#teared up while writing this because he really is so beautiful :( sobs shakes

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thinking about laying beside simon on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his hands held a book that you had gifted him, his eyes fixed on the text.

your fingers absentmindedly traced over the scars on his chest, letting your soft fingertips draw over the rough sunken skin of the healed gashes — a painful story written in each of them. and you wanted to read it all, read every scar and cut, kiss all of it, absorb it so you could share it with him — a connection only you’d ever have with him.

your fingers slowly found their way to his stomach, hand caressing the muscles that had softened up ever since he had come home from deployment, your eyes noticing the stretch marks starting on the sides of his tummy that you adored so much. pale lines adorning his skin, urging you to probe them too, your hand touching him so gently — an angel soothing a wounded soldier.

simon is gorgeous, too gorgeous. he never seemingly saw it the way you did. “you’re so pretty…” you lazily whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

you were the warmth his cold heart sought, the fire that melted him, the sun that gave his moon the light he never thought he’d see. he needed you in the way a man needed a god, in a way a plant yearned for water. and you were happy to give it all to him, everything for your sweet simon.

“you tryin’ to tickle me, love?” his gruff voice broke you out of your trance, your eyes finding his which were no longer looking at the book, an intrigued grin playing on his lips that made you giggle heartedly and give his stomach some pats.

“maybe.”

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Flex | Your Favorite Pedro Boy x F!Reader | ~2.3k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI. | ACCOMPANYING ART BY @/KING-SIMP

Summary: Hooking up with the guy you picked up at a party.

Tags: smut, pwp, pussy eating, face riding, dirty talk, bicep/arm worship, cum eating, lots of kissing, a good time all around, no use of y/n, reader is afab and able-bodied, no physical descriptions, barely beta'd/edited so any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know okay, thanks!

A/N: we're all going feral over pedro's biceps so i had to write this. for the culture. i couldn't decide which character of his to write it about, so i tried to write this as ambiguous as possible so that the majority could delude alongside me 🙂‍↕️ (for me, it's our beloved general marcus a because oof the brainrot for that man is real asf) thank you to everyone who has been horny about this with me today, i am so glad we are all on the same page🖤 i hope you guys like it and as always, please let me know what you think and which p-boy you imagined, hehe enjoy cariños. 🖤

“C’mon, I can feel you holding back.” 

Your hips keep their steady rhythm, grinding against his face, his tongue relentless against your clit while his nose presses deep inside you. The curve of it sends shockwaves through your body, your eyes rolling back as you ride his mouth.

He's right—you are holding back. Not because you want to, but because you're afraid of what will happen if you let go completely.

“Feels s-so good just like this,” you whimper, nails digging into the firm muscle of his thighs. His cock, flushed and leaking, rests on his stomach, aching for attention. But he told you not to worry about him—that his pleasure comes from making you fall apart on his tongue, from turning your brain into nothing but static and heat.

And while you are tempted to lower your face, wrap your lips around his swollen, red tip and suck the soul right out of his cock, you really cannot function straight with how expertly he is working your cunt.

“I want more.” He growls, the bite of his grip into your supple skin making you hiss in pain then moan in bliss when he picks up the intensity and pace of his mouth, forcing you to move the way he wants you to.

You let it happen.

The sounds spilling from your lips fill the dimly lit room, the glow from the bedside lamp casting everything in a warm, filthy haze. You keep going, ecstasy cresting higher and higher, until sobs rip from your throat and your body convulses, shaking in his grasp. He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t slow down—just keeps that perfect pace until tears slip from your eyes and drip onto his thighs. He’s wrung you out completely.

“Mmmm, you taste so good, baby.”

His voice is thick with satisfaction, but you barely register it. All you can focus on is the slow drag of his calloused hands over your skin as he shifts you off his face, rolling you onto your back. You stare dazedly at the ceiling fan, watching its lazy rotations while you try to remember how to breathe.

He grunts, sitting up, licking his lips and wiping his nose of your essence before he crawls over you, bracing himself on his strong forearms. Even through the haze, you take a moment to admire his handsome features—the sharp curve of his jaw, his facial hair, those beautiful brown eyes that had stolen your breath the moment they locked onto yours.

“You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss you passionately, slipping his tongue in your mouth and you moan at the taste of your pussy on his lips, mingling with his spit.

“And you’re so fucking pretty.”

Your cheeks heat, skin still buzzing, a smile tugging at your lips as you try to hide your gleeful expression from this man you only met this afternoon at a mutual friend’s party. 

You turn your head, gaze sweeping over his exposed arms. The dim light casts deep shadows, accentuating every carved muscle, the sinewy stretch of tendons beneath his tanned skin. His biceps flex subtly as he holds himself above you, powerful yet controlled, his weight perfectly balanced as he lowers himself to your neck. His lips press hot and teasing against your throat, the rough graze of his stubble sending a shiver down your spine.

His body fits effortlessly between your thighs, and when the thick underside of his cock glides against your used, aching pussy, a fresh wave of lust crashes over you. 

Your hands move before your mind catches up, fingers sliding over his arms, claiming each one. You trace the dips and ridges, marveling at the warmth of his skin, the scattering of freckles dotting his forearms, the small scars and imperfections that tell stories you want to hear later—much later while wrapped in his embrace. Right now, all you care about is how impossibly good he feels beneath your fingertips, how every flex and twitch makes your cunt clench around nothing.

You’re so lost in your worship of him that you barely register the words murmured against your neck, his breath hot and teasing while you grind against each other.

“What’s got you so distracted?” He rasps a bit tauntingly, licking the shell of your ear before nipping at your lobe, pulling back and following your gaze.

“These arms…” you moan, arching into him, your breasts pressing against the hard planes of his chest as you tilt closer to the one nearest you. Your lips part, kissing the inside of his wrist, mouth open and wanting.

“Yeah?” His tone is dripping with cocky satisfaction. You ignore it, too lost in the pulse beating beneath your tongue, the intoxicating mix of salt and skin as you bite down just enough to make him grunt.

“Fucking hell, just look at you,” he tuts, his eyes dark with hunger. His hips roll, grinding his cock against your slick folds, but you’re too enraptured with his arms to care. Your other hand strokes the length of his opposite bicep, fingers squeezing, feeling the tension coiled within. You moan softly, delirious, rubbing your cheek against him like you could somehow get closer.

“All fucked out and slobbering all over my wrist.”

His words make your stomach tighten, exhilaration coiling deep, and you don’t even try to stop yourself when you turn your attention to his other arm, kissing, sucking, worshiping. He watches, letting you indulge, letting you lose yourself in the way his body makes you fall apart without him even trying. He’s amused by it, his expression equal parts fondness and possessive satisfaction.

You’re riding the high of being under one of the sexiest men to ever grace this fucking planet.

When you finally pull back, a thin string of spit trailing between your lips and his skin, you look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a slow, sultry smile curving your mouth. It sparks something in him—an idea.

“I know what I want you to do next.”

Your brow lifts slightly in curiosity. He leans in, brushing a kiss over the tip of your nose, soft, deceptively sweet, before pulling away entirely. The loss of his warmth makes you pout.

Then he settles back against the pillows, getting comfortable—purposefully flexing his arms, making every muscle ripple beneath his skin. Your breath catches, heart pounding, thighs clenching involuntarily. He sees it. Smirks.

“C’mere.” He beckons.

Like a cartoon character floating toward a pie on a windowsill, you crawl toward him, heart-eyed and desperate, ready to sink down on his cock and ride him until either of you can breathe. But he stops you.

“Not there, baby. Up here.” He flicks his chin towards his left bicep and you look at him quizzically despite the intrigue that beats at your pussy. 

“What—”

“Now.”

A command, rough and final.

You moan, nodding, unbothered by how desperate you must look as you reposition yourself, thighs bracketing his thick arm. He helps you adjust until everything aligns just right, until your drenched pussy hovers over the sculpted muscle, the heat of his skin radiating and caressing your swollen clit.

“Get yourself off on it.”

His free hand drifts down, wrapping around his cock, fingers tightening around the thick shaft. His fat thumb circles the swollen head, smearing precum in slow, teasing strokes. 

This is the hottest thing you've ever experienced. There's no way this is real.

But you don’t waste time questioning it—not when you’re in the middle of the filthiest, most intoxicating hook-up of your life.

Bracing yourself with one hand on his broad shoulder, the other groping your breast, you lower yourself onto his bicep. The first grind against the smooth heat of his skin is heavenly.

“Oh my fucking god—”

Your moan is wrecked, unabashedly obscene, your nails digging into his shoulder as your slick coats his arm, making it easier to rock against him. Each movement sends a fresh pulse of pleasure shooting through your body, your swollen clit dragging over the hard, flexing muscle.

He groans, low and appreciative, before letting go of his cock and bringing his palm up to your lips, lust darkened eyes boring into yours. A silent request.

You lazily smile, licking your lips before gathering saliva in your mouth. Then, deliberately, you spit into his open palm, watching as his expression flares with hunger. You wink, but before you can fully revel in your power over him, his bicep twitches—his arm bending at the elbow as his fingers tighten around your ass.

“Oh!” A sharp yelp escapes you, thighs squeezing involuntarily at the sudden jolt of sensation.

He smirks at your reaction, smug and thoroughly entertained, his wet hand returning to his cock. And then he starts stroking himself.

The lewd sounds of slicked skin meeting skin fill the room, each pump of his fist producing an obscene slap against his pelvis. You watch, transfixed, as his other arm flexes, veins and tendons bulging with every controlled stroke.

His bicep expands and contracts beneath you, a living, breathing thing you can't stop grinding against. His balls jiggle slightly from the sheer intensity of his motions, his whole body a display of primal, uninhibited rhapsody.

You pinch your nipple, humping his leg and wailing out like a pussy in heat, the visual of him fucking his fist enough to send you over but you want to continue to enjoy this because fuck—is it so hot.

And then there’s the feel of his other hand gripping your ass, the flesh spilling through the divots of his knuckles. His breath is ragged, brows furrowed, a thin bead of sweat trailing down his temple. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and those pretty brown eyes are locked on you, watching the way you’re going feral on him.

“I’m, oh fuck me,” you break out into a litany of curses before you’re able to fucking think. “I’m so close— ohmygodI’mgonnacome.” Your words run together, spine pulling taught as your orgasm possesses your body.

He laughs, deep and throaty, the sound tapering into a drawn-out groan as his own release lingers on the precipice. His jaw clenches, his body coiling tight.

“Go on,” he growls. “Make a fucking mess.”

And that’s all it takes for you to free fall.

Your thighs clamp around his arm and the motherfucker flexes his bicep again, dragging out your pleasure until you’re nearly delirious. Your hips jerk, fingers yanking at your nipple, riding the euphoric wave until every ounce of bliss is wrung from your body. Your nails rake down his shoulder and across his collarbone, leaving angry red streaks against his brown skin.

“Fuck—” His own release follows, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as hot ropes of cum spill onto his stomach, coating his happy trail, dripping into the dark curls at the base of his cock. His strokes turn brutal, merciless, chasing the last shudders of his orgasm as his grip tightens on your ass, fingers digging deep enough to leave sore spots in the shape of his fingers.

The roaring in your ears dulls, the aftershocks making your limbs tremble. It takes you a moment to realize your eyes had shut completely, the intensity too much to bear. When you finally blink them open, the world is a blur, dark spots dancing in your vision as you struggle to catch your breath.

