#the answer for eyelids is like. Basically Nothing

[daughterofsarenrae]

They should make eczema advice that is not "stop wearing make up" thanks im already doing that. What next

[chewnotchoke]

because it's you - h.taesan

warning: han taesan x fem!reader, smut (mndi), virgin!taesan x virgin!reader, so they're basically inexperienced, they are clumsy and cute, oral (f. receiving), handjob, taesan doesn't know how to eat a pussy but he's a fast-learner 🤓

wc: 2k

note: apologies in advance if this is bad >_< let me know your thoughts thru reblogs, comments, or asks! hope u enjoy <3

the glow from the forgotten tv show illuminated the room, being its only source of light. it was a first for you and your boyfriend to go as far as third base. when you pulled taesan’s shorts down for the first time, he looked at you with those eyes–mixed with curiosity and excitement. you know he trusts you with the way his hands gripped on yours tighter. you smiled gently, reassuring him, watching his cheeks burn and his gaze fall momentarily. 

taesan’s body reacted instantly when you gave his cock a soft touch, getting used to the feeling of someone touching him for the first time. you knew he was holding back with the way he was biting his lip to stop himself from making a sound. but at the same time, he’s anticipating more with each movement. 

you start pumping your fist on his length slowly, testing and seeing his reaction with every stroke. he throws his head back on the couch, quiet with his eyes closed. still no sound coming out from his mouth but he was squeezing your hand tighter. you tried to keep going a little faster, expecting him to feel better but it was nothing other than his heavy breathing.

“does it not feel good?” you stopped stroking his cock, taking taesan by surprise as you felt a little insecure that you might be doing something wrong. once more, your gaze darted to his face, searching for any sign—a stare, a sigh, anything.

“i-...it feels good…why?” his voice was low, noticing the worried look in your eyes. “you’re just…quiet. and i thought i was doing it wro-”

“baby, no.” he cups your face, eyes meeting yours. “i’m just…it’s my first time and i’m kind of shy to be loud.” his face flushed as he confessed, murmuring. you felt a wave of relief and your smile grew a little. “but it’s my first time too, and i kind of want to know if you’re feeling good. is it okay?” 

“okay, i won’t hold back anymore.” taesan answers and his shoulders are relaxed this time. his breath hitched when your warm hands wrapped around his erection once again. he seemed to be getting more at ease as he leaned into the feeling and his breathing became less consistent and loud. it seemed important, as if he had been waiting for it but hadn't known how much he would crave it until now. 

his eyelids flew shut as the intensity rose and he gave himself completely over to the feeling, his heart racing from the pleasure. 

“fuck…” 

and there it was, a soft and stifled moan coming out from his mouth. knowing that it was a sound that was only meant for you gave you the confidence to keep going faster. you shove your hand deeper into his cock and continue to jack him off. it was difficult for taesan to breathe, to think, to do anything but feel as waves of sensation swept through him with every little movement.

“feels good…” his gaze flickering up to meet yours now and then, as though he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. he clenches his jaw as you go faster, and you are enjoying a little too much with the sounds escaping from his mouth. he opens his eyes for a moment to find your chin and leans in for kisses. taesan lets out heavy breaths in between as you keep pumping your fist down his length. his eyes fluttered shut, pulling away from the kiss to say, “close”

as he grew closer to cumming, his fingertips touched your cheek a bit longer than necessary as he brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face. and on the other, his thumb made soft circles on the back of your hand that made your chest flutter, yet he didn't pull back as his hand fell. “good?” you asked, but seems like he could not form any more words to answer you, but the way taesan groans as he came was enough for you to know. 

his fingers slowly tighten around your arm in a quiet show of care and trust. you watch his chest move up and down, and he brushes his hair with his fingers, pushing them back while he cums. a smile tugged both on your lips when he finally caught his breath. the silence was broken by a faint giggle from taesan, his hand finding yours, and his fingers gliding between them as if they were the most natural thing in the world.

he took your hand to his lips and planted a gentle kiss on your knuckles while his eyes softened and became more sincere. “can i eat you out? i haven’t done that before, though…”

“do you wanna try?” 

“you think i can make you feel good? i don’t want to mess up.” his lips protruded into a small pout, worried that you may feel weird. a small laugh escaped you, but it wasn’t mocking—it was warm, fond. “why don’t you get down on me and i’ll find out?” taesan just nodded and began to slid your pajamas down. 

“but i didn’t-” he stops for a moment to listen to you.“hm?”

“i didn’t shave…” 

taesan could only smile at your reply, unbothered. “didn’t ask. can’t play golf without grass, hm?” the warmth in your chest spread like a soft glow, and you couldn't help but smile.

“so how do i do it?” the uncertainty in his gaze changed to something softer and warmer as he leaned in and completely pulled your bottoms down, a mixture of assurance and desire that made your heart skip a beat. he positions himself into something comfortable as he kneels before the couch. his hands find yours, lacing them together. 

the warmth of his breath caused sparks to dance down your nerves as his lips slightly pressed on your core, already wet from jacking him off earlier. your breath hitched and taesan couldn’t help but notice. 

“are you okay?” he asks. “y-yeah…i just…no one has ever gone down on me before so i’m new to this.” you could sense the effort he put into every action as he breathed gently, as though grounding himself. his lips initially touched your skin reluctantly, yet each contact was featherlight. you could tell taesan was trying. the way his breath warmed your skin, the way his fingers gripped you gently, the way his tongue barely brushed your folds, and the focused furrow of his brows.

he was almost a minute into eating you out but something wasn’t clicking. you twitched a little, biting your lip to contain your laughter at the way how silly it all seemed. he stopped, staring up at you with anxious eyes.

“did i do something wrong?” he asked, his voice hesitant, cheeks flushed from both effort and embarrassment. you wondered how even at this moment of intimacy, taesan still looks so adorable. you brushed your hand through his hair. “are you nervous? i think you’re overthinking it a lot, taesanie. you don’t have to try hard…” 

with a startled expression on his face, he buried his face against your thigh for a moment before laughing softly and self-consciously, embarrassed. “i’m sorry, i just don’t want to mess up your first time.” he smiled shyly. “it’s okay, honey. you’re not messing things up. you can take your time exploring, and focus on what can make me feel better, okay?” you reassured him, and he nodded.

this time, his hands gripped your waist and he swallowed visibly before asking you,

“can you spread your legs again for me?”

without hesitation, you spread your legs out in front of him.

“thank you. so, tell me. what do i do?” 

it was simpler to respond because of his openness and willingness to listen, even though the question made your cheeks flame. you whispered, “start slower.” “and…try to focus here.” you moved his hand a little to show him the spot on your clit, and he nodded shyly. and so he started, his every action infused with tenderness and a desire to make you feel loved, appreciated, and totally relaxed.

“like this?” his lips brushed on your buds, this time, more firm.  he mouthed at your pussy while smothering his head between your thighs and pressing his nose against your skin. with your fingers clutching his hair, you silently gasped. "yes." you exhaled, your body reacting to the change in his touch already. 

taesan’s eyes brightened at your response, and a faint smile of satisfaction tugged at his lips as he leaned in once more. his confidence rose with each sound you uttered and each small gesture you made. your hips jerked forward, and you whimpered as your clit's nub begged for attention. he continued swatting his tongue on your clit. the way he threw himself into the situation, centered on making you feel taken care of, was really charming.

knowing it was both your first time, he did not want to mess it up and make you feel weird. he wanted to make you feel better, in a way that you would keep craving more. he wanted to make you feel good, checking out on you from time to time with a glance just in case it was uncomfortable for you. he was overthinking at first, trying to make everything perfect. but it need not be perfect, every touch was intimate and meaningful—because it was taesan. 

taesan drags his tongue on your walls, making an attempt to your entrance. your taste lingered on his tongue. with every kiss, every gentle touch, he wasn’t just trying to please you—he was showing you how much he cared, how much he wanted to make you feel loved and cherished in a way that only he could.

"taesan," his name escaping your lips, your voice little more than a gasping entreaty. your thighs quivered under his touch as your fingers got caught in his hair, the softness of it grounding you. his touches felt more natural this time as if he was beginning to understand what compelled you to gasp.

he sealed his lips onto your wet folds, finally getting a hang of how to stuff himself with a pussy, and how to make you feel good. taesan left a trail on every part of your inner thigh and you couldn’t help but flutter your eyes shut as you whimpered continuously. slick texture kept gushing out of your entrance, and taesan took his time making circles in your area. 

you felt the coil building on your stomach becoming tighter as you grew close to orgasm. 

“taesan, i think i’m-” when he notices you are reaching your limit, his touch becomes more responsive to the tiny arch of your back and the rhythm of your breathing. the heat in your core intensifies with every passing second. “close?” he asks.

“y-yeah.” your voice shaky, barely above a whisper. the confession made your cheeks burn, but the look in his eyes when he glanced up was enough to make your heart stutter. his soft gaze met yours, full of warmth. you felt your body tense and his tongue swirled around you gently but firmly, increasing the pressure of his mouth on your pussy, and everything was intimate about it. 

when you finished, the heat eventually subsided and you felt weightless and dazed, taesan pulled back a little, his lips curving into the sweetest, most attractive smile. nothing was hotter than seeing his lips glistening with evidence of how wholly he’d been consumed in pleasing you. 

he found himself holding onto your hand, asking for assurance. “did i do okay?” his voice low and a little breathless, his cheeks flushed. 

“you were perfect.” your heart still pounds on your chest as let out a small laugh. “such a fast learner, aren’t you?” as you kissed him, your body still throbbing, he grinned against your lips, and you couldn't help but think that nothing had ever felt so completely right, so intimate, as being with him in this way. taesan smirked as he pulled away, realizing you got to taste yourself from the kiss. 

“you taste good, right?”

˚ ༘♡ — @onedoornet @zynz0 @kkumistars

[honeydippedfiction]

Angel x Joe #9 for hurt/comfort. I just love them so much

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#9. Taking you to the ER for an injury/sickness.

Joe Burrow x Angel

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It started with silence.

The kind that made Joe glance up from his iPad, the game film still rolling in slow-motion replays, his AirPods still in his ears. The TV was on mute, casting soft blue light across the living room, where Angel sat curled on the edge of the couch.

Or rather, had been sitting.

Now she was hunched forward, elbows on her knees, one hand to her forehead, her breathing shallow and fast.

Joe pulled out his AirPods. “Angel?”

She didn’t answer.

He rose quickly, crossing the room in two strides, crouching down in front of her. Her skin was pale, even under the warm-toned lamplight, and her curls stuck to her forehead with sweat.

“Babe, hey. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I—” Her voice cracked. “I don’t know. My head hurts. I’m dizzy. My chest is tight.”

Joe’s stomach dropped. This wasn’t like her. Angel was composed even when she was in pain, someone who once sat through a root canal and walked out like it was a teeth cleaning. But now she looked like she could barely stay upright.

“When’s the last time you drank water?” he asked.

She blinked slowly, trying to focus on him. “I—I don’t remember. I was rushing this morning. I didn’t eat lunch. I had two meetings. Then the cake tasting. I…”

Her sentence dissolved into nothing. Joe barely caught her before she collapsed.

Her body went limp in his arms, head tilting back, eyelids fluttering. For a horrifying second, he thought she was gone—until she let out a shaky breath.

“Angel!” His voice cracked. “Come on. Wake up. Hey.”

She stirred weakly, and then her back arched in his arms—a sudden, stiff jolt—and a small, guttural sound left her throat.

Panic exploded in Joe’s chest.

He didn’t think. He scooped her up, grabbed his phone with trembling fingers, and was already calling 911 before he reached the car.

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The drive to the ER was a blur.

Joe had never driven so fast in his life, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping Angel’s leg as she lay slumped in the reclined passenger seat. The dispatcher stayed on the line, guiding him with calm, clear directions—keep her head tilted, monitor her breathing, don’t panic.

Don’t panic.

But how could he not?

The woman he loved, the woman he’d been planning a life with—she wasn’t responsive, wasn’t herself. He kept glancing over at her, willing her to open her eyes, to tell him she was okay. That it was just a panic attack, or low blood sugar, or anything less terrifying than what his mind was already imagining.

He pulled into the University of Cincinnati Medical Center’s emergency lane at 1:53 AM, tires squealing. He threw the car into park and sprinted around the side, yelling for help before the door even swung open.

“Somebody—help! I think she passed out—maybe a seizure—she’s not waking up!”

Nurses rushed forward with a stretcher, and Joe gently eased her out of the car. She looked small and weightless in his arms, her head resting against his chest, her breathing faint but there.

“We’ve got her,” one of the nurses said, taking control.

Joe tried to follow them, but a security guard stepped in. “Give them a minute, sir. They’ll come get you.”

“She’s my fiancée,” he said hoarsely. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Twenty minutes later, he was finally allowed into the exam room.

Angel was lying under crisp hospital sheets, a nasal cannula feeding her oxygen, an IV in her arm, electrodes on her chest. Her skin was still pale, but her breathing was steadier. A nurse explained the basics: extreme dehydration, compounded by stress, likely triggered a vasovagal syncope response. The moment she passed out, her body’s natural reflex had gone haywire. It wasn’t a full seizure, but close enough to terrify anyone watching.

Joe sat down beside her, covering his face with both hands.

The nurse touched his shoulder. “She’s stable. She’s going to be okay.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Thank you.”

“She’ll need fluids, rest, and probably a full workup to make sure there’s nothing more serious going on.”

As the nurse left, Angel stirred.

Joe shot to his feet, leaning over her. “Hey. Angel. Can you hear me?”

Her eyelids fluttered, and slowly, her eyes opened. Confused at first. Then they found him. Her voice was thin, cracked. “Joe?”

“I’m here. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

She looked around, eyes glassy. “Hospital?”

“Yeah,” he said, brushing hair back from her face. “You scared the hell out of me.”

She frowned, trying to piece things together. “What happened?”

“You passed out. You were dehydrated. And I think stress finally got the best of you.”

Her eyes filled, not with pain, but with guilt. “I didn’t want to worry you. I thought I could just push through it.”

“You don’t have to push through anything alone,” Joe said, taking her hand gently. “That’s not how this works. Not with me.”

She closed her eyes again, letting a few tears fall. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” he said firmly. “No sorries. Just get better. That’s all I want.”

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They kept her overnight for observation.

