#what if i started sobbing right here and now

[diabolikwriter]

Sarang/Love

Part I - Meeting

Tags: Creeps being Creeps, protectiveness, mates, poly! Relationship, crying, first meeting,

This is a short first part, I’m still kinda rusty (It’s been a couple of years since the last time I wrote something non-academic). I hope you guys find this satisfying, I might do some changes here and there, but hope you enjoy!

Running through the streets, you were wondering how your day had ended up like this:

The day had started as it normally did, you awoke to the sound of your alarm going off at 7 AM. You got out of bed, brushed your teeth and got dressed before going out to the nearest cafe and getting your morning coffee and some breakfast.

After you had enjoyed your breakfast, you went to the library and studied for your university class for a couple of hours before you decided to get some fresh air and lunch.

Though that was when it had gone down hill. Upon leaving the library you had bumped into a normal looking business man, except there was something off about him.

“Oh sorry I didn’t see you” you apologised,

“It’s fine darling, but if you want you can apologise for it by coming home with me and entertaining me and my friends.”. Slowly a couple of other guys had started creeping up, their grins making chills runs down your spine, thoughts were racing in your head as they closed in on her, until instincts as old as time kicked in and you ran.

Now as you were running through the streets, you couldn’t help but feel thankful for the years you had spent playing handball. Your stamina was good enough that you could just about keep the men away, but if you didn’t find somewhere to hide and rest soon, then you didn’t dare to think about what those men would do to you.

Turning around the corner you ran into something warm and solid, and hands cradled you close. The scent surrounding you was warm and comforting, embracing you and making you feel safe. When you looked up at the source of the scent, you were met with a pair of brown eyes, which shockingly seemed to shine gold for a split second.

“Are you alright?”, the voice asking you made warmth coil in your stomach and making you clench your thighs together.

“Y-yeah, sorry I’m kinda in a hurry”, growls and groans broke out from both sides of you, which alerted you to the four other guys near you. Guys she had seen before… oh. The Saja Boys.

You looked back at the person you had bumped into, and yep it was Jinu, the two guys right next to him were Abby and Baby, and beside each of them stood Mystery and Romance.

“Hey! There she is!”, the voice of the man you had bumped into earlier, and desperately were trying to get away from, cut through your realisation.

“Oi! We found her first, go find another girl, this one is coming home with us.” The group of men which had chased you was closing in on you and the Saja Boys, all of which growled at the approaching men.

Abby and Baby stepped towards the men, while Mystery, Romance and Jinu prevented you from seeing them, and shielding you from their view at the same time. “We don’t care about some shitty idols, just give us the girl, man!” One of the men said, even though he could feel the charged energy from the Saja Boys. The very fragile calm was ruined the moment a sob forced itself out of your throat, the air became charged with something dangerous, and it felt as if time stood still and the arms around you tightened. You could see looks being passed between the members of the boy-band, and it seemed as if they came to an agreement because shortly after pained shrieks could be heard before it went silent.

“Shh, don’t cry sweet girl, everything is okay now.”, Abby gently said, which made you cry even harder from the realisation that if you hadn’t bumped into these guys, you would probably have been taken by the men chasing you and had to be put through unspeakable things. “It’s okay, you’re safe now”, assured Romance, but before more could be said, a whine came from your lips and your legs gave out from underneath her.

“It’s starting now, we need to get her somewhere safe.”, noted Baby.

“Yeah, you’re right, we need to get her to safety, keep her hidden, healthy, we must protect her, make her ours in all ways.” Growled Abby, his eyes glowing golden and his lilac marks became visible, the other guys weren’t faring any better, but then Jinu interrupted their various fantasies playing in their heads, “stop. Calm down, all of you. This isn’t just some random woman, she is OURS and we will treat her with the utmost respect and care.” His voice was stern and left no room for discussion, “we will take her with us, put her in my room and get her through the first wave, without anything untowards being done, before we ask for her consent.” With that final statement Abby gathered you in his arms and carried you back to their apartment.

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[lilpaigeywbb]

⟡ᶻz bad dreams, bad dreams, go away ᶻz ⟡

➜ summary: paige has a bad dream and you comfort her || like 1kish words

➜ warnings: angst for like 2 seconds and then fluff

➜ pairing: paige x fem reader

➜ authors note: idfk i wrote this while i was bored at work enjoy

“wait!” paige cried, running over to the train but it was already pulling away. tears were streaming down her face as she watched it go into the distance - watched you go into the distance. 

she woke up with a gasp, sitting up in bed and feeling around the lavender colored duvet for your body. she found your hand, looking over and noticing that you were still asleep. after taking your hand and kissing your head, she slumped back and sighed. 

paige had been having this recurring nightmare for days now, she just didn’t tell you. she didn’t want to worry you or be a burden so she kept it to herself even though it was killing her inside. it was the same every night: you got on a train and she was supposed to meet you to say goodbye but she was too late and lost you forever.

none of it was real since you were peacefully cuddled up with one of her plushies in her bed but it felt real. every time, she swore it got more and more realistic. whether it was the sound of the trains or the scent of the station, it felt like some sort of bad omen, a warning. 

this night was different though. you slowly woke up at the feeling of paige’s hand in yours, groaning and rubbing your eyes. “what time is it?” you murmured, looking over at her. her cheeks were flushed and she didn’t know it but she had been crying. 

“p? baby, hey- look at me, p.” you pleaded, squeezing her hand. she turned her head towards you, revealing that she was in fact crying. your eyes softened and you sat up, pulling her into your lap, “baby, what happened?” she shivered and whimpered before breaking down with her head tucked in the crook of your neck. 

“i k-keep having this dream that you leave- that you-you leave and don’t say goodbye.” she sobbed, clinging to your body like a baby koala. you gently shushed her and cooed, “p, i’m right here. i’m with you, baby, you’re fine. i’m not going anywhere, i promise.”

her eyes were wide and vulnerable like a child as she looked up at you, whispering, “promise?” you smiled and nodded, kissing her head, “i promise, p. you think you can get rid of me that easy?” that made her giggle which was good. she shook her head and kissed your neck, “no… but it was really scary.”

you smiled and kissed her head before cupping her cheeks and making her look at you. her pretty blue eyes looked so sad and heart broken that it made you sick. “baby, i’m right here and i’m gonna be right here forever. no matter what happens, i’m not gonna leave you. even if you committed mass murder, i’d go on the fucking lamb with you.”

paige giggled again and rolled her eyes, “glad to know you think so highly of me.” you scoffed and kissed her nose, “you know i love you. why would i ever leave?” she sighed and closed her eyes, nuzzling her nose against yours, “i don’t know. i don’t know why i keep having this dream but- it has me scared shitless.” she huffed in annoyance with herself. 

your heart ached for her. the thought of your strong girlfriend so vulnerable and in so much pain was heart breaking. the way her lip still quivered and eyes were still teary made you want to cry yourself.

suddenly, she broke the silence, her voice soft, “would you still stay if i was a worm?” you burst out laughing and started to twirl a strand of her blonde locks. “seriously? we’re doing this tiktok shit now?” she pouted and her eyes watered again, “i’m serious! i need to know you’d really never leave me.”

“yes, i would stay if you were a worm.” “what if i couldn’t play basketball anymore?” that one hurt. you knew it was the only thing in the world she loved as much as youuch as you. “i’d stay with you even if you murdered someone and got locked up in jail. i’ll stay with you forever, p.” she smiled and sighed in relief. “even if i lost all my muscles?” “even if you lost all your muscles.” “even if i went bald?” that made you laugh, poking her side, “that might be a dealbreaker.” she huffed and pouted, her voice whiny, “whyyyy?” “because then i couldn’t play with your hair.”

everything you were saying was making paige feel better. between your soft words of encouragement and the look of love in your eyes, she felt herself growing more and more reassured. she rested back against you, practically becoming jelly in your arms. her voice was a soft murmur, “thank you.”

you smiled and booped her nose, “for what?” “for always knowing what to say.” you kissed her head and hummed. “you’re my person, paige. nothing’s ever gonna change that.” it was quiet for a while, the only sounds being your combined breathing and the hum of streetlights outside. 

paige broke it, looking up at you, her voice soft, “you really promise you’re not gonna leave me?” “never,” you said firmly. “not in this life. not in the next. i’ll always choose you and choose to stay.” she blinked back tears and leaned in to kiss you gently, her lips conveying a mix of love, gratitude, and relief. 

you kissed her back, cupping her cheek and sliding your tongue into her mouth. it wasn’t rushed or messy or lustful. it was passionate, loving, and beautiful. the kiss lasted a while until you pulled away and whispered, “i love you.”

in that moment, paige knew everything would be okay. she had no doubt that the nightmares would end and even if they didn’t, she felt safe and secure with you. she always did. she cuddled impossibly closer to you and nuzzled her nose with yours.

“i love you, too.”

[p1astr81]

Oscar x reader who is rly stressed and overworked one day he comes home from a triple header and shes like doing her and hair and sobbing and he just completely comforts her and finishes her hair for her while whispering comforting words to her and being rly physical.

THIS IS LONG IK IM SORRY

cw: use of y/n and pet names (baby), not proof read

Between schooling and work, the stress had been piling on your shoulders day after day. Worst of all, your usual support person had been gone for three whole weeks.

Meant to go out with friends later in the day, you were putting your hair into a braided bun. It wasn’t working, though. Frustration built, and everything you’d been holding in broke free. Hands shaking, tears flowing down your face faster than you could process. Ugly, broken sobs rang out.

You hadn’t heard Oscar come through the door. Hadn’t known that he was home until he was hugging you as hard as he could, tucking your head into his chest and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Letting your hair fall, you clung onto his arms. Nails dug into his skin as if to make sure he was actually there.

“You’re alright. It’s alright. I’m here.” He whispered into your ear, his hand stroking your back. “I’m here.” He repeated.

You sobbed harder. He held tighter.

More words were whispered into your ear. “What’s wrong, baby? What’s wrong? What happened?” He tried. You only shook your head. “Come on, talk to me.”

Another shake of your head. You hid your face in his arm. “I can’t. I can’t.” Was all you offered him.

“Can’t what?”

“Can’t do it! I can’t do it anymore, Oscar!” Your nails started to draw blood. He didn’t care. “Work and- and school- I-“ hiccup “and my hair. I can’t do it anymore.” Your breath shuttered “I’m so burnt out. My brain can’t function anymore Oscar I-“ a sigh. “I can’t.” A broken whisper, one that sounds like giving up.

He shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here, that I left you to-“

“No, don’t. Stop. Stop apologizing.”

“Okay. Okay. I’m-“ he cut himself off, the sorry dying in his throat. “What’s wrong with your hair, baby?”

“I can’t get it to look right.” You sputtered between sobs.

He pulled away slightly, but kept his hands on your shoulders. He stood behind you now. “What’s wrong with it? What do you want me to do with it?” His words were so gentle, his soft eyes looking at yours through the mirror.

Your frowned deepened, and you tried to wipe the tears away. They just kept coming anyway. “You don’t have to. I don’t wanna-“

“Y/n.” It was one word, but the way he said it communicated everything. He was there for you. Would do anything if you just asked it of him.

A choked sob as you tried to reign in the tears. “A loose braided bun.”

“Okay.” He chuckled, trying to ease you. “I can do that.” He nodded, his hands in your hair before you could say anything else.

Even though he was so concentrated on making your hair look perfect, he didn’t skip out on the reassurance.

Everything is going to be okay. He whispered and kissed your temple.

It’s just temporary. He squeezed your arm.

Take a day off if you need. Your brain more important. And to make his point, he kissed the top of your head.

See? One thing out of the way. He whispered when he was done, his arms wrapped around you. You’ll get through it. I know you will because you’re too damn stubborn to let this make you quit.

You gave a weak laugh at that, leaning your body into his, letting his body heat bring you comfort. “Thank you.” You said, looking up at him. “For… for everything, really.”

He frowned. “Anything you need. Ever. Just call me. I’ll always answer, even if it’s the dead of night for me.”

A heavy sigh passed your lips, tears pricking your eyes again at feeling so loved. You nodded, a hand threading through his hair to pull him down to meet your lips.

[pacofprunes]

CAR SEX ISN’T AS FUN AS IT SEEMS

CONTAINS — thanos x reader, namgyu x femreader

WARNINGS — noncon, drug use, choking, knife (get gross and descriptive), blood, namgyus an incel, lowercase

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“chill chill, just relax…” thanos mutters as he holds you down with just the palm of his hand pressed against your face, successfully keeping you somewhat quiet and perfectly still with the amount of pressure he was placing. the sweat dripping down your back causing you to stick to the car seat was also keeping you perfectly pliant and still. your hands hitting his chest did nothing but make him go even faster and grip your face even harder.

you sob under his palm and he just rolls his eyes as he continues his brutal pace.

“would you chill out babe? it feels great, you know it does, don’t play so hard to get!”

you bite his hand with every last bit of strength you have until you taste blood and he quickly takes his hand off of your mouth, letting out an “ow” and a “you fucking bitch”. he lifts his hand and lands a swift slap on your face, practically making your head spin around, the stinging sensation starting to spread throughout your face. you just scream at him. you don’t scream for help to people that may be around and you don’t scream just to scream, no, you just scream at him, telling him to stop. begging him to stop. he mutters a “goddamnit” before pulling out of you and reaching into his front seat to grab something. you don’t want to know what it is, and you start trying to open the door over and over. the slapping of the handle against the door and the flipping of the car lock doing nothing. you slam on the window, handprints coating it, praying someone, anyone, would hear you.

he turns back to you and pulls you down onto the seat, forcing you to lay down. he presses a hand onto your stomach. it’s such little pressure, but with the muscles he has, it was enough to keep you completely still.

“listen,”

he takes his hand off of your stomach, putting his arm in front of his face and pouring a white powdered substance onto it, using his finger to shape it into the perfect line. he then leans all the way onto you, his dick rubbing against your leg, twitching, and his body weight holding you down. he puts his arm in front of your face and stares at you dead in the eyes with those blown out pupils.

“you need to chill out, yeah? just let thanos take care of you.”

he pushes his arm up to your face, the white powder rubbing against your nose.

“do you need me to show you what to do?”

he plugs one of his nostrils with his fingers and snorts a little bit of the line of powder into his nose, throwing his head back after and rubbing his tatted hands through his purple locks. he puts his arm back up to your face and you turn away. he lets out an obnoxious childish “ughh”, before plugging one of your nostrils for you and putting his arm right up to your nose so that even if you didn’t necessarily snort it, if you had just breathed in then it would end up going up your nose. he placed his other hand over your mouth so you couldn’t resort to just breathe with your mouth. your eyes water from the burning sensation and he moves his arm away and his palm from your face. he shakes the left over powder onto your neck and snorts it there, making sure to drag it out terribly slow, his nose grazing every sensitive point there was.

“i swear i’ll tell everyone! let me out!”

he just laughs. not sarcastically either, a genuine laugh. he seriously found it funny.

“really? any girl would kill to be in your position right now. you seriously think anyone would believe you anyways?”

he wraps his hand around your neck. not squeezing just yet, but none the less, it causes the tears to slip out of your eyes and your lip to give the slightest quiver.

“hey, hey, hey! would ya’ stop bein’ so serious? the dramatics are killin’ me over here babe.”

he runs his other hand through his hair once again, ignoring your hands clawing at his arm.

“my friend is right outside the car and i promised him that if nobody bothered us, that he could get a turn with you back at my place. so can i at least cum before he opens the door? you’re reallyyyyy fuckin’ blue balling me over here.”

your eyes widen and you get even more desperate. clawing even harder and kicking your feet underneath him. you don’t know how he’s had this much patience, you would’ve thought he’d done much worse by now than slap you. and although a small amount, whatever he had you snort off of his arm was starting to fuck with your vision. his hair was a brighter shade of purple. so so, so fucking bright. it hurts your eyes so much, but everything else was so so blurry. his hair was the only thing you could see. everything blurs so much more when he finally starts putting pressure around your neck and actually begins to choke you once he finally forces himself inside of you.

“fuckkkk…that’s right baby, just keep squeezing me like that. holy shit you feel so good.”

your hits become sloppier, the scratches breaking less and less skin on his arms, your legs moving slower and slower. you hold onto his hands hoping to get them to loosen up but they just won’t. you try begging him, pleading him to just let go, but it just feels too good, he can’t. how could he stop when your neck is just such good leverage for him? but finally, he lets go and pulls out.

“fuck, señorita. keep that same energy when we go for round two.”

he pulls his pants up before climbing into the front seat, knocking onto the window as if signaling to someone. and as soon as he does, the back seat door opens and whom you can assume is his friend jumps into the car. you can’t see him though. thanos’s purple hair in the front seat still being the only thing you can make out.

“wow, you look a fucking mess.”

“me or her?”

you recognized his voice. it was namgyu. everyone who went to the club knew him. he was the biggest fucking junkie there was. nobody wanted near him, not even other junkies, and that’s saying something. well, nobody except thanos. but sometimes you don’t even think thanos wants namgyu near him. he ignores thanos’s question and pulls you onto his lap, prodding at your thighs and holding them open with his own legs, his arms hugging yours tight to your sides. the engine of the car blares and you realize that once you get on the road, it might be your only chance out of this nightmare.

he plunges his fingers straight into your core without warning, causing you to let out a hiss. thanos snaps his head back at the sound and yells at namgyu to “be gentle”.

“don’t rip her open man, i still got some more rounds in me…”

“would you just keep your eyes on the road?”

you squirm in his lap, pushing yourself against his growing erection to get away from his fingers but they only follow your every movement. you can’t look out the window to see where you are, the blurring only getting worse with every light seeping into the car. plus, the windows are obscenely foggy. even without your blurry eyes you wouldn’t be able to see. despite his frame being much smaller than thanos’s, he’s still stronger than you. nothing you do can push his fingers out and nothing you do can get him off of you.

“get off of me—”

it came out quieter than you would’ve liked, and he just scoffs at the pathetic attempt. instead of responding immediately , he just shoves another finger into you causing you to throw your head back onto his shoulder. despite obviously never touching a woman before, his sloppy circles on your clit and finger thrusts in you were slowly pushing you over the edge and you knew that the inevitable was going to happen. there’s nothing you can do physically so you just opt to scream. loud. like really loud. you had no idea if there were cars nearby or people walking, you just knew you wanted out of this damn car and that the only thing you could do was beg or scream. thanos immediately slams his hands on his ears dramatically and decides to just blast some shitty rap music to drown out your sounds. you didn’t care if you lost your voice, you were still going to keep screaming over the music. you couldn’t take this. but the moment you open your mouth again, something sharp digs into your neck. it pierces your skin tightly and you can only assume it’s a knife, which causes you to shrink into namgyu even more.

“if you move, scream, or speak one more time, i swear i’ll cut your throat right open. you got it?”

you just still, tensing every muscle in your body.

“i’ve always wanted to break a bitch like you in. you think you’re too good to get fucked?”

he rubs his thumb even harder on your clit, dragging it up and down. going from extremely fast to extremely slow dragged out rubs.

“i’m gonna squeeze orgasm after orgasm out of you up until we get to his shitty apartment.”

thanos couldn’t hear that over the music. you could hear him obnoxiously singing with the lyrics, probably getting every single one wrong. you swallow tightly.

“by the time i’m done and i pull my fingers out of you, your slutty pussys gonna be begging for something to be stuffed in there. gonna feel too empty for a whore like you i’m sure.”

he presses the knife deeper into your neck and you can feel a long stream of blood drip down your neck. you try to crane your neck away but he just presses it deeper in and you can now feel a waterfall of blood pouring down your neck, causing you to cry and beg him to stop.

“please, i’m sor—”

“didn’t i say not to move?”

he presses it ever so slightly deeper.

“didn’t i say not to speak?”

he twists it now, causing the gash to become wider before letting out a sigh and pulling it out of your neck and ripping his fingers out of your pussy, causing you to clench on nothing, shamefully so. you whine in embarrassment hoping he didn’t notice. it wasn’t intentional, it was just a natural response. but of course, he takes it how he sees it. you really think he seriously knows anything about a woman’s anatomy let alone a woman in general? no. so of course when he sees your poor empty hole clench on nothing the moment he rips his fingers out he laughs.

“guess i was right, huh? of course i was right. all you girls do is beg and beg to get fucked but then you play hard to get right when a guys all hot and bothered.”

he takes his now free hand and squeezes your cheeks between his fingers, making sure to still squeeze his arm tightly around yours, still continuing to keep you still and his legs still keeping your own spread.

“you’re over here acting like you’re too good for me. did you act like that with him?”

“n—”

he places the knife on your lips, the blood from your neck smearing and the taste of iron slipping into your mouth causing you to cringe and gag. you attempt to move away but he just holds your face tighter and clicks his tongue.

