I wake.”

“The very second.” You smoothed her hair down gently until she closed her eyes, and let yourself carefully relax against her shoulder as the weight of everything you’d just been through finally crashed down on you, and as you looked down at the dozing infant in your arms, you thanked the Norns for watching over Hela and the baby.

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legolas x reader where she insists on teaching him how to swim and he gets embarrassed cause shes wet so her clothing sticks to her and becomes kind of revealing pls 🥺

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· ⊰ synopsis. after a long walk through the forest you pester your elven companion about teaching him to swim after much struggle, convince him. however, the young prince was not prepared for the aftermath of your little dip

· ⊰ note. this is my first time actually writing for him and honestly, I'm a little nervous. I assumed this was somewhere in the past so legolas is more or less a 'teenager' here — enjoy!

“Oh come on Legolas! You have to learn to swim somewhere along the line!”

Keen eyes meet those of hesitance before motioning towards the riverbed once more. “It won’t be that bad, I’ll be with you the entire time. Besides,” you pause to grab his hand. “The waters are slow today, it’s the safest time.’’ 

And still, the young elf prince held true to his former response: “I’m unsure. . .’’ 

It started with a simple walk along the forest, enjoying the recent flourish of spring’s arrival 一 blooming flowers, colourful trees ; until you had come across the river. One would think Legolas would jump in immediately, had he no love for nature and endless opportunities to be reckless within it? Surely, the elf who stood before you was still the friend you knew since birth. . . right?

A part of you almost considered the possibility of him being replaced by a skin-crawler. 

“Come onnnnn!” With a yelp, Legolas can all but whine as you shake him by both the arms. “Since when have you become so boring?’’ “Boring!’’ Absurd, how dare you even insinuate that he, Legolas Thrandulion, is a bore!?

“Well you certainly are acting like it!”

“Oh hush! We’ll do it!”

He huffs, yet the gleam that came over your face made the little loss suddenly feel worth it. “Promise you won’t let me drown?” Gentle cerulean meet your dazzled hues and for a second you bring a finger to your chin. 

“Hmm. . . Well, I’ll have to think about that.’’ “Y/N!”

You brush him off with a laugh, dismissing his prior worries. After all, were you not the person who held most of his trust? Legolas was soon reminded of that as the lesson ensued. 

Admittedly, it was rather amusing at first 一 watching him flop around like a fish for his first couple of attempts. You were unsure what possessed him to dip his head below the waters during a particular instance, but when he shot back up he was gaping and clinging to you as if you were life itself. A struggle here, a little effort there ; and before you knew it he caught on like the clever elf that he is. 

“See? You were worried for nothing!”

Legolas rolls his eyes before slapping the water in front of him. “Rightfully so. You manage to hold most of my trust and yet none of it at all.’’ Recovering from the splash, you return it tenfold with an exclaiming: “rude!” 

The remainder of the afternoon was spent swimming around and occasionally engaging in miniature splash wars. Laughter echoed through the forest as you and your friend wasted but a second of your time 一 every minute spent there, together, laughing. . . every little moment meant more than either of you would let on to believe. 

“Oh, is someone tired?’’ A tease meets your ear, prompting you to crack open an eye from your position of temporarily leaning against one of the rocks. “Am not, I told you it was just a little rest.’’ 

“Uhuh,’’ the warm sensation below your eyes leaves you sighing. “Your eyes are drooping, Mellon.’’ Knees ease towards your chest as Legolas dips his arms below them and lifts you up in a bridal carry. “Come,’’ he chuckles. “I’m afraid you may just fall asleep in this river. What will happen if an orc decides to snatch you up?’’ “I hope it’s a handsome orc.’’

His nose curls upwards. “Listen to yourself. I don’t know whether you are simply tired or acting as usual.’’ You can all but laugh at the twist of his face. “Perhaps a bit of both, who knows?’’ With that, you let yourself down from his hold and took a step back to analyse yourself. 

Soaked. 

This was your idea to begin with, however, you may just come to regret it. Spring’s warmth had yet to settle over the land and Winter’s chill still lingered, it seemed. 

Whatever, you had fun. That’s all that matters. 

Attempting to ignore the icy tingles on your skin, you bundled up the material of your shirt and ringed it. Home would not be far, surely, you could manage with the newfound cold. 

However, your little breathy shivers were all too noticeable to Legolas, who then turned to offer you his outer coat 一 yet not a word left his lips. As if his voice had become lodged within the centre of his throat. 

Unfortunately for the elf prince, he had not taken into consideration the consequences of your mini venture. In fact, it was something that would never have crossed his mind on an average day. . . And now, a part of him cursed at his past self for simply not holding strong and keeping true to his stand. 

Your clothing, having been soaked beyond measure, now drew back and clung to your skin. . . which was now most visible within the moonlight. 

“O-Oh Valar,’’ he gasped at the realisation of his stare and quickly stumbled back after slapping his hands over his eyes. “Goheno nin!’’ 

You swore to all of Middle-Earth that you had never seen Legolas display so many shades of pink in your life; but you were soon to join him once the actuality of the situation hit you straight in the face. You too sprung back with a yelp and hastily covered the exposed areas as best you could. 