Joe stayed, refusing to leave even when the nurses brought him a cot he didn’t touch. He sat by her bed all night, holding her hand, listening to the steady beep of the monitors. The hospital window turned from black to navy to gray, and finally, pale pink as dawn broke.

Angel slept deeply, the medications doing their job, her face relaxed at last.

Joe leaned back in the chair, exhausted but wide awake.

In all his years of pressure—on the field, in the spotlight, under blitzes and injuries—he had never been more scared than he’d been watching her body go still in his arms.

Football could break bones. But this kind of fear?

This was the kind that broke hearts.

And still, there was nowhere he’d rather be than beside her.

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Angel had been home for less than twenty-four hours, and Joe was already driving her crazy.

He hovered.

He followed her from room to room like a silent bodyguard—carrying water bottles, fluffing pillows, adjusting thermostats like the air itself might try to harm her. Every time she so much as shifted her weight or scratched her head, Joe looked up from wherever he was like she’d just cried out in pain.

She loved him. Deeply.

But if he asked her one more time if she was too cold, she was going to pretend to faint just so he’d stop talking.

“Joe,” she said flatly, watching him bring her the third cup of electrolyte water that hour, “I’m not a dying plant. I’m a person. I’m fine.”

He didn’t flinch. “You were unconscious two nights ago. You’re not fine, you’re recovering.”

Angel sighed from her place on the couch, propped up with enough pillows to build a small fort. She wore one of Joe’s sweatshirts, her legs wrapped in a blanket, the IV bruise on her hand faint but still tender. “You’re treating me like I’m made of glass.”

“You passed out and scared the hell out of me. So yeah, I’m gonna treat you like you’re glass. Until the doctor clears you. Until I clear you.”

She raised a brow. “You’re not a doctor.”

“I’m quarterbacking your recovery. Same thing.”

Angel groaned, rolling her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Joe grinned and sat beside her, not-so-subtly checking her pulse on her wrist. She let him, because truth be told, even though his hovering was excessive, it was also kind of sweet.

“You haven’t left the house since I got back,” she said after a beat.

“I’m on a ‘mental health’ day,” he replied, shrugging. “Coach told me to take it. Said I looked like someone who hadn’t slept in a week.”

She gave him a soft look. “Because you haven’t slept in a week.”

“I’ve been busy keeping you alive,” he teased, though his eyes were still a little too serious for the joke to fully land.

Angel nudged his leg with her foot. “You can breathe now. I’m not going to pass out again.”

“You don’t know that.”

She tilted her head. “You’re scared.”

Joe exhaled slowly. “Yeah. I am.”

The room fell quiet except for the hum of the heater kicking on. He looked down at her hand in his, thumb brushing gently over her knuckles.

“I’ve had injuries. I’ve taken hits. I’ve had defenders try to take my head off,” he said. “But none of that ever made me feel like this—watching you fall and not knowing if you’d open your eyes again.”

Angel’s eyes welled with quiet tears—not from pain this time, but from something softer, heavier.

“I didn’t know I’d let myself get that run down,” she whispered. “I thought I could handle it. The wedding planning, work, the travel… being your partner means being strong.”

“Being my partner means being real,” Joe said. “Strong doesn’t mean pushing until you break. You don’t have to prove anything to me. Ever.”

She nodded slowly, overwhelmed by his gentleness.

“I’ll try to be better about listening to my body,” she said. “But you have to try not to lose your mind every time I stand up to pee.”

“No promises.”

She laughed—a real one this time—and Joe looked both relieved and proud, like he’d just completed a game-winning drive.

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Later that night, after she was asleep, Joe sat on the floor beside the couch, reading the discharge papers for the fifth time. Gallons of fluids, balanced meals, no stress. Easy instructions, hard execution.

He looked up at her, curled under the blanket, face soft in sleep.

He knew he couldn’t protect her from everything. But he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

[tinyraptorhands]

Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No Problem pt. 4

You heard voices.

Voices that sounded terrified.

"Omigod! Is she okay!?"

"Get her sitting up, Bakugo!"

"I know, dammit! I am, I am!"

You blinked blearily, lights coming through your cracked eyelids. You let out a breathy little noise, as if you found your breath again. You saw Katsuki's face first, a look of worry etched on his features. He was kneeling, holding you up.

You then saw Ochaco, Mina and Izuku along with a few other unrecognizable people standing around. Some were obviously looking at the spectacle. Your head still felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and you looked around. "...wha?" You managed to ask.

"De-...Izuku found you sliding against the wall." Katsuki said, sounding slightly pissed. "What the hell, (y/n)?? What's going on?"

"Kacchan, be nice." Izuku kneeled down to your level, reaching out a hand. Katsuki drew you closer. "Kacchan. I'm gonna check her pulse. Nothing else."

He clicked his tongue, and loosened your hold. As Izuku slipped two fingers against your neck, Mina spoke up.

"I'm gonna see what's taking the medics so long." She said. Ochaco went with her, throwing you one last worried look.

"Kacchan." Izuku finally spoke up. "Shes got a high pulse. Like...really high."

You felt Katsuki's chin move to look up at his rival. "What?"

"Like, 120 beats per minute." He looked at your half conscious state, and back at Katsuki. "She needs to go to the hospital."

"...What?" Katsuki echoed again. "...No,she's, shes fine-" he brought his own fingers to the pulse of your neck. His eyes widened after a few moments. "Holy shit."

"Yeah." Izuku nodded.

Katsuki never panicked. He prided himself on that. He didn't even panic when you went into labor.

But this? You never fainted. You never had any health issues. Hell, even when you were hurt in battles or training, you got back up with a shit eating grin, ready to go out and fight again.

This was...different.

He looked at your face. It was perspiring, your eyes half lidded as you breathed quickly. You trembled slightly.

Mina suddenly was heard, telling people to 'make way, or I'll make you make way!' And you noticed three medics. Izuku made room, explaining to the one medic what he witnessed. Katsuki continued to hold you, still in disbelief at what was happening.

You saw a light being shone in your eyes and you squinted, and another feeling of something being slipped over your arm, and squeezing. "Ma'am, can you tell me your name?"

"...(y/n) Bakugo..." you said, your voice tired.

"Great, and the year?"

As you answered basic questions, Katsuki cut in. "Oi, what's wrong with my wife? Can I take her outta here??" He asked, his voice sounding a tad bit unsure.

"We don't know sir, but we really think she should at least stay in the hospital for a few hours-"

"What the hell!?" Katsuki cried out, Izuku holding his shoulder.

"Kacchan, let them do their job!"

You didn't have the energy to scold your husband. But you could tell he was worried. And when he was worried, he acted out.

You finally felt the pressure in your arm go away. "Her blood pressure is a bit high-and she's post partum. We'll take her in the ambulance-"

"The hell!? I can take her-"

There was bickering, and your eyes fluttered. You heard one of the paramedics calling your name, and Katsuki's grip tightening. You couldn't seem to keep awake.

That was fine.

This was all fine.

You let the darkness take ahold of you, and the sweet silence of it all.

You awoke about an hour later, the smell of a sterile environment stinging your nose. Bleach and alcohol.

You slowly sat up, the small blanket draped over you fell to the wayside.

What happened??

You looked at the I.V. in your arm, and the heart monitor you were attached to. Your chest ached, needing to be emptied. You were alone.

The steady beep of the monitor grounded you as you sat back.

Great. Some comeback you made. The make up on your face felt cloying by now, and the several pins in your hair irritated your tired scalp. You reached up, taking the pins out one by one, depositing them on your lap.

Your sinuses and eyes burned with unshed tears, each Bobby pin bringing you closer to collapse. Your hair came out stiffly, crunchy from the gallons of hairspray it was in. You licked your lips, the waxy taste of lipstick heavy on your tongue.

You felt like you hit rock bottom.

"....Shit." you muttered, bringing a shaking hand to each earlobe, taking out the pearl earrings, along with the necklace. They hit the Bobby pins, and a small clatter sounded. You ruffled your hair, your scalp finding relief in the action, despite the gallons of product clinging to it.

You should've stayed home.

Forget about being a hero. Forget about your image,the media, the public...

Suddenly, a wash of rage seeped into you.

See? This is what happens when you go out. Your body aches. Your boobs ache. You're weak and-

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. A nurse came in, smiling softly. "Hi, Bakugo san. Or, did you want me to call you (h/n)?"

"...The former is fine." You said quietly. (H/n)...wasn't you.

Would that ever be you again?

"Okay. Bakugo san." She sat on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling? You gave alot of people a scare." She said kindly. You looked up at her.

Truthfully? You ached. You were sore. You wanted your baby and you wanted to stay in your home and never ever show your face again and-

"I'm...okay." you then added, "could....I have my hand pump in my bag? I'm breast feeding and-"

"Oh, of course. Let me get that for you." She went to the side where a sink was, with your things. She handed the clutch to you, and you smiled politely in thanks.

"Is...it alright if I..?" You trailed off, and the nurse nodded.

"Quite alright. You're fine."

As you covered yourself while you pumped, she began to explain what was wrong. "It seems your blood pressure skyrocketed for a little while. We're ruling out all the factors like hypertension and pre-eclampsia-"

"But I'm six months out." You said. She nodded.

"Right. But sometimes it can happen after pregnancy ends. Your body is still recovering. Alot of changes have happened to your body, and now it's trying to regulate itself again. Spikes in blood pressure can occur. Pre-eclampsia can happen after birth, but usually after six weeks you're in the clear. What we do think," she paused, trying to find the right words, "is that you aren't getting enough rest. From what your husband has told me-"

"Is he here?" You asked quickly. She gave a small smile.

"Yes, but he's talking to a doctor right now about your condition-"

"Condition? If it's just stress-"

"We don't think its just stress." She said quietly, her hand placed on your thigh, "we think you need to be evaluated for post partum depression."

Your world stopped.

You? Post partum depression? But....no, that meant you weren't capable. That you couldn't take care of your baby. And Katsuki-

"No, I don't think so. I just was tired-"

"Ma'am-"

You began to tremble. She looked over at the monitor, the beeping a little faster now. "Try to take some breaths-"

"Heroes don't get-they don't get post partum depression. *I* don't get depression of any kind, and I'm capable of taking care of my child!" You stated strongly.

"Of course you are! No one is saying-"

You interrupted her, "I just...need to sleep this off." You said. She nodded.

"Well...if you'd like, we can prescribe you some medicine, and a psychologist that specializes in this sort of thing." She gently handed her a paper from her chart. "Here. You don't have to do it right away-but think on it." She was kind.

You shouldn't have lashed out. You stared at the paper in your lap. "...Okay." you said softly. As she left, she smiled.

"The first year is always the hardest. I'll let your husband know you're awake." She said quietly, and left. The door clicked shut, and all you were left with was the sound of the heart monitor and your hand pump.

It was a quiet drive home. Katsuki's tie was undone, hanging on his neck. He looked like he was thinking too hard, one hand on the wheel, the other propping his chin up. You felt shame and anger, worry and sadness all at once. The care packet they gave you on taking care of yourself and mental health after birth mocked you, and the hot brand it came with.

After a bit, he pulled off into a combini parking lot. You didn't look up as you heard the gear shift into park. He sat back in his seat, staring ahead.

"...What can I do?" He asked quietly. You still didn't look up.

Sure. There was plenty. He could take less patrols. He could take less nights. He could do alot, alot you couldn't even think of.

You couldn't ask him to do that. Give up his work? No.

"...I dunno." Your brain answered on autopilot.

"Then dammit what is it?!" He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, making you flinch. "I feel like an idiot because half the people I talk to that see you say you're not yourself, and now I have doctors telling me to get my ass in gear and open my eyes-"

"I'M FINE!" You suddenly screamed, and startled the blonde. You rarely screamed.

It was like a cork popped.

"I'M FINE. I CAN DO THIS! WOMEN ALL OVER THE FUCKING WORLD CAN DO THIS, EVEN WITHOUT A SPOUSE OR IN-LAWS OR WHATEVER AND THEY'RE FINE! SO WHAT IF I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE!? SO WHAT IF I CAN'T SLEEP OR CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT!? SO...So....so what if..." you're screams turned to sobs. " So what if I'm not myself anymore? I don't even know *how* to be myself anymore. I'm...I don't even feel like I'm a person anymore. Do you know what that feels like!? The....there was a photographer who literally told me I wasn't the demographic they wanted in their magazine. On *women* heroes. I'm not a hero in anyone's eyes anymore! I'm...I'm *no one* but the woman who gave birth and now can't even go out with her friends! All our friends don't get half the shit I'm going through!" You couldn't stop the word vomiting.

"I can't even explain it to them! They all looked so....and...." you hiccuped. "I....Katsuki, I can't-" you wailed. "I just wanna be the woman I once was!"

He got out of the car. You thought he was leaving you to sob privately, but he opened up the door to your side. He unbuckled you, and held you, kneeling on the pavement as he hugged your midsection. You just sobbed.

"This...this ain't normal baby blues shit, is it?" He said quietly. You shook your head, hugging his head.

"I-I guess not." You said in between wet hiccups. You felt awful. "M'sorry. I'm...I'm just awful, huh?"

"No." He stated bluntly. "No, you're not. You're....you're going through it. Alot of it...I'm...not there for. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. I thought..." he hugged you tighter, "I thought I could just keep doing what I'm doing. That you could handle it on your own and...I could tag in when you asked."

"But...you never asked. So I thought you just had some dumb baby blues shit and I could take care of it easily. Get my parents to watch Katsumi, and you do shit. But I guess that wasn't the whole answer." He said quietly. "I guess...I gotta just do, instead of waiting to be needed. It's not like hero work, is it?"

You shook your head. "...No. I think...hero work might be easier than this."

Another silent moment. Then;

"Baby blues is such a fucked up term." You found yourself saying, followed by a sniffle. He sighed.

"I guess it is." He looked up at you. You looked down. "...Babe."

"Katsuki."

There was beat of silence between you both.

"...What do I gotta do?" He said. "Cause...this seems bigger than me. Than you."

"Its....I don't think I'm-"

"You passed out in front of everyone and you literally just crashed out. Don't tell me you ain't some kind of way. If you have post partum depression or whatever, we're gonna fix it. You *and* me. I'm a pro hero, dammit. But I'm now a dad. And a husband. Those two come first now. And I'll be damned if I'm caught slipping again and letting you down." He got up from the hug, and went back to the driver's side. "Look. We're gonna get you help. You're gonna beat this, and you're gonna be fine."

You swallowed. "...I'm sorry."