“aht—don’t move. wouldn’t wanna cut your mouth open. don’t think thanos would wanna taste the blood when he’s lapping at your mouth like a dog. it’s pathetic, honestly.”

he squeezes your cheeks tighter, waiting for you to open it fully and so you do, and the moment he does he plunges the knife straight into your mouth, the only thing sticking out being the handle.

“by the time i take it out of your mouth, it better be spotless.”

you hated both of them, but at this point you were praying that thanos would turn the damn music down and turn around. and as if your prayers were answered he turns his head around, then turns around again to make sure what he’s seeing isn’t just a hallucination and he turns down the music. not to zero because he still has to have it on, of course, but it’s quieter now.

“woah, woah man, what the fuck are you doing?”

he leans into the backseat and rips the knife out of your mouth, carelessly so, but at least he took it out. he throws it in the front seat and you can hear namgyu mumbling annoyances under his breath.

“what the fuck man? i said you could fuck her, not kill her!”

namgyu pushes you off of him in annoyance, not that there was really anywhere for you to go so it didn’t particularly help you in anyway.

“i wasn’t killing her, just scaring her. y’needa learn how to put a bitch in her place.”

you interrupt their arguing by pounding on the windows once again. you missed a few times, pounding on the car seats a few times because of the blurriness. everything was a blurry shade of gray and black besides thanos’s stupid fucking hair. speaking of hair, namgyu pulls you back by yours, keeping an iron grip on it so you can’t move to the window. in fact, you can’t move at all without it feeling like your skull is on fire. soon after, everything becomes muted as if you’re underwater. you can’t hear things properly anymore. you had never done drugs before and although you hadn’t taken that much of a line, you still took a line nonetheless. you figured everything would just stay blurry since nothing else had happened for a while but now you couldn’t hear anything. you don’t know if they were still arguing and you don’t know if they were even talking anymore.

namgyu waves his hands in front of your face, the only thing you can somewhat make out being his rings. he squeezes your thigh and you flinch. he was probably checking if you were still all there. he finally releases his grip on your hair and pulls you back onto his lap once again, his fingers finding their way back to your core, slipping right back in with ease. you really hope thanos’s apartment is nearby because if namgyu meant what he said earlier, you didn’t want to know how messy thanos’s car seats were about to look, and you definitely didn’t want to give namgyu the satisfaction of knowing he could actually manage to make a woman moan in this lifetime.

[girly-girlk]

Can you write rafe cameron x reader where she has a bad home life and she goes to rafe for comfort after something happens with her parents. Sending my love pookie ❤️

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rafe cameron x reader

summary: you go to rafe’s house after a bad fight with your parents

a/n: this one was so fun to write and (in my opinion) super cute! enjoy!!💕

you didn’t plan on ending up at his place. not tonight.

you were just supposed to come home from work, grab dinner, and avoid your parents like usual. but for once, they didn’t let you slip by. instead, your dad was waiting in the kitchen — the scowl already painted across his face, disappointment practically dripping from his words before he even opened his mouth.

and then it started again.

the yelling.

the blame.

everything being your fault — the bills, the mess, their misery.

by the time you slammed the door behind you and took off down the street barefoot, you didn’t even realize your cheeks were soaked. or that your breathing was shaking. or that you only had one place in mind.

rafe cameron.

the boy everyone warned you about. but the one who, in quiet, unguarded moments, had only ever treated you gently. and right now, you needed gentle more than anything.

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you don’t knock. just pound once on the front door of tannyhill and pray someone’s awake. it’s past midnight, but the porch light flicks on fast, and within seconds, the door swings open.

rafe stands there, shirtless, sleep-heavy eyes blinking in confusion — until he sees your face.

“shit, baby…”

he doesn’t ask. doesn’t even hesitate.

arms around you. instantly. like instinct. like he’s done it a thousand times. one hand presses to the back of your head, the other wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you in until your whole body melts against his chest.

you break. fully. no holding back. sobs wrack your frame and his hold only tightens.

“i—i didn’t know where else to go,” you manage between gasps.

“you don’t need anywhere else,” rafe murmurs against your hair. “you come to me, always.”

you feel him pull you inside and close the door behind you, guiding you wordlessly to his room. his touch never leaves — not when you sit on the edge of his bed, not when he grabs a blanket and wraps it around your shoulders, not even when he kneels in front of you like he’s trying to anchor you back to earth.

“what happened?” he finally asks, voice low, calm — but there’s something dangerous burning under it. he’s trying not to lose it.

you stare at him, lip trembling. “they… said i was ruining everything. that i’m worthless. that if i left, no one would even care.”

rafe goes completely still.

his jaw clenches. eyes narrow. and for a terrifying second, you think he might explode.

but instead, he stands. he doesn’t yell. doesn’t punch a wall. he just sits beside you and pulls you into his lap like you weigh nothing.

“you listen to me right now,” he says, voice husky but firm. “they don’t get to treat you like that. ever. that’s not love. that’s not family.”

you lean into him, soaking in his warmth, his scent — safety.

“i care,” he whispers against your forehead. “i fucking care, okay? i’d lose my mind if you disappeared.”

you nod into his chest, words escaping you.

“i’m not letting them hurt you again,” he continues. “you stay here tonight. stay as long as you need. forever, if that’s what it takes.”

a pause. then quieter, more vulnerable:

“i want you here. with me.”

you look up into his eyes, raw and sincere.

“i feel safe with you,” you whisper.

rafe softens — visibly — and cups your cheek with both hands.

“you are. always.”

and for the first time in what feels like forever, your heartbeat starts to steady.

because maybe everything’s falling apart —

but in his arms, you finally feel like you’re home.

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: Terminal illness, character death, anticipatory grief, hospital setting, references to emotional regret, and depictions of silent mourning. Please read with care.

notes: this was requested! i know i've said that i wouldn't write character death but the requestor asked for "heart wrenching angst" and this was the saddest thing i could think of.

“It’s okay, baby. You can rest now.”

You hear him before you feel him. His voice, warm and low, breaking at the edges. Then the slow, familiar weight of his hand curling around yours. Calloused, trembling.

The machines are quieter now. The room, too. The nurses had whispered something about giving you both privacy, and then they were gone. Just the steady beeping. Just him.

Chan.

You can’t open your eyes. Haven’t been able to for a while now. But you feel him. Every breath. Every word.

He leans in, presses his forehead to yours. And even though you can’t see it, you know he’s crying.

“You’ve fought so hard, baby,” he murmurs, like it hurts him to say it. “So damn hard. I’m so proud of you.”

You want to squeeze his hand. Tell him you’re sorry. That you didn’t want this either.

But your fingers don’t move.

“You don’t have to keep fighting,” he says, voice cracking. “You’ve given me everything. I’m so grateful. Just—just rest now, okay? It’s okay to go.”

A pause. Then—

“God,” he chokes, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying.”

His lips brush your knuckles.

“I don’t know how to be without you.”

The words land heavy. Like bricks. Like grief already settling in his lungs before you’re even gone.

“What do I do?” he whispers. “You were supposed to be here. At the end of every tour. Every stupid award show. Every night I needed someone to remind me who the hell I am.”

You feel it—his hand clutching tighter. His voice rising just a little.

“Please, don’t go. Not yet. Just—just give me one more day. One more hour. One more smile baby, please.”

His forehead presses harder against yours, like he’s trying to fuse you together. Like if he just holds you close enough, he can stop time. Reverse it. Rewrite it.

But there’s no miracle this time.

No comeback.

No more time.

“I thought I had more,” he says, voice so quiet it’s nearly a breath. “More days. More ways to show you I loved you.”

You can hear him trying to hold it together. Swallowing the sobs. The gasps. The panic.

“I was gonna propose, you know?” he confesses, with a shaky little laugh that sounds like it's breaking open his chest. “Bought the ring months ago. Just… kept waiting for the right moment.”

His thumb brushes along your knuckles, back and forth, back and forth. Gentle. Steady. Like a habit he doesn't know how to break.

“Fucking idiot,” he whispers, not to you—but to himself.

Another breath. It catches somewhere in his chest.

“You would've said yes, right?” he asks, quieter now. “You would've stayed.”

There's no answer. Just the soft hum of the machines beside you. The slow, dragging rhythm of a heartbeat that’s starting to slip between the seconds.

Chan presses a kiss to your temple, and his lips linger there. Motionless.

“I hope you felt loved,” he says. “Even when I was gone. Even when I didn’t say it.”

The monitor stutters. Once.

Then again.

And then—flatlines.

No dramatic alarms. No panicked rush of nurses. Just the sound fading out. The weight of your body going still in his arms.

His hand stays wrapped around yours.

For a moment, he doesn’t move.

Doesn’t blink.

He just breathes in shallow, uneven pulls—like he’s afraid to exhale. Like letting go of that one breath might mean letting go of you completely.

And then his shoulders fall.

No sound.

Just that.

He lowers his head against your pillow, cheek resting beside yours. Eyes squeezed shut. Tears slipping soundlessly down his face, soaking into the same sheets that still hold your warmth.

His fingers keep holding yours, even though your hand is slack now.

Even though you're gone.

And in the quiet that follows, he doesn’t break. Not all at once.

He just… crumbles. Slowly.

Quietly.

Alone.

[malsmind]

▸004 ⋅˚₊‧ Cry Alone ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

⚠︎ ∿ crying ∿ small mentions of drug abuse ∿

၊၊||၊ Come Over When You're Sober, Pt. 2 ⌗ 4

𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 ��𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 @delilahsturniolo

you knew chris before the chains and the stage lights. before the fans, the tour buses, the late-night shows that left him breathless and grinning and half-dead inside. you knew him when it was just him and a shitty mic in his room, loose pages of lyrics littered across the floor.

when no one believed in him except you.

when the only thing louder than his music was the sound of his mother crying behind a closed door. and now? he’s made it.

somewhere between the neon signs and hotel rooms and half-empty bottles, chris fucking made it. he’s doing his thing. they scream his name. they want pieces of him. and he gives it to them.

but they don’t know him like you do.

they don’t know the nights he doesn’t sleep. the way he flinches when someone gets too close. the way he stares into nothing for hours, headphones on, but no music playing. they don’t know what it’s like when the high wears off.

but you do.

because you’re the only one from his hometown he can stand. the only one he still answers for. the only one he calls when everything starts to fall apart, his best friend.

it’s past midnight when your phone lights up. his name. you answer fast.

