#the puffy cheeks after the kiss too… crying and throwing up that’s my baby

[mushlooms]

it’s the way bella ramsey actually BLUSHED during the photo booth scene when ellie & riley’s faces came close to each other! her!!! cheeks!!! went!!! red!!!! losing my mind i love my lesbian daughter so bad thank u bella for everything

[dwaekkicidal]

𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋: '𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝖽' ༄࿔ 𝖡.𝖢.

⤷ Size Kink | Stomach Bulge | Teratophilia (Wolf-Hybrid)

♱ word count: 1.8k

♱ warnings: fem!reader, Red Riding Hood reader x Wolf Hybrid Chan, I never specify body type but this has stomach bulge & Chris is described to be bigger than the reader so read at ur own discretion, size kink, teratophilia, knotting, kinda corruption?, bribery/coercing, lowkey kinda mean chris (everyone act surprised. Sian wrote mean dom), rough sex + big dick chris with no mentions of prep, biting, public sex? Its in a forest but nobody is around, 1 use of “good girl’

sorta proofread

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“Tsk tsk tsk… You should know better than to be this far out in the woods, Red. You know this is my territory.”

“C-Chris! Listen… I’m really sorry but I need that plant over there. Grandma isn’t doing well and the only remedy that will help needs just a few of those flowers…” The tall man looks over his shoulder, eyeing the purple-colored flowers that you had pointed out.

“Hm… Okay, you can have a few.” The bright smile that grew on your face was almost enough to let you take it for free. Almost.

“Thank-” “On one condition.” 

“C’mon, sweet girl. You know I don’t do things for free~” His rough fingers stroked your cheek and he couldn’t help but grin as your smile dropped. The canines that peeked out from behind his plump lips were enough to bring you back to reality and remind you that he was in fact still a wolf hybrid and not so much your “friendly” neighbor.

“What exactly do you want…?” His grin seemed to get wider before he took his bottom lip between his teeth. A predatory glint took over his eyes as he slowly looked you up and down.

“I have something in mind…”

“Open the fuck up.”

His growl rumbles from deep within his chest and he thrusts his hips forward aggressively, causing you to cry out. Your thighs ache from the action, along with your swollen pussy thanks to the big dick that was currently tearing your insides up. You lost count after the first 5 inches, and now the seemingly never-ending length was quickly becoming too much for you.

He knew this all too well. But that didn’t stop him from forcing you and your little human body to take every last inch of his thick cock inside of you.

“C’mon Little Red, you can take it. You need to, remember?” He chuckles and pushes your thighs further apart. “You need those pretty little flowers, so you need to take my fucking cock.” His smile drops at the end of the sentence and he pulls out just to roughly thrust back inside. You moan out in surprise and his fingers dig further into your thighs, leaving crescent-shaped divots in your skin. 

“P-Please…” He clicks his tongue and leans forward more, shoving his face into your neck with another growl. With this, he manages to push another inch or two into your puffy hole, but your mind is so foggy that you don’t even notice it right away. The feeling of him breaching your walls so aggressively, all while he growls and huffs about how he needs to be all the way in for it to “count as payment” makes your head spin.

Even more so as a sob rips from your throat when he finally bottoms out. Your jaw drops and you squeal as his hips grind against yours, causing him to feel deeper all while he rubs against your G-Spot so perfectly. He throws his head back at the feeling of you completely wrapped around him and groans deeply when you clench subconsciously.

“There we go~ Good job, baby.” He licks a stripe up your neck before placing kisses all over it, letting you take a few seconds to breathe. He wasn’t that much of a brute- he did still care for you after all. Plus, what good is a new toy if you break it so early on!? So he takes a few seconds to himself, backing away and fixing his posture, allowing him to get a good look at you. And God do you look exquisite.

He licks his lips and looks over your body multiple times, doing everything in his power to burn this image of you into his head. He starts with your pretty lips, swollen and shiny with drool, and then your flushed cheeks that are wet from the fat tears that fall down them.

His eyes glance at your arms, smiling to himself at the army of goosebumps that have littered your skin as your body shakes deliciously with what he can’t decipher if it’s pleasure or pain. Your chest catches his eyes next; the way it heaves with each breath you take makes his chest swell with pride. But the thing that took the most of his attention, was the not-so-little bump on your tummy.

His lips were slightly parted and his breath was quickening as he lightly traced the outline of his dick. It’s at this point that he realizes just how large and wide he is compared to you. He’s always noticed- it’s quite hard not to. But when he has you like this, below him and completely at his mercy, he finally realizes just how much bigger he is. The sun only urges him further, casting a giant shadow over you that completely covers you and some of the ground you lay upon.

It makes his instincts go absolutely crazy and he can’t hold himself back from experimentally thrusting, moving at an angle that makes the bulge more prominent. The squeak you let out causes his eyes to flicker back up to your face, essentially snapping him out of the daze he was in. And when he meets your confused face looking up at him, he realizes how long he has been staring.

“Haha… Take a look at this, baby.” He wipes some of your tears and tilts your chin to help you look down. The desperate moan you let out sends his ego to the moon, causing him to twitch against your walls. He huffs out a laugh in disbelief and begins to move his hips, thrusting into you slowly yet roughly.

“I’m so deep… You feel that, baby?” His hand moves from your thigh and pushes down on your lower stomach, right on top of where the bulge popped out each time he bottomed out. “Fffuck.. ‘S my fat cock in your tummy?”

“God- Fuck, shut up Chris-” You clench tightly at his words despite your words and he ignores you in favor of picking up his pace, groaning when your walls flutter around him even more.

“You feel so fucking good. It’s almost like this pretty pussy was meant for me.” You swear you almost see his eyes roll into the back of his head, but he immediately brings your attention away by folding you in half. Pushing your knees to your chest and letting your ass hang in the air as he completely hovers over you, fucking into you with carnal need.

This new position makes you see stars and he uses it to his advantage, pounding into you and not allowing you time to think straight. He chases this brutal pace until your legs begin to ache, the pain of it overpowering the pleasure and making you hurriedly tap on his shoulder and push him back, “Fuck, wait- my legs.”

He huffs in annoyance but responds immediately, sitting up straight and allowing your legs to fall to his sides. His hips continue to thrust shallowly as you breathe deeply and try to rub the ache away, but this break doesn’t last long. You owe him payment, and he wants it now.

So he pulls out, opting to quickly flip you onto your knees and push your chest into the ground. You’re given no time to object before he’s shoving his entire length back inside with a groan. Your body shakes at the feeling of being absolutely filled to the brim. The back of your throat even itches as if his tip was poking it. And god, did it genuinely feel like that.

It’s not hard for him to find his previous pace, especially now that you’re seemingly more pliant for him. The only disobedient action from you is your cries for him to slow down, but he has no plans to. Not when you look absolutely ruined below him.

He shushes you and leans forward, holding you down with his chest against your back as he continues to fuck you as if his life depends on it.

“Shhhhh… It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re gonna be good and take it right? You're gonna let the big bad wolf fuck your brains out? Yea?” Your fingers dig into the ground and you nod as best as you can with your cheek shoved against the floor.

He’s unhappy with the silent answer and bares his teeth, sinking them into your shoulder with a growl to “Use your words.”

“Y-Yes! Please, Chris!”

“Goood girl. Just sit there and take this fucking dick. Let Wolfy use you like the good chew toy you are.” The new name makes you clench tightly around him and he groans as you cum, causing the squelching noises to become even louder. He moans and nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving small kisses before he chomps down again.

The overstimulation is starting to hit and you cry out, desperately pushing against the ground in hopes of pushing your torso up and off the floor. But that’s not what good toys do. So he growls against your neck and pushes you down, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to keep you in place as he fixes his posture.

“No. You’re gonna sit still. Good toys don’t fucking move. I can’t knot you if you’re misbehaving.” As if to prove his point, his other hand digs into your waist, holding you even more still as he rams into you.

Thanks to his thick tip incessantly knocking into your cervix, you don’t process what he says right away. At least, not until you feel an extra mass pushing against your swollen folds. “W-Wait, your knot?!?”

You hear his earrings jingle as he tilts his head and you can almost hear the shit-eating grin on his face as he mocks you. “Yes, my knot. You’re gonna take it inside of this tight. little. cunt. And you’re going to take every last drop of my cum.” You go to disagree but your body reacts on its own, clenching around him and trying to suck him in impossibly deeper.

“F-Fuck- feels like you do like that idea, baby.” He grits his teeth and starts to focus on sharp thrusts. Once his knot finally breaches your hole, you sob into your arm and bite into it to hold back a scream.

He whines and grinds into you, rubbing against your G-spot roughly as he pushes himself over the edge. You can feel his breath on your neck, heavy and heaving as he pumps you full of his seed. His body shakes with each spurt of cum he releases, and the overwhelming movements are enough to push you over the edge again; the needy grinding from him mixed with the mind-numbing feeling of being overfilled, yet forced to hold every last bit, pushing you towards another orgasm.

“Mmmm… Hold it there, yeah? Keep my pups nice and safe in their new home, and I’ll let you take as many plants as you want. Deal, Little Red?”

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[neosvcr]

"oh, don't cry, honey.. you're breaking my heart," sungchan whispers as he presses his lips against your cheek to kiss away your tears. he was being so gentle with you tonight. i mean, how couldn't he after not seeing his baby for so long? and you were just so much more sensitive today, emotionally and physically. he'd be lying if he said the sight of them fat tears escaping your glossy little eyes didn't make his cock twitch.

"what do you want, baby?" he crooned softly, his fingers circling your clit in your panties. "want me to make you feel good?" you nodded eagerly, already too gone to form a complete sentence. only dumb mewls and little 'ah- ah- ah's fell from your lips.

"n- need it, channie," you whimpered softly. and you were just so adorable to him, how could he deny you? your big, glossy eyes looking up into his as he played with your puffy cunt. he'd give you what you want, but not after a little bit more teasing. "need what, pretty?" he whispered, using his spare hand to loosen his belt. the click of the buckle as it came off was almost enough to drive you insane.