He grunted. "Don't gotta be sorry for shit." He started the car. "You're my wife. I want you back, happy and healthy. But you're also a mom now. It's like I said before. You can't be the same, but I'm just gonna love you more." He said, voice gravely.

Like he was holding back something. You looked over at him he gripped the wheel.

"...Katsuki."

His eyes flicked to you. "What?"

"...Are....you okay?"

He flexed his fingers on the wheel. "...I'd say yes. But you'd catch onto that shit. You..." he sighed. "You scared me. Thought I was gonna loose you tonight. It's my fault you were there. I let-I let the damn media and other people pressure me to get you out there and-" he gritted his teeth, jaw flexed. "And I told you it would be fine. And it wasn't. You weren't ready and I *knew* that. But I thought it was mind over matter shit. I thought it was gonna be fine. You'd look beautiful as usual and we'd have some time away from it all and..." he pressed his forehead into the wheel. "And I let you down. I didn't think. And that's my slip up. And look what happened. You pushed yourself and ended up in the hospital because you're exhausted and your brain's fried." He sighed. "...because I thought everything was fine."

You looked away.

"If anyone should say sorry...its me." He looked at you fully. His eyes looked...

Worried.

Scared.

Like he almost lost something and was about to loose it again.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n). Please..." he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed. "I'm...not asking you to forgive me right away. I know I dropped the ball, big time. But...dammit. If you're hurting...tell me."

You stared at him. "...Yeah. I-I am. I...I hurt alot." You admitted quietly.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Okay..." he said softly. "...Okay. Let's...let's get you home. We'll get my parents to drop off Katsumi and I'll handle her for the night." He put the car in drive. "And I'll be there. When you feed her. I'll change her. I'll do this right." He slid out of the parking lot smoothly. "I'll do right by you."

You pressed your head to the cool glass of the window.

"Okay, Kats." You said softly, closing your eyes. "...okay."

As the engine hummed, you realized for a moment something.

"How'd you get the car? We took a limo to the event."

"Had one of my sidekicks grab it from the apartment." He said, and sighed. "Dumbass nearly scratched it at the hospital, almost ran it against an ambulance car."

You snorted, then chuckled. Then laughed. And he found himself laughing, too.

Maybe.

Maybe things would be okay again.

It was a step. But it was there, and that's what mattered most.

((Had to reach inside my guts for this one. Funny story, (but not really) I crashed out in a 7-11 parking lot with my husband after not sleeping for a week. And then he kinda was like....'oh shit you aren't okay'. And I was like...'please help', and vomited in his car! Yay. Postpartum depression and anxiety, everyone! God I love meaty stories. I love it when they don't shy away from the reality of it all. Sorry, I rambled again! Let me know what you think! Story isnt over yet!))

[sleepyjuice]

Omg wait imagine when JJ notices you like messing with his rings, he gets a fidget ring that you can spin whenever you're bored(I have one and they're rlly fun lmao)

ahhhh yes!!! I didn’t even know this was a thing lol!!!

jj debated on whether he should let you pick out a fidget ring for him, or if he should just get one and have it be a surprise for you.

He decided to go with the latter, figuring that you would want to pick him out another one at some point.

You had arrived at the chateau after a long day of work, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with your boyfriend. Working two doubles in a row was not for the weak.

“Hey sweet thing, how was work?” jj sat up from his spot on the couch as you swung open the door, kicking your shoes off and setting your purse on the counter as you made your way across the room to your boyfriend who had waited up for you as you didn’t get off work until 11.

You sighed as jj pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.

“Oh, just peachy.” You grumbled, exhausted from spending 12 hours using your ‘customer service voice.’

“Mm,” jj hummed as he pressed his lips to your neck, leaving little kisses up and down the skin, “I’m just glad you’re home now, baby.”

You tilted your head, a smile tugging at your lips before you placed your hands on his chest, softly nudging him back a bit.

“I feel gross right now. Wanna shower with me?” You asked, and jj wasted absolutely no time before swooping you into his arms and carrying you into the bathroom as you giggled.

“Yes, ma’am.”

After a nice shower that basically just consisted of the two of your groping each other the entire time, you ended up in bed.

You finally felt yourself fully relax for the night as you lay your head on your boyfriend’s chest after a post shower quickie, your half naked bodies pressed against each other.

You instinctively reached for jj’s hands, taking ahold of the closest one in reach to you, sighing as you gently played with his fingers, already feeling your eyelids grow more tired by the second.

You were practically seconds away from sleep, at this point just lazily messing with his rings when you moved to another one of his fingers to toy with his ring when you realized it just fucking spun.

That woke you right up.

“What is that?” Your eyes shot open, immediately looking down at his fingers in your hand, finally noticing that he had a new ring.

You thought you had somehow broken one of his rings or something, but upon spotting the new one, you gently gave it another little push and it spun again, your eyes shooting over to jj now.

He couldn’t hold in his laughter at your reaction, mentally patting himself on the back for his decision to let it be a surprise for you, your reaction was both hilarious yet also warmed his heart at the same time. He always felt like both emotional and material wise, he didn’t have much to offer. Though as your relationship progressed, he began to rewire some of his toxic thoughts about himself, learning more about the good things about himself that his brain never allowed him to acknowledge.

“You like it?” He laughed, already knowing the answer.

“It’s uh, it’s a fidget ring. Basically just a regular ring but it’s actually designed to be played with and stuff.” He explained, watching you with a satisfied grin as you continued to play with it.

“Did you get this for me?” You asked him, and you swore your heart was about to explode. This was genuinely one of the most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for you.

“Course I did,” he kissed the top of your head, “you’re always playin’ with my rings, thought I’d get one that’s more fun, y’know?” He chuckled softly as you continued to mess with it.

“Oh my godddd..” you giggled, tilting your head to kiss his lips repeatedly, only pulling away because you both kept laughing.

“I’m glad you like it, baby.” He hummed, pulling you even closer to him.

“I love it.” You smiled contently against his chest.

“So, you must really love when I play with your hands, huh?”

[rhyslarsenlover]

DRIVE ME CRAZY

A RAFE CAMERON SOCIAL MEDIA AU

part five . part six . part seven . masterlist .

cw: this is just a filler chapter to explain how we get to where we are next chapter! ANGSTY!! only arguing and apologetic rafe.. i wonder if that'll last..

y/n slammed the door to the car behind her, the weight of everything still pressing down on her chest. she’d barely even processed what had just happened, and here she was, already getting in the car with sarah for their beach trip.

she tossed her sweatshirt onto the seat behind her, avoiding sarah’s eyes as she slid into the passenger seat. the silence in the car was heavy, almost suffocating. sarah’s eyes flicked over to her before she turned the key in the ignition.

“y/n, what just happened?” sarah asked, her voice softer than usual, like she could sense the tension coiling around her friend. y/n sighed, resting her head against the back of the seat. “i don’t know, sarah. i’m sorry for being such a buzzkill, i'm just tired of all this drama.” y/n swallowed, her thoughts still tangled from her last confrontation with rafe. she didn’t want to go into it. not now. especially not with rafe’s face still burned into her mind.

sarah was quiet for a moment, the hum of the engine filling the silence. then she asked, “is this about rafe?” y/n didn’t even need to say anything for sarah to know the answer. she could see it all over her face. “yeah,” y/n muttered. “i just.. i don’t get why he thinks he can mess with my head like this. it’s like i don’t even matter to him, and then he does something like.. i dunno.”

sarah’s expression shifted. “what are you talking about?” y/n hesitated. “he texted me a couple days ago, it kinda ended with him saying he hopes i enjoy getting 'passed around by the pogues.' and then he goes off and makes out with some girl, and then he thinks he can pop up on my instagram like we’re still friends or something. he’s driving me insane!” y/n winced, her stomach tightening. “he basically called me a hoe, sarah. and then he just moved on like it meant nothing.”

sarah’s hands tightened in a fist, she had never been so angry before. “i can’t believe he said that to you. i thought you were talking about that time topper called you a whore, but not rafe.. he’s never been that way with you,“ y/n agrees, “no, and what i hate most is that it hurt. topper’s words didn’t even phase me, but rafe..” sarah didn’t say anything for a long moment. she just focused on the road, and y/n felt a little guilty for dumping all of that on her. but it wasn’t just the words that bothered her, it was everything. the jealousy. y/n had never really been jealous before, rafe had brought girls back to the cameron's house and she had never batted an eyelid. she had always told herself it wasn’t her place to care, because caring meant hoping. and hoping meant getting hurt. so she always kept those feelings at a distance. that was until he started acting more possessive, maybe that was what finally made her realise that he might have feelings for her. and his lingering attention actually meant something now.

after a moment, sarah spoke up, her voice more determined. “i'm going to talk to him” y/n shook her head, feeling a little pathetic. “no. that’s not going to fix anything. i’m... i don’t know what i want from him, sarah. i just hate feeling like this. seeing that girl in his arms, ughhh i hate this, it’s like i’m waiting for him to finally choose me, and then he goes and acts like this.” sarah glanced at her quickly. “you’re not waiting for him to choose you, y/n. you’re worth so much more than that. he's always been so blind to see that you were the one. and i hate saying that, because it's my dumb, stupid brother.”

y/n let out a breath, her heart feeling heavy. “i know. i just... do you really think that he meant what he said?” sarah shaked her head, “absolutely not, y/n, he thinks the world of you. you know what he’s like when he’s angry, he's a fuckin idiot,” y/n didn’t really know what to think, sarah had always teased that rafe had a crush on her. y/n just thought that it was because sarah wanted them to be sisters. but now things seemed real, and instead of him confessing those feelings, he’s making out with some girl at a club.

when they finally arrived at the beach, the ocean stretched out before them, vast and open. the salty air and the sound of waves crashing against the shore did little to calm the turmoil inside her. but she tried, focusing on the waves and the sand between her toes as they walked toward the water. “you should’ve told me sooner, y/n. i can’t believe he said that to you. he has some nerve.” y/n stayed silent, watching the ocean waves crash on the shore, her heart heavy with everything that was left unsaid.

they had only been at the beach for a few minutes when y/n caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye. “he followed us,” sarah muttered, her tone already deadly. y/n didn’t know whether to be excited or terrified. rafe was like this, a storm that never knew when to stop. and sure enough, as they started to head further down the shore, he approached them, his footsteps heavy in the sand.

“so, you thought you could hang out here without me? thought beach trips are our thing,” rafe called out, his voice light and joking. sarah’s eyes narrowed immediately, and she whipped around to face him, “seriously, rafe? you think you can just show up like this? like everything’s fine after what you said to y/n?” her voice was sharp, cutting through the air.

rafe’s grin faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered, taking a few more steps toward them, hands in his pockets. “hey, relax. i’m just messing with you two,” he said with a small smile, trying to downplay the situation. “messing with us?” sarah practically snarled, her fists clenching. “you don’t get to say the shit you said and then act like it’s all just some game!”

rafe’s eyes flickered for a moment, and he hesitated. “look, i-”

“no,” sarah cut him off, her voice rising with fury. “you don’t get to act all innocent now. you basically called her a fucking slut like it was nothing. our y/n. the girl that has cared for and loved our family since she was a kid." sarah's words were pointed, as though she was repeating an old conversation they had, "and now you’re here acting like everything’s fine? you think you can just show up and apologise your way out of this?”

y/n was frozen, torn between the anger radiating off sarah and the quiet guilt on rafe’s face. she could feel the tension building, thick and suffocating, and she hated conflict.

rafe’s expression shifted slightly, his jaw tightening. “i didn’t mean it. i was just.. pissed off, okay? i saw you with jj and it made me angry. i shouldn’t have said that. i never should’ve said that to you, y/n.” his voice softened, the humour gone.

sarah scoffed, stepping in front of y/n, her stance protective. “no, rafe. you can’t just apologise and make everything go away. you don’t get to treat her like that and then think saying sorry will solve it all!”

rafe’s eyes burned with something unreadable, but he didn’t snap back. he just stared at sarah for a moment, the weight of her anger settling over him.

sarah shook her head, disgust written across her face.  the air between them was thick with tension, and y/n couldn’t breathe, feeling like she was caught in the middle of it all. “guys, it’s okay.” y/n breathed out, trying to diffuse the situation, “he’s said sorry, i haven’t fully forgiven you, rafe, but yeah.” y/n spoke softly, tugging at sarah’s hand to remind her that it was okay.

finally, rafe seemed to deflate a little, his anger waning, replaced by a resigned guilt. “i didn’t want to hurt you, y/n.”

“yeah, well, too late. this isn’t just about your stupid jealousy, rafe. it’s about respect. and you completely lost that.” sarah answered, shook her head, disappointed by her brother.

“i’m sorry,” rafe repeated, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “i messed up. i’ll do better. i don’t want to lose you, y/n. i don’t.”

y/n spoke up again, her voice barely above a whisper. “i think you should leave, rafe.”

rafe nodded slowly, his face a mix of frustration and regret. 

a/n: I CANT TAKE THE ANGST IDK IF IMMA LAST. also sorry for not uploading for a couple days, it was my 21st bday!! <3

taglist!!: @princesspeaxhh , @cokewithcameron , @lolasangelz , @a-sunflower-in-bloom , @rafecameronswhoore , @stoned-writer , @pogueprincesa @countryclubwhore @pillowprincess4him @ren-ni love u all <333

[uramakimochi]

THE BEST BOYFRIEND

Remus Lupin x Reader

IN MY MARAUDERS PHASE BUT IT'S MY FIRST TIME I WRITE ABOUT THEM SO I HOPE THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT TOO OOC🙏

WARNINGS: nothing just short fluffy story, period comfort, use of Y/n, reader is implied to be female but no pronuns are used, i know nothing about the british accents so i wrote the basic english you learn at school lol.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

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Having a menstrual cycle is already bad and we can all agree on this, right?

And it's bad mostly because it decides to arrive when the hell it feels like it, during some months it's regular and during the following months it's totally unpredictable.

But it's even worse when this same stupid period, of all the times it can arrive, calmly decides to knock on your door when?

In the fricking middle of the night. Just while you're fricking sleeping!

There is nothing worse. Waking up with cramps and pangs of pain in your belly and then trying to run to the bathroom in the throes of tiredness, change your clothes, go back to your room and obviously discover that you have stained the sheets red.

Nothing that a flick of your wand can't fix in a few seconds, for goodness sake, but that's not the point! And it doesn't matter how much you clean yourself, because the upset stomach and the sore legs are still there.