“chris?”

a pause. then his voice, rough and wet, like he’s been crying—like he is crying.

“ion wanna be alone right now,” he breathes.

“ion wanna cry alone… please, ma…”

your heart drops.

“chris, what’s wrong??”

another silence. then a quiet, cracked—

“please come over.”

you don’t ask anything else. you grab your keys, hoodie, and drive. his place is dim when you get there. the kind of dark that feels heavy. he opens the door in sweats, hair a mess, eyes red.

no chain. no rings. just chris. your chris.

you don’t say anything. you just pull him in. his arms wrap around you like he’s drowning. his face buries in your neck. and then, he breaks. you feel it. his chest shaking. his breathing stuttering. quiet sobs he’s too proud to let out all the way. you guide him to the couch. he falls with you, head in your lap, like it’s the only safe place left in the world. you run your fingers through his hair, over and over, waiting for him to speak. it takes a while.

“i hate it here,” he says, finally.

voice low. cracked.

“i hate all of them.”

you don’t ask who. you already know. the hometown kids. the fake friends. the stuck-up assholes who used to laugh at him in the hallway, now pretending they were always close. sliding into his dms with “proud of you bro.” he sees through it.

all of it.

“they don’t give a fuck about me,” he mumbles.

“they just wanna say they knew me.”

you nod. he keeps going.

“i can’t even go back there without feelin’ sick. they look at me like i’m some fuckin’ alien or some shit.”

he sniffles, wipes his face on his sleeve.

“but when i don’t show up, they talk shit. say i changed.”

he looks up at you then, eyes glassy, voice softer—

“but you don’t.”

that hits you. because it’s true. you never changed.

you never left.

you never wanted anything from him but him.

“i just missed you,” you whisper, brushing his hair from his face.

“that’s all.”

he nods. leans into your hand like it’s the only thing holding him up. you stay like that for a while. no music. no distractions. just you and him and the weight of everything unsaid. you let him fall asleep on you. your hoodie still smells like your perfume. his face still wet from crying. and even though you know how heavy it is to love someone like chris, to carry the weight of someone who’s always halfway out the door—you hold him anyway.

because even if the world forgets him, tears him apart, he’ll always have a place with you. and deep down, he knows that. you wake up the next morning to sunlight pouring through the curtains. his hand is still holding yours. and for the first time in a long time, chris looks at peace.

[vxnillabxn]

Hello vanilla 🍦!! I absolutely love that you're a zayne girlie and I love your blog fr! I just have a simple request. I'm obsessed with the idea of mc being pregnant and doing her best to hide it from zayne, because she's scared (though it doesn't last too long because he's her doctor). Yes they are In a deep relationship/ very early marriage.

Heres a Lil zayne gift taken by yours truly 😄:

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x fem!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, pregnancy themes, suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚YES GOD! he looks so scrumptious, so deLICIOUS, dare i say scrumptilicious? THANK YOU!! ♡ btw, this contains pregnancy themes, hormonal imbalances and some other things related to that, so keep it in mind!

the honeymoon was marvelous. you two hadn't had the chance to be together for that long, with no work or urgent matters distracting you.

of course, you spent every single second together during that one-month honeymoon, and… it's safe to say you were loved every night.

now, it's only been a short while since you returned home, and that same lovey-dovey atmosphere lingers in the air. he still holds you so tight, takes his sweet time worshipping you, kissing you, caressing you, and he already told you to expect this for the rest of your marriage.

and you believe he means it.

naturally, things tend to happen after loving someone so... deeply. and as you held the positive pregnancy test in your shaky hands, you knew this was a consequence of your now bound love.

you were happy… as happy as you were nervous… and as nervous as you were terrified. it's only natural to have babies once you marry and both agree, right?

but still, you don't exactly feel prepared. or at least, you're afraid this will overwhelm your dynamic, especially since you and zayne are practically newlyweds.

you throw the test away and decide to ignore it for now.

out of sight, out of mind.

when zayne returns from work, you act as if nothing happened. lots of kisses, soft giggles, hand-feeding, massages on his tense shoulders… until you two clumsily head upstairs, lips locked, and take it under the sheets.

as the warmth of your love still lingers between you, he gently kisses your forehead. but you're thinking too much, your face buried against his chest.

he senses something is bothering you, but he also knows you'll come to him when you're ready. so, you both fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

unluckily for you, things soon start to change, though not in your relationship. you two are still perfectly fine.

but you can't stand the smell of your favorite things. they make you nauseous.

irritated, even.

your skin feels different, your mood changes, even your scent shifts.

you have to use oversized clothing, but he's used to you stealing his shirts, so you manage to be sneaky —according to you.

and it's only been a week. yes, just one week, but zayne already notices, even when you think he doesn't. he knows about hormonal changes, so he quietly decides to suggest a few trusted gynecologists when you're ready to talk.

but inside, you're terrified. seeing how tired zayne comes home, noticing how immature you feel for hiding this… suddenly, the idea of becoming a mother feels too real. too soon.

and yet, every time you look down at your belly, you feel this tender pull. there's nothing visible yet, but the thought of carrying a little sprout that shares both your features and zayne's makes you want to sob.

how will you tell him? you'd have to admit you've been hiding it. what if he feels hurt? or worse, disappointed? what if he thinks you don't want this?

your mind spirals. and it just so happens tonight zayne has a night shift, so he won't be home.

you promise yourself you'll tell him when he comes back.

…

but you don't.

the next morning, when he finally comes home by breakfast, he heads straight to bed. by lunchtime, you wake him with a tray in hand, and he thanks you, offering to share.

the dish you made looks beautiful, colorful, and so nutritious… but when the spoon nears your lips, nausea hits.

you rush to the bathroom, and, of course, he follows.

he isn't clueless. he's a doctor. he put two and two together, and got a huge, obvious four. the first time you two had unprotected intimacy? it was six, almost seven weeks ago. the symptoms all point in the same direction.

you're either pregnant… or something else might be wrong.

“i got you, love,” he murmurs, gently pulling your hair back and rubbing your arched back. truthfully, seeing you like this breaks his heart, but if it's because you're pregnant, it makes that heart race with quiet joy.

once you calm down, he helps you wash your face, then cups your cheeks tenderly.

“my love, i don't wish to intrude… but i think it's necessary to buy a pregnancy test, just to check the possible causes.”

poor zayne. if only he knew you already took the test. but as you look away, fidgeting with your hands, his gaze catches it. his brows furrow slightly, and he lifts your chin.

“my love, is there anything you wish to tell me?”

your bottom lip trembles. stupid emotional imbalances.

before you know it, you burst into tears, throwing yourself into his arms.

“i'm sorry, love! i found out ages ago, i thought i could hide it until i felt ready… but the truth is i'm being immature, and i was scared of burdening you with this when your life is already so hectic, and—”

his eyes go wide. gently but firmly, he takes your shoulders.

“breathe in.”

you sniffle and obey, inhaling shakily.

“and out.”

you exhale, and he nods.

“good. now, here's what we'll do; we'll go sit outside, finish lunch, and you'll tell me everything you feel comfortable sharing, alright?”

you nod softly, following his lead.

after an honest, vulnerable conversation, he cups your cheek.

“my love. you know i think you're the smartest woman i've ever met, right?”

you nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“but… truly, you still manage to amuse me with such silly worries,” he sighs, though there's only warmth in his voice as he means no harm.

“i know. i'm sorry, zayne. it all happened so fast. i thought it might change things between us… we're still adapting to being married, and… i don't know.”

he hums, gently pulling you into his lap so you face him.

“tell me honestly. does the idea of having a baby with me make you happy?”

you pause, but then nod.

“yes. i'm scared… but when i think of a mini-zayne growing in my belly, it feels warm and right.”

a small smile softens his face as he kisses your forehead.

“then listen to me. i'm ecstatic to have a baby with you. you and i have overcome so much together. this won't be any different.”

your lips curl into a shy smile, and suddenly, all those fears melt into soft, hopeful images; zayne holding a tiny baby, your baby, baby laughter filling the house, his gaze tender and so full of love… and you, right there with them, just as happy.

after all, this pregnancy is a result of a man who loves you, and who you know will love you eternally. hiding it from him now feels so foolish.

“tomorrow morning, we'll see a gynecologist. you'll need vitamins, a checkup… i've already looked into the best-reviewed ones. our little jasmine will be strong.”

our little jasmine.

your currently tiny sprout.

you nod, hugging him tightly. when his hands gently rub over your belly, it finally feels real. it feels meant to be.

yes, you're still a little scared —and so is he. but together, with this steady love, you know you're invincible.

and your baby will be welcomed by a small, but oh-so-thankful family.

[gds-daisy]

girls need love

pairing: thangyu x midsized fem!reader

summary: the one where reader has a breakdown before date night with namgyu and thanos.

warnings: body image issues, mental breakdown, domestic!thangyu, fluff, namgyu and thanos being total sweeties (shocker!)

a/n: i coincidentally put a bigbang reference in here let’s see if you can find it! also there may be a part two to this since i need to do a bit more research on threesome dynamics!

As you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, you were only met with disappointment at the sight of your body.

This wasn’t how you intended to feel today of all days. You had just finished getting ready for your dinner date with your boyfriends Thanos and Namgyu. Fast forward to now—you were now wearing a black bodycon dress paired with some black heels. You were disgusted with the way the clothes clung to your body. You picked at every curve and roll that was very evident through the material of the clothes. You hated it.

You always had a love-hate relationship with your body, which stemmed from your childhood. Being the heaviest girl in all of your friend group only made your insecurities fester into what it was now—hatred. You couldn’t help but feel sick to your stomach as you stared back at your reflection. You were too caught up in your appearance to hear the sound of your bedroom door opening behind you or the faint footsteps that followed. You were in your own world until a familiar voice spoke.

"Baby are you ready yet? Gyu's just finishing-" Thanos says, but before he could complete his sentence, you turned around. His jaw dropped as soon as he laid his eyes on you, now raking his eyes up and down your body. "Wow...you look fantastic, baby," he says with adoration.

"You think so?" you ask, your cheeks now at flushed after hearing his compliment.

"Of course I do. Why would you ask me something like that?," Thanos asks you, a puzzled look now taking over his face.

"It's just...I don't feel pretty. This dress doesn't hug me in the right ways." you confess to him with your head hung low. You felt ashamed.

“Are you kidding me? You look fucking amazing right now," he praises.