And when your gaze finally finds his, he’s already watching you—sated, wrecked, and smug as hell.

“Holy shit.”

“That just about sums it up.” His voice is deeper now, having been dragged through the same pleasure-drenched haze as you. You tilt your head, looking down at him, his handsome face making your heart flutter.

“How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Real good.” You giggle, voice airy, light—completely fucked out. You don’t even try to hide it.

He smirks, ego soaring, as it should be. He watches as you shift, your spent body moving off his bicep, your clit still pulsing, raw from how desperately you’d used him. You’re ready to collapse, to melt into the sheets and revel in the afterglow, but then—

Whistle.

A sharp, commanding sound, followed by a tilt of his head toward his arm. Like you’re a pet he’s calling back to heel.

“Can’t just leave it like that.” His tone is lazy, laced with amusement. He wipes the remnants of his release from his hand onto the comforter, utterly unbothered, then reaches for you. His fingers cup the back of your neck, firm yet gentle as he tugs you down, guiding you nose-first into the mess you’d left behind.

“Clean it up.”

And just as you’ve done all night, you obey.

Your tongue flicks out, kitten-licking at his skin, tasting the remnants of your pleasure. The sharp, musky tang floods your senses, making you moan softly as you lap it up, savoring the proof of your own ruin.

“Good girl.” His voice is pure indulgence, his thumb stroking slow, lazy circles against the back of your neck as you work.

Once he’s satisfied, his grip shifts, applying just enough pressure to guide you lower, down his torso, toward the mess he left on himself.

You don’t hesitate.

Your tongue flattens against his stomach, dragging through his release, collecting every drop. You hum at the taste—salt, sweat, and something distinctly him. The coarse hair of his happy trail tickles your lips as you clean him up, the rise and fall of his stomach twitching beneath your touch.

Then, just as you reach his softening cock, you pause—just for a second—before pressing a slow, filthy kiss to the head. A final, lingering seal to your work.

He inhales sharply.

Satisfied, you begin your way back up, lips trailing over his body, over the ridges of muscle, the dip of his collarbone, up the strong column of his throat, until you finally reach his mouth.

The kiss is slow, unhurried, all tongue and warmth, swapping spit and cum like it’s second nature. Swollen lips on swollen lips, bodies still buzzing in the aftershock.

When you finally pull apart, eyes locked, your mouth curls into a flirty smirk.

“What was your name again?”

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never grow up ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you are at the age you never thought you'd live to. 

genre: hurt/comfort + fluff! tags: established relationship. (very brief) mentions of r not eating. depression. non sexual nudity. mention of a past suicide attempt. reader is codependent on spencer #anxiousattachment!! mini argument not really because he loves you a lot!!! please know your triggers ♡  word count: 2.2k a/n: this was a vent write. LOL! i think i switch tenses a lot in this? i tried to fix it. this is why we don't write fanfiction while we're crying!!! i love u i love u i love u and i am so so glad you are the age that you are!! continue to grow please!! life will become beautiful!!!

Depression is a funny thing.

Sometimes you are forgetting there has ever been a version of you out there that fantasised about death and longed for an escape from this world you deemed so cruel, so invasive. Other times, you are sat naked on the cold floor of your bathroom rocking back and forth, clawing at your skin and ripping hair out of your scalp because you are sobbing so ferociously. The world spinning around you and your cries, so violent, are making you lightheaded and you wonder if you pass out here if anyone will ever find you. 

Clearly, tonight, you are the latter.

It started as a small pit in your stomach that morning, that you braved through and ignored to the best of your ability, even as you said gentle 'no thank you's' to food offered by your co-workers and forced your brain to focus on work and not the never-ending abyss of dread in your abdomen. Then, it became a tear or two on your way home, that you vehemently wiped away and pretended was never there because it couldn't be. 

Then you were showering to get your mind off things — a stupid decision, really. For your brain was latching on to every awful emotion it had felt thus far today, and you were stepping out of the shower with an even heavier heart, and your hands were wrapping around your now goosebump riddled body, as you were sinking to the floor in a ball.

And maybe hours passed by you. Maybe days — it certainly felt that way. Maybe it was only a mere five minutes. But your loud sobs felt like they took an achingly long time to slow and quiet down, until they were falling into ugly sniffles of the snot on your face, and a raging headache behind your eyes. 

Loud sobs — scream sobs, really — had a lot of disadvantages. The aftermath feeling of embarrassment of screaming at your brain that refused to simply shut up, the scratch at your throat from every sound you ripped from it. The audio block it gave you from the rest of the world. For you truly were in your own universe when you were howling alone in the comfort of your bathroom walls.

So much so, that the familiar sound of a door opening and closing, and a bag being placed down by the side of it, went entirely unnoticed to you. Footsteps against your apartment's wooden flooring weren't picked up, nor were the first two knocks on your bathroom door. By the third, you were blubbering through saliva and snot, and you had heard it. Followed by a very gentle calling of your name, that had your heart clenching within your chest for a new reason. 

He had said he was coming home tomorrow. Which almost always meant he wouldn't be home for another three days, and so, in your mind, you thought bawling that night could be a secret kept between you and your tiles. 

Apparently not. 

He called your name again when you didn't reply, an added hint of desperation in his voice. Trembling, you stood, your limbs feeling as though they were creaking while you straightened them out. And you didn't bother about the towel sitting in a crumpled heap on the floor, nor the pile of your clean clothes sitting on the countertop. In fact, you didn't bother about anything as a shaking hand twisted the doorknob and pulled it open.

In an instant, his worried frown deepened, and eyes that might usually drink in the sight of your naked body beautifully, now didn't wander further than the scarlet scratch marks along your neck — blood vessels risen to the surface from how fragile that part of you was. He exhaled, and took a hesitating step towards you. One you welcomed by remaining planted in your spot — you didn't know if you could move, though. 

"Can I ask what's wrong, or do you simply want a hug?" 

Both, you wanted to say. Both, but also neither. 

You didn’t say that. Instead, you said, "Hug."

He hardly took a second to register what you'd said before his arms were wrapping around you. If he found the slightly damp state of your skin annoying, he didn't comment on it. He didn't say much at all, as he enveloped you into his body, a hand securing itself on the back of your head, and his chin resting atop your head. 

Water dripped uncomfortably to the floor, splattering on the tiles and his shoes, being the only sound aside from your irregular hiccups and sniffles. His button-up was wet from your tears and your body, and you could almost hear his complaints about it, if this were any other day. 

Minutes passed, and even though you didn't want to, you pulled back, feeling his hands slip around to your waist and hold you benevolently. Your own hands reached up to your face to wipe away tears, an embarrassed laugh escaping your lips. 

"This is pathetic," you said, fingers digging into the corners of your stinging eyes. 

"How?" he asked you.

"I didn't think you'd be home to see me having a mental breakdown."

A smile that didn't quite reach his eyes appeared on his lips. "Well, I am." Fingers squeezed your waist reassuringly. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

You shrugged, wordlessly, your eyes dropping from his face to the damp spot on his chest from where your face had once been, heart stuttering. 

"We don't have to, honey," he said. "But it might help."

"I know it might," you muttered. 

He was silent, as were you. A few more beats passed between you two, before you were turning around to pick up clothes you had left for yourself on the counter. You didn't really feel any different under his watchful gaze as you dressed yourself. Accustomed to the act, or simply too overwhelmed with another emotion, you didn't know. 

He followed you into the living room when you walked out there, and he sat down next to you on the couch you curled up on. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, and he lifted his head on each intake of breath you had, as if about to say something. But you never did. 

So, he took over.

"Did something happen today?" You shook your head, and he nodded his own. "Okay. This past week?" You shook your head again, because other than missing him while he had been stuck in Texas for a case, nothing had actually happened. 

You wished it had. Truly, you wished you had experienced a murder on your way to work, or a distant family member had passed away so you could blame this feeling on something other than memories simply resurfacing. 

You sniffled again. "You know," you began, voice thick and wobbly from the lump lodged in your throat. "When I was fourteen, I didn't think I'd ever be this old."

Your gaze lifted from your lap to look at him, and you let a helpless tear fall from one of your eyes when you locked eyes with him. He was confused, unsurprisingly so.

So, you continued. "I tried to kill myself. When I was fourteen."

He readjusted his posture, eyebrows falling into a more concerned state, and he was silent for so long you wondered if this was when he decided you were too much and too complicated for him to deal with. 

He didn't. "I didn't know," he said, instead. 

"I don't exactly advertise it," you replied, and even if it was an attempt at being light hearted, it fell flat. "I just realised I never thought I'd be this age," you continued when he hardly reacted, "and I've been really anxious and down all week, so I think that realisation kind of sent me over the edge."

"Are you happy you're at this age?" 

Hesitantly, but surely, you nodded your head. "I got to meet you."

His lips twitched, but a smile never crossed his face. "You should be happy for reasons more than just me."

"You are my reason for being happy," you argued. 

"And I'm glad to hear I make you happy, but I cannot be your only reason."

"Why not?"

"Because that's dependency." 

You short-circuited, and he sighed upon realising the way you were taking his words — maybe not the smartest thing he could've said to his still tear-stricken-faced girlfriend. 

"What I mean is you should have other areas in your life that make you happy. Not just me."

"I like my job," you mumbled, gaze relocating to your lap. "And my friends."

"Great," he said, and you could feel his weight shifting on the couch as he nudged closer to you. "As long as I'm not your reason for living."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "You've been my reason for living since we started dating. Why is it different now?"

"I didn't know I was your reason for living until now."

"So if you are, then what? You leave me?" 

"No," his response was so immediate you were sure you could feel the whiplash, and he ran a hand down his face with an exasperated sigh. "I don't want to fight with you when you're like this."

"I don't want to fight with you either," you agreed, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. "I'm sorry I'm co-dependent."

He didn't respond for a while, mulling everything you two had shared and now, your apology, over in his head. You sat, anxiously, as minutes ticked by until he was puffing his cheeks to let out air, and standing up from the couch. 

He turned to you. "I love you, you know that," he began, and even before he had a chance to finish, you were already drowning him out, world crumbling around you as tears welled back up in your eyes. Maybe if you weren't as emotional as you were that night, your vision wouldn't have already gone blurry, and your heart wouldn't be shattering in your chest already. 

"But?" you countered, a sob escaping you at the end of the word.

He froze at the sound of it, his eyebrows turning in to each other, "Sorry?"

"You love me, but?"

"I don't understand."

"I'm sitting here, sobbing really violently and I look hideous, and you've just discovered I'm co-dependent, and you don't like that about me, so now you're telling me that you love me, but this isn't going to work out, and I need to work on myself before I get into another relationship, and you hope I can find happiness, and—"

"—What are you talking about?" he cut your ranting off, blinking a few times, confused. 

"Is that not what's happening?" 

"No?"

"Oh."

You stared at him, and he stared at you, and you felt your heart slowly pick itself back up from the pits of your stomach, each piece mending itself back together. He wasn't breaking up with you.

"I wasn't going to say that at all. Please don't put words in my mouth."

"Sorry," you said, though it wasn't very sincere. He crouched down in front of you, hands finding your fidgeting ones to hold them.