And that was exactly how your day began, or rather, more of a night than a day.

After taking a quick look at the moon outside your dorm window and noticing how the sky had already started to lighten a little, you realized that you had practically woken up a few hours earlier than usual.

Great.

If you had gone back to sleep now it would have been even more tiring to get up to go to breakfast and then go to class. But despite the enormous irritation you were feeling at that moment, the sensation of your eyelids becoming heavy over your eyes was stronger, thus, keeping you from swearing out loud and avoiding waking up your roomates, you got back under the covers, falling back asleep almost immediately.

///

You jumped when you felt someone's hand touch your shoulder from behind, until you then heard Lily's voice.

"Good morning Y/n~. I'm sorry, i actually didn't want to wake you up, but i wanted to tell you that the others have already gone down for breakfast and you're usually the first one of us to wake up. Is everything okay? Haven't you slept?"

You almost struggled to put together everything she said, too tired to connect the words into sentences. You didn't even turn to look at her, not feeling in the mood to stay there and answer with something too long.

"Not at all" you grumbled, rubbing your face against the pillow and hoping she would let you sleep again.

"Are you sick? Do you want me to bring you something?" she asked worried.

"Lily, i'm on my period and i got it last night, okay? My stomach hurts so bad, i feel pain in my thighs and i haven't slept at all because i had to run to the bathroom a couple of hours before the alarm. I don't need anything, but i'd really appreciate it if you would let me sleep a little longer, please, i don't think i'll want to show up for class today"

You loved Lily, but because of your stupid period now you would've found every friend of yours unbearable even if they just dared to breath.

But you felt guilty about how you responded, so you turned to her.

"I'm sorry... It's my period, i swear. You know i love you, right?"

Luckily you saw her smile at you with the look of a friend who knew what you were going through.

"It's no problem, i'm honestly used to it" she said and you both giggled.

Lily bent down to gather her things, ready to head to class right after breakfast.

"So i guess i'll see you later? For lunch?" she asked you then.

"I hope so" you replied.

She waved goodbye you and after she closed the door behind her, you let out a sigh of relief, being greeted by silence.

Well, now you could rest for another couple of hours and maybe then you could go and munch on something left over from breakfast. You buried yourself under the covers and closed your eyes, trying to enjoy the peace, but it was a little difficult with the cramps in your belly making you constantly change positions.

You didn't know how long you lay there in despair, but when you heard the sound of someone knocking on the door, you slammed your hands on the covers and huffed.

"If you're Sirius Black and you came here to annoy me, i assure you that you don't want to come in" you threatened him, hoping that he hadn't come to annoy you as he usually liked to do.

"And what if i'm not Sirius, am i still risking my life?" instead another voice responded with another question.

A small smile instinctively appeared on your lips.

"If you're Remus then no"

As soon as you finished your sentence the door opened a little and you saw Remus' head pop out of the crack.

"Knock knock~ A little bird told me that someone isn't feeling very well today"

You blushed slightly and patted the covers with one hand, inviting him to come in. Of all the people and friends you couldn't stand when you were on your period, Remus Lupin was obviously the only exception.

"Hey" he said softly after closing the door behind him and walking towards your bed. "Lily told me you didn't sleep much last night, have you recovered a bit?"

He sat on the edge of the bed and you couldn't help but nestle into his lap, hugging him around the waist and nuzzling your face into his sweater-covered abdomen.

"Just a little. My stomach and legs hurt and i haven't had breakfast yet, because i don't feel like i have the streght to get up"

"Aw, i'm sorry darling. If i only could you know k'd take all your pain in a second" Remus said with a small pout, patting your head.

"Nah, you already have the full moon to deal with Remmy, if you got your period too i think you would definitely die" you replied, making him laugh.

"I have some chocolate if you want" he said then and you sat up, not surprised that he had some with him.

He always managed to bring a bar of chocolate with him but you were the one of the two who almost always ate it. After all, Remus always gave it to you when he wanted to take care of you.

He took two squares of the bar that was already open and when he handed them to you, you immediately put them in your mouth, closing your eyes at the sweet taste of that little breakfast.

"Mhh, this is so good. Thank you Rem, you know i love you, right?" you murmured, chewing the bite and leaning your torso to the side to lean against his body.

Remus chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

"Mh, you tell me that quite often" he replied, turning his head to give you a couple of kisses on the head.

"No seriously, i'm so lucky to have you as my boyfriend. I'd like to see if anyone else has a boyfriend who always brings them chocolate in case of emergency"

"I really don't think i'm the only one who does this, love" Remus smiled and you shook your head.

"I don't care, you're the best eveeer. Period. See, i can't even get mad at you when i'm on my period. I can treat even poor Lils badly, but with you? It's literally impossible, i just can't bring myself to do it"

You smiled when you saw his cheeks decorated with the scars turning red and he quickly looked away, giving an embarrassed smile. You reached out to his face, making him turn back to look at you and leaned in to leave a small, but loud kiss on his lips.

"Mwha!"

Then you turned to your nightstand next to the bed and picked up the book that was resting on top of it. It was one of the books Remus had lent you to read, but since he was here now, why not take advantage of it?

"Rem could you read me a couple of chapters, please?" you asked, handing him the book.

Remus couldn't help but smile tenderly, nodding and taking it from your fingers.

"Of course, love. I see you liked it" he added, nodding towards the bookmark you had left almost halfway through the book.

"You have good taste"

You settled more comfortably on the bed, Remus leaned against your pillow and remained seated, while you went to lean against his side, with your head just under his chest, so as not to get in the way of him while he read.

Before he could start, however, you took his free hand and placed it on top of your belly, hoping he understood that you were asking for massages, to try to make the cramps go away. Remus got to work without complaint and while his fingers caressed you gently, he began to read, juggling the book and changing pages with one hand, like an expert.

You relaxed against his body, leaning your face down to press a small kiss to the arm he held around you.

"Thank you Remmy. I love you so much"

Remus smiled and returned the gesture by giving you another kiss on the head.

"Me too darling. Rest a little longer, you have time"

You nodded, even though you didn't need that advice. A few minutes after he started reading, you fell asleep again, but this time without feeling the weight of pain or hunger, as if Remus' mere presence was enough to make all pain disappear.

Yep, you really had the best boyfriend in the world.

///

[audiovideodisco]

I know you, let me in.

Where you’re a doctor on House’s diagnostic team, and the end of a particularly hard case causes a severe panic attack.

cw: panic attacks, medicine and medical jargon, dissociation, breathing difficulties

word count: 1.2k

requested?: no

sfw?: yes

ship: reader x wilson

characteristics: n/a

It’s the end of a long case, your patient was rapidly deteriorating and for a while it was touch and go. After a few days of that spiralling hell hole, House managed to connect the dots of their symptoms and save their life, with the help of you and the other ducklings.

You sat on a bench in the hallway, just short of the DDX office. You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath, clutching a hand to your heart as if it might help your lungs take a fucking chill pill - it didn’t.

After a few minutes, it had gotten worse, a lot worse. At least it felt that way. Your vision was swimming, your chest was burning and your lungs were screaming for air, as if you were trapped in a room without oxygen. There were faint voices, but you had no idea if they were coming from around you, or if they were fabrications of your mind. There was pressure on your shoulders, pushing you- no, pulling you? You couldn’t tell that either. Suddenly you felt yourself falling miles down, but that same pressure appeared to cushion your fall.

“Hey- can you hear me? [L/N]? Get me some diazepam, quickly!” Wilson shouted to Cameron and then to Chase,

“Get me a resus bag-“ Within a minute, he had both, injecting the diazepam, while Chase used the resus bag to help regulate your breathing. The diazepam began to work, and the help breathing allowed your body to stop hyperventilating. After a while, Chase moved the bag off of your face, pushing your hair away to check for any injuries when you fell down from the bench. He looked at your eyes with his light, and noticed your pupils responding slowly to the light.

“I think they’ve dissociated… We need to get them out of this bloody corridor.”

Wilson and Cameron nodded in agreement, Wilson sliding his arms under your legs and back, lifting you up and taking you to his office, placing you on the couch as gently as he could.

“Are they alright?” Cameron asked, shifting nervously on her heels.

“Yeah. They’re… Physically, they’ll be alright. I’m going to wait for them to come back around.” Wilson basically mutters, turning the light off and turning on a lamp in the corner.

“Don’t you need us to-“ Chase started, but Wilson stopped him,

“Uh- no, no… I’m just going to get some paperwork done while I monitor them. They’ll be okay. I’ve got the resus bag if I need it.”

“Shouldn’t we admit them?”

“No- they’d walk out and never come back. Especially over a panic attack.” Wilson says, closing his blinds to make sure House wasn’t able to nosey around if he was still here.

“How did you know it was a panic attack?”

“I’ve… I’ve seen it before. Although not that bad. They made me promise not to tell anyone. Doesn’t matter when you were both there to see it.”

Your fellow doctors nod and look at each other, feeling a little guilty you felt you have to hide it from them.

“Call if you need anything.” Cameron offered, before leaving and shutting the door with a soft click behind them.

Wilson’s gaze moved from the door to you, seeing how exhausted you looked.

“[Y/N]?”

Wilson wasn’t able to bring himself to do any paperwork, he was too worried about you. Instead, when he received no answer, he walked over to the couch and sat on the arm, letting his hand reach down to your face. Your eyelids twitched a little as you stared at nothing, and it made his heart clench at the sight of you suffering. His fingers lightly stroked your cheek as he looked down at you, lying on the couch. He hoped the gentle touch might help you escape your own mental prison, he wasn’t complaining that he had to be so close to you, he just wished it wasn’t in this situation.

After a little while, you began to come back to earth, feeling super disoriented and groggy.

“Hey… there they are… you feeling alright? Breathing okay? [Y/N]?”

“Why- When did I come to your office? I remember being on the bench and then- then I couldn’t breathe…”

Wilson hadn’t stopped gently stroking your face, listening to you intently.

“You had a pretty intense panic attack. Needed diazepam and a resus bag to bring you out of it. Then you sort of, just, dissociated… Chase checked your pupillary reflex…”

“Shit… I’m sorry.”

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for, love, it happens. All that matters is that you’re okay.”

Your heart almost stopped at his words… love?

“Uh, Wilson…?”

“Yes, [L/N]?”

“You’ve never called me that before.”

“What? [L/N]? Yes I have-“

“No… love.”

Wilson went bright red and suddenly his fingers on your face stopped in their tracks, and you immediately regretted saying anything.

“It’s… It’s okay, Wilson, I-“

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N], I really hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” He said, clearly annoyed with himself as he moved away from the couch, pacing a little.

You sit up, feeling your face where his fingers were.

“I don’t mind…”

Wilson stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“You don’t?”

“No- I- well…”

Wilson walked slowly over to sit on the couch next to you, turning a little so he could look at you, your knees touching.

“I think, maybe I should’ve said this a long time ago, fuck it, I really like you. If I’ve misunderstood then we can pretend I never said-“

Your eyes widen and you feel your heart racing again, this time more pleasant than the last.

“You do?”

“Yeah. House has been bullying me about it for months. I’m surprised you never noticed.”

“I just assumed he was trying to get a rise out of me…”

The tension in the room grew thick as your eyes met, his hand resting on your knee, then slowly gravitating along your thigh. Your faces got closer as you both leaned in without much thought, breath fanning against each other’s faces, until…

Wilson closed the gap, pressing his lips to yours and his other hand threading into your hair. The kiss was soft but passionate, and as your breathing grew erratic again, you gripped his shirt, a little scared, but not pulling away.

In response, he moved his hands under your thighs, pulling you onto his lap, then gently rubbing circles into the small of your back, helping you to relax again. Kissing him a little deeper, a smile spreads across your face into the kiss.

Eventually you both pull back, resting your forehead against his.

“So… can I take you out for dinner tonight? Or tomorrow if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“You sure you want this? I’m not the easiest person to- well- I’m kinda messed up…”

Wilson smiled with a small chuckle, putting his hands on your cheeks,

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He looked you in the eyes, moving closer and whispering softly against your lips, before kissing you again,

“I’ve got you.”

[badasbebi]

imagination's curse

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✦ pairing: bada lee x fem!reader

✦ summary: you long for excitement in your mundane life, until you are suddenly visited by a strange, beautiful woman who upends your world and thrusts you into a whirlwind of pleasure and danger.

✦ genre/au: smut (MDNI!!), succubus!bada, basically pwp

✦ word count: 6k

✦ warnings: probably has grammatical/spelling errors, mentions of demons and occult activities, top!bada (she's doing all the work), fingering, cunnilingus, bit of thigh riding, y/n is a weakling, somebody dies (or do they?)

✦ a/n: this is very different from other fics I've written, in genre and length, because after watching bebe's imagination video on repeat, i decided to temporarily drop the other fic i was working on to write this! we will be getting back to the more simple (and long) fics I've written before, but i hope you guys still enjoy this in the meantime! i purposely left this open-ended in case i, or you guys, wanted to see a continuation of this story at some point. lmk if that would be of interest to y'all!

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Beyond the restaurant windows, rain pounds against the earth. The rhythmic drumming of the rain lulls you into a trance-like state, eyes glossing over and body becoming numb. The soft jazz music coming from the speakers overhead only enhances your drowsiness, making you melt into your seat like heated wax. You rest your chin in the palm of your hand and stare out at the street, watching cars pass by and disappear into the darkness. Your eyelids become heavy and you blink, attempting to bring your attention back to the real world, and, probably most importantly, the person in front of you. 

You sigh, slouching forward in your chair. Your date, Seolhyun, has been droning on for the last twenty minutes about her schoolwork. Her mouth is moving, but your mind isn't registering her words. You can't bring yourself to care. She seems somewhat nice, and she's devastatingly pretty, but those were about the only two qualities of value that you could conjure up. This wouldn't have been so bad, if this date hadn't essentially turned into a one-sided conversation she was having with herself.  You don't think you've said more than three words since the both of you sat down.

"Like, nursing is so boring and depressing. I don't get why so many people are into it," she says, taking a bite of her food. "I want to do something interesting and fresh, like, modeling, or something. Or, maybe I'll switch my major to art. I take really good pictures of my friends. Isn't there a photography concentration in the arts program?"

Seolhyun looks over at you expectantly, waiting for your input. You have no idea what the answer is, so you just shrug and give her a fake, tight-lipped smile. 