You should feel happy to hear him talk so highly about you in this moment, but it just made you feel worse. You didn't get what he saw in you. I mean how could he see past all the rolls you had or all the cellulite on your skin? Not only did he seem to, but so did Namgyu on multiple occasions. The thought of it alone was enough to make you start to get teary eyed. Thanos had seen the shift in your facial expression along with the faint tears that decorated your lower eyelids. Shit.

“Hey hey hey…don’t cry sweetie. It’s okay…” he says softly. He inches closer to before wrapping his arms around you. You can’t help but lean into the hug and bury your head into the crook of his shoulder while sobbing.

“I-I’m not good enough for you guys…y-you could do better than me,” you croak loud enough for him to hear.

“Listen to me…you are perfect just the way you are,” he reassures you as his hands run through the tresses of your hair. “You are more than enough. I promise you,” he continues.

“Hey babe, have you seen my watch any-“ was heard from behind the two of you, enough to startle you guys. “What’s going on here?” Namgyu asks out of concern due to Thanos having his arms around you.

“Our girl doesn’t think she’s pretty or good enough for us,” Thanos says to the raven haired man. “Told her none of that’s true.”

That was enough for Namgyu to walk closer to the two of you. “May I?” he asks Thanos, discreetly asking if he could chime in to which Thanos silently nods his head at before pulling away from the hug. “What’s got you feeling this way, huh?” Namgyu asks, the pad of his thumb coming up to your face to wipe away any tears that were still falling down your cheeks. “Was it something we did?” he asks.

You don’t answer right away which only makss Namgyu more anxious to hear your answer. See, contrary to popular belief, Namgyu did have a soft side. Hell, he didn’t know he had one before he met the two of you at Club Pentagon. Namgyu didn’t plan any of it. He thought he didn’t have time for love, but you guys changed his mind in the long run. He didn’t care if it made him seem weak to others. All that mattered to him was your guys’ happiness. And right now, you were clearly in distress.

The silence in the room only continues for a while longer before you finally get enough courage to spit out the words. “It’s this dress…it makes me look big…” you trail.

It takes Namgyu a few seconds to process your words. How could their girl say something like that?…something so unbelievably untrue. It pained him to see you like this. Hell, he knew it was killing Thanos as well even if he wasn’t saying anything at the moment.

“I think I speak for Thanos as well when I say this…you are the most breathtaking girl we’ve ever laid our eyes on. We don’t know how we pulled such an amazing girl like you, doll,” Namgyu coos, his hand now clutching yours as he rubs soft circles across the soft skin of your hand. “Isn’t that right, Thanos?” he asks.

“Absolutely fucking right,” Thanos says in return. Without hesitation, he inches closer to you and Namgyu. “You’re like a work of art in every single way. No matter how you see yourself, you will always remain perfect in our eyes. We’re always gonna be here to reassure you of that when that pretty little head of yours thinks otherwise, got it baby?” Thanos asks rhetorically.

“I’m sorry about all this…I’ve ruined our date night already and it hasn’t even started,” you say shakily.

“You haven’t ruined anything. We’re just so glad you told us about this. Me and ‘Gyu always wanna make sure you’re okay,” he affirms.

“I love you guys so much…I really do. Quite frankly, I don’t know what I would do without you guys,” you say, your voice and emotions betraying you in the process as you feel the tears start to fall again.

“Hey hey…don’t cry for us….c’mere, we’ve got you,” he says with a smile.

The three of you come together for a group hug, one that’s as comforting as a soft blanket. Namgyu and Thanos take turns caressing your head with their soft hands, enough for you to lean deeper into their warm embrace. At some point, the two men start to switch off kissing you on the lips as if you were the most fragile porcelain to ever exist, the rest of the world fading in the process.

The moment lasts for a while longer before you finally pull away with a newfound smile on your face. The expression is enough for them to look at each other with a sense of relief and happiness that came from being able to help you. That was all they wanted. You were their safe haven and they wanted to make sure they could provide you with the same sense of security you had given them so many times.

“Are you okay now?” Namgyu questions you.

“I think I am…all thanks to you guys,” you say with a weak chuckle.

“We’re just doing our job, baby,” Namgyu says in response.

“Damn right we are,” Thanos says cockily, earning a laugh from you, which only makes his heart beat faster for you. “Now c’mon, we’ve got a dinner date to get to,” he chides playfully.

And with that, the three of you slowly make your way downstairs with all of your hands intertwined with one another’s as you did so. You felt nothing but comfort with them by your side and that was enough for you to let all of your troubles float away, even if it was for the time being. You knew that as long as you had them, you would be okay. Hell, more than okay. They were everything you ever wanted out of life despite all of the hardships that came with it. What you guys shared was something that nobody else would ever be able to experience. They were your rocks, your best friend, and your home— all in one.

Safe to say, you weren’t going anywhere and neither were they.

[sereia4skz]

i just need felix begging...

drabble | late night on the phone

pairing: sub!felix x reader

genre: smut

warnings: begging, phone sex, orgasm denial, sleepy sex

word count: ~700

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

You’re barely awake when your phone buzzes, and when you answer, Felix’s voice is low, warm, and tired.

“Hey, baby…”

He sounds soft around the edges, voice a little raspy from singing, eyes probably half-lidded, skin still warm from stage lights. You can hear the distant hum of a hotel AC unit behind him, maybe a rustle of sheets as he settles into bed.

“You okay?” you murmur, voice hoarse from sleep.

“Yeah. Just missed you.”

There’s a pause, quiet and comfortable, like the two of you are lying in bed together instead of miles apart.

“I always call when I miss you this much,” he adds, a little sheepish. “I couldn’t sleep.”

You smile faintly. “You want me to talk you down?”

“Maybe…” he says, teasing at first, but then it tapers into something real. “Or maybe just talk to me.”

So you do, about your day, what you had for dinner, some dumb video you saw online, and he laughs at all the right parts, murmurs little hums of agreement. But the longer you talk, the quieter he gets. Breath slowing. Words sticking.

“Lix?” you prompt, amused. “You falling asleep on me?”

“No,” he says too fast. “I’m just thinking. About you.”

Another pause. This one heavier. “What are you wearing?”

You blink, then laugh softly. “That’s subtle.”

“I’m serious,” he says, voice a little rougher now. “I miss your voice. Your body. Everything I keep thinking about your hands.”

You shift under the covers, heart starting to thrum.

“Felix…”

“I’ve been thinking about it all night,” he admits, suddenly breathless. “The way you touch me. The way you talk when you’re teasing. I’ve been hard since I got back from the venue.”

“Are you touching yourself now?”

There’s a beat of hesitation, then the softest sound, a barely-there gasp, the faint slick of lube, “Yeah,” he breathes. “I couldn’t wait.”

“God, you’re needy.”

“I know,” he whines. “I’m so fucking needy. I wish you were here. Wish I could lay between your legs and just stay there.”

“You wanna be used, baby?”

“Yes. Please. Just wanna be your good boy. I’ve been so good, haven’t touched myself all week. Just waited for you.”

“Liar.”

“No, really,” he pants. “I wanted it to feel better when I finally did. I wanted you in my head. And now, fuck I’m so close already, baby, please.”

You let your voice drop, slow and indulgent. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You, on top of me,” he moans. “Your hands on my chest, your voice in my ear. The way you sound when I make you come. The way you tell me I’m pretty when I beg.”

He’s gasping now, the slick sound louder, faster, he's not even trying to hold back anymore.

“Please let me come,” he whispers. “I’ll do anything. Just say it. Say I can, please?”

“Not yet,” you purr.

He whines, so needy and desperate it borders on pathetic. “Please. I can’t, I’m gonna- fuck, I can’t stop it-”

“You better hold it,” you warn, voice low and sharp. “Be a good boy.”

“Trying- trying so hard!” He hiccups a breath, muffled whimper caught in his throat. “Please, I wanna come with you, please, baby…”

You start to talk him through it, slow and cruelly sweet, tell him how pretty he sounds, how flushed his cheeks must be, how hard he gets just from your voice.

“Are you touching yourself too?” he asks, and the heat in his voice is all-consuming now. “Please tell me you are. I wanna imagine you soaked and moaning, please, I need to hear it, need to come with you, I’ll be so good-”

You smile, wicked and fond. “Go on, baby. Come for me.”

A shattered moan punches through the receiver, thick with sobs of relief, body jerking as he spills into his hand. You don’t stop talking him through it, praising him, cooing soft and filthy things in his ear, and he takes every word like it’s gospel.

Afterward, he’s panting, dazed, voice trembling. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You ruin me. I’m gonna dream about your voice every night until I get home.”

You hum, smug. “Then you better call again tomorrow.”

“I will,” he murmurs, already half-asleep. “But next time, I’m gonna make you beg.”

"Sure, you will" you mumble as he drifts off.

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[thatonegirlonhere]

Felix x f!reader Drabble

Late night call

Felix is on tour and has a hard time and calls you (his gf) for help and comfort

578 words

No warnings.

Half way through the tour It’s late when your phone rings.

Not “midnight and cute” late. Late late.

3:14 AM.

Felix’s contact flashes on the screen — no emoji, no text beforehand. Just a call.

You sit up instantly, heart already thudding. You swipe to answer.

“Lix?”

At first, there’s only breathing. Shaky. Uneven. Not quite a sob, but close.

“Hey,” his voice finally breaks through — hoarse and thin.

“Hey,” you whisper back. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Another long silence. Then:

“I don’t know how to do this right now.”

Your heart cracks.

“What happened?”

“I just—” he breathes out, choked. “We finished rehearsal at midnight. I messed up the choreography again. I stayed behind to practice by myself, and I thought I was okay, but I—I’m not.”

He’s trying to hold it in, but you can hear the tremble.

“I can’t breathe right, and my chest feels tight, and it’s like—like everything’s collapsing at once, and I just needed to hear you. I needed your voice.”

You close your eyes and place a hand over your own heart. Steady. For him.

“Okay, love. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

“I feel like I’m failing everyone. Like no matter how much I give, it’s never enough.”

“You are enough, Lix. Just as you are. Always.”

He exhales, sharp and shaky. You keep your voice low and slow — the same tone you used when he was sick, when he got stage fright, when the world felt too heavy.

“Breathe with me, baby. In through your nose… okay? One, two, three…”

You wait. You hear him inhale.

“Good. Now out through your mouth. One, two, three…”

He follows again. It’s still uneven, but his breathing is starting to ground.

“You’re doing great,” you murmur. “You’re here. You’re safe. You’re not alone.”

“I’m so tired,” he says, voice cracking. “Not just physically — like… in my soul, y’know?”