"Can I finish what I'm going to say before you cut me off this time?" Wordlessly, you nodded your head, and so he continued. "I love you, and you know that, and I don't want you to think I'm upset or mad at you for being codependent. You're allowed to not know how to navigate a relationship. But—"

"—There it is—" he glared with no real heat at you, and your lips twitched "—Sorry."

"But I need you to communicate with me. I'm going to inevitably do things that upset you, because you're co-dependent. We need to figure those things out, because a lot of the time you will respond unhealthily, and knowing what I know now, I don't want to be a trigger in any way."

"You won't be a trigger," you mumbled, and he shot you a pointed look, and your shoulders deflated. "I just feel stupid communicating things like that. Like, oh, I'm sad because my boyfriend is out of state for work and he's super busy and not responding to my messages so I think he might hate me."

"That isn't stupid."

"Yes it is!"

He said your name, eyebrows risen, and he shook his head. "You're upset about something. That isn't a stupid thing at all."

"It feels stupid."

"Okay, well, how about the next time I'm away on a case and not replying and you miss me, which is what that crazy, sad, completely reasonable phenomenon is called, by the way, you communicate that with me, and you see how I respond?"

"What if you tell me to go fuck myself?" 

He didn't even need to verbally deny your words for you to know that that response was completely out of character for him. All it took was one simple look, and you were diffidently smiling and averting your gaze, mumbling a quiet, "Okay."

And yes, the next time he was out of the state and you missed him, as he so kindly put it, you told him. And he spent three hours on the phone that night with you, reassuringly expressing how much he loved you, and how little he hated you.

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

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matt sturniolo x preg!best friend reader. they had a drunk ons and reader got pregnant. she doesn’t know what to do so she tells bsf!nick and matt and chris overhear?

i love your writing btw!!!

PART ONE | PART TWO

Warnings: strong language, established friendships, pregnancy talk, pregnant!reader, dad!Matt, morning sickness, feelings of worry/being scared, kissing, mostly fluff

Word Count: 3.8 | unedited

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After helping your friends film a truth or drink video for their channel, you found yourself in the hot tub.

You yourself were kind of tipsy, with the drink you were drinking, you were quickly working your way to being drunk along with Matt who sat across from you.

“Hey, uh. Thanks for helping us do this tonight.” He brings his glass up to take a drink, “I’m glad someone more sober was there to mediate.”

You laugh, “I wouldn’t say sober. Those shots Nick made me do kind of got to me a lot faster than I initially thought they would.” You bring your glass up to your lips, taking a sip as you glance over at Matt, “What?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing, you’re just…” he sighs, “So beautiful.”

You roll your eyes, leaning forward to sit up more, “You’re drunk.”

“I may be drunk, but come tomorrow.. when I’m sober, I’ll still think you’re beautiful.”

You smile slightly, leaning over to grab the bottle of alcohol.

“What are you doing?” Matt asks as he leans forward.

You glance over at him, “I’m just.. uh..” you laugh slightly as you pour some into your glass, “Getting some liquid courage.. because..” you set the bottle down and take the shot.

You take a deep breath, “What I’m about to might ruin our friendship and I really don’t want to think about that right now.”

You move over, straddling his lap and he drops his glass into the water, his hands instantly moving to your waist as he whispers, “It won’t ruin it.”

You grind down onto him as your lips connect with his, moving slowly with heat burning rapidly between the two or you.

He slides his hands down to your ass, bucking his hips up as he swallows your moans and groans lowly himself.

“Do you want to?” You whisper against his lips and he chuckles, “You have no idea.”

You jump, the timer on your phone ripping you from your thoughts and you scramble to turn it off. You drop it to the floor, reaching down with shaky hands to pick it back up and finally silence it.

You let out a slow breath, glancing at yourself in the mirror before you close your eyes and mentally count to three.

1..

2..

3..

You flip the test over and your knees go weak. You drop the test, gripping onto the counter and suddenly it feels harder to breathe.

“Oh god..” you gasp, “What do I do? What am I gonna do?” You turn the cold water on, shoving your hand under and bending down to splash some on your face.

You rest your forearm on the counter, leaning down to rest your face into the bend of your elbow and you can’t help but sob.

A few moments later, you stand up, taking another test out of the package and moving to sit down on the toilet.

Once the stick is ready. You lay it on the counter and finish up. You take your time, facing away from the counter as you pull your shorts up.

Reaching over to flush with a more unsteady hand. You close the lid and sit down.

You felt like you were in shock, but at the same time, it all makes sense.

Getting random urges to puke.

Avoiding food you know you love.

And let’s not forget the period that never showed up.

You reach over, flipping the test over and dropping it as soon as you see the second line. Tears instantly well up into your eyes and your mind is just bombarded with all things negative.

You take a deep breath, standing up to walk to the sink.

You avoid looking at the two tests while you wash your hands, you felt like you could puke just from looking at them.

You bend down, running cold water over your face before drying off with the towel.

You gathered up all the empty packaging and wrappers and stuffed them into your garbage can. You laid a few ravels and clean toilet paper on top to hide it and grabbed the two tests.

You walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch, your eyes glued to the two little window screens that both have a double line.

A part of you was in denial, trying to convince yourself they were false positives, but that’s rare, and to get two in a row, also rare.

You stood up, walking to your room to grab a sweatshirt. You threw it on and walked over to grab your phone before your bag and car keys.

You locked your door and quickly made it out to your car and to one of the furthest drug stores you could go to.

You threw your hood up before walking in, quickly making your way to the pregnancy test isle and grabbing one of each kind of test.

You walked up to the check out, thank god it was self scan.

You scanned each one, paid and bolted out to your car. You pushed your hood down and took a deep breath, jumping as your phone went off.

You searched your bag, pulling it out and your heart skips a beat when you see Nick’s name.

“Hello?”

“What the fuck have you been?” Nick asks, “Feels like forever since I’ve seen you.”

You force a laugh, “You saw me last week.”

“I know, but you’re literally more fun than these two idiots here, come over tonight, pleeeease!” he begs, “I’ll get your favorite pizza or whatever you want.”

“Oh gosh, no. No pizza please.”

“Why? What’s wrong with pizza?” He asks and you sigh, thinking of a lie on the spot, “I’ve had pizza these last two nights. Not really in a pizza kind of mood.”

“Oh, well then I guess it’s a good thing I said or whatever you want.” He laughs, “Just come over. We miss you over here.”

“Okay. I just have to run home quick and then I’ll come over.” You start to drive home, “It’ll probably be like an hour or so.”

He groans, “Fine, I’ll manage. Where are you at?”

“I uh, just had to drop some stuff off for my sister.”

Again, another lie.

“Why do you sound like you’ve been crying? You sound stuffy. Are you getting sick?”

Nick knows you way too well.

“Maybe? I know I was up coughing last night on and off so probably.”

“You weren’t crying?” Nick questions and you swallow, “No, Nick. I’m fine. Just..” you sigh, “Nevermind. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

You hang up before he can say anything else and you toss your phone back into your bag. As soon as you come to a stop at the red light, you burst into tears.

You quickly wipe your face before the light turns green and you get to your house as fast as you can.

Once inside, you go straight to the fridge to grab a water. You told Nick about an hour, and now you’re down to about twenty minutes.

You didn’t live far from them, so that’s not what you were worried about. You were worried about them knowing something was up, but with Nick, they probably already know.

You go to the bathroom, taking a plastic cup with you to pee in. You unwrap all of the tests and dip each one in before letting them sit on the counter.

It was shocking at how fast the non digital ones showed up, and of course, the digital ones said pregnant in bold black letters.

You gripped the counter, shaking your head as you took a few slow breathes. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, your face also felt like it was on fire.

“Fuck, okay. Okay. I’ll just.. I’ll talk to Nick. He’ll know what to do.” You threw away the boxes and grabbed the tests, putting them back in the wrappers before walking out to your bag and tossing them in.

As you make your way out to your car, you text Nick, I’m on my way.

He quickly answers, About time. Drive safe.

You get into your car, sitting there for a second before starting it and beginning to drive.

The whole way there it felt like you were going to hurl.

Your nerves felt like they were about shot, you didn’t know how to even bring it up to Nick and especially Matt.

You are best friends.

Or, were.

The thought along wanted to make your curl up and bawl. Thinking about a life without Matt, or his brothers, was heart wrenching.

Your stomach felt like it dropped through the car floor as you pulled in right behind Matt’s car. You wanted to turn around and leave but Nick was already walking out the door to greet you.

He walks up to your window and you open the door to step out. You throw your bag on your shoulder and turn to face him.

His face falls when he finally sees you “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, y/n. Are you okay?”

“I need to talk to you about something, but I need it to be just you.”

“Create a diversion. Got it.” He gives you a thumbs up and you shake your head, “Not right away. Just hang out for a little bit then ask me to come with you for clothing advice or something? I don’t know.”

“Oh it’s bad isn’t it.” He shakes his head, “Girl, what are we going to do with you?”

You laugh slightly, fighting to hide the tears, “Oh you haven’t heard anything yet.”

He leads you in and you freeze when you see Matt walking out towards the door, “There she is.”

“Here I am.” You try not to sound nervous, squeezing your bag shut between your arm and body, “Sorry, I’ve just.. work has been hectic and I have a deadline to meet at the end of this week.”

Again, not a total lie, but still a lie.

“You’re good.” Matt smiles, “We’re figuring out what to get for dinner, you can come help us if you’re hungry.”

You nod, suddenly feeling like you’re starving, “Yeah, I could eat. I haven’t had anything all day.”

“Just no pizza.” Nick teases and you nod, “Yes, please no pizza.”

Matt furrows his brows and you laugh, “I’ve ate it the last two days. It was just what I had at the house.”

“Gotcha.” He laughs and turns around to walk away.

Nick looks at you but your focus is on Matt.

“I’m sure you have a picture of him that’ll last longer, y/n.”

You push his shoulder, “Shut up. Thats not- don’t do that.”

He laughs, “Whatever you say.” He walks past you and into the living room and Chris yells as soon as you walk in, “Ah, oh my gosh! It really is you!”

“Shut your mouth.” You laugh, “As I told Nick, you literally seen me last week.”

Chris mocks you, “You literally seen me last week, okay!? And!? That doesn’t make up for all the other days.”

You laugh and sit down in the chair, “Oh cry about it.”

“Maybe I will.” Chris pouts, “My feels are hurt.”

Matt and Nick laugh and you glance at Matt, looking away before he looks back at you, “So, y/n. What are you hungry for?”

“We can do chiplotle? If that’s okay with you guys?” You look around they all nod, “I haven’t had that in so long.” Nick groans, “See. This is why we needed you to come out of hiding.”

“I.. wasn’t in, hiding.” You roll your eyes, “I told you, I have a lot of work to do.”

“Like what?” Nick tilts his head and you sigh, “I have to design a dress for my boss and that is like.. a lot of pressure, okay?”

“What’s the design?” Matt asks and you tilt your head, “Something for the spring line. Floral, white lacy pastel flowers. I don’t know. That’s what she said she wanted incorporated with it, so..”

“I think it’ll turn out better than you think.” Matt nods, “Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“I’m trying.” You swallow, “So, food?”

Ever since that night with you and Matt, it hasn’t been weird at all. It’s been literally normal, you both know what happened, you had one conversation about it, and that was that.

It wasn’t until you couldn’t wake up without wanting to barf that you started using work as an excuse for you being so extremely tired that you just slept most days.