"i need you," you whined, a little pout toying at your lips. a low laugh escaped his lips at that, pulling his belt off and throwing it to the side. he pressed his lips against your forehead. "don't look so sad, sweetheart. you gonna take all of me?" sungchan whispered as he lips ghosted over yours, before pressing them together in a gentle, chaste kiss. he knew you were, you always did. you always took what he gave you so well.

"you're so wet, angel. fuck-" he grunted, his eyes dragging down to your now soaked panties. "all this for me?" he chuckled. he couldn't take it anymore. he couldn't tease you anymore, he had to be inside you. he pulled away from you to free his cock from his pants, smirking when you whined at the sudden loss of contact. "so impatient.." he whispered, his tone teasing before a hand reached up to tug on your hair.

with his free hand, he slid your panties to the side and grabbed his cock to press against your slit. he tapped his cock on your clit, rubbing your arousal all over your puffy cunt and thighs. a smirk adorned his features, slightly amused by how well you reacted to him. "cum for me like this first and then i'll let you cum on my cock," he whispered into your ear. his breath fanned against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

and, oh, you sounded so pretty for him as always. the little tears of desperation welling up in your eyes. "aww, baby," he cooed, his cock flicking agaisnt your clit at a faster pace. "what do you want?" he said, his tone slightly condescending. "want me inside you?" he raised an eyebrow. your eager nodding had him chuckling low me. "cum for me first, my love. come on, honey, cum for me. do it, baby. please cum for me," he began pleading between choppy breaths and low groans. you were so soaked, your thighs now messy with your arousal. how could you not cum for him when he treated you like this?

[sweetyyhippyy]

Figuring it Out Together. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *Fluff*

Summary: Eddie's girlfriend finds out she's expecting, at 17. She goes to Eddie's to tell him the news.

Word Count: 1.1k

TW: Listen, I love a good pregnancy trope. Teen pregnancy. Reader being scared. Mentions of Wayne smoking. Eddie trying his best, but he needs to read the room. Difficult decision of keeping the pregnancy. Eddie giving Wayne gray hairs.

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Her throat felt tight as she knocked on the trailer door, waiting on the porch for someone to answer. 

She turned to stare at the green and white van parked in the muddy dead grass off to the side of the trailer, which meant Eddie was home and she actually had to have this conversation with him. 

The door to the trailer squeaks as it opens, making her turn around. 

“Hey, kid. Come on in, it’s freezing out there.” Wayne greets her, opening the door more for her to come in. “You okay? You look like you seen a ghost.” He asks her, throwing his arm around her back to try and comfort her.

She nervously shuffles in, seeing Eddie on the couch with the tv louder than it truly needed to be. 

“Hey, sweetheart. I thought you had an appointment after school?” He gets up from the couch, wrapping her up in a tight hug. 

A few tears roll down her face as she feels him embrace. 

“I did. That’s what I need to talk to you about, Eddie..” She sniffles and wipes the tears from her cheek with her fingertips. 

Wayne raises his eyebrow. He wasn’t born yesterday. He knew exactly what this conversation was going to be about. 

He clears his throat, making both of the teenagers look at him. 

“I’m going to head outside for a smoke. Give you two some privacy.” Wayne grabs his carton of cigarettes and his lighter, looking at Eddie’s girlfriend quickly. He gives her a small nod and a barely noticeable smile before grabbing his coat and walking out of the door. 

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks, rubbing her shoulders for comfort. 

She nervously pulls at her bottom lip with her teeth, trying not to make eye contact with him. 

“Baby?” He bends down to look her in her eyes, his eyebrows raised quizzically. “You’re scaring me because you’re not talking to me. What’s going on? Did something happen at school? Or at your appointment?” 

Her bottom lip quivers as she looks into his dark brown eyes, the dam breaking and fat tears rolling down her face again. She sniffles as she covers her face with her hands, swallowing the sobs she wanted to let out. 

“Wh-?” Eddie furrows his brows in concern, wrapping her shoulders in his arms and smashing her into his chest. “Baby, what’s wrong? Please talk to me. You got me thinking you got told you have six months to live or something.” He presses a kiss to her hair, before letting her go. 

Her eyes were already puffy from the tears, the whites of her eyes watery and slightly red. “Eddie.” She sighs shakily. “I’m pregnant.” Her eyes look up at him, waiting for him to have a reaction. 

His eyes grow wide immediately, his mouth hanging open. After a few seconds of silence, which felt like hours, Eddie sucks in a breath. “Alright… okay…” He nods his head, now chewing on his lip. 

“Please don’t be mad. I’ve been crying for the past hour, I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do.” She sobs, pulling away from him. 

“Wait, I’m not mad. I’m not mad.” He grabs her shoulders softly. “This lands on me too, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure it was my fault anyway.” He sighs heavily, rubbing at the back of his neck. “That night I didn’t have a condom. I was thinking with the wrong head.” He chuckles. 

“Oh my god, Eddie.” She pushes his arms off of her, turning and walking away from him angrily. “This isn’t a joke! We are going to have a child! Do you get that?! A tiny thing that is going to require constant care for the rest of our lives!” She yells, frustrated at how Eddie wasn’t freaking out like she was. 

“I don’t know how else to deal with this without making jokes.” Eddie follows after her. “I’m just as scared as you are. I just… I just want to be here for you. I know this is a lot scarier for you than it is for me.”  

She sinks down to the couch, burying her head in her hands. “Eddie.” She sighs. “What are we going to do? What the hell do we know about having a baby and raising it? We’re kids! We haven’t graduated yet! Oh my god.” She whispers to herself. 

“Can you look at me for a second?” He rests his hand on her back, rubbing it in small circles. 

She drops her hands from her face, leaning back on the couch, still sniffling. 

“There’s lots of people that don’t know what they’re doing and they have kids. We’ll figure it out together. I-if you want to. What are you thinking as far as… keeping it? D-do you want to, um… what do you want to do?” 

“I don’t know… I haven’t had much time to think about it.” She rubs at her forehead. “I mean, what do you think? Do you think we can do this? By the time I have the baby it’ll be May. It’s going to be so close to graduation and finals and stuff. I don’t want to drop out, I don’t want you to drop out. We’re going to have to figure so much stuff out. I have to tell my parents, oh god I have to tell my parents.” She huffs, throwing her head back against the back of the couch. 

Eddie touches her knee, grimacing to himself. Her parents were not a fan of Eddie by any means, and this wasn’t going to win him any points.

“Despite all that… yeah, yeah I think I want to do this.” She turns to look at Eddie’s face. “I think I want to have your baby.” 

 “So, a May baby, huh?” He smiles, trying to make her feel better. 

She rolls her head to the side, looking at him with a weak smile. “That’s what you took from that conversation? That they’ll be here in May?” She shakes her head, huffing out a small laugh. “Do you really think we can handle this? Being parents at 17?” 

“I think we can handle it. We might not have a clue but we’ll be clueless together. And I’ll be here with you through everything, I promise. I’m not going to be some dead beat that’s going to make you do this by yourself.” 

She sighs shakily, putting her hand on top of Eddie’s. “I guess we’re going to do this? Add to the teen pregnancy statistics.” She jokes. 

“Yeah, guess so.” Eddie says, taking her hand and kissing it. “How about we go tell Wayne? He’ll be easier to tell than your parents.” 

“Yeah no kidding. My father might actually strangle you.” 

The door opens, Wayne cautiously walking in. “It’s pourin’ out there. Is everything okay here?” He asks, shaking his damp coat out before hanging it up. 

“Uh well.” Eddie grunts as he gets up onto his feet, clearing his throat. “Do you want to be called Pop-Pop Wayne, PawPaw Wayne, or the classic Grandpa Wayne?” He tries his best to lighten the mood, using his best southern drawl.

“Oh my god.” Wayne and say in unison. 

[cinhomi]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Han Jisung x fem reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hard dom Jisung, angry sex (oopsie), unprotected sex (boo), slapping/spanking, a bit of manhandling??

a little something to excuse myself for the long wait. wrote it on the bus on my way home, might include some of these lines on my rockstar Ji fic

thinking about Jisung and his long wavy brown hair dripping with his sweat while he pounds into you. his necklace shining under the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand, cross pendant swinging back and forth in the air colliding with his chest, you being hypnotized by it.

his lips are parted, voice usually silvery being now low and rough as he throws his head back, hair sticking to his forehead. he's been fucking you for hours and he doesn't seem to get tired. his grip on you is bruising, you're all sticky and dirty and honestly kind of mentally gone because of the past three orgasms. thinking about how his hard, pretty cock leaks inside you and it fills, it just fills all of you and you're so in love with the feeling that when he pulls out to edge himself you can't help but whine and plea him to just put it in again and sputter incoherent praises and declarations of love.

"shut the fuck up."

thinking about Jisung sliding his sensitive red tip between your puffy cunt after all his slapping and sucking, your slick making him slip left and right while he winches at the friction. your hands are now trying to grasp his snatched waist, broad muscular shoulders too far from your desperate hold. he cups your breasts and queezes them, smooth skin overflowing between his fingers that makes his eyes roll upwards. he goes all the way in once again in only one motion taking your breath away, slight stinging sensation deep inside you where he hits you faster, faster, faster. he fucks into you like he does with his fleshlight, holding you up by your hips and maneuvring you to his liking, making you meet his thrusts.

"am I fucking cute now? huh?" he asks you between sharp thrusts, a veiny hand that was previously on his guitar now pinching your clit harshly, "wanna squish my cheeks? wanna boop my nose and tell me 'm good? fucking tell me then." his condescending tone making you flustered, heat spreading on your face and limbs trembling because of shame. you shouldn't have said those things to tease him, but you really didn't know he could be something other than adorable during sex.

thinking about how he slaps the side of your thigh before circling your sensitive bundle of nerves again, waiting for you to follow his request... or maybe his order. you clench hard around him.