Your eyes burn. “I know.”

“And I hate crying about it, ‘cause I’m supposed to be strong. For the members. For STAY. For everyone.”

“But you don’t have to be strong for me.”

There’s a long pause. You think maybe he’s crying again, but not like before — softer. Surrendered.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Your throat tightens.

“I love you, too.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You let me see the real you,” you say. “That’s enough.”

You shift in bed, pressing the phone closer.

“Tell me where you are right now.”

“Hotel. Japan. Fourth floor. Room 408.”

“Okay. Imagine I’m there with you.”

“I wish.”

“Close your eyes. I’m right beside you. Under the covers. Your head on my chest. My fingers in your hair. Got it?

He hums softly. “Yeah. I’ve got it.”

“You’ve done enough. You’ve given so much. And I’m proud of you, sunshine. So, so proud.”

He lets out a shaky breath.

“Now close your eyes for real.”

“Will you stay on the line?”

“All night, if you want.”

“Even if I fall asleep?”

“Especially then.”

He doesn’t answer.

You listen to his breathing slowly even out. His sniffles fade. You hear the soft rustle of blankets, the hum of hotel air conditioning, and then — finally — the tiniest sigh.

“You’re my home,” he mumbles, barely audible. “You keep me safe.”

Your heart swells, aching and full.

“Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He sleeps.

With your voice still in his ear.

[powderpinkprincess]

Safe Haven - three [Carlos Sainz & daughter!OC]

Carlos Sainz never expected to become a single dad, but when three-year-old Isa is suddenly left in his care, he’s forced to face the truth about what she’s been through… And what kind of father he’s willing to become. A story about family, healing, and learning to parent in the fast lane. find the list of chapters here

Carlos had just finished reading Elmer the Patchwork Elephant for the dozenth time. It was Isa’s favourite book since she first slept at his place. It seemed to be her way of comfort in switching countries on a weekend every month. Now she had finally started to relax, her little fingers wrapped around the edge of her blanket, eyelids heavy, thumb hovering near her mouth like she didn’t know if she should let herself feel small. Her soft bunny was sitting in the corner of her bed, right at her pillow.

Carlos kissed her forehead, smoothing her hair back. “Muy bien, princesa. Time to sleep now, okay?”

She nodded, not saying a word, just watching him with wide, tired eyes.

Carlos stood up, moving toward the switch. “I’m going to turn off this light now, but your night light stays on, sí?” Isa didn’t like sleeping in the dark, so last year, he’d bought a cloud-shaped light that changed colours smoothly, lulling her into sleep ever since. It was already on, so he flicked the switch gently.

The second the room dimmed, Isa screamed.

Not cried. Screamed.

She launched upright in the bed, breath ragged, panic exploding from her chest like it had been waiting there. “No! No, no, no, no, no!” she cried, frantically kicking at the blanket. “Don’t go! Don’t go!” She scrambled to the edge of the bed, her little arms stretched out toward him like she was about to fall off a cliff if he took one more step.

Carlos was back at her side in seconds. “Isa, mi amor, I’m just going to the living room. Your night light is on, see?”

But she didn’t hear him. She kept her tiny hands held out toward him, wriggling his fingers as if she was trying to reach him from afar, her sobs high-pitched and panicked. This had never happened before.

Carlos sat back on the edge of her bed, and she immediately climbed into his lap, her breath shuddering, fingers gripping his shirt like he was the only thing anchoring her. Her free thumb slipped into her mouth as she clung to him, her body tense within his arms. Carlos’s heart sank. She had stopped sucking her thumb when she was two. And now, apparently, she also was having meltdowns again. It felt so, so wrong.

 “Isa, amor, I was just going to be in the living room. You know you can always find me, yeah? You always did when you woke up here,” Carlos murmured, gently rocking her to soothe her. There were multiple occasions when Isa woke up in the middle of the night, and she always found him in the house. And he always came when he woke up to her crying. He was never fond of the cry-it-out method.

Isa choked out another small cry. “I don’t like being all alone.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the smell of strawberry shampoo. “You are not going to be. I’m in the room right next to yours, baby.”

 “When Mommy leaves, she doesn’t come back until the sun is up,” she whispered.

Carlos closed his eyes for a moment. There was no way in hell. “No, Isa. I wasn’t going to leave. Just to the couch. I never go far, okay? Never like that. And I’ll always come back if you call for me.”

She didn’t respond with words, only curled herself tighter against his chest like a koala refusing to let go. After her tears finally dried, he gently moved her from his lap and tucked her back under the covers. Isa gripped is hand, her eyes never leaving his face in the dim light.

He stayed there, sitting on the edge of her bed, letting her hold his hand, his other palm rubbing comforting circles on her back until she finally fell asleep. He tentatively moved away, just to see if she would stir. She didn’t, so Carlos grabbed his phone from the nightstand and stood up.

As he walked out into the living room like he originally planned, something in him snapped. He wanted to call Vivian. He wanted to yell, to ask her what the fuck she was thinking. His thumb hovered over Vivian’s name in his contacts, but something stopped him. A tightness in his chest. Calling her right now would turn into a fight. A mess. And if something was wrong, if Isa was being neglected, he couldn’t risk her covering it up or lashing out.

Instead, he scrolled back up. Found the name he kept in his phone for situations he hoped never to need.

Alexandre Caruso Lawyer

He stepped into the kitchen and dialled. It rang twice before the man picked up. “Carlos? Everything alright?”

Carlos glanced at the clock on the wall and swallowed. It was almost 9 p.m., so he would pay Alexandre gratuitously, but he couldn’t go to sleep like this. “I need advice. About Isa.” His voice cracked slightly. “I think something’s wrong at her mother’s place.”

Alexandre was quiet for a beat. “Tell me everything.”

And Carlos did. He kept his voice low, kept checking the door to make sure Isa was still asleep.

When he finished, Alexandre’s tone was calm but serious. “We need to move carefully. You’re within your rights to request a welfare check or temporary custody, especially if there’s reason to believe her well-being is compromised.”

Carlos’s heart thudded. “Would I be able to keep her here, if it comes to that?”

“If we make a case with the right documentation, yes,” Alexandre said. “Let me make a few calls in the morning. In the meantime, don’t confront Vivian yet. Let me handle that.”

Carlos nodded, even though no one could see him. “Thank you.” He needed this. Not only for Isa, but for his own peace of mind as well.

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From that night, Isa felt seemingly safer with him. But that didn’t only mean playing with her dolls or pretend tea parties with her stuffed bunny. It also meant screaming meltdowns without taking a breath around basic daily routine. It meant refusing to eat, yelling for animal crackers, sobbing, and clinging to Carlos when he tried to put her to bed. Carlos was getting tired and more and more devastated. It seemed like she was fighting with everything to find control or test Carlos’s limits.

He hadn’t seen Isa for two months, and this was how he got back his angel baby daughter.

Carlos always had to stay until she fell asleep, and on each night, she woke up screaming. It took forever to soothe her back to sleep, and some nights she even wet her bed. After a while, Carlos just decided to let her sleep in his room with him. She was fine like that, curled up at his side the whole night. She hadn’t had a single nightmare since she started sleeping with him.

Carlos took her biking with him in the morning, so she was taking a nap in the afternoon when Carlos’s lawyer called him again. He sat at the dining table, his phone on speaker as he rubbed his eyes with one hand.

 “I’m telling you, Alexandre,” Carlos said, voice low and tight, “I can’t send her back to Vivian. I won’t.”

His lawyer sighed on the other end. “I understand. And I believe you. But the bar for emergency custody is high. Neglect is hard to prove unless it’s severe or documented. Repeated visits where Vivian’s intoxicated help, but they don’t guarantee anything yet.”

One and a half weeks had passed since Isa arrived, and Vivian hadn’t called once. She didn’t even open Carlos’s message from the day he picked up Isa from the airport. Even though Vivian told him she was going on a holiday, they conducted three welfare checks, and they found Vivian at home each time. And each time, she was heavily intoxicated. Three times. Three different days. And every single time, Vivian had opened the door reeking of alcohol, unsteady on her feet, barely coherent.

Still, not enough.

Because there hadn’t been bruises. Because the fridge had some food.

Carlos’s jaw clenched. “She kept leaving Isa home alone. We can’t prove that unless Isa is there, but I will not let her back and traumatize her further for some paperwork.”

“Yes, I know. But Vivian has legal custody. If we go to court tomorrow, a judge might say she’s struggling, not incapable. I need more. Witnesses, nursery reports, maybe medical evaluations. Do you have anything from Isa’s pediatrician?”

 “No, I don’t. Vivian never mentioned she took Isa to a doctor,” Carlos sighed, taking a sip of his already cold coffee. “But Alexandre, she was drunk every time they visited.”

“Unfortunately, unless she was a danger in the moment, passed out, violent, incoherent, it’s not technically grounds. Yet.”

Carlos closed his eyes. “I don’t care what the law says. She’s not going back there.”

“I’m with you. I’ll fight for this with everything I’ve got. But Carlos, you have to play this carefully. Keep Isa with you. Keep her safe. Don’t confront Vivian, don’t post anything online, and don’t deny access unless there's an immediate risk. We do this smart.”

“Okay,” Carlos said after a long silence. “We’ll do it your way.”

chapter four

[dexxtrosee]

Prompt 20. Purple. Mohabot. ADAD2025

Painkillers

Robby's pretty sure Jack took something before they went out.

Otherwise, he can't explain why after a single shot he's completely fuckin wasted.

“Y'just… man, you're just so fucking tall.”

He doesn’t want them to see the crimson shade that's painting his face, so he covers the lower part of it with one hand and pushes Abbot away with the other.

“I-I'm not that tall, Jack, and please shut the fuck up now.”

For a second, Robby actually believes Jack is about to start sobbing from how offended and hurt he looks at his words, and he's already babbling a half-fake apology when Mohan enters the bar and he’s completely lost the man.

“Jesus, she's just so… she’s so pretty.”

He has to physically pull him back from springing towards Samira when she slightly turns and waves. Jack pushes him away weakly, doesn’t even sway him, but then Robby lets him push until they both end up stumbling back to their seats.

“I should- I should go talk to her, right? I totally should? God Robby, look at her hair and the way… oh god.”

Jack is fully in character now, lovesick puppy whining and scratching the door to be let inside. Still, Robby doesn’t ease his grip on his shoulder, just makes sure it's not digging in.

“You took painkillers before comin’ here man?”