You barely had any work, your boss has been on vacation the last few weeks.

“Oh, fuck. Y/n.” Nick snaps, “I need you to help me with something.”

“With what?” You look at him and he nods, “I need your opinion on these outfits I have picked out for my Space Camp photoshoot that I have coming up.”

“You don’t want our options?” Chris asks and Nick laughs sarcastically before giving him a harsh, “No.”

You stand up, your bag still in your hand, “Speaking of, I have those color swatches for you.”

“What the fuck are color swatches?” Chris asks and you bat the air, “If you don’t know, then it doesn’t concern you.”

Matt laughs at Chris and you follow Nick upstairs to his room. He closes the door behind you and you immediately start to hyperventilate.

“Whoa, whoa. Deep breathes, deep breathes.” Nick wraps his arms around you, squeezing you slightly, “in through your nose and out of your mouth.”

You do that a few times and nod, “Okay. I-I think.. I’m good.”

“What has gotten into you, y/n? I’ve never seen you-“

“I’m pregnant.”

His jaw drops, “Excuse me?”

You nod, opening your purse and pulling the tests out.

“Okay. I’m not going to lie, you having those in your bag is kinda gross.”

“Niiiick.” You whine, “I’m actually losing my shit over this.”

“How many..” he walks over, pulling your bag open, “Jesus fuck, y/n. How many are in there?”

“I don’t know, I took two and then when you called I just left the store with one box of each so maybe like eight or something.. I don’t know.”

You sit down on the bed and pull out two, “They’re all positive.”

“All of them?” He asks as he sits down next to you, “Did you call the doctor?”

You nod, “All of them.. and no. I didn’t know what to do, I just..”

“Panicked.”

You nod and he tilts his head, “Do you at least know who the father is?”

You nod and look at Nick, “Yep. Sure do.”

“Well who? Who is it?”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you sigh, “Matt.”

“Matt!?” He asks in a shocked and loud tone as he stands up, “as in, my brother, Matthew Bernard Sturniolo?”

“Shhh! I don’t want him to find out like this!” You pull him back down to sit, “Nothing is weird between us, but I know that we’re both young and he has the YouTube thing and I have my.. whatever going for me.”

“Y/n. You work for one of the biggest stylist in the country. You’re fine.” Nick assures, “But he needs to know.”

“No, no I know. I know. I just.. what if he doesn’t want me around anymore? It was one stupid drunken one night that’s turned into a lifetime of being around each other, and I know we’re all friends but-“

“Oh no, honey. You and Matt are not just friends.”

“What do you mean?” You furrow your brows and Nick laughs, “Are you joking? He looks at you like you’re his entire world. That one night stand was bound to happen at some point.”

You sit there stunned, “A-Are you.. what.. I-I..”

“Listen to me. Telling Matt is the best thing you can do for you and that little tiny thing growing right.. in.. there..” he pokes your stomach and you laugh, swatting his hand away, “I know. I just.. how do I tell him?”

“Maybe you can show him one of the five thousand tests sitting in the bottom of your purse.” Nick laughs, “I still can’t believe you just have them. Like, they make ziplocks, y/n.”

“I was panicking, Nick! You can’t blame me for that!” You laugh, wiping away your tears, “I didn’t know what else to do and you’re literally my best friend.”

“Aw.” He tilts his head, “And you are mine.”

He pulls you in for a hug and you sigh, “I just hope he doesn’t freak out and things go south.”

Nick shakes his head, resting his cheek on top of yours, “He might be shocked at first, but I don’t think it’ll go south. Plus..” he laughs and you lean back, “What…”

“I’m gonna be uncle Nick.” He smirks and you nod, “Yes. The best uncle Nick ever.”

“Do you want me to go get Matt, or..” Nick looks at you and you sigh, “Yeah, might as well get it done and over with.”

Nick nods, “Okay, just stay here and try not to panic.”

“Easier said than done.” You laugh nervously and take a deep breath. You watch as Nick opens the door and stops, “Um, it’s not polite to eavesdrop ya know.”

“Move.” Matt pushes past Nick and closes the door.

You stare at Matt, the tears burning as they make their way up to spill over your waterline. Along with that, word vomit spews from your lips, “A-Are you mad? Are we not friends anymore? I-I totally understand if that’s what you want, I just.. I thought you’d be mad so I went to Nick first to see what I should do and-“

Matt’s hands are cupping your face, “Shh, shh.. just, relax, y/n. I’m not mad. I promise.. I’m not mad.”

“You’re.. you’re not?” You look up at him and he shakes his head before resting his forehead on yours, “I knew it was a risk, doing what we did, but I didn’t care because I just love you so much.”

“You love me?”

He chuckles, “Are you going to question everything that I say?” He smiles as you shake your head and you smile slightly, “I love you.”

“You love me?” He teases and you roll your eyes, “Yes. I do.”

“Nick was right.” Matt sighs, “I look at you like you’re my whole world because you are.” His hand slides down to your stomach and he swallows, “And now we’re adding one to the solar system.”

You raise your brows and laugh through the tears, “Oh my god, Matt, that was so cheesy. I love it.” You press your lips to his and you hear Chris and Nick giggling outside the door.

Matt takes your hand into his and walks over, quickly opening the door.

Nick and Chris shoot up straight and stare at him.

“You know, it’s not nice to eavesdrop.” You raise your brows and Nick sighs, “You expected me to leave without knowing how this was going to go, please.” He rolls his eyes and Chris looks at you, “So it’s true? I’m going to be an uncle?”

You nod, “Yep.”

“And you..” he points to Matt, “Are going to be a dad?”

Matt nods, “That’s how it works Chris.”

“Woo! Daddy Matt. Oh everyone is going to love this.”

“No, now hang on. I’m not even sure what we want to do about that yet.” Matt looks at you, giving your hand a squeeze, “It’s up to y/n anyway.”

“Very respectful, I like it.” Nick nods, leaning up against the door, “You should probably call and schedule an ultrasound before anything.”

You snap, “Oh shit, right.” You walk over and grab your phone, “They’re closed now. I’ll have to call in the morning.”

“First thing, missy.” Nick points and you sigh, “Yes, Nick. I’ll make sure to wake you up as soon as they open.”

“Okay.” He shrugs and Matt laughs, “I hope you’re ready for nine months of mother hen Nick.”

“That’s not always a bad thing.” You smile, “At least I won’t have to set a reminder to take my prenatal.” You eyes go wide and you start to tear up, “I need to get prenatals.”

“I’m on it!” Nick lifts his finger into the air, “Just text me which kind.”

“You can’t drive!” Matt yells and Nick walks back in, “We’re all on it. Now let’s go!”

Him and Chris walk out of the room and Matt pulls you in for a hug, “I knew something was up with you. You never avoid us, especially me.”

“I didn’t- okay..” you laugh slightly, “I was feeling sick and then today I just had this gut feeling to test and I took like eight..”

“Eight!?” Matt laughs, “Holy fuck. One wasn’t enough?”

“Well, I took two at first, but then I was in denial so I went out and got one box of each test and here we are.”

He shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “It’s fine, ma. I’m just glad I know now.” He grabs your hand and squeezes it, “So when are you moving in?”

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

A few weeks later

“Oh look!” You point to the screen, “Are they the toes?”

The tech nods, “Yes, this is the foot, and oh! They’re a kicker.”

“That’s so weird, I don’t feel anything yet.” You look up at Matt and he smiles down at you.

“Babies start to really move between sixteen and twenty five weeks, some people may not feel anything until closer to the twenty five mark, but everyone is different.”

You nod, “Okay. We’re close to being fourteen weeks now.”

“Yeah, you probably have a little bit to go. If this is your first pregnancy, you might not feel it until around the twenty five week mark.” The tech clicks a few times and takes the wand from your belly, “Everything is looking good. If you want, we can do a blood test and get the gender back to you, or you can wait until the twenty week mark?”

You look at Matt, “What should we do?”

He shrugs, “That’s all your choice, babe. Whatever you want to do, I support.”

“I think we’ll wait until the twenty week scan.” You nod and look at the tech. She nods, “Alright. If you want, we can get you scheduled for another check in about four weeks and then another for twenty weeks. Okay?”

You nod, “Okay. Thank you.” You smile and wipe off your stomach before pulling down your sweatshirt, “This is real. This is actually happening.”

Matt helps you sit up and he presses a kiss to your temple, “It sure is.” He smiles, “I couldn’t picture doing this with anyone but you.”

You look up at him, reaching up to lay a hand on his cheek, “I love you.”

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! I love you so much! I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[zapernz]

If you think somno is so hot then write sub ani somno you coward (love you)

a/n: enjoy freak luv u also i def think this is the longest thing i have written i also kinda hate it so apologies chat

situations

warnings: dddne - somno, sub!anakin, petnames

he knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help it, he needs you, he craves you, every inch of his body is begging for you. he bites his lip as he sneaks into your room, seeing your figure illuminated by the soft light coming from the window, you had kicked all the sheets off, comfortably sleeping in a tank top and small pair of shorts. he honestly could’ve came at the sight, you looked so calm, so beautiful he needed you.

he softly walks to the side of your bed looking over your features making sure to remember this for later, he sits down on the bed watching for any movement from you. he reaches out to touch your arm, to confirm to himself that hes not dreaming and he’s actually this close to you, your body gets goosebumps, anakin immediately notices how your nipples get hard and how good they look, how much he wants to taste them, fuck them - he definitely needs to fuck them, but he’ll do that another time.

he places his hands on your thighs as he positions himself between them, he bites his lip as he pulls himself out of his boxers and pumps himself a few times, groaning softly. he moves your shorts and panties to the side letting out a moan at the side of your wet pussy.

without hesitation he starts to slide his dick up and down your folds, whining at the wettness, he can’t help himself - the slick noises and how warm and wet you are. he’s erratically humping against you trying to chase his own pleasure completely forgetting that he needs to be quiet and quick, but hes whining and moaning, letting out the most pathetic sounds which makes you stir in your sleep, you sigh and slowly open your eyes to see the absolute scene in front of you.

anakin is flushed tears running down his cheeks in pleasure, his lip is almost bleeding from biting it so hard earlier, his mouth is stuck in the most perfect ‘o’ shape. you cant help but moan at the scene but also at the way his tip is hitting your clit over and over again. “holy fuck- ani?” you manage to get out.

all movements stop he stares at you, “please- m sorry i just needed you so bad” he cries, full sobbing at this point, shaking with need, he cant help the way his body aches and yearns for you. you should be mad at him, but you’re not, its your ani sitting in front of you pathetically begging for you, who were you to deny him? he needs you.

you lift your hand up to rest it on his cheek, wiping away the tears that were there which quickly get replaced by fresh ones. “ani ‘s okay, you shouldve just asked me yknow”

“really?” he croaks out looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes making you smile and nod “take what you need from me baby” the pet name makes him whimper and bite his lip “i jus need you” he says above a whisper. “i know baby, i know” you coo while lying him down then taking your shorts and panties off, straddling his thighs, his hands instinctively fly to your waist squeezing softly to ground himself.