"s-so good Ji, feels good!" and he smirks, but he doesn't seem satisfied yet. another spank is set a bit lower, near your asscheek.

"'m sorry! sorry for saying that! you're hot and sexy and- oh god, please!!" you start tearing up as you feel him pull out again, his balls now resting on your wet core as his lenght stands up against him. he's panting, air feeling harsh inside his lungs but oh if it's worth it. thinking about how he cages your legs between his muscular arms to not let you move as he rubs himself on you, laughing at how you start crying because of the emptiness, because you were close, because he's being mean.

"next time think twice before running that little mouth of yours baby..." he slowly positions himself again looking into your eyes, an expression you've never seen on him before, "you don't know what I can do to you in bed. got it?"

and you don't know how, but he bottoms out slamming into you, and your fourth orgasm happens along with his. explosively, walls clamping down on him as your shiny release gushes all over him, a bit on his abdomen, a bit running down both your thighs, his hot cum flowing out of you as he throws you back down on the abused matress.

"don't underestimate me ever again." he's hoarse, still a bit mad, but he leans down to kiss your lips softly and caress your cheek before leaving one last hit on your right tit, enamoured with the way it bounces lightly.

[shawtuzi]

i love plug!eren sm that’s literally my husband and as much as i love writing about how good he fucks let’s talk about how good he is at aftercare!!!!

“s-shit m’gonna cum, take it take all that shit,” eren grunted into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your slightly sweaty skin. you were squeezing onto his hand for dear life as he brought you to another earth shattering orgasm, his warm cum filling you up while you shook in his arms. you’d think after five rounds of sex he’d be too tired to even lift his head from your neck but here he was already standing up to retrieve a warm washcloth, but not before giving your puffy lips three quick kisses.

you sighed dreamily as if you were in a daze, you grabbed the post sex blunt he rolled earlier and lit it. “i know you didn’t spark that shit without me,” eren chuckled as he walked in the room with a rag in hand. “i’m sorryyy i couldn’t help myself,” you giggled throwing your arm over your face. eren was a little pouty at first but his frown was quickly replaced with a smile when you offered the blunt to him. “wanna take a bath when i’m done?” he asked settling between your parted legs. you shook your head mumbling something about being too tired.

the next couple of minutes were pretty quiet as eren cleaned you up, the only sound being heard was ‘pretty little birds’ playing lowly from eren’s speaker. “m’gonna hit the block tomorrow for a bit but i’ll still be able to take you to your nail appointment,” he spoke softly running washcloth over your thigh. you hummed at his words even though you weren’t completely listening all the way—i mean how could you focus when he looks so damn good post sex??? you took another hit of the blunt before speaking, “can you stay with me until i’m done? maybe we can get food afterwards?” eren nodded his head, “of course i will you know i always do.”

it was now time for your fav part of aftercare—the cuddling!!! your head was laid on his chest as he gently ran his tatted hand up and down your back. “i can already tell i’m gonna be sore tomorrow i don’t know how i’m gonna be able to walk properly,” you groaned nuzzling your face in his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his body wash. eren kissed his teeth and you looked up at him with confusion in those cute little doe eyes of yours. “baby, you know i’d carry you to whole different state if you asked. if you don’t feel like walking to the car or even into the salon you know i’ll be ready,” he chuckled running his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “you’re the best ren,” you smiled leaning up to give him three kisses.

‘in this darkness’ by clara la san began to play on the speaker and surprisingly enough eren began to hum along to it. “you know this?” you asked making eren smile. “yeah…i remember you played it one time in the car and i kept listening to it after that. kinda reminds me of you,” he said the last part so quietly you almost couldn’t hear but luckily you did. “it reminds you of me? how so?” eren was quiet for a moment before speaking, “just the lyrics and shit, i mean i do get lonely when you aren’t here and before we met my world actually almost did shut down i hated it n’ i was miserable. then you came around and just lit everything up, i was finally happy to get out of bed in the morning all because i knew i’d see or hear from you. not to be corny or whatever but i guess you could say you’re the—i don’t know light of my life or whatever.”

eren glanced at you and immediately regretted everything he said when he saw tears in your eyes, “no no no y/n please don’t start crying i’m just saying shit—” you cut eren off with a long kiss quite literally taking his breath away. “that was so sweet eren you really have a way with words you know? that sounded like it really came from the heart,” your smile was as wide as could be as you gave him another kiss. eren was never the type to put all his emotions out in the open and you could never blame him after hearing what he’d been through, so to hear him express that you were the ‘light of his life’ it meant more than anything.

after about fifteen minutes eren peeked down at your now sleeping figure, little snores coming from your parted lips. he ever so gently set you next to him—not bc he didn’t want you on him he just wanted to admire your face and body one last time for the day before he went to bed. he traced his finger from your eyebrow to your nose that you recently had double pierced, down to your lips that he was itching to kiss. if eren had to pick any part of you he loved the most it would be your lips hands down. he loved the way they looked so pretty all glossed up and shiny, and he loved it even more when you left lipstick prints on him—hence why he’s got a tattoo of a (your) lipstick print on the side of his neck. he could still remember the look of terror on your face as you inspected it but you had grown to love it just like all his other tattoos.

he looked at your naked chest as it rose and fell ever so gently as you slept. he could never quite pinpoint why you had not been happy with how your body looked in the past but he never pried afraid he’d upset you with the question. so instead throughout the expanse of your relationship he made sure to kiss every scar, every stretch mark, every imperfect perfection you had to let you know he thought you were a walking goddess and quite literally everyone including him should be kneeling at your feet.

eren pulled you closer to him and gave you one last kiss on the crown of your head before dozing off, hoping that he would see you in his dreams.

[lanadsworld]

Mike Schmidt 18+

Mike finally had time for you. After working loongg hours at this new security gig and taking care of abby aswell he finally had time for you. Abby wasn’t home and was instead with Mike’s friend Vanessa.

You and Mike were all alone in his bed just talking about life. “Yea i don’t know the pizzeria i’m working at is just weird in general” Mike says reminiscing back to his dreams that he had there. “Well I hope having a day off gives you a little break from all of it” you say looking into his tired eyes.

“Oh I know something that would definitely take my mind off all of it” Mike says with a chuckle. “Oh yea and what’s that?” you say not knowing what he was hinting at. You thought maybe a warm bubble bath or getting some fresh air.

“I want you to ride me” that was definitely not what you expected. You sit up, face getting hot and red. Mike sits up as well and starts kissing you softly like he was scared you would break if he wasn’t. You slowly get on top of him and take everything off.

You were fully nude while Mike was still was clothed. You blushed, embarrassed that you were the only one fully exposed. Even though you and mike have been together for a while it still makes you all giddy like a teenager when you two share these moments. Mike notices it, looking at you with adoration in his eyes and says “You’re so beautiful”. He kisses you again then takes off everything he had on as well.

You slowly start to put his tip in, you were so wet that it slid in easily. You still need some time to adjust to Mike’s cock even after doing this many times. You finally bottom out and the both of you let out gasp. While you are looking down at his cock slowly sliding in and out of you, Mike’s looking at you and starts kissing your tits. You throw your head back while he swirls his tongue on your sensitive nips.

“You’re taking me soo good aren’t you baby?” he says putting his hands on your hips helping you speed up the pace. “You’re so big” you say looking at his pretty face, cheeks flushed and pupils blown.

He crashes his lips into yours swallowing all your whimpers and whines getting more aggressive trying to get you to your high because he knows you deserve it. It feels too good that tears start to slowly roll down your eyes.

Mike stops his kisses just to stare at your face, pleasure written all over it. He thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Your beautiful puffy lips drooling with both yours and his saliva, your glossy eyes, your messy hair still managing to look pretty, and your pink little cheeks. He thought you looked like an angel and he could never get tired of it.

He lets go of your hips to hold you close to his chest. He starts thrusting up to an ungodly pace, holding you there and you can’t do nothing but take it. You’re tears and drool damping his chest screaming his name. “Mike ‘ts too much!” you cry out but Mike continues his hard thrust. “You can take it pretty girl you always do” he smiles as he says this. “Fuckkk you feel so good” mike gasp out.

“M- mikee cant no more!” you whine feeling that familiar funny feeling in your stomach. “Mike! Mike! i’m go-gonna-“ mike knows you all too well, “i got you baby, let it all out”. You scream as you finally reach what you’ve been trying to achieve. Mike continues thrusting trying to catch his own high.

You feel overstimulated and cry out the sound representing how sensitive you really are. Mike coos at you. He looks at you and your tears, feeling bad but he just can’t get enough of it. “don’t worry baby i’m almost there, just hold on for a little longer for me” “you feel too good” mike says closing his eyes and letting out a few grunts as he finally cums.

You guys stay there for a minute, you’re twitching still very sensitive from the whole ordeal. Mike breathing his chest going up and down. Mike puts you on your back and kisses your temple. “I’ll be right back” he says putting on some shorts and leaving to get some stuff. You just stare up the ceiling looking at his nebraska poster still brain dumb from how hard he fucked you.

Mike comes back with water and a damp warm towel. He starts to softly clean your cunt with the towel. You whine and push his hand back still overstimulated. “Sweetheart i gotta clean you up i promise i’ll make it quick” he says looking up at you with his pretty puppy eyes you can never say no to.

You pout but open your legs back up and a second later he is done. “You wanna take a bath?” he ask giving you the bottled water he got for you. You just grab his hand and softly say “just stay with me” looking up at him with those pretty big eyes that he loves. How can he say no to you??

He jumps back to bed with you, you lay your head against his chest as you slowly drift to sleep. “I love you” he mutters out and before you can close your eyes you say “I love you too”.

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Standing On The Sun And I Don’t Feel A Thing

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: hospitals, miscarriages, mentions pain, nausea, and blood, mentions abortion, mentions panic attacks, grief, anger, some angst, and mat being kind of mean, also mentions trying for a baby and I think that’s all (pls let me know if I missed any)

this takes place september 2030

“Where are the kids?” You ask, voice hoarse and eyes puffy.