"Yeah, you know what? I think I'm gonna talk to my advisor tomorrow. It's just that my dad is the problem. Whenever I talk to my dad he's like, nooooo. That's not what I've been sending you money for. He's so old fashioned."

"Oh," you respond, your voice monotone. There is a part of you that can't help but feel a little bad about zoning out and ignoring her, but you've had your fill of boring conversations about family and school and life aspirations. This was nothing new. 

She slams one of her hands on the table, making you jump so high you nearly knock your glass of water over. 

"And it's silly because he's the one who wanted me to go to college sooo badly, so how are you going to complain about paying for it? Its like—and not to sound like a cunt—we do pretty well for ourselves. I don't need to be the moneymaker! I get he wants me to be the head nurse at the hospital he owns, but honestly, fuck that hospital. Fuck the patients too!" she continues, her voice raised loud enough to capture the attention of  the nearby tables. You can feel their eyes on you, and a wave of embarrassment washes over you. You glance around the room, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, slowly sliding down in your seat.

 "He's just...he's such a hardass. Doesn't let me do anything. It's a real shame," she finishes, huffing in annoyance.

You nod. "Right, it is a real shame." you mumble, still avoiding others' judgemental gazes. 

She doesn't seem to notice how uncomfortable you've become, or the attention that she's gathering. Instead, she grins."I know! I'm so glad you get it."

The only thing you're getting is murderous. You needed to get out of here, quickly. As if hearing your internal cries for help, the waiter appears, asking if the two of you would like to see the dessert menu. You shake your head.

"Oh, no. Just the check please," you say, glancing up at him.

Seolhyun nods in agreement. "Yeah, I'm done. This salad was kinda trash. No offense. Sorry." She picks up her napkin and dabs it at her mouth. 

The waiter grimaces. "No problem. I'll be right back."

As the waiter walks off, you turn back to Seolhyun, forcing yourself to smile. She jumps right back into her complaints, albeit more quietly, and fidgets with the stem of her wine glass. You tune her out again, no longer feeling guilty for doing so. The only thing that brings your attention back to reality is the waiter setting the bill face-down on the table. He bids you both goodnight before walking off, and when you look up, you almost want to laugh.  

A guilty expression flashes across Seolhyun's face, and she leans over the table, looking at the check. She clears her throat, and you already know what she's about to say. 

"Do you have your card on you? Sorry, I think I left mine at home. I'll totally venmo you after this." She laughs awkwardly, sitting back in her seat.

You roll your eyes, but reach for your wallet. "Whatever." 

After dinner, the two of you step out of the restaurant and into the rain, huddling under the overhang as you try to find an escape from the downpour. 

"Well, it was nice chatting with you, y/n," she says, stepping towards the edge of the overhang. "Hope we can hang out again soon."

"Yeah, definitely," you lie. 

"Awesome! Talk to you later, then." She smiles, and you know she's lying too.

Seolhyun walks out into the rain and you watch as she crosses the street, heading toward a pink Tesla. 

"Bitch," you murmur bitterly, pulling your hood over your head.

You don't want to spend money on an Uber, and the walk to the nearest bus stop isn't very far, so you decide to trek through the rain, praying that the bus won't take long. You zip up your coat and adjust your hood, stepping out into the rain. The cold pelts against your face and seeps through the material of your clothes, causing goosebumps to break out on your skin. You curse, and pull your arms close to your body, walking faster. The streetlamps lining the road provide enough light for you to see where you're going despite the dark clouds overhead, their glow casting an orange glow against the pavement.

As you walk, your thoughts turn back to your disastrous date. You didn't mean to act like such an ass, but it was impossible not to when the entire evening had consisted of her talking about herself and how difficult her life was. The worst part is, she actually seemed to think you were a good listener, even with your blank stares and monosyllabic responses.

Deep down, you know that it's not entirely Seolhyun's fault. Today felt like a culmination of all the ways you've been failing lately. In short, it's been a bad week. A bad month. A bad year. At all points, you've felt as though there was no escape from the dullness of your life, like you were being suffocated, drowned in a pool of water with no way to save yourself. These were your college years, and you came to the realization last year that all you've been doing was sitting in your room, studying, going to class, and then going home. No parties, no drama, no adventures, no romance, nothing. Even worse, it seemed like everyone else had already started their lives and were living them. It was infuriating, seeing everyone around you have fun, while you were stuck in this weird limbo of mediocrity.

In attempts to find some excitement, you downloaded a dating app and started going out more, meeting people, but so far, all the dates have ended up being like this. Boring, or just plain awkward. You've tried to make changes—different clothes, makeup, hair—anything to shake things up, and while that was nice and made you feel pretty, it didn't change the fact that your life was still dull. And now, you're just exhausted, constantly feeling like you're going through the motions.

 Nothing has worked. This was probably the tenth horrible date you've been on in two months. Maybe, this was just your life now, and you had to come to terms with it. Bland, and as bleak as the clouds overhead.  

Which seem to have gotten even darker, you notice, as you approach the bus stop. You stand underneath the shelter, rubbing your hands together and blowing on them. The streets are completely deserted. You shiver, your damp clothes clinging to your skin, and hug yourself tightly, trying to keep warm. You try to look for any sign of the bus, but the rain is coming down too hard, the air is heavy with fog, and you can't see further than a few feet away. A prickle of fear runs down your spine. You didn't even think to check if the buses were running late. What if they're not running at all?

Just as you reach for your phone to check the time, you hear the screeching of bus brakes and let out a sigh of relief. You're saved.

You stand at the edge of the sidewalk, watching as the bus slowly pulls up in front of the stop. The door opens and you step inside, moving as quickly as you can. The warm air instantly hits your face, but the heat does nothing to thaw the chill that has set in your bones.

You pay the driver and walk to the back, taking a seat near the window. The bus is nearly empty, save for an old woman and a couple of teenagers sitting towards the front.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and plug in your earbuds. Music starts playing, drowning out the noise of the rain and the rumble of the engine.

After a few stops, the bus reaches your destination and the doors open, the sound of the rain pouring down and the wind blowing in, bringing with it a cool breeze. You get off, and begin the trek home, your sneakers splashing through puddles as you make your way down the street.

The wind picks up, the gusts blowing hard enough to cause the street lamps to flicker and sway. They cast shadows against the ground and walls of the buildings, which appear and disappear in the blink of an eye. The rain comes down harder, falling in thick, heavy sheets. You quicken your pace, the muscles in your legs burning as you move, your heart rate quickening. 

Finally, your apartment building comes into view.  You run, sprinting the last block and darting up the steps, the water squishing between your toes. Excitement blooms in your chest as you grab the door handle and pull it open, the prospect of a dry place to lay your head making you feel better.

As soon as you cross the threshold of your building, you pull your hood down, the smell of mildew hitting your nose. Your shoes squeak against the wet floor, and you leave a trail of water droplets and mud as you head toward the elevator.

The ride up is excruciatingly slow. You tap your foot impatiently, watching the numbers climb, and think about the warm bed that's awaiting you, how good it'll feel to wrap yourself in a blanket and forget about this miserable night. If your roommate allows it.

Once your mind drifts to her, your excitement dwindles. Fatigue weighs heavy on your shoulders, and you long for nothing more than to be asleep in the comfort of your own bed, but you know it's a rubbish wish, thanks to Aeri. 

Recently, home hasn't been particularly enjoyable either. You used to have a roommate who didn't bother you. Then, she dropped out, and you were stuck with rent, an empty room, and the task of finding a new roommate. It was a difficult process, with most candidates seeming creepy or annoying or gross. Then, you ran into Aeri, who was by no means a perfect match, but seemed good enough. She was a bit awkward, and you didn't really know what to make of the intense gothic attire she was sporting during your initial meeting. She seemed incredibly nice and easygoing, though, and she smelled good. Was that not all you needed? So, running out of time, you swallowed your apprehension and gave her the spare keys to your apartment.  

For the most part, you didn't regret your decision. She was, in fact, one of the sweetest, most caring people you've ever met, frequently baking treats for you when she knew you were having a particularly terrible day and listening to you vent  about your dating diasters. But, there were a few small issues that had cropped up, and they happened to occur most often at night.

Your stomach does flip-flops the higher the numbers get, until, finally, the elevator dings, and the doors open. You shuffle out into the hall, pulling out your keys and heading toward the apartment. When you're in front of the door, you hesitate, the key hovering in the air as you stare at the peephole. You take a deep breath and push the door open, the smell of incense instantly hitting your nose as you step inside of the dark apartment. You slip off your wet shoes and hang your jacket up on your worn-out coat rack. 

"I'm back," you call, closing the door behind you. You step further into the apartment and glance around as you walk into the living room, where you are met with a sight you're not prepared for.

Your eyes squint to adjust to the dark and take in the scene before you. The air is thick and heavy, engulfed by the scent of a sweet, intoxicating perfume. Candles are placed throughout the space, their warm glow casting shadows on the wall. Aeri kneels in the middle of the living room, wearing a cloak, her hands hovering above an intricate pentagram on the floor. She mumbles something to herself that you cannot understand, her eyes closed. Her hair falls over her face and her lips move, but no words are uttered.

"Aeri, what are you doing?" you ask, taking a tentative step forward.

Aeri's head snaps up, her eyes wide, and the mumbling stops.

"Oh, hey, you're back," she says, her tone a bit nervous. Her hands tremble as she moves the hood of her cloak back. "Sorry, I didn't know you'd be back so soon. I was just—uh—you know."

"No, actually. I don't. What are you doing?" You repeat, folding your arms in front of you.

She looks around the room, before returning her gaze to you. "Uh...meditating?"

And this was the problem. Shortly after Aeri moved in, she brought her witchy occult shit with her. You don't really believe in any of it, so you typically ignore her and carry on with your day when you see her pull out one of her spellbooks at the dinner table. Except for days like this, when she goes too far, gets too loud, and keeps you up at night with her antics. Then, she becomes public enemy number one. 

You glare at her. "With a pentagram on the floor? Please. This is..."

You pause, scanning the room again. There's something particularly wrong today, but you can't quite place it. There's heaviness in the air, a heightened version of the feeling you get when you're in a haunted house, except there are no clowns or people cosplaying as serial killers, just candles and a pentagram and Aeri, staring up at you. 

"Bizarre. This is bizarre. Even for you." you finish, narrowing your eyes. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" She squeaks, her voice strained. "I was just...doing some reading about a spell that could, uh. Fix a problem that I’ve been having. I decided to try it out today"

You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out an exasperated sigh. You're tired. Your hair is drenched. Your shirt is clinging to your back. You couldn't be bothered with this. 

"Listen, I don't think I actually care about what you have going on. But, I have an exam tomorrow, I've had a rough day, and I need some rest. Can you promise to keep it down in here while I sleep?"

Aeri looks around, a guilty expression on her face, before nodding her head. "Sure, yeah. No problem. I’m sorry."

"Thank you," you say, and turn on your heels without another word.

You make your way through the hallway and enter your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

Your room is dark and cold, but you can't bother to turn the lights on or get under the covers. Instead, you lay down on the bed, your limbs splayed out. Your hair is still wet, and you can feel the moisture seeping into your comforter, but you can't even think to move.

You're too tired to bother changing into your pajamas. Too tired to do anything but sleep. So, you shove off your socks and rain-soaked jeans and call it a day. You crawl into bed, pulling the blankets over your body until they rest just below your chin. The warmth envelopes you and you're finally able to relax. You stare up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin slowly, praying for a peaceful night's rest. Lately, you've been plagued by strange dreams you can't remember when you wake up. Although they've been forgetful, they usually keep you tossing and turning in your sleep throughout the night. But, tonight, your eyelids are so heavy you can barely keep them open, and within seconds, you drift off into unconsciousness, the world slipping away and the darkness consuming you. The smell of Aeri's incense and the sound of the rain lulls you into a slumber unlike never before, submerged into a dark void of nothing.  

That is, until you feel something touch you. You awaken with a start, jolting upright in your bed, your heart racing. The room is dark, illuminated only by the light of the moon shining through the window. You glance around frantically, searching for the source of the touch, but there's nothing, no sign of life. Just shadows, and the sound of your breathing. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. It's probably just the wind or an insect. You're tired, and your deteriorating mind is playing tricks on you. There's nothing to be scared of.

You lay back down, pulling the blankets up to your chin, and take a deep breath, closing your eyes. Your heartbeat begins to slow, and you exhale, trying to relax. A few minutes pass, and you begin to drift off once again, when, suddenly, you feel something against your neck. A cold, soft pressure. Like a feather, brushing across your skin.

"Y/N." A soft, gentle voice whispers.

Your eyes flutter open, and you are met with the sight of a woman's face, inches away from yours. You gasp and shoot up again, nearly slamming your forehead against hers. The woman backs away, allowing you to regain your bearings. You blink a few times, shaking your head to try to wake yourself up, but she remains., staring at you with an expression that could only be described as amused. 

The moonlight streams in through the window, giving the woman's figure an almost ethereal glow. You've never seen her before. She has a stupefying, otherworldly, beauty about her, with dark eyes and full lips that accentuate her sharp jawline. She's wearing a black, silky nightgown that clings to her body. Her pale, delicate-looking skin shines in the moonlight, and her dark hair, interlaced with another color, cascades down her back, falling over her shoulders.

You look around the room, expecting the lights to turn on and an elaborate prank to be revealed, but the room is just as dark and empty as you remember. When your eyes fall back onto the woman, she is staring back at you, a soft smile on her face.

"Who the fuck are you?" you force out, your voice trembling.  

She quirks an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "Were you not expecting me?"

You scoff, nearly choking on your own saliva. "No! Of course not. I've never seen you before in my life. What the hell is going on? And how do you know my name?"

Her eyes light up with mirth, and her smile widens as if she's in on some sort of joke. 

"Oh, this is interesting," she starts, clasping her hands together. "This is very interesting."

As a primal fear takes hold of your body, interesting is the last word that comes to your brain to describe the situation you've found yourself in. Albeit hot, this random woman broke into your apartment to do God knows what to you and your belongings. Who knows if she's already murdered Aeri. Or, perhaps, this is a lucid dream, and you're experiencing some sort of weird hallucination. Either way, you wanted out. Now.

You release a shaky exhale in a poor attempt to calm your nerves. "I'm gonna call the cops, okay? But, I really don't want any trouble. If you leave now, I won't tell anyone about this." 