“please i need you- please” he begs, you lean down kissing him softly, but anakin is full of need, the kiss becomes a mess of tongues and spit, you pull back and softly kiss down his neck to his chest leaving goosebumps in their wake. “please- i- i cant take it, i need y’so bad” his words make heat pool in all the right places, you place your hands on his chest for leverage as you line yourself up with him, his breath hitches as you slowly sink down on him, because of the dim lighting you didnt even register how big he was, stretching you out in ways never thought imaginable.

he throws his head back in pure pleasure, you’re so warm and tight, so tight, better than he had ever imagined “holy fuck” he whimpers as you fully sink down on him. you wait a few moments before experimentally grinding your hips forwards making you both moan at the new found sensation, his moans encourage you to move faster, wanting to pull all noises from his pretty lips. he’s bucking his hips up to meet your movements. moans and lewd wet sounds fill the room. his hands are roaming all over you, making his fingertips remember how your body feels, your breasts, stomach, arms, thighs - everything.

you softly place your hand around his neck, his head goes fuzzy, he throws his head back as he grips your wrist with his hand begging you to press harder, begging you to use him. who would deny him? not you. you squeeze harder moving your hips in a pattern that makes him see stars, his eyes rolled back into his head, you let go of his neck for a bit “i’m so close- please i- i need to cum please” he gasps due to the lack of air he groans when your hand grips around his neck again, not too tight, but tight enough for him to get off on it. “you wanna cum huh? remake the fantasies where you get to fill me up? that’s what you want?” you smirk, your words sickly sweet.

his body is on fire, he’s so close, and a moaning mess, hands gripping your thighs so hard they will definitely leave bruises. “yes- please so bad” you weren’t far off your orgasm either, the coil threatening to snap at any moment, you drop your head to look at his dick thrusting in and out of you bringing you closer to the edge.

“so good for me- fuck yeah cum ani, show me how much you’ve needed me”

[yokumirumerafan]

WAIT HEAR ME OUT! I imagine Y/N having an illness called "Gixet syndrome" {funny ass name} (a rare syndrome that grows inside her body, not only BLUE SPIDER LILIES but also HEALING HERBS that can instantly heal and revive someone so I think it's lucky for the demons and humans I guess? ) AND the KNY characters just now knew this when Y/N started coughing flowers,feeling unwell in her house, laying in her bed, and both of the mythical plants slowly started growing inside her because the syndrome causes when Y/N is feeling miserable and depressed. Now I wanna know what's THEIR reaction? (begging on my knees to Add Tamayo and Yushiro along with the demon slayer characters and the demons- if that's okay for you-)

OKAY SORRY IF THIS IS LONG YOU DON'T REALLY HAVE TO WRITE IT IF YOU WANT- I HOPE YOUR DOING OKAY FELLOW SHRIMP!! GOODBYEE -Shrimp 🦐 1# fan of Kyojuro, Gyomei, and Hotaru.

Let’s tackle this “Gixet Syndrome” (funny name, tragic vibes), and the emotional chaos when everyone finds out what’s happening to our poor reader 😭💐

🌸 GIXET SYNDROME: CHARACTER REACTIONS 🌸

🩶 You start coughing flowers, collapsing from fatigue, your body sprouting blue spider lilies and healing herbs whenever you're miserable… and no one knew until now.

💉 Tamayo Her eyes widen in pure horror. How could she have missed something so critical?! “...This shouldn’t be possible…” she whispers, shaking hands pressed to your forehead. Treats you like a living relic but also like her dearest patient. Does research night and day; no sleep. She refuses to let this take you. If you're crying, she holds your hand and says: “We will find a way. Your life matters, Y/N. You’re not alone in this.” 🧪 Yushiro “Why didn’t you SAY anything?!” Gets snappy, but it’s out of pure panic and guilt. He's lowkey crying in the other room but pretends he’s just “venting frustrations.” Pledges himself to helping you just like Tamayo does. Glares at everyone like: “If you upset them and make it worse, I’ll kill you. Gently. With style.” 🌸 Hashira + KNY Gang 🔥 Kyojuro “This is no ordinary illness…” his voice breaks a little. Immediately brings you warm food and sits by your bed every night. Holds your hand while you sleep. “You will not suffer alone. I promise.” Tries to cheer you up constantly—even burns his hand trying to cook soup. “I may not understand it, but I’ll fight it alongside you!” 🙏 Gyomei Silent tears while he prays by your side. His hands tremble as he senses the unnatural life growing in your body. “Why must one so kind suffer so deeply…” Offers silent comfort. He believes your heart is too beautiful to be extinguished. 🔨 Haganezuka Looks like he doesn’t care at first. But then violently forges a gift blade infused with protective runes and healing ores, just for you. Leaves it at your bedside with a note: “Don’t die. You piss me off too much for that.” 💨 Sanemi He’s pissed—at the universe, the syndrome, everything. “Why didn’t you TELL ME?!” Punches a wall. Then sits by your bed awkwardly, refusing to leave. Whispers, “You’re annoying, but if you die I’ll never forgive you.” 🐍 Obanai Stiff. Silent. Eyes glued to you when you’re unconscious. Brings Kaburamaru to curl around you—believes his presence can stabilize you. Talks to you quietly when you're asleep: “Don’t wilt. I’ll give up my own blood if it means keeping you alive.” 🐗 Inosuke “WHAT ARE THESE PLANTS DOING TO YOU?? I’LL RIP THEM OUT!!” Tries to physically fight the syndrome (please someone stop him 😭). Sleeps in your room like a feral gremlin to keep you “safe.” Cries when he thinks no one’s looking. ⚡ Zenitsu SOBBING. LOUDLY. Tries to make you laugh with dumb impressions. Buys you 1000 flowers because “y-you like them r-right???” “Y/N-CHAN YOU’RE SO STRONG PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME I HAVEN’T EVEN MARRIED YOU YETTTT 😭” 🦷 Genya Shuts down. He doesn’t know how to deal with grief. Sits outside your window and guards your house 24/7. Has a whole mini shrine where he lights incense for your recovery. “I’ll protect you. Even from something I can’t see.” 🌙 Demons (Muzan + Upper Moons) 👑 Muzan Stops everything. Still. Silent. Staring. “...You are the cure and the death?” He’s obsessed. Offers to take you away, “protect” you from your own emotions. “You’re suffering? Let me take it away… permanently.” (He’s willing to preserve you in a glass box if it means keeping you from dying.) 💢 Akaza Loses it when he sees you coughing blood and flowers. “Who did this to you?!” He doesn’t get it at first—until he realizes your sadness is causing this. “Tell me who hurt you. I’ll make them disappear.” 🌙 Doma “Ohhh~ how delightfully tragic~!” BUT he's obsessed. Wants to keep you close. "Sadness makes you bloom, huh~?" Offers to “cheer you up” with weird cult nonsense and smiles 24/7 to prevent the symptoms from worsening. “Darling, I shall be your personal sun!” 🔥 Kokushibo Rarely speaks, but he is furious that your own emotions are killing you. Sits silently near you like a stone statue. Leaves silent offerings of rare items, hoping they ease your pain. “This world is cruel. But if your heart breaks again…I’ll carry the pieces.”

Ok I caught myself simping for Hotaru.... HOW I'M SORRY BUT HOW CAN A COUPLE REQUESTS FROM YOU MADE ME QUESTION MY ENTIRE SEXUALITY HUH? YOU WANNA EXPLAIN SM OR WHAT? BECAUSE BEFORE I HEARTLY BELIEVED I'M A NATURAL LESBIAN AND NOW THAT'S UNDER CONCERN FOR ME.

[bbybhr]

Just wanted to write smut with old man logan cause my loooong looong fic about him is still in progress and they're refusing to sleep with each other...bummer huh?I just use my drabble card

MDNI

Old man logan is the kind of guy who loves his pillow princess, life was so hard on him that he found himself yearning for taking control, and you; his sweet little angel knows it pretty well because he reminded you that so many times.

when he's kneeling infront of you, eating you out,practically devouring you with his mouth while holding your hips in his rough calloused hand, his shoulders beneath your knees, holding your lower body in the air as he sucks at your sensitive clit, making you mewl in overstimulation, and when you do as much as try to move a little on his tongue so you could get rid of that knot in your stomach hoping to get off a little sooner , he would growl while still lapping at your sweet cunt but now with more force, his hand grabbing your hips tighter, bruising them, not wanting you to move, just lay down and take everything he gives you. It's an unspoken yet clear rule.

And when he's done with your now puffy nub, having you sobbing infront of him, he would slowly lower your legs... but don't take that breath of relief yet! He would straight up his leaned posture, still on his knees looking down at you, admiring the mess he made out of you.

"My beautiful fucking girl"

He would rasp out as his hand touch the wetness that you made on his beard than slowly leaning on you again grabbing your knees and forcefully parting them

"Not done yet,princess"

He rubs his index finger along your foldes coating them with your juice as he leans closer to your pussy

"Can't get enough...what have you done to me..."

He mumbles more to himself than you

You're trying to maintain your tears as your body jerks from the sensation of his finger

"Logan..."

You plead, your voice shaking

"Shh I know, I know"

He would say before slowly teasing your entrance with his middle finger slowly pushing it forward, feeling your hot and wet walls around his digit. He would touch your inside with the tip of his finger and soon enough finding that gummy spot inside of you and pushing on it.

"Found it..."

He voices with a mean tune as a loud moan skip you and you try to move away from his touch.

"Uh uh,there's no running my little bunny...take it"

He pushes his finger further in you, pressuring the same spot, his other hand moves up resting at your lower stomach and as soon as he pistons his finger inside you he would press it with a little force.

You moan and squirm under his touch, the only thing you could focus on is how his finger feels inside of you; and the sweet pressure on your stomach where the same knot of pleasure builds up and up and up again.

He would add another finger expecting you to take it like the good girl you are, now two fingers knuckle deep pumping inside of you as a string of "pleas pleas pleas" leaves your lips

"Please what darlin"

He would ask unbothered by your state having you right where he wants you

"Need... need you. Lo...please"

You beg him for what?you don't even know. Your mind clouded and your body feels like a bunch of nerves ending, feeling logan everywhere

"Need what sweetheart?need more?you greedy little slut"

His voice gruff and full of need to be inside of you but he could tolerate it, if he gets to see you like this a little more

"Just wanting my full fucking attention on you huh?Well I'm gonna make damn sure that you get it"

He places his thumb on your oversensitive nub starting to stroking it in circular motion, deliberately ignoring your plead to stop

"I know what you really fucking want darlin, this shit ain't work on me"

He says as he's hand on your stomach move up pinching your nipple twisting it between his two fingers, his other hand still working wonders, making you see stars and you moan his name almost as loud as a scream

"Jesus...music to my ears"

He mumbles before grabbing you by the back of your neck pulling your face close to his, folding you in half and smashing his lips on yours; growling at the sweet taste you leave on his tongue and how your delicate body trembles under him...one again the knot in your stomach snaps and the rush of hormones washes over you leaving your body weak.

"That's it doll...there we go"

He cooed on your lips before biting your shaking bottom lips and riding you down your high.