“Shhh shhh. The kids are with Bev. Baby, what happened? I got a call from the hospital and I went straight to drop the kids off, thank god Beverly was home,” Mat takes a seat next to the side of the hospital bed. He brings your hand into his and you can tell he’s been crying.

“I-“ you start but stop as you start coughing.

“You need some water,” he presses the call button that alerts the nurse.

After a few sips of water, you close your eyes to try to gather your thoughts about all that you could remember.

“This morning, after I got to the photo shoot, I started feeling nauseous and my lower back was in a lot of pain. I just thought I was about to start my period. I don’t really remember anything after that. I think I remember seeing blood and then everyone started freaking out. Eventually everything went black,” you recall the foggy events that led you here.

“Do you know what happened? Did the doctor come to talk to you?” He asks but tries to hide his frantic state.

“I just woke up. I’m still in pain. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m scared, Maty,” you grip his hand really tight, bringing his palm up to your cheek for warmth and comfort.

“It’s going to be okay, baby. I love you. I’m here and you’re going to be okay,” he whispers against your forehead, willing his tears to go away.

A knock sounds on the door and Mat tells them that they can come in. The look on the doctor’s face makes you go pale.

“Is everything okay? Am I okay?” You ask warily.

“It’s nothing too serious, but I regret to inform you that you’re miscarrying at the moment,” the words fade out, your head fuzzy and heart pounding.

“I’m sorry what?” Mat says in shock.

You try to take deep breaths but everything feels shallow.

“Mrs. Barzal, you’re going through a miscarriage which is why you are experiencing severe pain and were bleeding earlier. We do, however, want to perform an ultrasound to confirm,” the doctor says in an eerie tone.

Tears spring to your eyes and you shake your head. This cannot be happening. The nausea returns and twists at your abdomen.

“That’s not possible,” you whisper.

“It’s what your blood test is telling us. We’re going to take you to a different room for your ultrasound,” the doctor says along with some other information before they leave the room.

“Oh my god,” you cover your face with your hands and throw your head back.

“I love you,” Mat kisses your forehead.

“This can’t be happening,” is the only thing you say.

An hour later it’s confirmed that your body is going through a miscarriage, and you feel like everything beneath your feet has been taken from you. You feel so empty and you didn’t even know you were pregnant.

You close your eyes and force yourself to fall asleep, but even then your mind still reels at the events of the day. Not even Mat’s hesitant touch can help you feel better.

“Y/n, wake up,” you hear Mat whisper softly in your ear a couple hours later.

You blink your eyes, the blinding light of the room making your head hurt.

“The doctor said that you will be discharged in about an hour,” he informs you, but you honestly just hear static.

Everything from that point on is a blur of unshed tears and horrific thoughts. The shrill sound of your babies wanting to be in your arms when you get home momentarily distracts you, but that emptiness lingers. You try to distract yourself with being a mom and setting up dates with your close friends. You move throughout the house, cleaning every surface over and over again to keep you sane. You go through about 4 wooden pencils as you write and write until you’re snapping each pencil in half with your strong grip. You take extra long showers to wash away each trace of grief that may be left on your body.

After a week of feeling like a robot, you start to feel every emotion you’ve been trying to push down come back up. It doesn’t help that Mat pulled himself away from you. You don’t remember the last time you had a full conversation that didn’t revolve around your kids or random topics that warranted a 30 second talk. You cancel all plans and lock yourself in the guest bedroom.

The empty feeling spreads from your stomach all over your entire body. How could you not know you were pregnant? Why wasn’t your body strong enough to keep them alive? Why did you feel so alone despite Mat being a father and a mother all while he’s trying to help you?

You sob your eyes out and twist in agony, because each time you feel like you might be okay, you’re reminded that your body failed you. No one prepares you for what it feels like to lose something you didn’t even know you could lose. You hate yourself for feeling this way, because it’s selfish when you already have kids and a husband. A family that’s already felt complete, but now it just feels broken.

It takes several phone calls to your therapist before you feel like you can function without your heart aching every second. You realized that you need your babies’ hugs and kisses. You needed to feel some kind of love.

You attempt to put back all of your broken pieces by playing with your children or napping with them. Simply just being around them puts a smile on your face. You start to feel yourself come around more. You start hanging out with friends again and laughing and feeling anything but sadness. You try to be more positive in situations you’d automatically become upset with.

The only thing that’s keeping you down is Mat. He’s become really good at being just a roommate. He’ll work with you when it comes to the kids, but other than that the space between you both feels like miles rather than inches. You’ve let him keep to himself, because you’re not sure how he’s coping with what happened- especially because you’ve locked yourself away for the past week or so.

Eventually you get tired of his silence and pressure him into talking to you.

“What’s going on?” You ask one night when he’s just getting out of the shower.

“What are you talking about?”

You stay silent for a minute and just watch him. His face conveys nonchalance, but his body is rigid.

“You know what I’m talking about, babe. Why have you been so distant with me? Is it because I’ve been sad? I’m better now and even if I wasn’t, you can still talk to me,” you say, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

His body stiffens and he slowly moves away from your touch.

That really hurts.

“It’s not about that, Y/n. Believe it or not, I’m not feeling this way because you were or are sad,” he blurts out.

He continues to move around the room, getting dressed and putting on lotion.

“Okay. So what’s wrong? Why are you being pissy with me?”

“Like you don’t know,” he says.

“Obviously I don’t. Why do you think I’m asking?” He’s really starting to make you mad.

“How could you not tell me?” He finally asks.

“Not tell you what? I’m so confused right now,” you tug on your hair and shut your eyes, trying to come up with the missing details.

“How could you not tell me that you were pregnant? I had to find out by seeing you in the hospital because you were having a miscarriage,” he just about shouts and it makes you flinch.

“I didn’t even know I was pregnant. I was just as in the dark as you were. I would’ve told you if I was pregnant. I can’t believe you’d think that I’d keep something like that from you,” you explain with your voice and head low.

“Shit. I- I’m sorry. I just assumed that you knew and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. I love you,” he gathers you in his arms and just holds you.

“I’m sorry I pushed everyone away. I just needed some time to think about things and to be sad,” you say through tears.

“It’s okay. I love you,” he kisses your temple.

“I love you.”

Later that night you’re both in bed, cuddling and basking in the comfortable silence.

“Mat?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I think you should get snipped,” you voice your most recent thought.

“What?” He questions because he’s not sure if he’s hearing things.

“I really think you should get a vasectomy,” you reiterate.

“Wait… why?”

You adjust in his grip so you can fully face him. Your hand goes to rest on his cheek and you thumb at his skin.

“I think I’m done with having babies. We have 3 and I think that’s enough,” you say.

“No. That’s not what I meant. I mean why do I have to be the one to get the procedure done?”

“Well why not?” You ask back.

“I can’t get that because I have to be sharp for hockey. I can’t spend weeks just lazing around during a recovery period, you know that. You should get your tubes tied,” he explains and you let out a scoff.

You move away from him and get off the bed in favor of pacing around the room.

“I’ve held each of our babies inside of me for 9 months. I breastfed all of them. I just had a miscarriage for a baby I didn’t even know existed. My body is constantly changing. That’s not always an ideal situation for my career, especially because my body is an important aspect of my job. Hell, I’m practically art! So, no, I’m not going to be the one to get my tubes tied,” you rant, eyes squinted and a frown wrinkling your forehead.

“I thought that’s why you started taking classes at Pratt, so modeling wouldn’t be the only thing you have going for you?” He replies, subtly putting words in your mouth.

Your every feature turns down in a sad and disappointed pout. You honestly didn’t see this conversation going in this direction. The whiplash is unreal.

“That’s not what I was aiming for when I decided to take some classes. You’re being a real ass right now,” you bite.

“I’m being an ass? What about you? You just assumed that I don’t want any more kids. You know, I want you to at least want one of them, because if you haven’t noticed you really didn’t want either of them,” he spits out, face red as a tomato.

That makes you cry. That assumption that you never wanted your kids makes you die on the inside.

“At first, you wanted to get an abortion with Nolan,” he says when you stay silent.

You cross your arms over your chest and cock up an eyebrow, daring him to continue.

“You didn’t really want Angel. I remember you saying that you didn’t want any more kids after Nolan,” he adds.

You glare at him in return.

“Lastly, you said you didn’t really like the timing of Sloane and I can’t blame you, because you went and broke up with me and then hid it from me. No wonder I thought you hid this one, too,” Mat rips into you, voice laced with venom.

“You listen to me, Mathew Barzal, if I really didn’t want to have our kids, I wouldn’t have had them. Believe me when I say that. Of course I wanted our kids. Was I scared out of my mind each pregnancy? Yes! Would I take them back? Hell no. I love our babies, so for you to say that really sucks,” you respond, wiping away your tears.

He just shakes his head in return.

“I’m scared of pregnancy. I just lost a baby and you expect me to want to try for another one? I don’t know if I can do that for you, for us,” you correct your last couple of words before he can turn them into something else.

He watches you, staying silent as you fall apart at his feet.

“Is this going to be the end of us?” You ask.

“Why is it always a breakup with you? Is that what you really want? Deep down, do you really not want to be with me?” He accuses.

“No! I just feel like you don’t love me, so I’m not going to beg you to stay if that’s not what you want. I can’t even give you a baby, so there’s that,” you admit.

“I lost the baby, too,” Mat points out.

“I know that, Mathew. I know, but you don’t understand what it’s like as a mother to go through a loss like that. My body should be capable of growing a life. Then you go and say that I didn’t even want my kids. You don’t know what it feels like to feel so utterly empty and alone. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t know that they existed, because as a mother, I should’ve known,” you whisper as your voice starts to become strained.

You feel your chest start to cave in on you and the lack of support makes your knees buckle. You go straight to the floor, tucking your knees into your chest for some kind of stability. You’ve never seen Mat so upset. You’ve never been on the receiving end of it. Part of you is mad at him for the way he’s talking to you, but another part of you understands. This whole miscarriage has turned your world upside down. You’d be naive to think that it wouldn’t affect him too.