The woman stares at you for a moment, her expression unreadable, before erupting into a fit of laughter. You blink, unsure of how to proceed. She continues to laugh, her hand clutching her chest as her whole body shakes. The sound is melodic, and it rings out like the chimes of a bell, the notes flowing effortlessly into the air. It's almost enchanting, and you find yourself lost in the melody until she quiets down and straightens up, a soft smile on her face. 

"That's completely unnecessary. I'm not here to cause you any harm, Y/N," she says, and, somehow, her voice is even more hypnotic than her laugh. Some of your fear dissipates, but the confusion remains.

"Why are you here, then?" you question, unable to keep the suspicion out of your tone.

"To give you a little bit of help. I know you've been struggling." She replies, her voice dripping with sympathy.

"How do you know that?"

She smiles, the expression making her features seem even more radiant than before. "I know a lot of things. 'How' is irrelevant. What's more important is that I know exactly how I can help you tonight. You need...a stress reliever. I can do that for you. If you're up for it, that is."

"A stress reliever?" You echo, and the way her eyes sparkle in the moonlight, her lips quirked up in a seductive smirk, her voice low and smooth, makes it abundantly clear what she's implying. Your cheeks flush and heat rushes through your body. This couldn't be real. Could it?

"I don't think we're on the same page. I mean, a...stress reliever. I don't know if I understand," you say, shifting uncomfortably.

"You're a bit slow, aren't you?" she asks a devilish grin stretching across her face, and, she's probably right. You feel like a fish out of water, opening and closing your mouth like an idiot. The worst part of it is, she seems to be enjoying your floundering, grinning wider as she watches you stutter. 

"There's no need to worry," she purrs, taking a step closer, her dark eyes shining. "You just need to relax. It'll be fun." 

The sane, rational part of your brain is screaming, yelling, begging for you to run out of the room. Anybody with half a brain could decipher that the sensible thing to do in this situation would be to flee, grab a weapon, and call the police. Yet, here you are, lying still, the woman's words ringing in your ears. Fun. It's been a long time since you've had fun. You can't even remember the last time you've gotten remotely close to it. And, as if she was sent from above, here was a beautiful, mysterious woman, offering it to you on a platter. You can't help but be a bit curious. Curious about the strange, magical feeling that's coursing through your veins.

 Plus, your body is aching for touch, and the idea of sleeping with a beautiful woman is incredibly tempting, especially in your state. It's been months since you've had sex.

The woman takes a step closer, and your stomach does a flip. This is stupid. It's dangerous, and stupid, and it would be so easy to say no. 

"You won't hurt me, right?" You ask, a nervous edge creeping into your voice.

"You'll enjoy every second we spend together," she says, her eyes stroking over you. Her gaze is so intense, her voice so soothing, all you want is to please her. You don't think. You no longer have the ability to.  Your desire is too strong.

"What are you going to do?" you ask, the words tumbling out of your mouth.

"That depends on you," she says, her fingers brushing the edge of the duvet. "What would you like me to do?"

You look into her dark, all-consuming eyes, and shiver. Your blood feels like it's on fire.   "I—um—whatever you had in mind." 

Her eyes narrow, her lips curling up into a smirk. She leans in, her warm breath ghosting your lips. You can smell her perfume, the scent of vanilla and lavender assaulting your senses.  

Your heart beats fast, and you can't help the small whimper that escapes your throat.

"Are you sure?" she says, her voice low. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

She's right. For all you knew, her idea of fun could include a knife and a casket. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, not when she's looking at you like that. 

"I don't care," you say, your voice hoarse. "Do whatever you want with me."

The corners of her lips curl upwards, and her eyes twinkle with mischief.  "Okay," she whispers, her voice soft and sweet.

She leans forward, her lips ghosting yours. You hold your breath, anticipating her next move. Her hand moves up to cup your cheek, her thumb rubbing small circles on your skin that send a tingle down your spine. You lean into the touch, and her smile widens. She tilts her head to the side, and presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. The contact is soft, tender, and sweet. Her lips are warm, and the touch is brief, but enough to ignite the flames within your veins. You gasp, moving your head to try to capture her lips with yours, and she chuckles, pulling away.

"You're so impatient," she says, her eyes gleaming. "Desperate, even."

Embarrassment creeps up on you, and you flush, averting your gaze. She laughs again, and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her.

"Don't hide from me," she whispers, her voice soft. "There's nothing wrong with wanting something."

With her words, the fire within you flares, and the embers within your belly burst into an inferno. Your whole body is burning, yearning, and you can't help the sigh that escapes your throat. She hums, staring at you with her piercing gaze. You've never felt this exposed, so vulnerable, so completely bare in front of another person, and you are still partially clothed. She seems to be studying you, taking in every detail, memorizing the expressions on your face. She's looking at you like you're prey, a feast, and it should scare you, should make you tremble, but it doesn't.

"Kiss me," you murmur, and she obeys.

You let out a small gasp, and her lips curve into a smile against yours as you make contact. Your eyes flutter shut, and the warmth of her mouth almost sends you spiraling. The feeling is electric, like a bolt of lightning, and it sets every nerve ending within your body alight. Her tongue glides along your bottom lip, and you part them willingly, allowing her all of the access she desires. Her tongue is warm, and wet, and her kisses are intoxicating. She tastes sweet, like strawberries and vanilla, and you can't help but moan.

She pulls away, prompting an involuntary whimper from you."Is this what you wanted, y/n?"

"Yes—uh," you stop yourself, realizing that you still don't know her name. 

"Bada," she supplies, as if reading your mind. She places a hand on your chest, and gently pushes you back onto the bed, her gaze locked on yours. You fall onto the mattress, your eyes wide.

"Bada," you repeat softly, tasting the name on your lips. Pretty. 

She smiles and slips the blankets off of you. The cool air hits your skin, sending goosebumps along your arms and legs. You suck in a sharp breath, and her eyes rake over you, drinking in the sight.

"Beautiful," she whispers, her fingers tracing up your thigh. 

She leans down to press a gentle kiss on your jaw. Her lips travel down your neck, and she bites at the sensitive skin, hard. A moan slips from your mouth, and she sucks and licks at the spot, soothing the sting. Her hand trails up the inside of your thigh, and her fingertips graze the band of your underwear. You arch your back, yearning for her touch.

"Please," you whimper again, and she giggles. 

"At least you're polite," she says, biting down on your neck again. 

Her teeth scrape against your skin, and you gasp, grabbing a fistful of her hair. You pull her closer, desperate to remove any shred of distance between the two of you. She groans, her nails digging into your thigh, her touch searing hot. She sucks at the tender skin below your collarbone, and you whine, heat pooling between your legs. It was a little humiliating, getting so worked up despite the fact that she's barely done anything, but it was hard not to when she's touching as if she wants nothing more than to devour you. 

"So impatient," she purrs, her eyes gleaming. "So needy."

She kisses the mark she made on your neck, and you squirm, the pressure between your thighs growing. 

Her fingers move higher, ghosting over your underwear, and you writhe under her touch, letting out a frustrated groan. She pulls away, a smirk on her lips.

"Something wrong?"

"You're fucking with me," you hiss, and she laughs out loud. 

"Your impatience is cute," she says, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin on your neck, pausing where your heartbeat pulsed, right beneath your jaw. "Can't help it." 

You watch as she moves her hand away from your neck, back to your underwear. Her fingers slip under the band of your panties, already dark and wet, and she runs them through your folds, spreading your already abundant slickness.  You couldn't stand that you were so clearly proving her point about how needy you were, giving her more to make fun of you about, but how could you not be? It's been too long. and you don't know if it's ever felt this good this early on.  

Your head falls back onto the pillow, and your hands clutch at the sheets, desperate for purchase. The feeling of her thumb brushing against your clit makes your hips buck up, and she pulls away to pull down your panties.

You shiver, the cool air hitting your exposed skin. She grabs your thighs, spreading them apart, and the anticipation nearly kills you on the spot.

"So pretty," she says, her voice filled with wonder.

She looks up at you, her eyes darker than before. She holds your gaze, and without breaking eye contact, ducks her head, and swipes her tongue along your slit.

A moan escapes your lips, and your back arches, your fingers threading through her hair. Her tongue moves in circles, and you feel her hands grasp at your thighs as you inadvertently try shut them close around her head. She spreads them further apart, and presses her mouth against your center, sucking on the bundle of nerves.

"F—fuck," you moan, your head thrown back, eyes shut.

She moans into you, the vibrations causing pleasure to erupt inside of you. You grip the sheets, the fabric crumpling underneath your fingers. She pulls away, and your eyes fly open, only to meet her intense gaze.

"Watch me," she whispers, her voice husky.

Your eyes snap to her face, and she smiles, her fingers trailing down your stomach. You squirm under her touch, and she grips your thighs, her eyes locked on yours. Her staring does something to you, makes the goosebumps rise on your skin, a funny feeling arise in your stomach. She presses her lips against the inside of your thigh, her eyes not leaving yours.

She slips a finger inside of you, and you gasp, the sudden intrusion causing a wave of pleasure to wash over your body. She curls her finger, and you arch your back, the friction driving you crazy.

"That's it," she purrs, adding another finger.

You throw your head back, moaning as she begins to thrust her fingers, moving in a steady rhythm. You clench around her fingers, and her eyes widen, a mischievous glint shining in her irises. You bite your lip, the pressure building, and she smirks, increasing the pace of her movements. She crooks her fingers, hitting a sensitive spot inside of you. 

"Fuck," you cry out, and her lips curl upwards, pleased.

She leans forward, her lips capturing yours, her tongue invading your mouth. She swallows your moans, and you can feel her smiling against your lips. She pulls away, and rests her forehead against yours, her dark eyes boring into yours.

"Are you going to come for me, y/n?"

"Y-yes," you whimper, and she laughs, her hot breath fanning against your cheek.

She thrusts her fingers faster, and her thumb rubs against your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your breaths come out short and quick, and your head spins, the room spinning.

"Come on," she whispers, her voice low and sultry.

The pressure builds, and you can feel the edge coming. You gasp, your eyes shut, and your whole body tenses up, the pleasure rippling through your body. You let out a string of curses, and she slows her movements, riding out the aftershocks. 

"That's it," she murmurs, her fingers leaving your core.

She trails her fingers up your torso, and leans down, her lips hovering above yours.  

"Open up," she commands, her voice taking on a deeper cadence that makes you immediately obey. She pushes her fingers inside of your mouth, and your tongue dances around her digits, tasting yourself, a musky flavor that leaves you feeling lightheaded. She hums and removes her fingers, a trail of saliva connecting her digits to your mouth.

"Good." she whispers, her breath tickling your cheek.

Your eyes flutter shut, and your head spins. You're exhausted, and you almost feel as if you're about to pass out, but her praise and proximity sends a thrill through you, your heart fluttering at her words. She presses another soft kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue. She pulls away, a lazy smile on her face. 

Through your exhaustion, you manage to meet her gaze again, and you nearly gasp. Her pupils had swollen, the dark brown of her eyes merely a slim ring around a black void, devoid of any color. You swallow hard, a slight panic rising within you as you suddenly remembering the reality of the predicament you're in. Or, was it even reality? 

"W—what's happening?" you stutter, the words tumbling from your mouth.

She grins, and you realize for the first time that her teeth are razor sharp, looking as if they could tear your flesh to shreds.

"I'm taking care of you, that's what's happening, silly." she says, her voice taking on a sing-songy quality. Her hand trails down your side. "And I'm not quite finished, yet."

She leans down and captures your lips in another kiss so rough that it nearly bruises. You're still dizzy, the blood pumping through your veins, and your head still feels as if it's full of cotton. As soon as her hands meet your skin, your exhaustion and worry disappear, replaced by euphoria. She reaches under your shirt, her fingers dancing along your torso, and you moan, your mind foggy. You can't help the small sounds that escape from your lips as she touches you, her fingers tracing every curve, every angle, committing every inch of your body to memory. Soon, your top is tossed to the side, and her hands are exploring your bare skin. Her fingers run up your spine, and you shiver, goosebumps forming. She pulls away, and a whine falls from your lips, a sound that causes her to laugh.

"So easy to please," she teases.

"Sh-shut up," you protest weakly. 

Suddenly, she grabs you by the waist, pulling you into her lap with an ease that catches you off guard. You're stunned into silence, and she wraps her arms around you, enveloping you in a tight embrace. You let out a yelp, and her nails dig into your skin, the sting making you bite back a groan. She places her chin on top of your shoulder, and her hands move lower, settling on your hips. She squeezes and forces your hips into a grind, her thigh meeting the apex of your legs. Your eyes flutter shut, a wave of heat pooling between your legs, a warmth filling the pit of your stomach, a small moan escaping your lips. She chuckles, her breath tickling the back of your neck.

"Fuck," you choke out, the embarrassment clear in your tone as you continue to your center against the smooth skin of her thigh.

"You're funny," she murmurs with a smile, and presses a kiss on your cheek. 

A blush creeps onto your cheeks, and you hide your face, burying it into her neck. You inhale deeply, her scent filling your nose. She still smells so sweet, like dessert, and you want to lick her, devour her, but instead, you press your lips to her skin, and she moans, gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark.

"God, you're so beautiful," she whispers, her nails digging into your hips. "So, so pretty."

You moan, the heat between your legs intensifying. Her words go straight to your core, and you can't help the small, high-pitched whine that leaves your mouth, a sound you'd be ashamed of if not for the fact that you can't think, can't focus, can't even process her words.

One of her hands slips around your waist, grabbing at the bare flesh of your ass. Your breath hitches, and she pulls you closer, her mouth finding the spot on your neck that drives you wild. Her teeth scrape against your skin, and her tongue laps at the hollow of your collarbone, the sensation eliciting a loud moan. You tilt your head, allowing her access, and her mouth moves downward, to your breast, her tongue circling one of your nipples. Your eyes squeeze shut, the tension in your abdomen mounting. It was overstimulating, her thighs, the way her tongue felt against you, the way her fingers squeezed at the flesh of your ass, the way her hands explored the planes of your body, and it was all too much. 

"I'm gonna—" you start, and her hand moves between your legs, pressing her fingers against your throbbing clit. 

You let out a cry, the orgasm hitting you hard, the intensity somehow stronger than before. Her fingers slide easily against you, and you clench around her, the waves of pleasure washing over your body.