You're a fucking mess under him as he lay you on your back again,body full on display and covered in a thin layer of sweat, glowing under the dim light, you made a wet patch on his bed between your legs and your cheeks and lips are blushed, an absolute goddess in his eyes, his innocent little lamb ravaged by the big bad wolf that he is

At this point he can not take it any longer, just grabbing you by your side and manhandling you with ease so you can lay on your stomach

"Lo...logan no...no more, please...I can't"

You beg with no hope

"Well tough luck honey...I'm just getting started"

He takes out his waistband before grabbing your delicate wrists and tieing them with it, harshly tug on the end of it to make it fit, than without any patient unbuttoning his pants and taking his cock out

He'll place his hand around your stomach and lifting you up just enough...his palm placed on your lower stomach yet again, with his other hand he guid his cock through your foldes, closing his eyes from the pleasure of the contact before he tease the tip in you making you cry harder from pain and pleasure

His hand than came up of your back, caressing the skin before going through your hair and pushing your head in the mattress as his tip rest inside of you, your walls pulsing around it repeatedly, a deep growl skipping from his chest at the feeling

"So perfect for your old man aren't you?now deep breath...Big stretch"

He talks you through it while pounding into you like a man possessed, at one point grabbing your neck again and pulling you so your back leans on his chest while the pathetic sound of "uhuhuhuh" skips you, one hand choking you and the other still on your stomach feeling the bulge he makes every time he fucks into you

"My perfect little toy...mine to fuck...mine to destroy"

He whispers in your ears before biting on it and that's the last thing you remember tomorrow when you wake up in his strong arms caging you

[nightscythe]

i am crawling on hand and foot, scratching at the door, mewling and whining and begging you to PLEASE WRITE THE MOURNIVAL KINK HEADCANON

sorry for making you wait ◡̈

i try to make these g/n but one implies you can lactate. wink.

nsfw 18+ of course!! a whole load of other astartes coming up soon. if you're not into it, don't read it, as usual.

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abbadon: dacryphilia. he never wanted to see you cry. he'd have done anything to protect you and keep you from harm, being so precious to him. yet, when you were lying beneath him, when his entire being consumed you, he couldn't help but enjoy the way you cried for him. he brings his thumb to your cheek, swiping away your tears that covered your pretty skin. it's okay, he'd tell you, worried at first he'd done something wrong. when you shake your head, beg him to carry on, to fuck you harder, to feel more of him, he'd feel himself twitch inside you. he had to make sure. you're crying because... of how good i make you feel? his ego would never recover. he'd make a silent competition with himself, knowing each time he had you, he wanted to see you cry, whimper, sob over him. he'd make it his goal to overwhelm you, make you feel so good it hurts. maybe he likes being praised in that way, knowing you really can't hold yourself back. either way, he thinks you're so pretty with your lashes wet, eyes glassy, and body exhausted - and he'd do just about anything to see it.

aximand: lactophilia. his fingers were twitching at his side. he hated himself for the thoughts he had. oh how badly he wanted to take your nipple into his mouth, have his warm lips wrap around the bud and suck. he hates it. but his hands still pawed at your waist as you approached him, his breath shuddering as offer your chest to him. he turns his head, yet steals another glance. hates it. he doesn't move as you lean into him, guide the back of his head down to your chest gently. you tell him it's okay, he can take what he wants. he still hates it. I can't... he'd tell you, his voice barely breaking a whisper. he tries to ignore the ache, tries to resist your temptation, but its all futile. just a taste, he'd tell you, latching onto your nipple, his hand on your back to hold you closer to him as his mouth caressed your full breast. he shouldn't want to have you riding his cock as he did this. he shouldn't want this all to himself. yet, as he presses his forehead against your chest for the shortest break, sinks his other hand into your hips to hold you steady as his groans, he still hates himself, but he'd never be able to live without this.

torgaddon: crurophilia. you'd been laying on your stomach, your legs fully bare. he'd never really been able to resist you, but he always found your legs incredibly beautiful. he'd run his fingers up your calves to your thighs, he'd press his lips the whole way up them too, he'd leave bruises across them, he'd sink his teeth into your soft flesh whenever he lost the smallest bit of attention. at first he'd turned you over, used his mouth to please you and pushed your thighs around his head, wanting to feel you tremble, wanting you to squeeze your thighs against him as you chase your high. feel your calf drag press against his back so you could have more of him in your most sensitive areas. but when he looked up to you, and caught your eyes, he'd stopped. i need to feel them, he'd tell you, unlacing your fingers from the bedsheets, kissing you roughly as he turned you back over. been thinking about doing this for a while, sweetheart. usually it was enough to have your legs around his waist or over his shoulders. wonder how it would feel to fuck those beautiful thighs, he'd say outloud, amused by how quickly you'd tense beneath him.

loken: authority. he strove to be better. to be the best even. it consumed him, sometimes, just as it was when he reached gently for you. i want... his hesitant words were so uncommon for someone in his position, but when you encouraged him to continue, he'd find the strength to admit his biggest secret to you. i need to be good for you. he wanted you to teach him to be everything you needed. he wanted you to hum in approval with everything you liked that he did, or deny him if he ever put a foot wrong. i'll do better next time, he'd promise you, his own mind going crazy over the thought of letting you down. his most favourite thing was when you told him no. he'd never beg you for more, he'd never demand what he wasn't rewarded with. he'd be patient, he'd sit with the desperate ache of having you tell him to be good, to wait. because it contradicted him so perfectly, didn't it? no one would ever know how desperate he was to have you say how well he did. that he needed to have you stroke his hair softly and let him lay his head on your chest. that a single word of praise could break him mentally and make you entirely his.

[oscquinn]

Maggie, my lovey I come with another request for you!

The second chance romance trope, x my husband, Carmy.

Ok so walk with me here 🚶🏻‍♀️,

Carmy had one time forgotten about his anniversary with r, & she of course got very upset & sad about it. So he made sure the next day (without letting her find out) to go to the florist and place a standing order for flowers on their anniversary every year so she would never be able to tell if he forgot again.

Alright so flash forward years later, they break up. They both are pining for eachother / miss eachother a lot but Carmy was the one who called things off so R doesn’t try to contact him and Carmy is Carmy.

Their anniversary comes around and Carmy forgets of course because since they broke up he’s been even more of an animal in the kitchen but the flowers get delivered to R and of course it has the same note she got every year ‘Happy Anniversary baby, I love you always, xx- Bear’ at first she’s confused but then she is hopeful it was him reaching out to try and reconcile so she bites the bullet and calls him and is like “you still love me?” And mentally he’s like

*fffffuuuuuuuuuuck*

& has to explain that he placed a standing order so she could never be mad at him for forgetting again but he really does miss her

I’ll leave it up to you if r gets back together with him or if you want it to be pure angst!

(🤞fingers crossed it sends this time)

my dear capri, i love the exposition you've dropped in my inbox!!! here's the aftermath of receiving the flowers :(( warnings; angst, no happy ending, and swearing. also, here's the playlist i listened to while writing

from this trope list. part of my 1,500 follower celebration. masterlist -> here!

there are flowers at your door.

you've been fighting back tears the whole day. work was hell, your irritability heightened by the fact you'd barely eaten breakfast, not even bothering with lunch. it was harder now without carmen around. you've been angry all day, heels clicking in obnoxious stomps, your stomach burning and head pounding, and there are flowers at your door.

you kneel down to read the card, your heart clenching at the words. 'happy anniversary beautiful girl, i love you always. love, your carmen' a shaking hand comes to your mouth, you fumble with your keys to make it inside before you lose it entirely. he still loves you?

you dial carmen's number, hearing it ring twice before he picks up. "you sent me flowers?"

"o-oh, uh. t-that's a funny story, actually-"

your stomach twists in a knot. "i'd love to hear exactly how this is funny, carmen."

"well, forever ago, when i forgot our anniversary? i placed a standing order. so- so that way you'd always have flowers."

your heart sinks. he couldn't even bother to remember the date himself. worse, he didn't remember to cancel them. "you're fucking joking," you spit out.

"i-i'm not. baby-"

"don't call me that," you snap at him, your living room suddenly feeling claustrophobic. you push your window open to take a deep breath of the fresh air, turning your back to the wall and sinking down next to the plant he'd gifted you, moved inside to avoid the recent cold snap. a hand over your mouth muffles your sobs, your heart breaking all over again at this new information. "i can't believe you."

"i'm.. i'm s-sorry-"

"no! you don't get to apologize, that doesn't fix shit." you're practically yelling at him now, and you can hear the tears in his voice. but you don't care. it's about time you gave him a piece of your mind, hurting him the way he'd hurt you. "i thought for one goddamn second that maybe you still loved me. but- but you're just self-fucking-centered. so lost in your head you couldn't even remember to cancel flowers for the girl who's heart you snapped in two."

the silence on the other end tells you everything you need to know. you don't let him even try to continue, snapping at him, "lose my number, carmen."

there's a muffled noise on the other end, but you hang up without the chance to process it. your phone falls to the tile floor with a loud thud that echoes through your empty apartment. you flinch, then let out a noise somewhere between a scream and a sob.

the sound finds its way through your window, falling down to the street below, to the ears of the man repeating your name into his phone. "b-baby," he pleads, his voice breaking. but you've hung up now. he can't believe he forgot those stupid fucking flowers.

at least it showed him how you truly felt. that it would've been stupid to go through with it. stupid to walk up to your door with nothing but a barely planned apology to mend your broken heart.

carmen looks up to see your open window, balcony distinctly missing the potted plant he'd gifted you a year ago. a shaky hand lights a cigarette and he takes a hit but the smoke does nothing to soothe him as he draws his eyes away, turning away from your building for the final time.

[shadowdaddies]

Hi, love your writing. Could you write something with either Lucien or Ruhn with a reader who is always told she talks to much? Like when she gets happy or excited she tends to ramble and people usually get annoyed at her and tell her to shut up and she slowly stops talking at all and Lucien or Ruhn see that and try to get her to come out of her shell again and always listen to what she has to say?

I needed to write this today, I really relate and I'm having a hard time. If you ever want someone to talk to, my messages are open💜 and omg do you know how hard it was to choose between Lucien and Ruhn?😩 ugh anon your ideas are too good! I went with Lucien only because I haven't written for him yet and I think he's perfect for this but if you have a Ruhn request I'm HERE💜

Use Your Words

Lucien x Reader hurt/comfort

Warnings: this got very suggestive towards the end, I have learned I am very susceptible to the Vanserra rizz

You barely made it through the front door before a sob ripped through you, slinking to the ground as you sunk against the wall. Your throat was in knots, chest heavy as your thoughts eddied deeper and darker. 

Growing up, you had always been told you were too loud, too open, too much. Even now, it took courage for you to reach out to people, to not let your insecurities get in the way of connecting with others. Tonight you felt comfortable, thinking that the females in court accepted you, but the moment that you opened up - shared too much - they gave you the same judgmental looks that had become ingrained in your mind.

It was easier to retreat into yourself, better to not say anything than to bear the rejection that inevitably followed you through your life. When Lucien arrived home, he found you crumpled into the sofa, adorned in your softest robe as you stared blankly at the fire.

“My love, you look ethereal glowing against the light of the fire,” Lucien murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. He lifted your head, settling underneath you as a makeshift pillow while he stroked your hair. “How was your evening, beautiful?”

You couldn’t help how your face crumpled at his question, lip quivering as the tears leaked from your eyes. You buried your head in his lap, shaking your head as you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. 

“Hey, I’ve got you, love,” Lucien whispered, lifting you up into his lap, cradling his in his strong arms. A long time passed as he held you, letting the emotions pour out of you, paying no mind to the tears that stained his shirt. 