“Baby, don’t cry. It wasn’t your fault. I love you, always. I promise it’s going to be okay,” he wraps you in his arms and squeezes you to his chest. He beats himself up for the way his words caused you to crumble. Seeing you break after already being broken down snaps him out of his anger. His word vomit just spewed out, but maybe it was a good thing because everything was out on the table.

You don’t blame him, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

He doesn’t know it, but the beat of his heart does wonders to calm you down before you can have a panic attack.

“Do you hate me?” You lock your hands behind his neck, desperate to have him pressed to you in any way possible.

“Never. I’m sorry I made you feel like I did. I swear I would never hate you,” he rubs your back.

“You said I didn’t want our babies,” you get out through the remnants of your cries.

“Do you really feel that way? Be honest,” you speak again.

“Part of me used to feel that way, but every time I see you with our babies, I see how much you love them. You’re the best mama bear to our little loves. I wouldn’t have had kids with you, if I felt certain that you didn’t want them. I was just being an asshole,” he whispers into your temple.

You sniffle at his response, feeling another bout of tears ready to fall because you never knew he felt that way.

“Are you sad about the miscarriage?” You need his feelings to be transparent.

“Yeah. A lot more than I thought I would be. I’m also angry, because you shouldn’t have had to go through that. I should’ve known you were pregnant, maybe things would be different,” he answers honestly.

“It’s not your fault either. This is just a really sucky thing,” you try to comfort him, but you can see the tears in his eyes and the way his bottom lip wobbles.

“I’m sorry for being mean. I can’t take it back, but just know that I love you so much,” he finally cries.

You pull him closer, hand caressing his neck and back and you kiss his cheeks.

“We’ll work through it. We always do. Do you really want another baby?” You look into his eyes.

“I do. One more baby barzal, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to because I made you feel bad about an insecurity I have,” he admits, thumb wiping away your tears. His forehead leans against yours and for the first time in a couple of weeks, you feel whole.

“Insecurity?” It’s the first you’re ever hearing about it and it shocks you to your core. For as long as you’ve known Mat he’s always been the secure and stable one.

“I sometimes thought you were just having kids to please me and not because you were ready to have them. I guess I was feeling insecure about our age gap. I finally got somewhat of an understanding of what you used to feel like,” he explains and you feel guilty for never realizing.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me? I could’ve soothed your worries a long time ago. Like I said, I had our babies because I wanted to.”

“I thought I could get away with it, but I guess it just bubbled up until I couldn't hold it in anymore. I promise to come to you whenever I get an insecurity, or just any little problem really. You’re my wife, I need you all the time,” he pulls you in for a kiss. You try to kiss every single one of his worries away.

“I would like to purposely try to make a baby, but I don’t know when I’ll be ready. Just have some patience with me,” you say into his mouth.

He shakes his head.

“I don’t want to pressure you into having another baby if that’s not something you want to do.”

“Mat, baby, you’re not pressuring me into anything. I’ve been having some baby fever lately. Miss Sloane is getting older, so it’d be nice to have another baby,” you assure him.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready,” he says, pulling you into a kiss.

“I love you. We’re going to get through this,” you promise him. And you will,, no doubt about it.

Being riddled with grief and guilt- that can only come from the way you both acted towards each other- will make you both stronger in the end. Stronger as individuals, as a couple, and as parents. You’re just glad you’re going through it all with your husband by your side. It’s Mathew or no one, and it’s safe to say that he feels the same way.

a/n: Looks like mat and model!reader have some therapy and lots of talking to do before they fix everything. As always, hope y’all enjoy!

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Little Love

Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: TW! self harm, slight depictions of self harm, nothing too graphic tho, this is actually pretty based in reality for me so I tried to depict depression/bipolar as accurately as possible,

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You slipped your shoes off quickly, throwing your bag and jacket to the floor before rushing up the stairs to yours and Christian’s shared bedroom. He had been in a low for days. He hadn’t gotten out of bed since yesterday morning but you kept him fed and hydrated, trying to keep him entertained so he wasn’t alone with his thoughts. You had only slipped out for a few hours this morning when he was sleeping, needing some sunlight and picking up coffee for the both of you hoping to cheer him slightly. You panicked when he texted you asking why you left. You told him you were on your way back before he sent a chilling text:

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” 

“Fuck!” you said as you dropped the coffee’s and started sprinting the two blocks back home. And now here you were stumbling through the door. The bed was empty, you instantly pushed into the bathroom. Christian sat on the floor but all you saw was blood. You yanked your shirt off, holding it to his bleeding arms.

“Oh baby no… honey what happened…” the cuts weren’t deep thankfully. You gently took the razor blade out of his hands, tossing it away. You had him push his forearms together to hold pressure. “Ok my love, I need you to stand up with me really quick, ok?” He had a thousand mile stare but when you gently tugged him up he followed without hesitation. You had him sit on the counter before you grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. You wet a washcloth, dabbing the blood that had dried around the numerous cuts. They weren’t actively bleeding anymore, you just saw the angry red skin around them. You remained calm, this wasn’t the first time you had cleaned up his self harm, but every time it broke your heart. 

As you finished cleaning the blood you went to spray an antiseptic on his arms, “This might sting lovely, I’m sorry but I'll make it quick.” You sprayed it and blew on him as you did, hoping to lessen the sting. He flinched slightly but that was all. His dark eyes watched you, they were glossy and you could tell he wanted to say something. When you met his eyes you stopped your movements, sending him a gentle smile. You held his cheek with one hand, kissing his opposite cheek before you got back to work. You tenderly dabbed a soothing antibiotic cream onto each cut with a q-tip before placing gauze on the expanse of his entire forearms. You wrapped his arms up before securing the wrap and holding his hands.

“All better…” you whispered, pressing your lips to his forehead. 

“I’m such a fucking idiot…” he said, nothing but hate towards himself laced his words. 

“No… what do I tell you every day?” you asked him, hands going to hold his face so he looked at you. You thumbed over his cheek bones to calm him, “You are kind, you are smart, you are important…” you said to him, smiling softly. You said this to yourself daily after reading “The Help” as it seemed to somewhat lift your mood as you also struggled with depression. 

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his hand going to hold the back of your neck so you could lean your forehead against his. 

“Mito don’t be sorry, I understand.” You said, seeing the faded scars of your own on your arms out of your peripheral vision. “I’m still here, I still love you more than life itself… I’m not going anywhere.” 

He closed his eyes and nodded as he let out a sigh. You saw the tears cascade down his cheeks before you pulled him into a hug, he rested his head in the crook of your neck as he continued to cry. You rubbed his back soothingly; as his sobs turned into hiccups you pulled back slightly. His face was puffy, you pulled the damp rag off the counter again, folding backwards so the bloody side wasn’t visible. You pressed it to his forehead, the cool rag making him close his eyes in relief. 

“Let's get you some food ok?” you asked, holding his hands.

He shook his head ‘no’, “Bed.” was all he said.

You nodded, “Ok… if we go to bed I want you to drink a whole glass of water… Can we make that deal?” you said, kissing his cheek. “We can try to eat later.”

Mito nodded quickly, you pulled him to the bed by his hand. You opened the covers, he leaned himself against the pillows, still sitting up against the headboard. You tucked him in, “I’ll be right back babes.” you assured him before taking his empty glass from the nightstand and filling it up in the bathroom quickly. You picked up the razor blade you tossed away before, putting it in your pocket to slip it into the trash downstairs later. You quickly swept the various sterile packagings from the first aid kit into the trash, tossing the bloodied rag into the laundry basket in the corner. You returned to the bedroom with a full glass and two pills, one tylenol and one ibuprofen to help the pain with his wrapped arms. You knew the irritation and sting from bandaged cuts so you wanted to help as much as possible. You handed them to him and he took them without quarrel. He slipped his shirt off with a slight wince and the movement burned. You rounded the bed, going to your side. You shimmied out of your shorts and bra. Standing in your underwear for only a moment, you slipped his discarded shirt on. You looked at Mito as you climbed into the bed, cuddling up to him.

“Awwww I can still make you blush after all these years?” you smiled with a small chuckle. 

Mito’s blush deepened, “I just… you’re so beautiful… We never get tired of seeing you…” he stuttered out. He looked down to meet your gaze, “We love you… I love you… thank you for being here for us…” 

“Always little love. Always.” you leaned up, connecting your lips to his. He kissed you back, holding your face in his large hand.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Long time no post for Mr. DPR IAN but here he is!! I will try to post again soon, I'm working on another fic series so I have a lot of conflicting ideas and little motivation lol. Thanks for all the support XOXOXXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lovergiirlsblog]

Deep end

Summary: Y/N who’s struggling with infertility started to distance herself from Mason. How will the Chelsea boy react ? Will they work It out in the end, or have they already fallen into the deep end ?

Warnings: Mention of infertility, a lot of angst

Note: This made feel so emotional. Hope you like it. Also I might make a part 2 of it.

Please listen to this song while reading

Negative.

Once again, negative.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror: red rims around my puffy,bloodshot eyes , rosy nose and cheeks. I’ve been crying for an hour now. I sighed and unlocked the bathroom door after throwing the pregnancy test in the bin. Mason and I have been trying to have a baby for a year now but every single test we did turned negative. And I’d be lying if I say that this whole situation hasn’t affected our relationship . We’re not who we used to be, and I don’t know if we can ever go back to the couple that we used to be.

I grabbed my phone to find a text from Mason.

From Mason:

Stacey is home. I invited her and the whole family :)

To Mason:

Of course. I’ll prepare dinner.

I no longer tell him about the test results. It’s something that I’ve decided because what’s the point of telling someone over and over again that he won’t be a father?That he won’t have a kid to teach how to play football. He always plays tough when he’s around me but I know it’s killing him too. I,once,heard him gasp from crying when he thought he was alone at home. And honestly,I don’t want him to be torn every time. I kept the grief to myself.