She lets out a soft sigh, and she pulls away, her black eyes meeting yours. You don't care enough to feel frightened this time though, being so flooded with exhaustion that you collapse back onto the bed, barely able to keep your eyes open. Sharp, short breaths escape from your lips, and a numbness starts to spread throughout your limbs, a strange calm settling over your body that you've never felt before. Somewhere in the back of your brain, alarm bells are going off, but they're drowned out by a heavy sleepiness that takes over you. 

"Go back to sleep, Y/N." she says, her voice distant, muffled. "It's alright."

You can feel the weight of the world bearing down on your shoulders, and the bags under your eyes seem to grow heavier and darker with every passing second. It has been a very long time since you were last able to sleep properly. You wanted to talk to Bada more, but you can feel yourself beginning to lose control, your mind going blank and your muscles becoming weak. 

"Bada..." you mumble, her name rolling off your tongue.

Before you can further speak, the darkness seeps into your mind, and you allow yourself to succumb. But, the feeling that accompanies you into sleep is an uneasy one, a cold sensation wrapping itself around your body like a snake squeezing the life out of its prey. 

"Good night," Bada whispers, the words echoing in the darkness, the sound fading into nothingness. 

[darlingdaisyfarm]

MORE STANLEY TALK MORE STANLEY TALK!!!

I lowkey just wanna make out with him fr, just like stay up super late with him, watch some shitty tv in our underwear. Then lowering the volume to ask each other basic questions like: Did you pay that one bill off? How was your day? Do you wanna go to the store with me tomorrow? Can you take out the trash before you go to bed? Do you really love me? Can I kiss you?

And then the two of you do, and it’s short and sweet and cute at first. Goodnight kisses and peck, but the neither of you pull away and it turns into something nastier. Wet loud kissing sounds just bounce off the wall and the two of you are just humping each other because you love each other so much and you’re both just so damn horny and missed each other all week and-

Im so goddamn lonely.

godddd yes. yes to all of this. making out with Stan in nothing but your underwear. i really love writing about kisses. any kind of kisses, sloppy, lazy, messy or soft, light ones, whatever. and i really love that state where both people are just touching each other so sensually, like they’re just about to start making love. ugh i adore that kind of intimacy so much, so thank you for giving me the chance to write smth about kisses!!

nsfw-ish? i guess? one mention of Stanley as your husband

“did you pay that one bill?”

“yeah.”

“can you take the trash out later?”

“mhm.”

then you ask if he wants to go to the store tomorrow, and he shrugs, then presses a kiss to your shoulder and mumbles, “sure, babe. i just wanna be with you.”

“you still love me?”

“more than anything.”

and then there’s a pause. “can i kiss you?”

“yes please” you smile when you hear that little noise he makes when you lean in first, as if he wasn’t expecting it, even though he hoped.

those first few kisses are barely there. kisses that say “yes, i still love you” or “im always here for you” so soft and habitual. Stanley kisses your eyelids trying to keep the dreams away, kisses your cheek, it’s muscle memory at this point. he tilts your face up with one big palm, the roughness of it against your jaw making your breath hiccup a little, and he just stays there for a second, holding you like that because he knows you like the physical contact. and you do. god, you do.

you still haven’t gotten used to how big this man is. in every possible way. when he pulls you into his lap and lets you settle your weight down, it feels like falling into a sea you’d happily drown in. your thighs wrap around his big hips and your hands play with the edge of his tank top, fingers brushing up under the hem until you find that familiar warmth, that trail of hair, the golden chain sliding cold against your knuckles. your hands are roaming, and Stanley gasps softly when you tug a little at the waistband of his boxers. the tv’s still running but neither of you care.

biting at his lower lip just to hear him chuckle, that deep, hoarse, sleepy chuckle, and you giggle too. Stan answers by grabbing a fistful of your ass and rolling his hips up into you, what makes you gasp into his mouth. a little revenge.

and it’s slow. aching, even. but you continue playing with the edge of his gold chain.

Stanley keeps one arm around your waist, the other still cradling your cheek, and starts thrusting his hips again, slowly, moving, so that you end up grinding on him slow as molasses. his eyes are half-lidded, barely clinging to the tv, but you both know he’s not watching. not really.

you’re exhausted, but the idea of sleep is laughable. the warmth of the bed can’t compare to the heat of your husband, your Stanley, to the solid presence of his big body. and right as your eyes flutter shut against his shoulder, Stan moves again, dragging you along with him in the laziest, filthiest rhythm, the two of you are sleepily fucking through layers of cotton.

his hands trail down your back, warm and wide, teasing the edge of your underwear and slipping a few fingers beneath just enough to make you gasp again. and then he leans in, whispering against your lips, “i’m not even gonna take ‘em off to fuck you, baby.” you whimper and brace your hand on his shoulder like that’ll help you, but nothing could. his voice is a rasp against your mouth, from cigarettes or sleep, you don't know, probably both. Stanley groans when your hips catch just right, meeting his thrusts, you grind down again, feeling how hard he's getting, and his head tilts back to give you his throat, which you happily leave a kiss on.

you’re not even having sex yet, just humping, rolling your hips like teenagers because your bodies need to touch, saying i love you without even using words.

kisses. so many kisses. you press kisses to his ear, bite it when he breathes too hard, then move to his temple, then his forehead, murmuring between kisses, “i wanna make love to you so bad, Stanley, i love you, i need you, want to feel you, want you close” it makes him shiver, wrapping his arms around you so snug it feels like nothing bad could ever reach you again

and neither of you’s going to sleep anytime soon, because no bed could ever be as warm as his body beneath you.

[puck-luck]

Hello Andy!! May I please get a cappuccino with peppermint* and cold foam** for Matt Boldy?

*Friends with benefits

**“Oh, you’re such a tease!” or something similar I'm not picky

will do, buddy! hope you enjoy! sorry for your loss. i'm pretty sure your bracket is still at the top of our league though (which i am not jealous of... at all...)

“Okay, I’ve only got an hour, so we’ve gotta be quick,” Matt tells you as he lets himself into your apartment with his key. “I’ve got some stuff to do at the rink for the end of the season, but I wanted to swing by first.”

“Wow, lucky me,” you reply. Though he hadn’t texted you that he was coming over, you’re not surprised to see him. Matt used to come over all the time when you were just friends, enough to warrant the printing of an extra key just for him. He had complained about driving over here for nothing one too many times when you weren’t home, and though you reminded him that he could just check your location before coming over, he got the key anyway. It was just easier to hand it off and expect to have company in your apartment when you get home.

Matt probably spends more time in your apartment than he does his own, especially during hockey season. His apartment might be nicer, but yours has a better route to the rink than his does. It’s basically a straight shot, whereas he has to take turns. It’s a silly reason, but you’ve made peace with the fact that Matt actually wants to spend time with you and he’s making excuses. 

“Don’t be difficult, this is the ‘benefits’ part of friends with benefits,” Matt says. He’s kicking off his shoes messily and striding towards your couch, which is where you’d been sitting before Matt rushed into your apartment like a tornado. 

You’ve sat up to meet him when he reaches the couch, ready to swing a leg over his lap and straddle him, but Matt crashes into you and pushes you flat against the cushions. His tongue finds its way into your mouth almost immediately, body weaseling its way between your legs so that he can grind against your core. He swallows your retort with enthusiastic kiss after enthusiastic kiss.

The benefits thing is still pretty new for you both, just to the point that you’re both still very into it and neither of you have developed further feelings, as friends with benefits relationships often do. You hang out, you hook up, and everything is fine.

He undresses you quickly, his bare fingertips feeling like licks of fire against your body. The physical sensations haven’t faded or dimmed at all since you’ve been hooking up with Matt. In fact, you feel like they’ve only intensified.

Once you’re both naked, Matt licks over your body at an unhurried pace. For a man who burst into your living room and declared that he only had an hour, he’s acting like he has all the time in the world. He sucks on your nipples, lavishing them with attention. His eyelashes flutter as his eyelids fall shut, pleasured hums emanating quietly from his body. If not for the way your body reacts to the vibrations, you would think you were hearing things. 

He makes his way down between your legs, tongue tracing your folds and teasing your clit. He has no urgency, like you’d acknowledged before, and it’s bothering you. Matt has been traveling extra because of the playoffs, super focused on that and performing very well you might add, but you haven’t gotten laid in the meantime. So now, with him saying he’s only got so long but dilly-dallying, you feel justified in berating him. 

“Are you going to get down and dirty with it or are you going to keep teasing me?” you demand, running your fingers through Matt’s hair and pushing it out of his face.

He looks up at you and mocks your tone, not saying any actual words but choosing to make “womp-womp” noises like the parents in Charlie Brown. He then puts his attention back on your cunt, licking a stripe up your slit before he answers you. “Don’t know,” he says conversationally, as if his mouth isn’t poised right before your entrance. “Time’s it?”

You look at the clock on your bookshelf. “Almost noon.”

Matt freezes. “Oh, shit, I gotta go.” He scrambles back onto his heels, then leaves the couch entirely. Your legs are still spread and your pussy is wet, yet neglected due to the way Matt has launched himself from your living room. His departure perfectly reflects his entrance into your apartment.

You push yourself up on your elbows and stare at him, jaw dropped. “Matthew,” you demand. “You are not being serious right now. You’re not leaving in the middle of this.”

“Gotta,” he says with a shrug, pulling his shirt over his head. “We’re doing a lunch for Flower and then cleaning out lockers. Exit interviews. You know, that sort of thing. It’s mandatory.”

“You fucking tease,” you accuse in an affronted voice. When he turns to find his shoes, you repeat his name, more serious and louder than before. You throw in his middle name for good measure. “Matthew Edward Boldy.”

He looks at you, an expression full of apologetic ‘no-room-for-argument’ on his face. He holds his shoes in one hand, pointing at you with the other. “I’ll be back later.”

“I’m going to change the locks.”

“No you’re not. I’ll be back later.” He backs out of the apartment and locks the door behind him, still shoeless as he exits, and you’re left sexually frustrated on your own damn couch.

[sabersandsnipers]

A Trap Lies Ahead

Request:

How would romanced Astarion react to Tav (probably a bard Tav) offering to use themself as bait to lure out one of Astarion's sibling vampire spawn? Like, instead of just running into Dal and Petras, Tav preforms at where Astarion says are frequent haunts of his siblings, with Tav basically making themself seem like an easy target. Just an idea for a scenario.

You stare at your reflection in the standing mirror. Astarion flits around you, a tape measure hanging around his neck. His actions are precise and practiced, and you notice the focus in his gaze. 

His confidence does nothing to cure your nerves, though. After brainstorming for hours on how to lure one of his fellow spawn in for questioning, you didn’t think offering yourself as bait would be something to consider. You were even more surprised that Astarion even agreed it. But he’s determined to corner another vampire and get answers. 

Astarion lines the tape up with one of your arms, and you shiver as his fingertips brush against your skin. His gaze meets yours briefly. He studies you for a moment, and you hope he doesn’t notice the fear crawling within you. 

But centuries of studying people has made him an expert at reading expressions. He lets his touch linger on your skin a moment longer, a small gesture of comfort. You know he senses the worry in you. 

A few minutes later he pauses in front of you. You glance down at him from the pedestal he put you on.

“I have all the measurements I need,” he tells you. He plays with the measuring tape in his hands. “I’ll get to work on the dress.” 

His eyes flit around nervously, and he’s unable to meet your gaze. Your hands have started shaking at the thought of baring yourself to the danger ahead, and you know anxiety has started to grip him as well. You tilt his chin up, forcing him to look at you. 

“We’ll get through this,” you say, as much to yourself as to him. 

He sighs, but his stance remains tense. He steps forward a bit and buries his face in your chest, inhaling your scent. You lace your fingers in his curls and press a kiss to top of his head. 

“I’m sorry I’m putting you through this,” he says. Your heart clenches at the hurt in his voice. This is as much torture for him as it is for you. 

You cradle his face in your hands, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone. His eyelids flutter closed at the sensation. 

“I trust you, Astarion. And we have to do something. We can’t just wait for them to come to us,” you tell him, hoping your words will ease some of his guilt. 

He grabs your hand and places a kiss on your palm. His eyes meet yours, a new determination settling within them. 

“I will be close by, love,” he says. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

A smile pulls at your lips, and your body warms at his protectiveness. “I know. I just worry you might do your job too well with how that dress is gonna look,” you joke. 

He lets out a breathy laugh. “I will admit you’re going to have to look irresistible, but you don’t even need a dress to do that in my opinion.” 

Your cheeks flush with heat. “As long as you’re the only one that  gets to touch me by the time the night’s over.” 

His hands grip your hips and lift you up to place you before him. His gaze now looks down on you, but the way he looks at you doesn’t make you feel smaller. 

“If they lay a hand on you, they will know a different fear by the time I’m done with them.” His words are hard but his expression is soft. You can’t help the shiver of excitement that runs through you at his promise. 

His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling your forehead against his. You let out a breath at his proximity, savoring the way his thumb strokes the sensitive skin on your neck. The stress that had gripped you so tightly before has vanished with Astarion’s words. 

And you can’t help but feel sorry for any enemy that has the guts to touch Astarion’s mate.

[angeliteeyes]

Tutor Jean x Reader

You receive a surprise visit from your tutor, but you end up with an entirely new problem to solve

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"Are you sure this is okay? It's so late already."

She smiled at you as she sat down, though bags were already forming under her eyes. You were in the middle of studying for an exam (or rather, staring at a single spot on your notebook dazed and unfocused) when you heard your doorbell ring. Not expecting any visitors, you gazed through the peephole, only to find your tutor.

"It's not a problem at all. Your test's tomorrow, so I wanted to check how everything's coming along." You shuffled slightly to the side in embarrassment. When you two had first begun these lessons, you attempted to hide just how lost you were regarding the material. Obviously, you didn't do that great of a job. Her instincts had been trained to perceive those sorts of behaviors in students—pretend nods of understanding, incorrect answers to even the basics, and just about everything else you did during your first session.

Thankfully, Jean was the type who broke through those barriers with ease, using her reassuring tone and gentle pressure to encourage you to push through difficult subjects. If it weren't for her, you're sure you would've already failed this class months ago.

"Thank you so much, Jean. I've got the simpler questions down, but there was one I wasn't sure about." You spun your paper around to face her, a blot of red ink marking one section. She leaned over to study it, shutting her eyes for a moment.

"Right, we ran out of time before we could cover this. May I borrow a pen?" You reached out to press one into her palm. As you did, you sensed an unusual tremor coming from it, shifting your eyes to check the rest of her. Her eyelids repeatedly squinted shut, and her head swayed back and forth, hovering over the hard desk. Within moments, a bang echoed through your room.