The noise made Legolas wince once more and this time promptly spin around with a slew of elvish apologies following in suit. Curses past Legolas, curses! If only you simply refused! 

Silence found its way as the two of you tried to make sense of the situation and all its recent chaos. Whilst you remained near a tree with arms wrapped tight to your form, Legolas strayed further away, threatening to fall into the river and yet refusing to remove his hands from his eyes. As if somehow, someway, you would magically teleport in front of him and he would unintentionally disrespect you. 

“. . . Legolas?” 

“Goheno nin.’’ 

“No 一 Legolas it’s fine.’’ 

It took a second, but soon he collected his words. “Would. . . Would you like my coat?’’ With the way his voice wavered, you could tell his cheeks still burned. A part of you wanted to tease him, but your better judgement forced it down ; after all, you weren’t any better. 

After a short hum of confirmation, the elf ( whilst keeping one of his hands fixed to his eyes ) held his coat out for you. It took a second to wrap it around but once done, you stood before him once more. 

“I’m done,’’ 

“Are you sure?”

You couldn’t help a laugh at the hesitance of the male and despite the faint warmth that still found your face, you reached and gingerly wrapped your fingers around his wrist. “I’m sure,’’ a purse of your lips ; he wasn’t budging. 

“Legolas, won’t you look at me?’’ 

Slowly, you remove his hand and glance up at his shut lids. He sure was going to be stubborn about this, hmm? “Please?” 

A little delay, yet in a moment you were peering back into those familiar shimmering sapphires. He almost seemed dazed, or perhaps he was simply still embarrassed? You could not blame him. 

With a crane of your neck, you leaned up to bring your face inches from his, ignoring the abrupt hitched breath as you pressed a light peck to the tip of his nose. Fingers curled into the collar of his shirt, holding him in place whilst you observed the burst of rest across his cheeks once more. 

“Y-Y/N -”

“We should head back.’’ Is all you granted him before releasing the collar and turning from the once again, flustered elf 一 all with a faint smirk to your lips. 

Have mercy on him, will you not?

[football-and-fanfics]

An Alphabet of Prompts - A

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Who: Harvey Elliott Prompt: A - Anxiety Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of anxiety and PTSD-like symptoms

A/N: this is my first time writing for Harvey, so hope you're feeling I'm portraying him right 😁

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It was a knock... just a knock. That was what Harvey kept repeating to himself to attempt to calm his fears. And it was only just a knock, he already barely felt it anymore, but it had been a hard tackle nonetheless. And a hard tackle to that ankle...

He usually didn't think much about his injury of a year and a half ago anymore, but this tackle, he received during Liverpool's match of two nights ago, took Harvey straight back to that day against Leeds United. Suddenly he felt the pain and fear he had felt back then surge through his body again. How it had hurt so unbelievably much, how he had feared his career was over even before it had properly started, and how he had screamed.

Getting such vivid flashbacks from getting caught by a 'simple' tackle, caught Harvey completely off guard. But what scared him even more were the flashback recurring in the days after the match. A few times a day, even the smallest things could trigger yet more flashbacks. From holding a pair of scissors to something someone said, it would all take Harvey straight back.

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"Are you alright, Harv? You've been quiet these past days." James slung an arm around the youngster's shoulders as they made their way back to the dressing room from the training pitch.

Even though the question took Harvey by surprise, he was secretly glad James asked it. "N--no... not really." He halted, letting the rest of the team pass by before he continued. "Remember that knock I took during the match a few days ago?" "Yeah," James frowned, "that was a nasty tackle. Especially to your left ankle."

Harvey looked up at James, stammering, but unable to get any words out at first. "H-how did you know?" He finally recollected himself. "It was the only thing I could think of to get you as unsettled as this," James answered compassionately, "I saw it in your eyes the moment you got back to your feet. I had hoped it was just one evening, one bad night's sleep, but it's more than that isn't it?"

Harvey swallowed hard. James' assessment of him was spot on. "I'm having flashbacks..." His voice sounded small and shaky. "The smallest things take me back. A sound, an item, a word someone says..."

James tightened his arm around Harvey's shoulders. "That was a horrible injury you sustained, and I've always admired how you dealt with it, but you can't deny it was very traumatic. Have you... truly allowed yourself to get over it?" Harvey mulled those words over for a few seconds, before he nodded slowly. "I've been so focused on healing physically, that I didn't pay enough attention to healing mentally." "That's what I think, yes," James said softly, "and the realization of that always comes a little while later."

Harvey felt like a balloon deflated inside of him. He suddenly realized that what he was feeling, what was happening to him right now, could all be explained. He wasn't going crazy, it was actually very logical this would happen sooner or later.

"You know the team's here to help you, right?" James said quietly. "Yeah," Harvey nodded, "and I appreciate that." "Good." James gave Harvey's shoulder a gentle, fatherly pat. "Because we all hate to see you hurting. Talk to someone, please." Harvey quietly agreed, thankful for James' words and support. "It's the first thing I'll be doing when we get back inside."

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