When Mason is around I always try to act occupied with work or sleep early just to avoid him. I don’t know why but I often find myself refusing his sex offers,thankfully he was understanding and never forced me to do something that I don’t want to.To me making love isn’t about having fun with the man you love anymore, it’s just a procedure to get pregnant… but will always end with disappointment.

Sometimes I look at him and think: Won’t he be happier with someone else ? Won’t someone else give him what he needs whenever he wants to ?

“Hi” he whispered when he walked in the kitchen.Hi, good morning, good night is all that we say to each other lately. “Hi” i greeted him without making eye contact. I can’t look at him. His eyes remind me of my failure. Uncomfortable silence filled the room. How the hell did we turn into strangers that live together? “ I, um, I’ll be upstairs. They should be here in an hour” he mumbled awkwardly,scratching the back of his head. I nodded and watched him disappear upstairs. I finished dinner and changed minutes before the doorbell rang. When I went back downstairs I found Mason opening the door. Summer,Poppy and Harley jogged towards him and wrapped their tiny arms around his legs. He lifted them one by one to plant a kiss on their cheeks.

“Aren’t you going to greet us Y/N” I didn’t realise that I was staring at Mason and the kids when Lewis joked. I hugged him tightly and explained” I’m sorry. I blacked out. Hello everyone please come in” I squeezed all of them and we all went to the living room. I grabbed some drinks and snacks and sat next to Mason who had Summer on his lap. They were both laughing. Every laugh breaks my heart a little bit more.

“ Since you’re home now,will you come to Stamford bridge and watch me play ?” He addressed to Stacy who was wiping Poppy’a mouth with a napkin. His arm wrapped around my shoulder-just like the old days- and it’s the first physical touch we had in a while. I didn’t push his arm away actually, it was the first time that I feel comfortable with him touching me. Maybe because we weren’t alone?

“Of course I’ll come to watch my baby brother”

An hour later,I,with the help of Lewis and Stacey,set up the dinner table. And we started eating.

“So how are you two,love birds?” Mine and Mason’s gaze landed on Stacey and we both faked a smile “We’re okay” we said at the same time.

“Are you staying in England for a long time ?” I tried to have a conversation with her to break the awkward silence and be a good host.

“I’ll leave right after New Year’s Eve. By the way the food is so delicious.”

“I know right. She makes the best food. Mason is a lucky bastard.” Lewis quipped.

“I know I am“ I glanced at him and frowned my eyebrows.

“Thank you guys.I’m glad you liked it”

The kids finished first and wanted to play with Mason while Debbie insisted that she will clean the table. We watched as Summer covered Mason’s eyes from behind and innocently asked him to guess who’s behind him. “Um.. I’m not sure.Is it Lewis?” He played along making them giggle so hard “ No.Uncle Mase it’s me Summer”.

I found myself smiling so big, but I looked away when my eyes met his.

“He’s so good with kids. I’m sure he’ll make a great father one day.” Stacey rested her head on my shoulder”Are you considering having kids ?” I looked down at her,her gaze was still on Mason and the kids.

“I-I can’t-“ I didn’t know what to say but thankfully Jasmine unintentionally saved me “ Can we go home ? I’m so tired and sleepy”. We said our goodbyes and they immediately went home leaving us alone,again. After closing the door,Mason approached me ,wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close without any warning. “Mason-“ I tried to gently push him away “Mason please”. He stopped and looked in my eyes. His eyes were full of hurt and devastation. “I can’t even hug you now ? Great. That’s great!” He laughed in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you tell your family ?” I ignored his sentence.

“ tell them what ?” He frowned.

“ That I can’t conceive.. that I can’t give them what they want. That I can’t give YOU what you want” my voice cracked.

“ Why do they need to know ? » he sighed « We’re young Y/N and we can always try again if that’s what you really want.I still have hope.”

“Hope?” I laughed “Hope is the most devastating thing. Hope is cruel.”

Would I be this shattered if I didn’t have hope ?

“ Kids aren’t what I want anymore. You know what I badly want ? I want my wife back. Yes I would be happy if we had a child but I would be happier if i still had the old Y/N.Whoever is standing in front of me right now isn’t the girl that I loved. I feel like I don’t know you anymore Y/N. Are we together just to have kids ? What about love ? What about you and I Y/N ?” He ran a hand through is hair” how did we end up like this ?” His voice was full of hurt. I looked down at my feet and mumbled”The girl that you loved won’t come back. I’m sorry.” I stared off into the distance,trying so hard to hold back my tears.

“That’s all you got huh ? I want to help you Y/N, but you keep pushing me away. Do you think I didn’t notice you crying in the bathroom whenever you think I’m asleep ? I didn’t want to force you into talking about it I wanted you to willingly open up to me so we can work it out together but you never did. And I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sick of you treating me like a stranger.”

He shouted,fist pushing the wall and walked out of the house leaving me sobbing with my head in my hands. Of course he’ll get sick of this. But he’ll never understand how worthless I feel when he slightly touches me. I don’t know why he has never lost hope or why he has never given up on me.

Four hours passed since he left and I was starting to worry. Has something bad happened to him ?

To Declan:

Hi sorry for bothering you but I wonder is Mason at yours ?

From Declan:

No he’s not here. Is everything alright ?

To Declan:

Yes. Don’t worry. Good night Dec !

I put my phone on the sofa when I heard the sound of keys in front of the door and rushed to open it and reveal a very drunk Mason leaning on Ben. His eyes were so tipsy, I’ve never seen him this drunk before. After putting him on the bed and going back downstairs Ben stated” Look Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on between you both but Mason isn’t okay at all. He has been playing like shit lately if you haven’t realised it yet. Also he usually never drinks when we have training the next day but look at him now.. Potter is going to scold him so bad tomorrow” I bit my nails titling my head down and nodding “I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry Ben. Thanks for telling me”

I grabbed a glass of water,and walked to the bedroom where he was laying on his back and staring at the ceiling “Here drink this it might help” I handed him the cup.”Y/N?” He called”Why don’t you love me anymore ?” His words hit me like knives,straight in the heart.Did I really cause all this damage? He doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. He deserves so much better. So much better“ I still love you”

He chuckled taking a sip from the cup of water “weird way of showing it” I helped him take off his shoes and change into something more comfortable. “You need to rest Mason. We’ll have this conversation tomorrow when you’re sober enough”

“You don’t even look into my eyes when I’m sober enough” he wiped his eyes” I’m trying to help you heal Y/N. I can’t lose you. If you need space I’ll give it to you, just please don’t leave me” his voice became weaker and weaker as he shut his eyes. His soft snores were heard minutes later. I pulled the blanket to his chest and pushed the hair that fell on his sweaty forehead. “I’m so sorry for burning us down” a tear fell from my eyes and landed on his cheek.

I put my luggage in my car as soon as the sun rose and left a letter on the nightstand next to Mason.

Dear Mason,

I’m sorry I left without telling you. But it’s honesty what I needed. I wanted space so I can figure out our future together. Unfortunately, I couldn’t accept the fact that I am infertile, and it makes me feel less of a woman and I’m deeply sorry for treating you that way, I let my selfishness take the best of me. Every time that you try to get closer, I get flashbacks of how I felt the last time that we tried and had a negative result. You, my dear Mason, are the most important person in my life and I can’t thank you enough for trying to help me but no one can help me except myself in this situation. I promise I’ll be back weather as the old Y/N that you knew or with divorce papers. You don’t deserve to go through this Mason,so if I will still feel the same, I’m afraid I’ll let you go. You can be happy with someone else and start a family. Until then, I love you more than life. Please try to understand and don’t be mad.

PS: I left some painkillers on the nightstand x

Yours sincerely,Y/N.

[icycoldninja]

Can we get a fic on how Dante would react to finding his fem S/O hurting themselves

Coming right up--extra angsty.

Don't hurt yourself (Dante x Reader angst)

Tw: Self harm and angst ahead. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!

Sobbing, you ran into the bathroom, feeling worse than ever. All of this--everything about your life--sucked ass. You hated it; you hated everything and just wanted it all to end already. You slammed the bathroom door shut and collapsed onto the floor, crying still.

Why did everything always go wrong? Why do people have to be so fake? Why did life hate you?! Was it your fault? Did you do something to make the world hate you? You suddenly reached up and punched yourself in the face. "I deserve it," You thought, bitterly.

So, you did it again, and soon began literally beating yourself up over things you couldn't control. Soon, you has bruises all over your arms and legs; your cheeks were swollen and your eyes red-rimmed and puffy from all the crying. After peering at the mirror and seeing your battered figure reflected back at you, you buried your face in your hands and wailed loudly.

Dante, who had just gotten back from the agency, heard your anguished cries and immediately went into panic mode. He began to fear that you were being attacked--or worse. Bounding up the stairs, the devil hunter crashed into the bathroom and beheld you in shock. "Oh, damn." He whispered, upon seeing your wounds. "Babe..." He sank to his knees, taking your sobbing figure into his arms. "Who did this to you? Who hurt you?" You let out a stifled sob, burying your face into his chest. His warm, comforting chest.

"Me, Dante. I did this to myself." Dante blinked, the seriousness of the situation finally setting in. "Oh, my poor baby." He kissed the top of your head before scooping you into his arms and rocking you back and forth. "My sweet, lovely little darlin' who I love more than anything in the whole damn world--let's talk about this, ok? Come on, let's talk." He peppered your face with kisses while carrying you out into the living room and sitting down, you still cradled in his arms. "What's wrong, babe?" He finally asked, bouncing his leg. You sniffled, throwing your arms around his shoulders and resting your head against him. "I-I don't know. I can't explain it. I just...I just do it." Dante nodded, kissing your forehead. "It's OK. It's all gonna be OK. Y'know why? Cause I'm always, and I mean always gonna be here. Always. I'm gonna be here and I'm gonna hold you, and if you ever feel bad or just wanna talk things out, I'll be here. Doesn't matter how big or small, you got somethin' to say, you say it to me, and I'll hug ya, cause I love ya."