Jack nods absentminded, trying and failing to shrug off his hand. “The… it was the knee, been kinda bthern’ me re… recently.”

Yeah, he figured.

“Maybe don't fucking do that?”

Jack shrugs again. Robby bites the inside of his cheek and pulls him back again.

He turns to look up at him (up, Jesus, is he really that tall?) and his eyes are so intense Robby reels back a little.

“You're… like a tree, y'know man? Tall and coverin��� us all, blockin’ the sun and shit,” Jack tilts his head and leans closer. “You're the tree and I'm its shade- there's no me without you.”

Robby feels like he's six seconds away from catching fire.

“Jack, maybe we should head back.”

He shakes his head, grabs Robby and pulls him until he's awkwardly side-hugging him. Robby hears Dana cackling in the distance.

“I'm dyin’ here man, don't leave.”

Samira's wearing purple. Robby knows that every time Samira wears purple, Jack short-circuits in ways no military man should.

He first noticed Jack's moony eyes when Samira wore lavander scrubs and he couldn't string a sentence together properly when Robby asked him to tell her it was out of the color code inside The Pitt. To say he was mad was putting it lightly.

“I'm not. Not without you, at least.”

What he truly means is I'm dragging you away from here in six seconds if you keep spilling your guts to me. He refrains from saying it in case Jack decides to bolt beforehand.

“D'ya think I should- oh shit, Robby she's walking I think she's coming here oh shit she's coming-”

Robby plasters a smile on his face and bites back laughter when Jack grunts over the elbow he just buried inside his belly.

“Hi Robby,” Samira starts. She's the brightest person Robby has trained, but still he notices the way her gaze jumps from him to Jack without managing to hide it. “Hi doctor Abbot.”

And Jack doesn’t speak. A few seconds pass, both of them staring at him in wait until Samira starts fidgeting with her bag. Robby clears his throat.

“Mohan, good to see you here. Thought you weren't coming?”

He winces when he notices it sounds too much like a question, but she takes it in stride and shrugs. “Figured it wouldn't do any damage if I stayed out just one night.”

Jack is still paralyzed by his side, staring at her like she hung the moon and the stars. It makes Robby want to die from second hand embarrassment, but she doesn’t seem to mind or even notice.

“I'll go say hi to the others. See you in a couple of minutes!”

She goes away, waving at Robby. He waves back, and as soon as she turns forward, Jack groans.

What kind of friend would Robby be if he didn’t laugh his ass off for a few minutes after?

@letsgobarbs @ananonymousaffair @clubsoft

[bearkibble]

I'm sorry if you are not taking requests at this time. But I saw that you made a mtf story with Dabi and I just had to ask if you could make one with a FTM reader x Dabi?

I’m always taking requests, don’t worry :)

I do have one another on my page, you should check that one out ;)

I’ll leave the link for it here - Dabi x FtM!Reader

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Playback Toy - Dabi

Content Warnings: MDNI (18+) — Voyeurism | Exhibition | Recording | Spitting | Light Slapping | Choking | Breeding | Degradation | Praise | Overstimulation | Edging | Cum Play | Mirror use

Dabi x FtM!Reader - Use of femme anatomical terms

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The camera clicks on with a quiet beep.

That’s your only warning.

You’re already on all fours in front of the mirror, arms trembling, thighs soaked, your pussy spread wide around Dabi’s thick cock. The stretch burns so good you don’t even register the phone until his voice cuts low and wicked through the air.

“Say hi to the camera, doll.”

You jerk, startled—but he grabs your hair to lift your head and slams forward hard, forcing a loud, choked moan from your throat as your hole flutters around him.

“Awww,” Dabi coos, mock-sweet. “Too busy creamin’ around my cock to say hi? That’s okay. We’ll just show it off instead.”

He angles the camera down.

You can’t see the screen, but you can see dabi smirking in the mirror—your messy, swollen cunt stretched tight around him, lips puffy and shining, slick and spit dripping down your thighs. Your hole flutters with every thrust, milking him like it’s desperate to be filled.

And it is.

You’re soaking the sheets already, body wrecked and heat-drunk, drooling on your own arm while you hold yourself up.

Dabi’s voice lowers into a purr, tongue sharp.

“Look at this fuckin’ hole. So pretty. So greedy. Bet you didn’t think it’d sound like this, huh?”

Slap slap slap—his hips meet your ass over and over, wet and brutal, the obscene sound loud over your own whines.

“You hear that?” he growls, hand gripping your hair now, yanking your face up toward the mirror. “That’s your pussy beggin’. Cryin’ for cum.”

You gasp, trembling.

“Y-you said—fuck—said I could cum—!”

“I said you could,” he says, dragging his tongue over your ear. “Didn’t say when.”

Your moan is pathetic��helpless. You twitch when he grinds deep and slow, keeping your face right in the reflection, forcing you to watch the way your body caves under him.

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes. “Slutty boy pussy stretched wide. You takin’ all of me, sweetheart?”

You nod—frantic, desperate. “Yes, yes—!”

“Say it.” His hand is on your throat now, thumb pressing where he knows he can make you dizzy just by squeezing. “Say this pussy’s mine.”

“It’s yours,” you sob. “Fuck, Dabi—yours—!”

“That’s right.”

He pulls out almost completely—and then slams back in, groaning deep, camera focused on the way your pussy clenches, sucks him back in, still fluttering from denied orgasms. You scream and tremble, your hole drooling with slick, spit, and your own mess.

Your voice is wrecked. Your body is wrecked.

But Dabi?

He’s just getting started.

He lifts the camera up again, catching your flushed, soaked body in the mirror.

“You see this, pretty boy? You see what I do to you?”

You can’t even answer—your jaw is slack, mouth open, drool dripping from your lip as your eyes roll back. Your stomach’s tight, thighs shaking, hole pulsing around his cock.

And he laughs.

“Fucked dumb already, huh?” He leans close, camera still rolling. “Only been a few minutes, and you’re already twitching like a little fucktoy.”

He spits. Lets it drip right down onto your clit. You shudder.

He grins into the lens. “That’s all it takes. Stretch this needy little pussy and suddenly you’re nothin’ but a hole for me to use.”

Then his thumb presses down on your clit and rubs. Fast. Brutal. Precise.

You scream.

“Go on, baby. Show the camera how you cum. Show it how this fat little cunt flutters when I ruin you.”

You break. Legs jerking, mouth open, your whole body spasms and clenches around him as the orgasm tears through you. You scream his name—slurred and ruined—and gush all over his cock.

But he doesn’t stop.

“Ohhh, look at that. You fuckin’ squirting, sweetheart?”

You twitch again, over-sensitive, sobbing through the overstimulation as he keeps fucking you, thumb still on your clit, cock dragging through your pulsing walls.

“Too much?” he purrs. “Tough shit. Camera’s still rolling.”

He slaps your ass. Hard.

You cry out—but your hole tightens around him again.

He groans, voice roughening. “Fuck—you’re still suckin’ me in. This pussy’s starving.”

He moves the camera again—down, focused on the way your cunt leaks around his cock, white cream dripping from your stretched hole.

“Yeah… I’m gonna breed this hole on camera,” he growls. “You want that? Want my cum caught on tape?”

“Y-yeah,” you whimper. “Please, please, Dabi—need it inside—!”

“You want this dick that bad, you beg like it.”

You do. You beg for it like you’re gonna die without it.

And that’s what finally breaks him.

He groans deep, hand gripping your hair again, hips stuttering as he slams into you one last time and fills you. Hot, thick, messy—his cum floods you in heavy pulses, and your pussy clenches hard, milking every drop while your whole body shakes.

The camera stays focused the whole time.

Your hole stuffed. Leaking.

Dabi finally sets the phone down and grabs your chin.

“You watch this video every night,” he breathes against your lips. “You see what this boycunt was made for.”

Then he kisses you, filthy and full of tongue, hand still holding your twitching, bred body in place like you’re not going anywhere.

[edwardhartenjoyer]

HAI ANDY!!! im here again w another idea for u. I HOPE THATS OKAY. puts it on a silver platter. i hope ur other projects are going well nd that youre not overwhelmed T0T remember to take breaks !!!!!

idk how much of the most recent episode youve played so i wont put any spoilers but while playing the episode they put the ghouls side by side with one of the general student girls and i was like. Damn. she is so itty bitty!!! shes so tiny!!! (AFFECTIONATE.) nd since im really tall for a lady i was thinkin. Hey how about if mc was as tall or a bit taller than the ghouls ???? what would they think about that???

just some tall lady appreciation really . i think a lot of them would like it (side eyes haru) but i'd like to hear ur ideas for the characters u pick!!! obvi (✿◡‿◡)

thank u for letting me swarm ur inbox w my tsunami of ideas they really just flood my brain nd i gotta get them OUT TT0TT take care of urself <3

HI AUBURN!!! I love your ideas, I will always be happy to get them. My projects are going good! I took a nice long weekend break from writing to just read and finish off a book I'd been reading!

I'm still a few episodes behind TOT I'm currently on the second Mortkranken one. I'm looking forward to episodes 16 and 17. I wanna see slutty Taiga and I wanna see the island bachelors.

TALL LADY APPRECIATION!! I have plenty of ideas already!!

Featuring: Kaito | Haru | Ritsu

Kaito Fuji - You were walking through frostheim with your boyfriend Kaito. He was holding your hand and chatting about how boring his classes were, especially the ones without you in them. As you were walking along, though, you noticed a couple of general students watching the two of you and caught some of their whispers.

"What does she see in him?"

"I know right? Like girl, you could do so much better."

"He looks ridiculous next to her, i mean, he's already so scared of everything. Now he needs a taller girl to do things for him?"

The general students laughed among themselves at this and you weren't going to let them slander him like that! You let go of his hand to storm over to them.

"Hey! Where the hell do you get off mocking my boyfriend?! I think he's perfect, and I love him, and he most definitely does not need me to do things for him." You huffed, glaring down the offending girls. They all froze and stared at you before scoffing and hurrying away.

"MC?" You turned to see a teary eyed Kaito standing behind you. "YOU REALLY LOVE ME??!!" He sobbed.

"Course, I love you." You replied immediately, pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry those stupid girls insulted you."

He melted into his hug with you. "They're dumb anyway. They've got nothing on you, you're like a literal goddess."

Haru Sagara - Haru had already fallen for you just based on who you were. He didn't care that you were taller than him. He totally didn't find it incredibly hot the moment he laid eyes on you.

The moment you started using your taller height to organize his gadgets on the shelves better for him, though, he fell even harder.