When you were ready, you lifted your head to rest against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat calming. “I’m not good with words like you, Lucien. I wish people found me charming and interesting, but it’s like I say too much and they lose interest. I don’t know how to do anything right, Luc. No matter how hard I try, it’s not enough, and it’s too much,” you cried into his shoulder. 

Looping your arms around his neck, you held him close as though he might disappear if you let go. “I’m sorry, that was a lot. I didn’t mean to say too much, I just keep talking,” you rambled, unable to stop but desperate to share your feelings. 

Lucien held you tight against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair before broad hands found your cheeks. “My love, you are not too much. I could never have enough of you. Your words are like the flowers that fill the meadow outside. They are many, and together they create something so breathtaking, I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”

His lips lowered to your neck, long red hair sliding against the skin of your chest. Fingers threading through his soft hair, you tilted your head back, welcoming the affections he was bestowing upon you. 

Pressing a kiss below your ear, Lucien’s warm breath tickled your skin as he spoke. “I want to know everything that goes through this beautiful mind,” he murmured, teeth grazing your neck as he continued peppering kisses to any exposed skin he could find.

You whimpered, rolling your hips against his in a silent request for more. Lucien pulled back, a feline smirk on his lips as his eyes glowed in the firelight. With a tsk, he tilted your chin towards him. “I want to hear everything that you want tonight. I want you to use your words, to hear every beautiful noise that comes from your mouth as I show you how incredible you are. Understood?” He punctuated his question by tugging your bottom lip with his teeth, and you nodded furiously. 

“Yes, Lucien. Please touch me,” you breathed.

“Good girl,” he grinned, tossing you over his shoulder as he carried you to your bedroom.

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[satrs]

Can you write sensitive!sub!Hiori where reader rides him and he cries from pleasure >///< I love him sm (it's ok if you don't <3 take care!)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ ok so this is actually my first time writing dom!reader aaaa I hope you enjoy this drabble and have a nice dayyy ;33

Crying Beauty!

FEATURING; sensitive!sub!hiori x dom!fem!reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!! overstim. Sub hiori. Dacryphilia. use of good boy (literally once).

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+[proplayer]! // NOT PROOFREAD!

„Too much! It‘s too much I’m-„ Hiori was withering in pleasure, white painting his tear stained orbs as his mouth hung open.

The sight was almost angelic- the way his hair was out of place and the cute sounds you robbed out of him with every movement of your hips. You knew that he was sensitive and you knew that he wasn’t really a talker when it came to him being completely dumb over your cunt around him, but you just couldn’t help but tease him.

„You’re what? Use your big boy words, Yo.“

He wanted to, he really did! But he couldn’t form a single sentence because your needy cunt was milking him so good, his sensitive and throbbing tip hitting that spongey spot inside of you that caused him to mewl and claw his hands on your hips. „Please! I can‘t! S-so good, too good!“

A moan flew past your lips at your lovers state, his breathing rapidly increasing as you felt his sensitive cock twitch inside of you over and over again. „But you already came once, Yo. Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair towards me?“

He quickly shut up, whining while sniffing from his tears, wet lashes clinging to his eyelids as tears of pleasure blurred his vision. „ I’m sorry, so sorry“

You cooed at him, smiling down at his tear filled eyes, leaning forward to place kisses under his eyes, the salty taste of his tears causing you to increase your movements, needily grinding down onto him.

„Oh fuck!“ His loud voice was cut off as you went back to rocking your hips up and down, nails digging into your hips and leaving half moons behind as his legs began to shake. You took this as a sign to speed up your tantalizing movements, caputring his lips in a kiss too swallow his angelic moans.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you, Yo?" Your words made the blue haired nodd frantically, hips subconciously stuttering up into yours that drove soft moans out of you.

Soon you felt the familiar feeling of him inside of you, cry of your name leaving his lips as he pushed his head back heavily into the cushions, mouth hanging wide open as sobs and whimpers escaped his soft lips.

The sight of his tear stained face and the sound of his heavenly whines were enough to make you follow him into the wave of euphoria, biting your lip while some moans escaped your mouth, grinding down onto him as you rode out your orgasm.

As the both of you finally catched your breaths, Hiroi's sniffling soon turned into one loud sob as your hips began to move again.

"C'mon, just one more alright? Be a good boy for me, yeah?"

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[luckalott]

What Is it called when you accidentally write a fanfiction?

SOOOOOOOOOO I accidentally wrote this and thought It'd be nice to post it here so :3 Cherik proposal for you. This is set in one of my alternate universes where they are somewhere between 30 and 40 (So kinda first class era) but its 2001 and they temporarily move to the Netherlands because that was the first country to legalize same sex marriage. :D

Enjoy!!!

“No, you’re not the sun to me” Erik gave a small shake of his head while fidgeting with the box placed in his pocket. 

“Then what am I?” Charles asked, curiosity clearly on his face. 

Erik smiled a little, “You are the moon” His hands started to shake a little as he felt the perfect moment unravel. 

“The moon?” Charles raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, “Then what are you? You’re also not really a sunny person” 

Erik put a hand over his heart in fake offence “What is that supposed to mean? I’m always so happy and cheerful” Charles burst out laughing and after playing offended for a few more seconds, Erik also joined in. 

“No, but really though, what would you be? Tell me, I’m curious.” Charles leaned his elbows on the armrests of his chair and leaned his head in his hands. Staring very gayly. 

Erik’s nerves were now building by the second as he brushed his sweaty hand over the velvet box that was still in the same spot. 

“I’d be saturn” He replied, as calm as he could. Though Charles must have felt the waves of nerves he was probably projecting on accident. 

“Oh?” Charles exclaimed with an amused smile. “And why is that?” 

Erik’s heart was beating so fast in his chest he was sure it might jump out as he stood up from his chair and stepped in front of Charles. He placed his hand firmly on the box in his pocket and looked right into Charles’ beautiful, breathtaking, ocean eyes. 

“Because hopefully, I’ll have a ring soon” He half-whispered. 

Charles’ eyebrows frowned together for a split second before shooting up when Erik moved down on one knee. 

“Charles, there is too much about you that I love and adore with every cell of my body to just put into one special speech. So I’m just going to tell you that, since the day you jumped into the ocean for me, saved my life and offered me a home, I’ve loved you. And I love you just as much, if not even more, today. And I know I will love you every day from now on, and nothing is ever going to change that.” Charles’ eyes were overflowing with tears as Erik pulled out the velvet box and opened it for a beautiful ring to float out. “Charles, may I ask you to accept my love for the rest of our lives and be my husband? Charles Francis Xavier, marry me?”

Charles was now a sobbing mess as he took in everything that was happening, a big smile on his face while tears were staining his freckled cheeks. 

When Erik nervously raised an eyebrow Charles started fiercely nodding yes. 

He let out a wet laugh “Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, Erik yes, I’d love to, I-” He cut himself off as he grabbed the collar of Erik’s shirt and pulled him into a soft, warm kiss. 

The Netherlands might not be the most romantic place to have your wedding, but Erik was sure they would find somewhere. He didn’t really care about the place, as long as they could get legally married. 

“I love you” He murmured between Charles’ kisses “To the moon” kiss, “and” kiss, “b-” kiss “and” kiss, “to saturn” kiss.  

Should I post it on ao3? let me know ^^ (More art is on the way btw)

[cloudy-em]

Hey, I got an idea for Carmen, if you're okay with it, of course.

Basically, the reader has an eating disorder (she throws up after almost every meal), and he tries to help her.

of course love!! i myself have struggled with disordered eating

disclaimer: the following post will contain potentially triggering and/or upsetting content. i do not write triggering content to romanticize it; i occasionally write triggering content because i recognize it can serve as a form of comfort for readers and authors. if you think any of this post may cause you discomfort, please feel free to interact with one of my other posts.

warnings: mention of food, detailed talk of disordered eating, talk of feeling ill and vomiting

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Being in a new relationship with a famous chef and battling an eating disorder at the same time is certainly not easy. I like Carmen, I really do, and I don't ever want to upset him. I've been avoiding food-related dates with him; usually we walk in the park or get coffee. But he's been begging me to let him make me dinner, and this last time I made up an excuse, the disappointed look on his face absolutely broke my heart.

"So, I'm not free tonight for dinner, but I uh, I can come over tomorrow?" I offer. He lights up, nodding.

"Y-Yeah, okay! I'll make you something nice, yeah?" He asks, but it's not really a question, more of a confirmation. He kisses the top of my head gently, rubbing my shoulder.

I watch as he walks out of my office door, closing it behind him. When I hear the latch, I sigh.

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I'm already shaking when I knock on Carmen's apartment door. It swings open, revealing the beaming chef.

"Come in, 'm almost done, 'kay? Make yourself at home," he says sweetly, stepping aside to let me in.

Whatever he's decided to make smells delicious, but I can't appreciate it for long, because my stomach quenches, making the reality of it set in. I'm either not eating and offending Carmen, or I'm throwing up in his bathroom. Neither is a desirable outcome.

He looks beautiful while he cooks, so focused and in his element. He's plating his creation carefully for the both of us, like it's the final touch to his painting. He sets our plates at the table and smiles gently at me, signaling he's ready for me to join him. I'm not ready.

It feels like my whole body is convulsing as I walk over to the table and sit down. He's made a beautiful chicken fettuccine with a light cream sauce and peas. I pick through, trying to make it look like I'm eating, only collecting a few peas and small pieces of pasta on my fork.

"Hey, what's up?" Carmen asks. "Do you not like it?"

"No, it's not that, Carmy! It's good, I promise," I reassure him.

"What is it, hm? You can tell me. Are you vegetarian? Dammit, I knew I should've asked but I assumed-" he begins to ramble and I cut him off.

"I'm scared," I whisper. I can feel the crocodile tears forming, and one falls when he reaches out to rub my hand with his, moving his chair closer to mine.

"What're you scared of, baby?" He asks. I shake my head, but he's looking at me so intently, like he cares so much that I just break, sobbing.

"It's not you or your cooking, Carm! I promise! You're so good and so talented and I'm so proud of you! But I'm so fucking scared, Carmy." He nods and hums, his large palm rubbing soothingly between my shoulder blades. So I continue, "It's just a lot of food, and I can't really explain it, but it- it's just a lot of carbs and I don't want to gain weight and whenever I eat full meals it makes me so, so sick. I can't eat more than a couple of small snacks a day, otherwise I'm vomiting everything in my stomach," I sigh.

"It's okay, baby," he says softly. "We'll work through it, yeah? You never, ever have to eat everything I put in front of you. I want you to feel safe and comfortable with me, 'cause you make me feel safe and comfortable. But you gotta eat something, honey, y'can't starve yourself. Y'gotta eat balanced, too. Here, let's try."

He cuts a very small piece of chicken and puts it on my fork, holding it out for me to eat. I do, and he praises me. "Good job, I'm so proud of you. See? That's protein, it'll keep ya going. You don't even need that much, just a couple more bites, yeah?"

He continues to help me stomach enough food to keep my blood sugar up, praising me for every bite.

"I can't, Carmy, no more please. I'm starting to feel sick," I warn.

"Y'did good, okay? I'm so proud," he kisses my temple gently. "We'll keep working on it together. I'm here for you."