He chuckled and kissed your cheeks before wiping your tears away with his thumb. "My lil' baby," He whispered, tightening his grip around you and smothering you in kisses. "Don't hurt yourself, you're too sexy for that. And if you do get those nasty thoughts, remember that I'm here, and that I love ya."

[marsi-is-depressed]

New job misery

Soft Dom!Amber Sweet x fem!reader.

Content: Hurt/comfort, oral fixation- nothing sexual, reader has started a new job at GeneCo and Amber comforts her.

Your day has been long, and all you want to do is go home. You're fatigued and on the edge of sobbing, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and cry. You hate your new job at GeneCo; the genterns and Luigi Largo are unpleasant, your coworkers are cruel, and your supervisor despises you and thinks you're too much of a crybaby. But Rotti has invited you over for dinner since you are going out with Amber, and you cannot cancel on them; they could kill you at any given moment.

The only thing keeping you going is knowing Amber will be there.

You're sick of staring at organs in jars and having to know the answers to concerns, and Luigi continuously screaming at you to do something useful. When you go through the door, your energy is further dampened by the activity and chat in the living room.

Amber recognises it as soon as her gaze lands on you: your eyes drop, and she notices the trembling of your bottom lip from her seat on the couch. When you finally glance at her, she pats her right leg, inviting you to come closer. Of course, you give in, letting out a weak sigh as she cradles you in her lap and kisses your temple.

"Hi, angel face," she purrs. "I missed you today."

You can only hum in return because you are afraid a spoken response will throw you into a fit of tears. She places another kiss, a little lower, on your cheekbone.

"Rough day?" you nodded.

"Hey, y/n," Graverobber quickly calls from your shared apartment. "I'm going to the kitchen, you want something to drink?"

You whimper quietly enough that only Amber can hear you, then sniffle miserably.

"She'll have water." Amber's response is instinctive, and you immediately calm down, sinking into her chest. When tears begin to fall, her hand reaches up to embrace your cheek, brushing them away with her brow furrowed. "good girl. 's alright, all done now."

"It was so bad, Amber," you say softly as she kisses your forehead. "I'm such a baby." "I do everything wrong."

"Shh, shh," she soothes. "You haven't worked there long. You can't expect to know everything at once, and I know how dissatisfied my brother gets, but don't worry, I'm going to handle him. Her tone is kind and reassuring as she holds your face in her warm hands and kisses the tears from your puffy eyes. "If things get really bad, you're not going to put up with it, okay?" If things get very unpleasant, you can leave and we'll find you something else to do."

"No, Amber." "I can't quit just because-."

“no, honey,” she interrupts softly. “you don’t need a reason. i want you to be happy and i’m not having my girl miserable at a job she hates.”

You're silent now, burying your head into the crook of her neck. Her thumb reaches up to open your lips, and you gently accept it in your mouth, happy for a distraction. She knows you so well; she knows you'll be content if she gives your lips something to do. Your eyelids flicker, lashes tickling her neck, and you eventually stop, gripping her hand in your own smaller one.

"Good girl," she coos as you gently suckle her thumb; you two have been together so long that it's second nature for Amber to look after you when you're exhausted, just as you do for her when she's high on Zydrate.

Graverobber returns, offering Amber the glass of water as she notices you half asleep beside her.

"Here, honey," she says, pushing your head up by your chin and placing the glass between your lips in place of his thumb. You sip obediently, and she places the glass on the table next to you, laughing as you eagerly press her finger back into your mouth.

"Love you," you say gently. She kisses the crest of your head.

"I know, darling. "I love you more."

[yourimagines]

can u do nate x reader where reader gets really bad nightmares at Night so he takes care of her

Its super fluffy 💕, I’m sorry 😂

Nightmares

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: a lot of fluff, little bit of swearing and a little bit of angst

Nate POV

-1 am-

I was laying awake in bed thinking about everything what’s happening in my life. The upcoming , my brother being suspended for 5 years and who’s having a depression. I sighed and looked down at my girl. Sleeping peacefully next to me. ‘At least she’s sleeping, for now.’ I carefully got out of bed and walked to the kitchen for a midnight snack. I opened the top cabinet and took a some cookies out of the jar. “I’m hungry.” I opened the fridge and looked inside. I sighed “Nothing.” I closed the door and walked back to bed. She was still sleep I’m peacefully. I crawled back in and gave her a kiss on her head.

-2 am-

I was tossing around, still not sleeping. ‘How is this possible!’ I throw away my blanket, placing it on her softly. ‘Is to warm in here.’ I lay down on my back, staring at the dark ceiling above me. ‘What if he’s done with all the fighting.’ ‘Nahh, he’s a fighter, he’s just need a push into the right direction.’ ‘But what if he doesn’t want to fight anymore?’ I tried to shake away the weird thoughts about my brother. ‘Come on Nate, hes fucking Nick Diaz from Stockton, he’s not a bitch.’ I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

-3 am-

I woke up from a sound. I looked around me where the noises came from. I felt Y/N moving next to me. ‘Nightmares.’ She was mumbling my name. I carefully rubbed against her cheeks, trying to wake her up. “Baby? Its okay I’m here.” Her body reacts to me as her arms stretched out, searching for me. “I’m here.” She whines out as I pulled her close. “I know, I’m here.” I rub my thumbs against her face, trying to wake her up. Her legs slightly kicking around. “Nate…” her breathing was fast but short. “Baby, it’s okay.” I held her close to my bare chest. Her eyes flew open and looked in panic around. “Nate?” She grabbed my bicep firmly. “Yes, I’m here baby.” I grabbed her hand, she looks at me. The panic in her eyes made room for something else, tears. She starts to cry. She duked her head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her back, slightly rubbing her back. “Nate…. I was so scared….” She was trying to keep calm but failed. “I’m here, No need to be scared.” “It felt so real…” I kissed her head. “I know but nobody is going to hurt you ever again, I’ll protect you baby.” She nods. “It’s okay.” I placed a few kisses as she cries further into my chest.

-4 am-

She was laying down on my chest, tracing my birthmarks “Do you want to talk about it?” She looks up, her eyes red and puffy from the crying. “It was about my ex.” She whispered. “What happened?” Her lip starts to tremble. “He was here and got in a fight with you.” I cupped one side of her face, and traced with my thumb her cheek. “He…he killed you.” A tear falls down her cheek, I quickly wiped it away. “After that he run after me, that’s also the time I woke up.” I wiped away some hair that fell onto her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’ve woke you up.” I shook my head. “No don’t you ever be sorry, you can always wake me up, always.” I pulled her into my lap, caressing her. “I’m sorry you have these nightmares, I wish I could take them away. I hate to see you like this baby.” I kissed her head. She nods and places her hands on my face. Tracing my birthmarks. “I’ll will promise you, that he’s not going to kill me, its the other way around.” She smiles at me. “You will?” “Baby, I will kill everyone if I have to.” She places a kiss on my cheek. “But I need you Nate, can’t have you in jail.” I chuckled and squeezed softly in her hips. “Believe or not but I need you as well, you’re my muse. My better half.” She leans forward and kisses me tenderly. I kissed her back, deepening the kiss. “I love you Nate.” “ I love you too baby.”

[jhypeach]

Daddy's Girl

pt. 2 pairing: jaehyun x fem reader genre: fluff warnings: none? aside from kissing hii, kinda wanna make a daddy jaehyun with a cute daughter :( it's making me emo huhuhu

You just came back from your mini garden, checking if maybe one of your attempts to be a green thumb made a flower bloom. But of course, none of them were able to see sunlight, so you just instead came back inside your house.

You saw your three-year-old daughter, who just woke up from her nap, was about to cry as her eyes were watery and her lips were quavering in a pout. "Daddy... mommy," she called for you and your husband. "Hey, baby," you greeted your daughter, spreading your arms for an embrace.

She then cried when she saw you, "mama," she cried on your neck, "ohh, how’s your sleep?" you asked as you carried her to your arms. Jae-eh, your daughter, then hugged your neck, placing her puffy cheeks on your shoulders, still hiccupping from her cries.

Jaehyun then came out of your shared bedroom in his plain white shirt and jeans, holding his lab gown and stethoscope in his right hand. "You’re leaving?" you asked your husband. He flashed a plain smile, also not pleased with how he had to leave at 5 in the afternoon when he’s not even on call, "yeah, a patient suddenly wants to have a check-up. But I’ll be home right after. " He replied as he kissed your temple.

"Good aftie, Jae-eh," he greeted your daughter in his baby voice while caressing her head. Your daughter then let go of her hug around your neck and extended her arms to her dad.

You then passed Jae-eh to her dad as he walked to your doorstep ready to leave. Jaehyun then put her daughter down, and she was about to cry again. "Daddy needs to work, love," you told your daughter, as she had no intention of letting Jaehyun go. "Daddy don love Jae-eh nimor," she cried as she threw tantrums on the floor.

Jaehyun found her cute, so he laughed at her daughter with his hands placed on his knees, squatting a little to level her. "No, I love you Jae-eh," he said as he attempted to make his daughter stand. "Kith daddy," she said as she somehow calmed herself and stood up, holding Jaehyun’s shoulders so she could tip on her toes. Jaehyun kissed her on her lips as Jae-eh pouted for her dad to kiss.

He straightened his stance and scratched his nose. "No wipe jae-eh kith," she cried again, throwing a fit. "No no no, I didn’t" He defended himself. "Okay, kiss daddy again," he said, lowering himself to be on Jae-eh’s level and kissing her lips again.

She then calmed herself, letting Jaehyun go to work without any regrets or guilt from her crying.

Jaehyun faced you, smiling at how cute his daughter is. "Now lemme have my kiss too," he said as he approached you and spread his arms to place them on your waist to kiss your lips.

[wonscafe]

DOMESTIC MORNINGS WITH ENHYPEN !

pairing: enhypen x reader genre: lots and lots of fluff warnings: none but it might make you feel single so read with caution :’)

˒ this is the first time im trying the headcanon format hehe im a bit nervous about it but it was actually really fun to make tbh !!