"Hey MC? Do you think you could get my newest gadget down for me? You seemed to have put it up too high for me~" Haru pleaded, and you turned from your work chopping vegetables to see what he needed.

You eyed him suspiciously. You knew very well he could easily get what he wanted off the shelf, but you played his game and walked over, feeling his eyes on you the whole time.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you just like the view of my ass while I lean up to get stuff" you teased, handing him the item.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He grinned.

You rolled your eyes and leaned in to kiss his cheek. He beamed at you even more "Love you MC~"

"Pfft, love you too Haru."

Ritsu Shinjo - Ritsu didn't notice you being taller than him at first. It just wasn't something he gave much attention to, short or tall, so long as you were a good business partner that's all he cared for.

You overheard someone commenting on it once, how it must be awkward for the young lawyer to be shorter than his girlfriend. It made you wonder, so you voiced your concern to him.

"Hey Ritsu, does it bother you that I'm taller than you?" You asked one day while studying with him.

"Why should it bother me? It's in your genetics to be a pre-determined height. It is not something you can control. Does it bother you that I still protect you from danger even though I'm not your height?" He asked. You quickly shook your head.

"Of course not. That'd be a stupid thing to be upset over." You replied before it hit you. "Oh, okay, point taken."

He smiled at you and took your hand. "You are perfect in my eyes, regardless of however you appear."

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Tag list: @ventisimpilysm

Wanna be added or removed? Let me know!

[princesevsnape]

Reckless

Requested by anon

Pairing: John Walker x Reader

Summary: John gets angry at you after a mission where you were “reckless”.

Word count: 2k

A/N: I haven’t watched Thunderbolts yet so I haven’t gone in to any specifics. I will watch it when it’s released on Disney plus. If you send in more requests please avoid spoilers if possible.

You replayed the moment in your head over and over again. John had never once raised his voice at you. He had never gotten angry with you. But after today’s mission he had.

You laid in bed after getting back to the tower sobbing your eyes out as you recall the way things went.

John had told you to get out. You had been surrounded by too many men. He hadn’t wanted anything to happen to you, he told you to get back to the jet so you could get the hell out of there. And you had. That was until you realised John wasn’t right behind you.

You knew John would be ok he would be able to get himself out of there but something made you go back.

You were sat on the jet on the way back to the tower. John was just staring at you.

“How the hell could you have been so reckless?” He yelled.

“I’m sorry but I wasn’t going to leave you behind”

“I told you to get back to the jet and you ignored me!”

“As I said I wasn’t going to leave you behind.”

“Well that wasn’t your decision to make. I had to save your ass. You could have been shot or worse killed! Did you even think about that?”

“No I didn’t John. I wasn’t thinking about myself. I was trying to make sure you got out.” You said starting to get angry yourself.

“I can handle myself! I don’t need you trying to save me, when it just puts you in danger! Next time I will not be taking you on a mission with me. You’re too reckless!” He yelled.

That was the last thing he had said to you. And now you just couldn’t get it out of your head.

A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Come in.” You said, praying that it wasn’t John.

You were so happy when you saw it was Yelena.

“Y/N are you ok?” Yelena asked concenrned when she saw the tears streaming down your face.

“I’m fine.” You lied wiping away the tears.

“I can see you’ve been crying. You are not fine. Neither is John he is being miserable and grumpy and snapping at everyone. What happened?” She asked.

“We were completely surrounded on our way out during the mission. He told me to go to the jet. I was worried he wouldn’t get out and went back for him. Then he yelled at me on our way back here.” You said crying even more.

“Oh sweetie.” Yelena said sitting on your bed and hugging you.

“I thought something was wrong. He’s been so happy since you joined the team. You and him are so close and he hasn’t been this miserable in a long time. He has such a soft spot for you. So when I saw him so miserable and angry, I knew something must have happened. You did the right thing though. We are a team we stick together. He’ll come around.” Yelena added.

“I don’t think he will. He was so angry. Said I was reckless and that I could have gotten myself shot or even killed. And he got mad about having to save my ass as he put it” You said.

“Supporting your team mate does not make you reckless. He will come around. If not I’ll set my father on him.” Yelena said making you chuckle.

“Fancy coming down for something to eat?” She asked.

“Sure why not.” You said wiping away the rest of your tears.

You and Yelena made your way down to get something to eat. The rest of the team were already in the common area. John included. He met your gaze and then quickly looked away.

You wanted so badly to clear the air with him. Or at least explain why you had gone back for him. But you thought better of it knowing it would probably end up with him yelling at you and getting even angrier with you. So you decided it was best to leave it. If he wanted to fix things he would have to come to you.

“What do you want to eat?” Yelena asked.

“I don’t know. Now that I think of it I don’t think I want to eat anything. I might as well just go back to my room.” You said.

“No no no. You are staying here and eating something. I’m not having you mope in bed again.” Yelena said.

This caught John’s attention. It hurt him to think he’d upset you so much you had been moping. It hurt him to know he caused that. But you had just been so damn reckless.

John got up to leave.

“Walker where are you going?” Yelena asked.

“To the gym. Need some time alone.” He said.

“No chance you are not going anywhere. Neither of you.” Yelena said looking between the two of you.

“We are going to order some pizza and we are all going to watch a film together. We need to spend more time together. Y/N and Walker you two can sit next to each other.” Yelena added.

You groaned but knew that when it came to Yelena you had no choice.

So there you were sat eating pizza and watching some crappy film that you were paying absolutely zero attention to. Sat next to the man who currently hated you. Well maybe not hated you but was mad enough it felt like he hated you.

You really did not know what caused him to act the way he did. Yelena was right John did have a soft spot for you. Whenever he needed someone to talk to he went to you. Whenever he wanted someone to spar with he went to you. His whole demeanour had changed from what Yelena said since you had joined the team. So why after all this time did he snap at you like that.

You shook the thoughts from your head and reached for your drink.

“That’s mine.” John said.

“Sorry.” You apologised and reached for your own drink. You must have been so caught up in your thoughts that you forgot which drink was yours.

“Since you are already reaching for the drink can you pass me mine?” John asked.

You nodded and handed him his drink. As he took the drink from your hands his fingers unintentionally brushed against yours. You sucked in a sharp breath and just stared at him.

“I know I’m good looking but do you have to stare at me like that?” John asked cockily.

“Shut up Walker.” You said and punched him lightly.

John just laughed.

“You’re going to have to try harder if you want to hurt me sweetheart. Although we know you wouldn’t be able to you’d probably break your hand or something.” He chuckled.

“If I want to hurt you I’ll just get Bucky to do it.” You said smirking at him.

“I’d happily beat him up if you want me to doll.” Bucky said winking at you.

“I’ll join in.” Alexei said laughing.

“Now you’re all ganging up on me?” John asked.

“That’s what you get for upsetting her.” Yelena said.

“Let me guess you’ll join in too?” John asked Yelena.

“You hurt Y/N, you hurt me. You know she’s like a sister to me. We have known each other for a long time. Been friends since we were young. So yes that’s why I will happily join in on the beating.” Yelena said smiling at him.

“Well before you actually do beat me up, I’m out of here.” John said before leaving to go back to his room.

“Oh so we aren’t beating him up?” Alexei asked.

“Sorry no. It was only a joke. I better go check on him.” You said.

“Good luck.” Yelena shouted after you.

When you reached John’s room you knocked. He did not answer. You groaned and just barged into his room.

“Jesus Christ woman. If someone doesn’t answer you leave them alone.” John said.

It took you a few more seconds to notice why he hadn’t answered. He was stood there in just his boxers. You looked him up and down. Staring at his muscles. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him.

“Earth to Y/N. Did you hear a word I just said?” John asked.

“Sorry.” You said looking up at his face.

“What do you want? I was about to go to bed.” He asked.

“I think we need to talk.” You said.

“Right now?” John asked.

“Yes right now.”

“Fine let me put some clothes back on.” John said groaning and going to grab some clothes.

“You don’t have to put clothes on.” You said.

John turned to look at you. Eyebrow raised, a smirk on his face. You cringed at what you had said.

“Oh yeah?” John asked.

“I did not just say that.” You said.

“Oh but you did sweetheart.” John said.

“Shut up.” You said rolling your eyes at him.

“What did you want to talk about anyway?” He asked.

“We need to talk about what happened. You really upset me.” You said.

“Well you shouldn’t have been so reckless.”

“You know what screw you Walker. I wanted to try clear the air but clearly you’re just going to be a dick about it. I’m done being your friend. Just stay away from me from now on.” You said and went to walk away.

Before you could leave John grabbed your arm.

“Don’t go look I’m sorry ok. Just let me explain. Please.” He said.

“Fine.” You said.

John still holding your arm pulled you towards the bed so you could sit down together.

“I’m sorry ok. I shouldn’t have shouted at you. It’s just if anything happened to you I would never forgive myself.” He admitted.

“Well it wouldn’t have been down to you. Things happen. People get hurt.”

“Yes but if you did get hurt I’d go out of my mind. I’ve lost too many people that I care about I can’t lose you too.”

“That didn’t give you the right to shout at me. And call me reckless. If you hadn’t of gotten out of there and I had left you I would have never forgiven myself.” You admitted.

“I would have been fine.” He said.

“And what if you hadn’t huh? What then? We are a team. And as Yelena told me we have to stick together. I did the right thing but you got mad at me.”

“Yes I did get mad at you because if you got hurt. Or worse if you died I wouldn’t be able to cope. I love you. The closer we’ve gotten the more I’ve fallen for you. I love you and if you died or got hurt I would be a mess. So that’s why I shouted at you. Of course I regret it, but you need to realise the severity of the consequences your actions could have caused. That’s why I got angry.” John admitted.

“John I.” You started to say but stopped yourself. You were trying to take in what he had just said.

“I know you don’t feel the same way. I don’t expect you to. I just had to tell you how I feel.”

“John I do feel the same way. That’s why I had to come back and help you. I wasn’t going to leave you behind. I know what I did was stupid, but if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t forgive myself for leaving. I love you too. And I couldn’t cope if I lost you.” You admitted.

“If you really love me then kiss me sweetheart.” John said smiling.

You didn’t hesitate to crash your lips onto his. He lifted you up and pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him.

He held tightly onto your hips as one of your hands rested on his shoulder, the other placed on his chest.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He said smiling as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m guessing probably as long as I have.” You said before kissing him again.

“I love you John.” You said.

“I love you too sweetheart.” He replied.