"Jean? Hey, Jean!" You rushed to lift her head up from where it landed, finding her drowsy face staring blankly into nothingness. Her pale skin looked ghostly. You bit your lower lip.

"Why did you come over if you clearly weren't feeling good..." Despite chastising her, you couldn't help but think back to the numerous times you've spotted others bombarding her with petty help requests. Sure, she should take care of herself more, but it wouldn't be so hard for her if others gave her some space. That felt strange coming from you, though, given the circumstances.

To be honest, the guilt was starting to get to you. In your defense, it's not like you realized just how incredibly busy Jean was on a typical day. All you knew was you needed help, and when you asked a classmate about potential tutors, her name came up. When she readily accepted your request, you thought nothing of it.

But then you began to notice her more and more. Her blonde ponytail caught your eyes as it swished around from side to side. What truly got your attention, though, wasn't actually her at all; it was the people around her. Some appeared well-intentioned and considerate, but the majority acted as if she was a walking help dispenser instead of a tired, overworked woman.

And the worst part? She just let it happen. You knew from your time with her that she never intended to be such a pushover. If anything, she was rather strict in many regards. Whenever you started slacking off on practice sheets, she would be the first to point it out and force you into completing them. Even the amount of water you drank was scrutinized by her, but Jean refused to treat herself with that same level of care and consideration.

Thankfully, Jean appeared a bit more stable now, and her cheeks gained some of their color back. Her eyes, previously unfocused, were now locked with yours.

"I'm fine, really. I just didn't sleep great last night. Right, so the question you were struggling with—"

"Stop it." Both of you paused for a moment, surprised at your interruption. You cleared your throat.

"Jean... this isn't okay. You're going to get seriously hurt if you keep acting like this. I couldn't forgive myself if I let that happen. You matter more than some stupid test question, got it?" Her eyes turned further downward with each sentence. For several seconds, her throat and lips shifted around, searching for the right way to respond.

"You're right, it's just... I want to be someone people can rely on, no matter what they're going through. And people's troubles don't just go away because I'm a little tired.

You sighed. It was hard to argue with her about not overworking for the sake of others when you yourself relied on her. Jean's pure-hearted desire to act as a pillar for her peers wasn't exactly wrong, either. True, some took advantage, but many earnestly needed someone on their side, and their lives changed for the better after Jean took on that role. Would it be right of you to force her into not caring for others? Was it fair to those who benefitted from her kindness to strip it away from them? Silence permeated through the air for a few moments, before an idea hit you.

"Let me help you, then. I might not be as capable as you are, but I'm sure there's something I can do for you." Jean's hand immediately went up, her palm waving in dismissal.

"No, I couldn't make you do that. You're busy with your own matters, after all. It'd be rude of me."

Of course she would say that. Not only is her pride too big to blatantly accept such an offer, but you probably don't sound all that convincing either. The more you think about it, there's had to have been countless people in her life who've claimed they could be relied on, only to flake out when she actually needed it. In that case, wouldn't it make more sense to just... show her?

*

"We're already done, actually."

"Huh?" Jean stood in front of her teacher, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. Ever since classes began, she'd taken on the job of assisting with cleaning the rooms after the final bell rang. Initially, she and a couple of other classmates took part, but the numbers quickly dwindled down to one. It had become a guaranteed part of her daily routine. That is, until today.

"Another student came by while you were away and offered to help. Said they were a friend of yours? Let me think..." As the teacher described said person's features, it clicked in Jean's mind who they were. Concern wracked through her.

"Where are they now? Are they still here?"

"Oh, no, they already left. They did write a note for you, though. Here." They held out a piece of notebook paper, a design she recognized from your many sessions together. Curious, she quickly grabbed it and scanned the words written on it.

Don't bring lunch tomorrow! :D

"....Huh?"

[whatt-the]

Something something mullet stan whoring himself out to you because you gave him basic human respect and kindness

Yeah. He's sure knows how he got here, pressed against your much softer skin. He knows it all too well.

How you offered to pay for the food he was previously planning to steal during rush hour at a local diner in your city.

How you made conversation with him while he sat across from you, leaning closer to him on your seat so he wouldn't need to strain his clearly overworked and abused vocal chords on answering you.

How you encouraged him to tell you more about himself, something he didn't expect himself to be so inclined to do- had you put a spell on him? Lying to you seemed like a bigger crime than all of the fraud and theft he'd ever done.

How you laughed at his little jokes, how you didn't seem to know he was at his lowest.

Well, he didn't seem to notice it either when he was around you. So much so that he made plans to meet with you later at the very same diner.

Oh how his heart skipped a beat when you held his hand as you guided him to the exit- after paying for his food, after being so careful when you noticed you'd touched on a sensitive topic for him while talking to him, after looking at him not with anger, not with disgust, not with pity- but instead with compassion.

He really didn't believe in love at first sight, you know? He didn't fall for any of that sappy stuff. But when he stared into your eyes with the most lovestruck gaze as you said your goodbyes, he knew. And he knew just as well as he knows now, with your gentle touch against him.

He didn't deserve you. He had it confirmed in his mind during your second meeting at the diner. He worked hard to earn the extra 20 dollars to make absolutely sure that he could afford to pay for you this time: he felt this desperate need to impress you that nothing but attraction could explain away. He could feel his pain and struggle melt into nothing whenever he talked to you, he could feel his heart racing, he could feel his eyes darting to places where they shouldn't-

He just couldn't help himself huh? Getting treated like person got him all worked up and much too bothered in his own clothes. But again, he couldn't help himself. He didn't remember the last time that he was treated with respect... did it ever even happen?

The rest of the date was a blur to him right now. His memory failed him like never before: he could think of nothing more than the current moment and how perfect it felt. It was foreign to poor little stanley, you see... to be caught in such a vulnerable and needy state. You continue to caress his sides as you slip your hands underneath his tshirt, leaning down to kiss him again. He kissed back with such fervor that you'd imagine you were his last meal on this earth.

You had found him to be quite lovely from the moment you first met. Even if his memory failed him, yours certainly didn't. You remembered the night well: how it started with you holding his hand again, to him confessing that you were beautiful to him, to him impulsively kissing you as you both left, which now led to him laying down on a motel bed, getting oh so sweetly ruined by you.

You really were making a mess of him, running your hands over his scars, kissing down his neck then back up at his lips, slowly pulling his pants down- letting him grind against you, calling him all sorts of different pet names. He felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, he was so very grateful.

And he planned on voicing it.

As you pulled back from him and sat directly atop his crotch, you could see the product of your work. He was panting, body exposed for your enjoyment alone, sweating, letting out little gasps of your name, eyelids tightly shut. Though, soon noticing you weren't advancing your contact with him any further, he'd opened his eyes slightly, with much effort- and there, staring at you with tears threatening to flow out, he couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"Thank you-" his voice cracked as he spoke, "you're an angel"

Have a small sketch on the idea

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #11

[Mermay Special Part 1 a/n This is an interactive story, your choice continues it, so choose wisely!]

Trusting a stranger always leads to misery.

When you heard about the new student at your college, you were under the impression they'd never be someone you'd have much contact with. There were enough other students that would flock to a pretty person with undeniable charms and a charismatic, albeit a bit foreign, way of living.

So when they entered your lecture, spotted you across the room, and went straight for your row despite all the open seats, you were completely unprepared for them to ask to sit next to you. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, they started chatting and asking for a pen from you, everyone else wanting to give them what they asked for, but they waited patiently for you to fulfill their request. 

From then on, they'd ignore the mass of people begging for attention, only focusing on you and you alone. You never actually saw them take notes or study, but they'd chat you up after class and ask you to hang out. It was honestly pretty weird, but although you didn't ask to be their friend, not all of the time spent together was bad. 

However, even though you asked around about this new student, nobody—not even the groupies—seemed to know much about them once they were asked. And when you questioned them directly about their lives and very basic information, the topic always got shifted to something else. It was always a natural change of topic, nothing to be concerned about, but your questions were never answered. 

Your new friend certainly was a strange one, and yet, when they picked you up one morning from your dorm, you weren't alarmed when they invited you to visit their home country with them. They said you were the only true friend they ever made, and they'd like for you to visit their home while on break and meet their family. They had everything planned, and you had time. It was just for a week. What could go wrong?

You couldn't have known that "home country" meant another world. Like many others, you thought magic was a fantasy concept, but you didn't have the time to process your shock or ask questions as your friend wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you through the magic portal they had created. 

You heard and felt the splashing of water, a cool sensation enveloping you, and the pressure of the arm around you fading. It felt much longer than it was until the tension faded, and you took a deep breath, noticing how everything behind your closed eyelids seemed to darken. When you finally opened them, you were face to face with your "friend", yet... someone completely different.

Their looks had always been immaculate, but in the dim, fluorescent lighting and the strong dark blue contrast, they were even more ethereal. They grinned when they noticed your attention, bubbles escaping from their mouth, making you realize you were underwater. Immediately, you clasped your hands over your mouth, trying to hold in the air, but with a confused look, your friend pulled them off, laughing as they asked what you were doing. 

Somehow, you could hear them, loud and clear, and before you noticed your carelessness, you breathed in, but the feeling of drowning you expected never came. Your friend laughed some more as they pulled you upwards, and your eyes fell to their hips as shimmering scales greeted you on a long fishtail. You could not believe your eyes until your friend pointed out your own tail. 

Even in a body of water, you felt like a fish on land, awkward, unable to move much on your own. You held on tight to your friend, and they didn't seem to mind, navigating you smoothly through the water and in front of a reflecting surface so you could see yourself in your whole merfolk glory. It was hard to take in the image of you that mirrored your every move, but it just wasn't you. Your friend watched quietly, a satisfied smile on their lips as you moved around, still as clumsy as a toddler.

You had yet to work through the discovery of magic and the change of your body when your friend decided it was time to meet their family, and you still couldn't do much about your inability to move around freely. You had to rely on your friend entirely, and when they opened the door to the room you woke up in, you saw even more darkness awaiting you. Without them, you'd genuinely be stuck in this place, unable to go home on your own and uncomfortable in your own body and in an environment that didn't greet you warmly like you expected a family home to. 

You had no choice but to put your trust in your friend.

Allowing them to lead you through the corridors, you at least figured out how to move, although it cost you a lot of strength and felt unnatural to you. But at least you weren't alone, and your friend encouraged and praised you for your progress. It was pretty dark, but your friend's hand never left yours, so it wasn't as frightening as you thought.

It was a big shock when suddenly, you two turned into a corridor, and a large hall opened up in front of you with blinding lights shining down on you. You had to blink a few times before you could make out the faces of hundreds of other merfolk waiting and crowding around you two, and suddenly, you felt like the new student everyone wanted to meet. 

But at least you weren't alone, although your friend's attention was no longer on you. 

Instead, they faced two imposing figures sitting on coral thrones with crowns raking from their silvery hair. You grew even more nervous, clinging to your friend when they suddenly let go of you, leaving you stranded in the middle of the room to swim up to the stately mermaid and merman, greeting them with a hug. However, their gazes fixated on you again after greeting your friend, and when they spoke, you initially couldn't understand the language.

"So that's your choice?" the pretty mermaid asked your friend, glancing at you disappointedly. 

"Are you sure you want to marry into this family, human?" the merman next to her asked, addressing you. Your friend returned to your side, wrapped their arm around your waist, and pulled you closer.

"What kind of question is that, Father? We love each other."

The number of double-takes you made with all these statements was possibly record-breaking, and you looked helplessly at your friend. However, they only smile at you encouragingly and with all eyes on you,

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

I was thinking about Shadow Milk and thought it be cool if like he meets a cookie with similar powers as his... But like.. Dolls. Like they're powerful and can bring sentient life to inanimate dolls and toys they create that do their bidding to protect their creator. But in stark contrast to Shadow Milk, the other just wants to live a peaceful life...

Sorry, I needed to get this out of my head.

added a bit more to this since I got inspired, but here you go anon!

Requested Prompts #17 - 💓

It was a peaceful day within your realm, the toy-box. You, Golden Butter Cookie, had the ability to create dolls with sentient life out of almost nothing, you just needed some basic materials and boom! instant doll servants... You guess. You created this entire realm just to escape the pressure of your duties as one of the saviors of cookie kind, it was a stressful job, y'know? But... these days, you just remained in your realm. Many would call you a coward, or apathetic towards the fate of your people. But it would be a one against five battle! You can't win against your own strength times'd by five! But, even though you're hidden away. That doesn't stop certain annoyances from pestering you. You finished your walk over to the pile of dolls, crouching down to look at the cookie buried underneath them. " ...Shadow Milk Cookie," You began in a tired tone, your eyelids narrowed at him. " How many times have I told you to stop coming here? I already told you my answer." The blue-toned cookie underneath the pile of plushies grinned. " And I keep telling you that you'll change your mind once you see all the fun we're having!" He exclaimed, a light, sadistic glint shimmered in his eyes. You groaned, he was always like this, always so insistent. " I'm not interested, I've already seen what you and the others are now calling 'fun' and I have to say that it's rather boring." You rest your head in your hand, tilted at angle. Witches above you just wanted to get this over with so he'd leave you alone for the next week or so. " Oh come on! You can't seriously be saying that!" He whined, squirming underneath the pile. With a sigh, you released him from your security measures slowly. " Just come watch one of my shows! Then you'll see!" He looked almost desperate for a second before it was covered up with hopeful glee. And yet, as you always had. " I'd rather not, knowing what you're into these days." You'd say, rejecting his offer on the spot. You could see the flash of disappointment go through his eyes, but it soon disappeared. " Suit yourself!" He beamed, but what happened next was rather... different than how these things usually go. He grabbed your cheeks, then leaned in and planted an over-dramatic kiss on your forehead with an exaggerated 'mwah!'. He then let go, taking a step back with a wide grin on his face. " I'll be heading out now, but I'll be back like always! Love you!" Was all he left you with before he left the toy-box. To say you were surprised would be the least of it. You held your hand up to your forehead just to check if he'd done anything, but no, it was just a simple kiss. Yet it wasn't so simple, was it? he'd never done that before, it was new. You both hoped that he'd do it again the next time he visited, and that he wouldn't for fear of your feelings towards him becoming too complicated. Except what both you and he didn't know, was that this would be his last visit.