HEESEUNG ー 이희승.

mornings that start very late. him being drowsy and pulling you back into bed whenever you move to stand up. lots of bedhead and lots of ‘five more minutes’ that eventually lead to more hours of cuddling. accidentally falling asleep as your hands run through his hair. very soft snores and gentle, sleepy caresses. only wakes up when you shove yourself away from his grasp to begin making lunch - because mornings with heeseung always result in missing breakfast. getting up with a groan and small scowl because he’d much rather cuddle and lay in bed than make breakfast when he could just heat up instant ramen. unplanned slow dancing in the kitchen with his hands wrapped around your waist and head tucked into your neck. jokes exchanged over your shared meal. washing dishes beside each other and giggling when you begin competing on who can splash the most bubbles on the other the fastest.

JAY ー 박정성.

eyes fluttering open from sleep, making eye-contact through the drowsiness and lightly chuckling. pulling you tightly against him with a blissful sigh. rubbing your shoulders. asking if you slept well in a croaky morning voice that you can’t keep yourself from snickering at. eyes snapping wide when you try to kiss him; pushing himself closer to the wall and crying out a ‘my morning breath!’. making you sit and relax as he whips out pan after pan to make a full course breakfast that will blow your mind away. smirking at you when he catches you staring at him. bragging about his apron and how the cloth was a perfect match to the vibe of cooking breakfast, yet failing to remember his cartoon character slippers.

JAKE ー 심재윤.

mornings with jake always seem sunny, even when it isn’t. greets you with a compliment every morning. would laugh when you push your head into his shirt, cringing at the how corny it was. asks you about your dream (if you had one) - and makes sure to get all the details and react accordingly. brushes your hair out of your face. coos at how puffy you look. lots of grins, lots of quiet talking. intertwines your pinkys together and leaves pecks on the palms of your hands. getting ready together. brushing your teeth together. tackling you with his loud laughing ringing in the air as you pulled his headband down while he washed his face. eating lunch instead of breakfast because of how long it took you to get ready, and having ramen and spam for the 5th time that week.

SUNGHOON ー 박성훈.

snickers in amusement when he wakes up to see you already looking at him. makes a lot of jokes about his beauty but proceeds to divert his compliments to you. reduces you to a blushing mess early in the morning. facing each other on your sides and speaking in hushed voices. smiling at each other with a laugh when the air gets too romantic. pulls you in for a quick peck before urging you to start getting ready. sipping on coffee while you happily make breakfast. dances with you after some prodding on your part. admiring your bare face in the healthy glow of the sunrise with a dumb, lopsided grin. denies it when you accuse him of staring at you. but ultimately admits it when you leave for school (or work) later that morning.

SUNOO ー 김선우.

lets you cling onto him as he curls into the corner. wakes up to you holding up his dry sheet mask in question. giggling and getting the mask from you with red cheeks. lots of stretching. lots of puffy pouting. animatedly tells you about what he dreamt that night. gasps and excitedly asks what you’re ordering for lunch. finding you cute and squealing as he hugs you. throwing around conversations throughout the apartment as you busily got ready for the day. reminds you to take your vitamins. kissing your cheek for every tablet you take. lots of laughs over lunch. giving you a short and loving speech before you leave for school. never forgets to give you a lot of finger hearts and remind you that he loves you.

JUNGWON ー 양정원.

sleeps peacefully under your soft gaze. remaining unaware of your concern for him as you pull him towards you and begin humming soft melodies while your hands comb through his brown locks. quietly snores against your neck. fidgets in his sleep, hands lightly clenching your shirt. wakes up in your arms confused. ‘oh, you were already up? why didn’t you wake me?’. smiles at you gratefully when shake your head and place quick massages on the knotted areas of his back. sighing into your hair. competitions in the bathroom over menial things like brushing your teeth. laughing in the kitchen as you attempt to make faces out of pancake mix. eventually arguing over the dining table about who made the ugliest pancake. you lost because his insults were too good.

NI-KI ー 니-키.

he hasn’t let go of you since you got under the covers together and still doesn’t plan to. denies he’s awake when you prod him to withdraw his arms from your waist. whines a lot. reaches out for you like a newborn baby. spits out a lot of half-assed excuses for you to come back into bed with him. continues to cling onto you from the bedroom to the bathroom to the kitchen. tries to help you with breakfast and pouts when you dramatically blocked him from entering the kitchen. resolves to only hug you and pepper your face with kisses as you make food for the both of you. compliments you when he finally gets to eat it. teases you by pretending to drop a plate as you wash the dishes together. laughing uncontrollably when you hit him with your soap covered washing glove.

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[silverdelirium]

STICKY WASHING MACHINE PART TWO | D.M

a/n: i feel like this is so bad but hold on to this while i finish that blaise smut <3

summary: just soft sex with draco after you thought you were getting fired

warnings: bit of clit play, riding, sex on a two seater swing chair, mentions of anxiety, slight dirty talk, bulge kink

find part one here.

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the quietude was almost nerve-wracking as you sat down on the dinner table, draco’s eyes boring down onto the side of your face as you kept yours on your plate.

scorpius was the first to speak— you almost forgot he was there, to be honest.

“i drew us another picture today, daddy” he beamed.

“did you now?” replied draco, matching the little boy’s enthusiasm. his gaze now settled on his son instead of you.

“yes! y/n helped me with it”

great. now both of the malfoy’s eyes were directed towards you. you didn’t know where or who to look at, too traumatized to look at scorpius knowing that he almost walked in on his father about to go balls deep inside of you— and you didn’t want to look at draco because what if the moment you were alone he was gonna ask you to leave for throwing yourself at your boss like a prostitute from the street.

maybe you were overreacting but it didn’t soothe your anxiousness in the slightest when draco turned his head to scorpius and asked him to go wait for him at his playroom until he was done having “a little chat” with you.

scorpius nodded quickly and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek as he ran off upstairs.

as the pitter-patter of the child’s feet died down, you gathered up all the courage you could find and looked up at the blonde who was already staring down at you.

“that’s the first time you’ve looked at me since—”

“you don’t have to say it” you cut him off, tone sharp and cold as you braced yourself for whatever he might say next.

his brows shot up in slight surprise but he just nodded his head as he stood up from his chair, brushing down his pants— coming to a halt at your side.

“what?”

“stand up,” he commanded, not giving you time to respond as he took long strides, disappearing from your view when he stepped outside, onto the porch.

your brows knitted together in confusion but you made no move to protest as you march towards the porch— finding him sitting down on the two-seater swing chair.

“sit” draco ordered as he patted down the space next to him.

a small breath was released from your lips as you placed yourself next to the blonde— the mere touch of his thigh against yours brought you back to earlier’s events from when he buried himself inside you until you had his load seeping out of you.

“are you gonna fire me?” the question blurted out before you could stop it and embarrassment washed over you as draco laughed to himself while shaking his head— as if he was listening to a joke from a five-year-old. git, you thought.

“no, princess. i’m not firing you” a pause “in a sense” he finished.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“well, i don’t want you to work for me anymore—” a loud whine from you cut his sentence short. “listen— listen, please” he started before you started to give him any phoney excuses.

“i don’t want you to work for me. i want you with me.”

silence.

draco was met with silence as he observed your flabbergasted features while you processed his words.

“huh?”

he sighed. “i’ve liked for far way too long y/n. and if you’ll have me— i want to be yours, i want you to be mine”

by this point, his forehead was connected to yours, your warm face in his large palms as his breath fanned on your lips.

“tell me that you want me too, say it. i want to hear you say it” he growled, mushing his lips to yours whilst his hands travelled down to your waist, thumping heart accelerating when he manhandled you against his lap.

“i want you” you mewled, rolling your hips towards his growing bulge as you kissed him fiercely. his hands ran over every curve of your body, settling on your skirt-covered bum.

“you want me baby? want me to fuck you again until i’m deep inside your pretty little guts?” he taunted and you had to bite down on your tongue to not release a moan at his words alone. a choked out “yes” managed to slip past your lips and that was all the confirmation draco needed before he was chanting a spell that undressed you both.

he took a moment to stare at your blissful form, watching your slightly shuddering as the night’s cool air hit your weeping cunt. the moonlight reflecting on your soft skin only highlighting the glistening hole even more.

his prick stood tall and proud as he toyed with your clit with one hand, the other cradling the back of your head as your tongues danced together.

the scenario seemed almost out of a romantic movie— with the way draco slowly eased himself inside you, shushing you softly as a particularly loud cry escaped you, even though it didn’t matter, scorpius was deep in sleep by now.

your hips slowly heaved up and down on him, the sensitive bundle of nerves hitting his pubic bone every time you came down, shooting fireworks throughout your body.

his muscled arms were tight around your waist, holding you in place as you gazed fixedly into the other’s eyes, forehead against forehead, hot breath over hot breath.

“you like having this cunt stuffed full of my cock, don’t you, my love? you like having me poking out of you, yeah?” it was then that you looked down to see that indeed, your stomach’s smooth skin was slightly pushed out, the outline of his cock as clear as day.

“yes! it feels so good, dray” you gasped out, increasing your moves slightly as his hips rutted upwards into you. tears brimmed at your waterline as he smoothed a hand over your dishevelled hair, lewd sounds being heard from where the two of you connected.

the familiar feeling didn’t take too long to appear, given the fact that you were still sensitive from the prior incidents this same evening.

your arousal dripped down on the swinging chair as draco attached his mouth to your neck, instinctively finding your sweet spot and sucking as one of his hands palmed at your breast.

“oh! i’m gonna cum” you sobbed, grinding faster on his twitching cock until your toes curled and the orgasm struck you without warning. trembled gasps coming out of the both of you as he shot his load inside you for the second time that day.

a calming quietness enveloped you and draco as you stayed in his arms, his softening cock still stuffed inside your puffy pussy, not entirely aware of draco’s soft praises against the shell of your ear.

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