[m-jelly]

I love your writings so much!😊 I hope your having a good day and doing good. ❤ You do not have to do this but I would appreciate it 🙏

Can I request a Levi x reader where she burns out emotionally easily and no body really knows cause she is really good at leaving before it happens. But when her and Levi start dating he still doesn't know and then one day they are in his office doing paperwork and drinking tea, while she talking about her day and then all of a sudden her smile falls, her body slumps, her eyes look dull/numb, and she stops talking. How would he react? Would he notice when she is almost out of energy in public? Like how would he handle it?

Happy to do this because I have been like this a lot recently, very drained so this was really therapeutic to make.

@ladycheesington <3

Painful burnout

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, fluff, romance, being a couple, emotional reader, emotional support, supportive Levi, mental health talk.

While assisting your boyfriend on his paperwork and enjoying tea, you suddenly burnout emotionally. Levi notices, you talk and he supports you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

A delicious scent of tea and a soft scribbling of paper against pen filled Levi's office. Now and then one pen would stop moving so the owner of it could gaze at the person they loved so deeply. No matter how much he gazed at you, Levi could never get over how you were his.

To Levi, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Every little feature and expression made his heart sing with joy. He wanted to learn everything he could about you. It was so exciting to learn new things about you, but sometimes it worried him.

As he watched you the lovely bright sparkle in your eyes started to dull. The gentle smile you had dropped instantly and your skin went a bit pale. Something wasn't right. The closer he looked the more it clicked in his head what was wrong, you were done emotionally. Levi had felt exactly how you looked before.

Levi reached over and took your hand in his. As softly as possible he said your name, but you didn't respond. He leaned a little to see tears filling your eyes. He lifted your hand to his lips and gently kissed. The shaking started next and then you dropped your head. Levi kissed your hand again.

He shifted closer to you. "It's okay. You're okay. You're safe."

With your free hand, you covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed a bit. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It really is."

You looked up at Levi to see a gentle and loving look in his eyes. "I just...I'm so drained. I don't want you to think it's you. I adore you, Levi. It's just all this work and the expectations. I'm drained."

He reached over and wiped your tears away. "I understand what you mean and know that it's okay. You know, I'm honoured brat that you felt like you could be this way with me."

You leaned your cheek against his hand and smiled a little. "You make me feel safe." You closed your eyes for a moment before looking at Levi. "Do you feel this way sometimes?"

He nodded. "People drain me. I like my own company or yours. I have cried myself to sleep at night. I have sat for ages in showers because I can't bring myself to move. Life hurts, but there are joys." He blushed hard. "You're my joy."

You giggled a bit as the light returned to your eyes. "You're mine too."

"I'm not the best with words, so I can offer hugs."

You dove into Levi's arms and whined. "You're wonderful."

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you. "You're the wonderful one. You can talk to me whenever you want, okay? I'm here for you and if you just want to sit, cuddle or work in silence to recharge then I'm happy to do that."

You closed your eyes as you listened to his beating heart. "Mm, thank you. Same to you."

"I will hold you to that." He hummed a laugh. "Want to cuddle in bed with me for a bit? No talking, just cuddles?"

"Please."

He picked you up and carried you to his room. "All right, let's give you all the cuddles."

[tadashisdisaster]

"Hey! It's me again, I'm back. Let's talk ASAP"

ANYWAYS hope ur doing well and healthy. Love you and your writing.

But I wanted to ask if you could write an skz member x y/n angst fic based off of skz's song, Sorry, I Love You. This is my first time actually requesting a fic so I'm trying not to make it awkward😭😭😭

But hope your day/night is going well so far!

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CWˏˋ°•*⁀➷    alcohol abuse, depression, one sided love, small stalking p, obsessive behavior, lonely, y/n is dating someone other than the ! Ot8 members, dark content, let me know if I forgot anything else🤍

AN~ ASAP baby, hurry up don’t be lazy. Aaah I love New Jeans’ new album so much! And don’t worry this wasn’t awkward. My first time making skz angst, or any angst on here! Hope you like it🖤🤍🖤

¡! ❞ 3rd grade sweet heart You had been his crush ever since you (quite literally) stomped into their life. Wearing red converses, jean shorts, toothy grin, baggy white t-shirt with a smiley face in the middle and your favorite fish hairpin. ‘Woah’ was all he thought. His cute third grade crush became his best friend, and soon first love.

¡! ❞ Rejection He had confessed his feelings to you while you were sleeping over. “Y/n, I uh, I like you…” you stare blankly at his face then laugh and throw a chip at his face. “HAH! Stop messing around. We’re like siblings, that would be weird.” You look at the t.v completely shutting him down.

¡! ❞ Mr.perfect isn’t so perfect “Meet my boyfriend! Ji-hoon.” You proudly say. Ji-hoon gives him a smirk and offers his hand to shake. “N/n has told me a lot about you. It’s really nice to finally meet n/n’s older brother!” The way he emphasized brother, really pissed him off. He reluctantly shook his hand. “Woah, killer grip you got there.”

¡! ❞ Hurt You come to his house soaking wet and in tears. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong y/n?” You sob about how unfair life was and asked him why ji-hoon had cheated on you. You cry, making him a bit angry. Why were you so upset over someone other than him…?

¡! ❞ lonely You had found another boyfriend, leaving him to drown in his sorrows. Beer and soju bottles littered the floor. He scrolls through your social media page, the only light in the room seemed to be the phone and your smile through the screen. He felt numb, all he did was cry and drink. You looked so happy, without him…? Where you happier without him?

¡! ❞ Stalker stalker With a little help from your posts, he had found out where you lived. He shaves his face and showers. He grabs a black mask and hat and leaves his home. He missed you so bad. He pulls up to the outside of your apartment. Watching you happily walk hand and hand with your new lover. He grips his steering wheel wishing it was him with you instead. He drives up to you apartment every day, hoping you do and don’t see him.

¡! ❞ Like old times! He finally gets the guts to call you and ask if you wanted to hand out. “They released that movie you always liked when we were kids. It’s back in theaters.” You gasp and squeal, “NO WAY REALLY! how does 5pm sound!?” He chuckles “sure…sleep well y/n.”

¡! ❞ Let you go!? But how? You had been hanging out like you used to. Casual late night talks. He’s trying hard to accept the one sided love, but finds it so hard. His heart aches listening to you laugh on the other end of the phone, then abruptly saying goodbye, leaving him for your now fiancé. “Night!” Sometimes he cry’s himself to sleep, sometimes he doesn’t. But it still hurts. He tried going on dates. But that never seemed to work. He drives to your shared favorite spot, a beautiful hill covered in flowers of different colors. He lays down in the field “I’m sorry I love you y/n…” little did he know, you felt the same, but never told him because you felt it was too late.

[edosianorchids901]

The Beauty You Are

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "where the flowers grow"

As soon as he heard the faint sobbing, Aziraphale paused.

After a brief hesitation—he was supposed to be working, after all—he went to investigate. Angels must assist those in need, after all. Perhaps it was an injured human, someone he could patch up before returning to his usual job of writing endless reports that nobody in Heaven read.

He slipped around the boulders, grateful for the dappled shade of slender trees. The sandy ground shifted under his sandals, making a bit too much noise. He winced and tried to step more lightly.

The sobbing figure had been sitting in the shade beside one of the boulders, but they jerked their head up at his approach. The figure was not, in fact, a human.

“Crawley?” Aziraphale took a tentative step closer, then inhaled sharply. “Oh, my dear, what’s happened?”

Crawley’s red hair was darker than usual, dark with blood. Bruises marred his face, and his left eye was swollen almost all the way shut, crusted with tears. “Go away!”

“I… I don’t think that’s the best idea.” Aziraphale sank down to his knees in the sand, throat tight. “You’re hurt.”

“Really fucking observant,” Crawley snapped. He huddled away from Aziraphale, shaking with now silent sobs.

Sympathetic tears rose, and Aziraphale tried to blink them away. But oh, this was awful. Who could have done this? Who would hurt Crawley?

“Did someone try to rob you?” he asked, struggling to wrap his mind around it.

Crawley shook his head, tears dripping to leave little divots in the sand. “Nuh. Didn’t happen up here. I was reporting in, but Hastur didn’t like my tone…”

Aziraphale’s breath caught. He shifted forward a little, pausing when Crawley flinched. “I won’t hurt you, Crawley. I just want to help. May I touch you?”

One golden eye darted to him, full of tears. And then, lip trembling, Crawley gave a tiny nod.

Still, Aziraphale moved forward with caution. Crawley flinched practically every time Aziraphale moved, as if expecting another blow. He cringed away from Aziraphale’s raised hand most, breaths going quick and panicked.

“It’s okay,” Aziraphale soothed. He very gently pushed matted red curls out of Crawley’s face so that he could better see the injuries. And oh, there were so many injuries. “Oh, you poor old serpent. I’m so sorry he hurt you.”

Crawley’s lips twitched a little, as if he’d attempted to smile and failed. “Thanks.”

“Let’s see… Why don’t I heal you up a bit, to start, and then you can come back to the village with me to clean up?” Aziraphale stroked his hair again, aching for him. “I know a miracle could tidy you up, but washing your face might feel nice. And I have some beer, and figs, and a lovely bit of goat cheese. We could share them.”

At first, Crawley gave him a suspicious look. “Why?”

Because Crawley deserved gentleness and kindness. “Oh, well. It’s rather more fun to eat with someone else. You’d be doing me a favor, really.”

Crawley let out a faint snort, apparently seeing through Aziraphale’s ploy, but he nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

“And if you feel up to it, perhaps we could take a small detour on the way there.” Hand hovering near Crawley’s cheek, Aziraphale channeled a healing miracle. Slow and careful, washing away the injuries in the same way that he intended to wash away the blood once they got home. “I know a lovely little spot near here, a place where the flowers grow. It’s so very peaceful, and very pretty.”

Crawley was silent for a while, eyes down as Aziraphale tended to him. “Flowers can actually grow here? S’ not the most hospitable area.”

“Well, much of it is rather too hot and sandy.” Aziraphale brushed his fingers against Crawley’s swollen cheekbone, repairing the damage near his eye. “But I find that even in the most inhospitable of places, there’s beauty.”

That drew a skeptical look. But then Crawley let out a sigh of relief, relaxing. “Oh gosh. That hurts a lot less.”

“Good, good.” Although it wasn’t the most thorough job; bruises still bloomed across the side of Crawley’s face, along with some on his neck and even some on his slender hands. He would likely need more healing later. “Do you feel up to walking?”

He extended his hand, offering. Crawley hesitated, then took it and let Aziraphale help him up.

They walked slowly under the dappled shade, down a little path that Aziraphale had discovered a few weeks ago on one of his lonely strolls. Even with Crawley limping and clearly still in pain, walking hand in hand with him across the sandy ground left Aziraphale with an unfamiliar sense of peace. He’d quite like to do this every day.

The path led to a little shaded area near a trickling stream. Tufts of green dotted the soil, short grasses that waved in a gentle breeze. And nestled among the grasses, delicate little flowers, blooms of yellow and red and white.

“Whoa.” Crawley limped to one of the more vibrant patches and sank to his knees, one arm hugged across his ribs. He still hadn’t let go of Aziraphale’s hand, so Aziraphale knelt beside him. “You were right, angel. This really is beautiful.”

The flowers were beautiful, yes, but that wasn’t what brought tears to Aziraphale’s eyes. No, he was most taken with Crawley’s willingness to trust him, open up to him, even to hold his hand. “Yes,” Aziraphale said softly. “It is.”